#it'd be like wearing jeans to cuddle in

[frameshiftworks]

Sleepy Doodle

I should sketch more cuddles icl

[sleepyangelkami]

PLAYTHING s.winchester

𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT - 1.2K

SAM WINCHESTER X FEM!READER

𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - though on the road with dean, sam always comes home to you whatever chance he gets. this time, he feels he's been gone to long and when he finds you sleeping in only his shirt... he aches for you.

𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - smut, dom!sam, sub!reader, p!v, sleepy sex, praise kink, reader mentioned to be smaller than sam, practically porn with no plot, gentle sex, unprotected sex, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

exhaustion coated sam as he fished around in the back pocket of his jeans, looking for the spare key to your house. it was late and by now, the stars covered the sky. he knew you'd be asleep, that's why he didn't bother knocking.

the door opened silently and sam silently cursed you for leaving your hallway light on. he was always telling you to turn it off before bed but without him there... you felt safer with it on.

he kicked his boots off, not wanting to make a mess of your carpet and found himself walking up the stairs, switching the light off as he went. he tossed his bag somewhere by the top of the stairs, knowing he'd come back to it in the morning.

all that mattered now was well, you.

he opened the door of your bedroom. it was dark but he could still make out the silhouette of your body. your leg was propped up, practically cuddling the duvet. he could see a shirt enveloping your body, too big to be yours.

as he slid his shirt off, he found himself longing to feel you, to touch you. it'd only been a week since he was in this room last and yet it had felt like an eternity that he'd been deprived of your touch.

whenever sam came home after his trips, he'd slide his clothes off and get right into bed. which is exactly what he did now. he wasted no time in enveloping his large arms around your body, pulling you in close.

the smell of your shampoo made his eyes flutter closed and the scent of his own cologne against the sleep shirt you'd stolen from him made his lips quirk.

"sammy?" your voice was a quiet, soft mumble. he loved the way you sounded when you'd just woken, so vulnerable. perhaps he loved it so much because he knew you wouldn't be so vulnerable with anyone else. just him.

"'m here, sweetheart." he felt you move in his embrace. he loved holding you like this, he wished he could get impossibly closer, as if it were possible.

you moved so that you were facing his chest, slightly lower down in the bed than he was. "how was your hunt?" even in the dark, your hands trailed up his arms. he was wearing nothing but his boxers. but feeling his body, there was something about it that just assured you he was really there. "missed you."

"yeah? how much?" the man ignored your first question, his hands sliding around your own body.

you couldn't describe the soft feeling of when he'd come home, feeling him, knowing he was there while he did the same to you. it was rather... lovely.

you felt his fingers inch higher, trailing past the flimsy material of his own shirt on your body. suddenly, you felt the base of his fingers against your panties.

"sammy." you practically whimpered out, low and sleepy. "'m tired."

"i know, honey." you felt him move your hair with his free hands, pressing gentle, damp kisses against your neck. not the kind of kisses he usually left, sucking and leaving marks, roughly and making sure everyone knew you were his. no, this was different. he wasn't kissing you to leave any marks or to induce pleasure, even. he was kissing you so softly, to let you know you were safe with him. "you don' have to do anything, okay? jus' lay there 'n let me do the work, yeah?"

a soft, "okay." left your lips, though your mind was still half torn between sleep and wake.

"good girl." pressing the same, simple kiss to your cheek as his fingers hooked against your cotton panties. you could feel him drag them down against your legs but truthfully, your eyes had fallen shut, tiredness seeping into you.

he pushed his own boxers out of the way too, discarding the clothing against the ground before grabbing his dick in his hand.

if he were being honest, he'd felt himself harden the minute he'd seen your body, pretty cotton panties on show, hardly covered by his own shirt.

perhaps he was being territorial now, but there was something so aching about seeing you in his shirt. he knew you were his, that was a known fact, but seeing you like this, it lit a part of him ablaze.

he moved his hand up and down his shaft, making sure it was hard enough before maneuvering it up against your wet hole.

he didn't push in yet, gently testing the waters as he pushed the tip around your cunt, softly against your clit and finally back down to your sopping hole again.

"jus' relax, baby." littering kisses against your skin. "gonna do all the work."

the hum that left your lips was slick with tiredness but when he pushed himself in, he was met with a stuttered gasp that left your lips. a grunt left his own, usually a string of curses would accompany it.

but not tonight.

often, he'd spend the first few minutes teasing you as much as he could.

but not tonight.

"good girl." he mumbled against your forehead which he had kissed tenderly. "doin' s'good."

he didn't speak much tonight, which he usually did. usually, he couldn't get himself to stop talking. dirty words and the sounds of loud moans would bounce from wall to wall. now, the room was filled with only heavy breaths and lazy whimpers that could be heard from you, buried in the crook of his neck.

but he didn't need you to say anything either. the mere feeling was enough.

it was different than usual. the feeling was indescribable, how comfortable you were with him. the realisation of that on his part was something so riveting.

even now, between the twisted blankets of your bed. you were half asleep, hardly able to keep your eyes open and yet you trusted him with the most vulnerable thing that you could. he realised how protected you felt with him, his large body enclosing around yours, hands gentle against your waist while your head stayed hidden between his neck and shoulder.

your gentle breaths, tiniest of whimpers in his ears was enough for him.

and it didn't take him long to get close.

perhaps he really had been deprived of you.

your breath grew slightly more shallow. "sam." is all you could whimper out, he knew exactly what it'd meant.

"i know, baby." he all but whispered back. "'s okay, let go f'me."

and when you came undone around his cock, he felt himself do the same.

even when everything was done, when the feelings floated away into the air and everything was replaced by this heavy weight of tiredness, he stayed inside you for a few minutes. he stayed inside of you until finally, he realised he was going to fall asleep if he didn't move.

and when he did move out of you, he still kept you close. his large hands trailed up your body, holding it as close as humanly possible.

"really did miss you, sammy." you whispered in the utter darkness.

it was enough for him to think. to really think. perhaps the life he lived wasn't worth it. if he had to give everything up just for a few moments like his with you, then he would.

"missed you so much more, angel."

and with the soft movements of one another's breaths, you fell asleep rather quickly, unable to fight of the tiredness that washed over you both.

sam made sure you didn't leave his embrace until the sun began to rise over the horizon.

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[sturnsdoll]

𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇𝙔 𝙂𝙁 ˚୨୧⋆｡ - M.S

(headcannons!)

pairing: matt x girly/hyperfem!reader

warnings: hc's, sfw and nsfw but they are labelled as such.

nsfw warnings: dom!matt, sub!reader, implied spanking, dirty talk, mostly just super suggestive.

authors note: multiple people requested a matt version so here you go <3

SFW !

ೃ⁀➷ one of the first things matt loved about you was the way you express yourself through your style.

ೃ⁀➷ how could he keep his eyes off you with bows dangling and intertwined through your hair, belt loops or pretty much anything else you could stick em' on

ೃ⁀➷ watching you lay peacefully against your pink silk sheets never fails to lure him into crawling under your matching covers to cuddle and stroke your perfectly cared for hair into further relaxation.

ೃ⁀➷ anytime your cake-esque fragrance is sprayed around him he has to pull you into him. he's addicted to it like crack. he has to bury his face into your neck, inhaling like he'll never be graced with it again.

ೃ⁀➷ anytime he's out he's looking for things you'd accesorize with..

ೃ⁀➷ matt would be searching through every color of ribbon in every store he's in for a color, size or texture that you don't have.

ೃ⁀➷ matt would want to buy you makeup because he knows how good you feel about yourself while wearing it.. not saying he'd be good at picking out the right shades but hey, he tries right??

ೃ⁀➷ matt loves watching the bottom of your skirt dance and twirl while you bounce around your room with your fav artist playing..

ೃ⁀➷ you hum the lyrics while organizing your closet that's drowned in shades of pink..

ೃ⁀➷ "need help sweetheart?" "i'm okay, thanks" and even though he knew you were sincere from the sweet grin on your pretty lips, he'd get up from the comfort of your bed to assist anyways. he couldn't let your pretty little head get too exhausted now could he?

ೃ⁀➷ he knows how capable you are though, there's no doubt. he enjoys taking care of you but knows your more than able on your own

ೃ⁀➷ he would try his hardest to be assertive when he's angry but it was always impossible.

ೃ⁀➷ mid arguement you'd find yourself inching closer till you reach him. you take his hand. he can't ignore your perfect shiny acrylic nails (that he paid for) grazing along his palm to slowly interlock with his longer, masculine fingers.

ೃ⁀➷ "i'm sorry matt, i'll make it up to you. " you'd apologize sincerly.

ೃ⁀➷ before he could even think about saying no, your lashes batting up at him with doe eyes beneath them would usually force him to the final decision of teaching you how to behave another way...

NSFW !

ೃ⁀➷ "you think you look all innocent don't you?" now your backed up and corned against your makeup table. a few lipglosses knock over when the back of your thighs hit the table, your hands coming behind to steady yourself.

ೃ⁀➷ you'd nod your head. matt's dry laugh makes wetness pool beneath your skirt faster than you're willing to admit. "we'll see how much of a good girl you really are then yeah?" then next thing you know you'd be holding off your orgasms, being left begging for at least the 3rd time in a row.

ೃ⁀➷ and it never took much to get him going.

ೃ⁀➷ matt and you would be with his friends and all it'd take would be a graze of your perfect nails against his jeans for him to crave them wrapped around his dick.

ೃ⁀➷ your perfect pink lips pouting at him as you asked to go home early..

ೃ⁀➷ your eyes telling him you weren't wearing the shortest skirt you could find for no reason.

ೃ⁀➷ matt never really cared about you doing much for him sexually. making you feel good is what got him off. you were his princess and you needed to feel as such, in and out of the bedroom.

ೃ⁀➷ contradictory to that though, being a princess means being a bit of a brat and he knows how to deal with you when needed.

ೃ⁀➷ if it came to it, he'd pull you out of any social event (dinner, party, hangout, doesn't matter) and take you to his car.

ೃ⁀➷ your sweet demeanor never stopped him from ruining you.

ೃ⁀➷ "you think that shit's cute?" you quickly mutter back a "no" while knowing damn well that being bent over his lap in the backseat as your tears of pain and pleasure ruined your makeup was exactly what you were hoping for.

ೃ⁀➷ "who's dog was in here?" nick would ask matt the next day, eyeing at the nail shaped imprints in the seat cover. chris' head whips around from the front to spot your hair ribbon discarded on the floor. he put two and two together. "matt, there's absaloutely no way dude... in nick's seat seriously?!"

(sorry if any of the tags didn't work) tags ᥫ᭡ : @mattsrod @sturncakez @sturniololovesss @sturniolosstar @sstvrnioloo @watercolorskyy @pettydollie @sturniol0s @6ix9inewiturmom @sonicsmacks @orangelala

[justafandomgvrl]

Lockwood & Co. headcanons for Valentine's Day

short and sweet 💖

Lockwood

- you wake up, wrapped up tight in his arms. starting the day just being close to each other, legs entwined, him gently pressing kisses over your shoulders and upper back.

- he'd try to make you breakfast but on the 3rd attempt he'd just give up and take you out to a diner instead. obviously you would not be allowed to pay for any of it but you sneak a tip in for the waitress.

- you'd spend the day walking around London together, just enjoying each other's company. he wouldn't be wearing his suit for once, not feeling the need to wear his armour when he's out with you. just a grey hoodie, a white t shirt, and black jeans.

- you know that you must be truly special to him because he doesn't bring up work or finding a job even once. even though neither of you says anything about what day it is, you both know how much love you have for each other and that's what matters. you don't need to say it.

- when it starts to get dark you'd get a cab back to portland row. you'd then watch VHS tapes of old shows together until George shouts for everyone.

- it'd be a huge dinner cooked for everyone, spending the evening meal together like a family. you and Lockwood hold hands under the table. Lucy and George smile at each other, but say nothing.

Lucy

- you'd wake up to a cup of tea and a note on the bedside table. 'drink this and come to the basement x'.

- the basement would be empty except for another note and a small box of chocolates. 'find me in the library x'.

- on the desk you see a book that you'd been searching for, for months. Lucy steps into the library behind you. "I knew you were looking for it, so I got it for you. Happy Valentine's Day." She'd whisper, wrapping her arms around you.

- you'd spend the day eating the box of chocolates she got for you, sharing them with her and cuddling in bed. just taking an easy day, being in each others company.

- until George shouts for everyone to have dinner together. you sit across from each other and have conversations with your eyes and your feet that nobody else understands but that's okay. no one else needs to.

George

- you wake up next to each other in bed. George struggles with touching anybody without necessity but his arm is slung lazily over you as he snores.

- you slip out of his grasp and head down to the library, making sure everything is ready. you'd spent most of the night bringing things down to the library to make a good day for him.

- you could hear him calling through the house for you and the soft thuds of his feet heading toward the library. he stands there in just his shirt and boxers and has to take his glasses off to rub his eyes to make sure he isn't dreaming.

- "happy Valentine's Day." you tell him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. content, you both lose track of time reading until George realises he needs to cook dinner and that maybe, just this once, you can help him and he can teach you something.

- you all sit down for a family dinner and just laugh and talk about anything except the Problem.

- George smiles at you from across the table and you know you have never been happier than you are now.

[sehodreamsthoughts]

heheh do u know if he’s going to be in a group or not? i will look into it later, but i saw ur tags say he might sing trot or i misunderstood?

ooh hehe so ill respond to ur responses and give my own for the two that we both asked each other.. ur not crazy for wearing jeans to bed but tbh with u i would never!! maybe in the past but i’m very much a get home and put my pajamas on person.. i don’t wear anything other than pajamas in my apartment but i also have a cat and he’s a longhair, he’s very hairy and his hair gets over everything and im weird about having cat hair all over my daytime/going out leaving the house clothes, so i don’t want to wear anything that’ll get dirty/hairy at home and i don’t want to be deterred from cuddling him or picking him up either🤭🤭

as for a medium that i find most touching? your answer was really lovely and makes a lot of sense!! and i think writing and music go hand in hand very well so its cool that both of those are mediums u feel connected to because they compliment each other well i think. i’d have to say writing might be one for me, as well, or poetry but it depends because im not really big into poetry.. like i just don’t read a lot of it but could.. i think i prefer to take in information/learn things through reading/seeing it written down or actually doing it, so i think i connect with writing because of just that, like how my brain works i don’t know.

for orchid, a song that is perfect? i’m trying to think because songs i like usually change a lot, and we talked about this before.. im not super into lyrics? ‘honestly’ by riize sounds soo good to me like just the way it sounds is amazing and i thought that song was so perfect when i heard it for the first time i was like this is incredible i love how this sounds so much… idk🤕🤕

and for palm tree? a fictional character that i love but shouldn’t hehe, im trying to think of a good answer im sure i have one…idk if this counts but.. have u seen do revenge ? it’s like a teen/chick flick thing but it was recent but i really liked it and austin abrams is an actor in it and like.. he’s horrible but like.. i would still fold. like idk what it is about the little guy i want him so bad. every now and then he shows up in a movie i watch and im like oh hi…

i honestly can’t think of a villain rn😭😭 i do love a good feminine revenge story though so like, if a woman is doing things that are really horrible and wrong but it has a deeper purpose that maybe only makes sense to her… i love her<3

also it is hard having an expressive face but the positive is that it usually means ur honest and you don’t hide things from people.. makes sense with being a scorpio though too and having intense emotions and feelings towards things?

and i loveee matcha that sounds really fun if u are able to u should try making drinks at home! i always want to as well but i have a lot of trouble keeping my home clean and organized and so it gets more stressful to do a lot of stuff that requires clean up… idk if im making sense,,, also i dont usually wake up super early for work so i usually just stop for coffee on the way there.

thanks for playing and asking<333 i’m sorry i feel like my answers could be better i’m just still sooo tired from the concerts ive been feeling so sick and only just got home recently :((

- 🥟 anon

I just saw that he was going to debut as a trot singer but I honestly have no idea since I just saw it on TikTok 😭, to be honest I don't care what he does I just want to see him so bad 😭😭😭 he has so much talent, a great voice, dancing skills and such a nice presence, he made me fall in love with him when I saw him those few times with the neos and oh god, I mean, I love the seven, but idk, I guess since he's older he wouldn't have fitted the riize concept, but it'd have been so nice to see him with Eunseok and Hani 😭

I have a cat too! He's not long haired but I totally understand the hair thing, my cat is white and before I leave my house I always clean my clothes with a sticky roll(?) because I also can't stop him, if he wants a hug or rest in my lap how could I 😭, I love him so much even when he's a little piece of shit (he's fucking demanding I swear, a covid cat 🫠)

I'm also not so big in poetry, I have friends that read poetry most of the time but I need a little more to feel the stories 🫠 anyways I think is great that you connect with writing! I also believe that those two (music and writing) are connected, or at least in our cases because I can't imagine myself writing/reading without music, even if I repeat the same song in a loop, I need some feeling 😭

Awww I find it so adorable that one of the songs you consider perfect is from riize, I don't really enjoy honestly because I can't with the lyrics 😭 (not judging of course), but if I had to choose one song from them I think I'd choose memories because I also fell in love with it the second it started, it made me feel like when I was school and I listened to exo between classes, the MV is precious to me and it's simply the song I've repeated the most from riize ever 🩷 (I can't believe that one song did so much for me to even come back to Tumblr and write for a group 😭, I think l my feelings aren't as strong as then, but I still appreciate them a lot!)

I haven't seen that movie but I know the guy! I saw what he did but I can't find him hot as a bad guy if I'm honest, I just saw him in euphoria and thought he was the cutest thing ever 😭(also the bathroom scene... Sorry but the way he came after eating Kat out had me wishing it was me 😭😭😭😭) For that question I also can't think of any villain but I guess it could include Loki and Bucky, those two had me on a chokehold the whole lock down and I didn't care that they were fucking wrong and did really bad things, I just wanted them SO BAD 😭 (oh, I love women taking revenge too, one of my favorite movies ever is promising young woman and I support women in everything they do, rights and wrongs 👩‍🦯)

It could be said that me being expressive is related to honesty but if I'm fr with you I hid a ton of shit when I was younger and I still do so I don't know if that could be applied to me 💔, I show my emotions but I don't think I could be considered a piece of god taking into account that I do lie or manipulate reality into my benefit a lot 😭 (this sounds bad but it's related to my job ☠️), I don't like doing it in my real life anymore but God when I was younger I'd turn my body and tell my parents with a straight voice "oh yeah I was studying" but I would be in another place maybe having brunch with a tinder guy (my parents were pretty strict until lock down 😭), I was a bit out of control when I was younger, but now I'm a new person and mostly do it only at work (also because I'm such a sweet pea right now I don't really have nothing to hide? I haven't gone out on a date for a year already and spend most of my time on my own so I don't know what I would have to lie about 😭)

You're totally making sense, that's also part of my case so that's one of the reasons I usually drink or eat outside, just that in my case is because if I do something for me, I have to do it for everyone, and there's nothing I hate more than having to serve others because I don't only hate to prepare a ton of shit but I also have to clean it up? No thanks ☠️ (well, there goes my dream of being a stay at home wife for a sexy older man like Hugh Jackman or Pedro Pascal...)

Thank you for playing with me my love and please don't worry at all about your answers, they were perfect and I enjoyed reading them a lot! Please take your time to get your energies back, you've had an intense week and you deserve it 🩷🩷🩷

[cordelianewman]

Not like I'm not used to a scandal involving my name but I'd hate to drag someone else into something that doesn't really deserve it. For me it'd be expected but someone else, yeah let's not tie her to drama with my name, people typically don't tend to be very nice to it. As we've seen in the past, though I like to think they haven't been as bad but think that has a lot to do with being back around you. Mean there's a lot of mansions prior to 1900's in this area and the northeast in general thanks to you know centuries of history but in the tropical destinations I'd be considering after hitting it big? Probably not. Guess we could always say no tropical destinations and go for big mansions full of history instead which could be just as fun, especially if they had a full blown library with one of those ladders you can jump on and roll across the room in. Obviously I want to live my very best Belle fantasies over here. Good to know, I won't be letting Rosalyn walk around in front of either of you when you're playing video games I don't need anyone getting banged in the head from a wild rogue controller getting tossed around. The low-waisted jeans and multiple layered shirts were a right of passage, I sometimes have to stop myself from putting on layered shirts, it's almost like a security blanket to have those layered camisoles under shirts! It was a look at the very least. With our jeans shoved into Uggs and books shoved into whatever shoulder bags we could find that fit some books. I've heard low-waisted jeans are making a comeback and I'm not sure how I feel about that. Do you know how much work we had to put in to keep in shape to keep that all looking good? Well I'm sure once they're all comfortable if Twix wants to cuddle up with Ros she can. I'm just glad she'll have a bond with animals since I didn't think she'd have any of that before a certain age. Well I mean if he was going to use a wood chipper he would have to make sure you were completely frozen through so he'd have to have a freezer big enough so if he doesn't you're pretty much safe. Don't ask why I know that.... Actually... true crime podcasts, that's why, I haven't sat here and thought about the true dynamics of it all. But still, laziness wins out so stop worrying so much I like having you around, haven't you noticed. Would be kind of stupid to make you disappear. Those people who are willing to get in the trenches with you when life is hard are the ones you know will be there through anything. Those are the people you want in your corner. Maybe someday, I guess I shouldn't say never say never. Think part of me will always be guarded and I have my own feelings about letting any of them, besides Lucas, near Rosalyn. Honestly, there's a part of me that is fully satisfied with if all I'll ever have is your family and my brother, that's enough. That might work, think we'll work with that, whether it's color or shoes, I'll give you a tiny peak to see if it helps with anything without giving away the full dress. Without a doubt, it's going to be the prettiest ball, imagine the twinkling against the lights, the sparkling and refracting rainbows that are bound to happen. Wear a comfortable pair of nice shoes but I'm going to expect a lot of dancing!

Ooh, unless everyone thinks it's Libby, and end up getting weird with her about her special discount, this might cause some drama in town. Although, you know, nothing that we're not used to as it is, right? It's not that I wouldn't love your mansion, don't get me wrong. But you know me, mansions fill me with a white hot rage unless they were built before the year 1900, and how often does that happen? Uh, yeah, pretty bad. I mean, Colton does get his competitive side from his old man, you know? We've both thrown controllers across his room before. You do look great in your high school photos, I really love the low-waited jeans and layered shirts that everyone was wearing. Well, girls, we didn't get away with that as guys. I like that Willie spends his nights roaming between sleeping spots to make sure everyone's where they should be, too. I think Twix would like to just curl up and sleep with Ros, which is cute, since normally she's on my pillow. See, and that's why I can't have you and Kellan talking after he threatened me with the wood chipper. Becuase the two of you will start getting ideas, and I'm not ready for that. But it does make me glad for your so-called laziness, so thank you for that. That's exactly it, I would never want to fill my life with people who only wanted to be around me at my best, who didn't care about me when I was at my lowest, couldn't offer a shoulder to cry on when I needed it, so I get it. It's those low moments that make you have that much more love and respect for the people who stick it out with you. It could be. I mean, do I hope you someday have a relationship with your family? Sure. Do I also know that you'll always have family with mine? Yeah, absolutely. I cannot pull of a sequin shirt, you won't even see me try to pull off a sequin shirt, trust me, it's not going to happen. Mm, true… color might be a good preview to get. Just in case I decide to match my tie or pocket square or something like that. Or shoes. I'm betting it will be the prettiest Gala, though, bunch of sparkly people dancing under lights? Kind of magical.

[fierceststorm]

SMALL HC: ORORO AND TOUCH

ororo is so tactile ...i’d even say she was a little touch starved from so many years of lacking affection. with her parents being dead and her living on the street for so long? to achmed (  a master thief who ‘ adopted ‘ her and taught her to steal  ) not being the softest man alive? touch starved. as a child... her most formative and sensitive years? were spent in affection-less isolation. it really effected her in ways she didn’t understand. still doesn’t understand.

flash forward to her wandering days where a lot of the physical touch she experienced was violence? then BAM! she’s being hailed as a goddess in kenya. obviously no one is touching her then. if she is being touched (  rarely  ) it’s reverent, fleeting, detached, respectful, and othering. lacking that physical closeness during childhood and into teenhood/late teenhood was a nightmare. she didn’t know it but it was. 

when she got to america and joined the x-men it was shocking to be touched so much. and most of the x-men, being y’know ....all men, were very respectful of her. little things like hands on her shoulders? pats on the back? guiding her by the arm? helping her to walk after a rough mission? all these things were jarring because people just didn’t touch her. she grew to crave those touches quickly and began initiating them almost seamlessly. it wasn’t a matter of ororo not wanting to be touched because of her goddess status but nobody touching her as to not offend her/taint her. she doesn’t think about this because it was just ... one of those things. touch wasn’t there one day and then it was everywhere.

of course she touches a lot now so she’s not quite touch starved anymore but she shows love, and likes receiving love and attention through physical means. it’s abundant with her. words are beautiful and so are gestures but there’s nothing like getting a long hug or just holding hands with someone for her. it’s human and it’s beautiful. 

[feralforfrank]

🪐⚡️ bradley - rivals/not quite enemies - letting them borrow clothes to sleep in

(i trust you on this one 😉)

── DRUNK IN LOVE.

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW X FEM!READER

summary what happens when you wake up in bed with rooster, your sworn rival?

cw reader is piss drunk, rooster is just a bit buzzed, they cuddle, me writing this at like five am on my phone, so it's bad. FLUFF. NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER.

note THIS ONE IS SO CUTE OMG. hope i delivered up to your expectations!!

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"Okay, come one, now! You've drunk half the Pacific Ocean in booze," Rooster spoke as he hooked his arms under you, picking you up from the car seat with ease.

"Fuck off, Bradshaw. I can walk to my own house. I-I don't need you driving me around like-like I'm some baby!" Your words are angry slurs, causing a faint smile to lift the corner of his lips.

Well, that's the problem. You weren't in your apartment. You were at Bradley Bradshaw's—your sworn rival's—apartment, and he was carrying you to his bed. You and Nix had gotten shit-faced tonight, so he and Bob had declared themselves your chauffeurs.

You slip in and out of consciousness with your head leaning against Rooster's shoulder. You half-notice Rooster changing you into his clothes. You want to protest, but his cold fingers against your boiling hot body feel amazing. You know he would never check you out while you're this drunk—he's being a complete gentleman about it. Another thing to hate him for in the morning.

He starts by taking your current shirt on and putting one of his that looks too big on you. He then unclasps your bra before pulling you under the covers and taking your jeans off—so he doesn't see something he's not supposed to.

You babble incoherent words as Bradley stares at your limp body. You'll be so mad when you wake up tomorrow—technically today—but at that moment he could care less. His place was closer to yours, and you looked ready to collapse when you came to the bar for another drink.

You wouldn't say why you and Nix were drinking so much, and that caused his concern to worsen. So, once he saw how drunk you were, Bradley Bradshaw did the impossible; he'd been nice to you.

"So hot," you slur and push the covers off, revealing the old band t-shirt he had picked for you to wear. It'd ridden up your thigh, partially revealing your pink underwear, and Bradley had to look away as he blushed.

God. You were in his bed, wearing nothing but his shirt, your hair splayed out behind you in messy waves. That was a memory he'd never be able to forget. 

He was supposed to hate you—really—for intellectual reasons. That's how it has always been between you two. You were fast and precise in the air, and he hated how lost he got every time he watched you fly. Rooster hated your recklessness sometimes. He liked hated watching you sing songs with him on the Hard Deck's piano, but even more when you danced.

He hated the way your body and hair swayed to the music on the jukebox or the piano at the Hard Deck, and he hated when you talked to Nix more than him. He hated your petty insults about his flying, and your sarcastic comments every time he brought a girl around. He couldn't have you as his, but he also couldn't stand the way you snarked a comment about each girl that walked in with him.

You just couldn't see he'd being doing it to get your attention. Like a schoolboy picking a little girl's pigtails.

Maybe this—bringing you to his place, letting you lay on his bed, staying with you until you got comfortable enough to sleep—was because he liked you. A lot.

He shook his head. Rooster will admit he was a lite buzzed, but he also knew these thoughts were a constant thing on his mind. You are a constant thought on his mind. He'd thought about how it'd be for the two of you to get along all the time, not only when you were piss drunk or celebrating something.

He has to get up—your perfume is intoxicating.

"No, stay." Did he hear you correctly?

"Wh-What?"

"Stay, Rooster, sleep with me. Please, don't go." Your words are slightly muffled by your pillow.

"That's the alcohol speaking, sweetheart. You're going to kill me in my sleep once you realise who I am." The spark of hope he had, dies as soon as speaks these words out loud.

"N-No. I promise. Come cuddle me. I'm cold."

You don't need to say it twice. To hell with this rivalry. His house, his bed, his shirt, his rules.

Rooster stands up and quickly undresses, leaving him with just his boxers. Under the covers, your body radiates an insane amount of warmth, and all he wants to do is cuddle you as you had asked.

But he has to confirm you want to be this close to him. "Are you sure you want me this close to you? Cuddling you?" His voice holds uncertainty.

You hum. "I wouldn't want it to be anyone else," you say, so he puts his arm around you, pulling you close.

One thing's for sure, Bradley thinks, his eyes drooping, shit's going to get real in the morning.

› part two

[becca-e-barnes]

Current life goal:

Sitting on sub!buck's lap and making out with him, leaving kisses along his jawline and down his neck and managing to make me cum in his pants. I had too, so sorry

Oh God, shit like this would be such a dream come true 🤤 looks like we have the same life goal!!

Because I can just imagine that huge man getting so needy and submissive, he can't even collect his thoughts enough to beg you to fuck him

It starts out so innocently, just gentle kisses between soft smiles. Giggles that turn into gasps and hands that can't stop wandering. His body is always so firm. His muscles tense, tightening under each little touch, not giving in to the intimacy. It's not that he doesn't want it, that couldn't be further from the truth. It's just that he can't surrender too quickly. It takes so little to make him lose himself and he never enjoys giving in too fast.

You know you've got him when you hear the little gasp of "Oh God, please." It's just pathetic enough to make your heart leap in your chest. He's frantically trying to catch his breath, sucking in slow steading breaths as your sinful lips latch onto his ear lobe. Your teeth graze it slightly, tugging and teasing. Your hot breath on his skin makes him shiver but it's nothing compared to how warm and wet your mouth is.

"You like that, baby boy?" You ask so quietly, he wonders if he imagined it for a second.

"It feels good. Fuck, so good." He sobs, low and broken. His head rolls backwards, exposing his neck so beautifully. His Adam's apple bobs, his eyes are squeezed shut and even the little roll of your hips that comes with you leaning over to kiss him has him hissing gently because he can't even imagine how much better this would be without clothes getting in the way. Like he truly can't imagine it; he thinks if he does this will all be over before it's really started.

Your lips land on his neck so chastely at first. It's a touch so delicate, his head can hardly comprehend how he's feeling such overwhelming pleasure from it. It's maybe not the touch at all but he only half pieces that thought together. He thinks it's probably just you that has him so weak but that's a thought for when his head is a little clearer.

"Bucky sweetheart, you're shaking." The words make him wince because fuck, that's pathetic. His flesh hand is resting in both of yours and he doesn't need to look at it to know you're right.

He's putty in your hands, trembling with sheer need because it's all just a little more than his head can keep up with. "Do you need to slow down? We can cuddle for a bit if you like?" You ask without a hint of judgement but before you can even finish, he's shaking his head vigorously.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop." He begs, his flesh hand dropping to grip your hip, encouraging you to roll your body against his bulge. You take his word for it, knowing that if he needs anything, he won't be too shy in asking you for it.

Your lips latch back onto his neck, sucking and teasing while your hips keep rolling. It's so satisfying watching this wall of muscle lose himself in the sweetest touches. "Oh holy shit... Please. O-oh please. Just l-like that. God, don't stop. Don't stop, baby." He's totally gone, throbbing in the confines of his jeans and not even able to process how this can feel so good.

Your mouth is just perfect on him, as is the feeling of you rutting against him and before he knows it, he's too far gone. "Fuck, I'm cumming." He grunts, tugging you down as hard as he can, mumbling in absolute bliss because it's all too perfect.

"You cumming for me, Buck? Making a mess before I even touch you?" He knows you're not making fun of him but it's so fucking embarrassing it almost makes him cum harder.

But when the high wears off, he's spent and panting. He's so sticky, it'd be uncomfortable if he wasn't totally boneless and pliant. "I'm sorry." He whispers, hardly even able to look at you.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, baby. I love this. And I love you." You're so gentle and kind with him, he almost melts. He's not in any rush to move because he feels so cared for like this but he knows when he needs to, you'll happily help him clean up before falling into bed together for some tender kisses and warm cuddles.

[biiigpurr]

Somnophilliac

PJM x Male Reader

This is from our book 'Dark Desires' on Wattpad.

Disclaimer:

MATURE M x M CONTENT

This is a oneshot that contains content of an adult nature. 

If you are easily offended or are under the age of 18, please do not read. 

This scenario is intended for adults of all sexualities, genders, and types.

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❝ Somnophilia: a paraphilia that causes someone to get sexually aroused by a sleeping person ❞

You couldn’t lie… You’ve dreamt of this moment, but never thought it'd become reality.

-1st Person-

Hyung’s soft body, next to mine. The only thing keeping me from touching him is this damned hotel blanket and sheer willpower.

I was hella nervous and worried if anyone knew what I thought about my favorite hyung. 

Is it wrong of me to think of him like that, especially my best friend? None other than, the member of our boy group that I dreamed of, our one and only Park Jimin, who's also my roommate. 

Being in the public eye about 18/7 since we debuted 7 years ago, we couldn't explore our sexuality and we were always sexually frustrated. We felt so horrible, so constipated with horniness, and we had to figure out how to express it in our own ways.

My dreams started when I was 19 and Jimin was 20, during the Wings era. We were practicing the dance for BST that evening, all of us stretching. 

Jimin caught my eye as he stretched, I couldn’t help but watch him. It was something about how his thighs and ass looked in the jeans he was wearing that turned me on suddenly, causing me to have a not-so-little problem downstairs. 

He was extremely flexible as well, so it caused me to have even more dirty thoughts. I had to excuse myself for a few minutes, saying I had a stomach ache when really, I went to the bathroom to get rid of my problem. Shockingly, as soon as I saw Jimin, I got hard again.

>>>>>

It has been almost 4 years since then, and now we are making a new comeback. It was getting way to fucking hard to avoid my newfound feelings for Jimin, especially since we share the same bed and he often liked to cuddle me.

Of course he did it unconsciously, but it was still effective. What made it even harder was that I had somnophilia, so things weren't the best for me even when Jimin was asleep. I just knew he wouldn't feel the same way I did about him and would be weirded out by my condition, so I kept my mouth shut. 

I didn't want our 6, almost 7 year friendship to get awkward because of my feelings, or even worse; he'd leave the group and call me a “faggot”. Even though I knew he hated that word, you never know when someone could say it to you.

"Y/n ah, I'm trying to sleep. Can you stop mumbling, please?"

I heard Jimin whimper as he turned around in our bed to face me, seeing me with the small light on my book as I was supposed to be reading, my shoulders against the headboard. "Oh... I’m sorry, hyung. I didn't realize I was mumbling. I didn’t mean to wake you." I smiled softly, bowing my head a bit as I went back to reading my book. He smiled as well and wiggled over, resting his cheek on my lower stomach.

I wasn't too bothered by it, but his chin was literally on my crotch and I begged myself not to get a boner. If I did, all my fears would come true. I didn't want to lose Jimin, we had been through so much together and he meant so much to me. 

If I lost him, I don't know what I would do. 

I was majorly depressed even before I joined BTS, and the pressure of being in the public eye, debuting and performing started to take a toll on me. Jimin was always there to cheer me up, and even brought me sweets one time because I had gotten mentally scarred by a girl throwing her panties in my face… 

I had to sit out for the rest of the Love Yourself Tour.

I let out a small huff, going back to reading my book. I couldn't focus though, considering Jimin kept on moving and brushing up against my crotch every now and then. I started to space out again, my eyes peeling from my book to Jimin's perfect, fluffy head of hair. They’d then travel down his back, stopping at his waist where the blanket laid. I looked down at his sleeping head, I could feel his mouth ajar.

"J-Jiminie hyung, wake up."

I stuttered, shaking his shoulder softly. He let out a small whine, moving his face down to my crotch and rubbing his cheek against it. "J-Jimin, get up." I blushed even more, trying to pry his face off me. "You know you like it, Y/N-ah. You like me touching you, don't you?” Jimin looked up, his eyes hooded as he squished his face against my stomach, his lips shining with chapstick and spit. 

They were so pink and plump, making my mind think of dirty scenarios I knew I would never be in. “I know about your somnophilia. Frankly Y/N ah, it makes me even hornier for you." Jimin’s words shocked me, my mouth falling open. 

1: I thought he was asleep, and  2: I can’t believe he knew, I never told anyone. 

"H-How did you-."

"Oh, Y/N ah, you’re so naive. We've known each other for years. You’d think we'd figure out we were masturbating to the thought of the other." Jimin softly rolled his eyes, sitting up and straddling my waist. "H-Hyung, I-I-." Once again, I was cut off by him. "Just shut up and accept the fact that I’ve liked you too, for a long time." He hummed, grabbing my cheeks and pulling my face to his, our lips molding together in a rough but passionate kiss.

Jimin took the book out of my hand, throwing it somewhere in our room and wrapping his arms around my neck. He rested against my chest and started kissing down my neck, leaving multiple dark hickeys. "H-Hyung, everyone's going to see those..." I whispered, my cheeks flushed a bright red as I tightened my grip on his hips. 

"Who cares? You're mine, I want everyone to know that. What better way than to mark my territory, hmm?" Jimin hummed in my ear after pulling away from my neck, kissing me again and biting onto my bottom lip softly. 

I was about to return the favor before he suddenly leaned away and took off my shirt. He pushed me back down onto the bed, making his way down to my pajama pants. You could clearly see my erection, considering I wasn't wearing any underwear. He chuckled when he realized this, tugging down my pants and immediately taking my length in his hand. "J-Jiminie-." I whimpered. 

"Shh, Be quiet. Understood? The others are still asleep."

He flashed me a devilish smile, a dimple appearing on the right side, which quickly disappeared as he started to jerk me off at a fast pace. I gasped softly, leaning my head back on the headboard and closing my eyes. I moved my hand down to Jimin's shoulder, tracing my hand up his neck and into his hair. I tugged at it a bit as he continued to jerk me off faster and faster. 

I gasped sharply, letting out a small groan after he wrapped his lips around my tip. He immediately took me whole, bobbing his head, his hand pumping whatever he couldn't fit in his mouth. The visual I was receiving was extremely gorgeous that I wished I had my phone to record it.

"J-Jimin-." I whined a bit after a few minutes, feeling my orgasm near. He suddenly pulled away, putting my member near his face and jerking me off again. "Fuck- " I grunted, cumming on Jimin's lips, chin, and cheek. I felt myself remaining hard as I saw his expression, his eyes hooded with lust, his lips a bright red and a soft blush on his perfect cheeks, my cum still on his face. "Fuck, Jiminie hyung."

I groaned, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand and wiping off his face. He smiled softly and moved away from me as soon as I was done, his fingers toying with the trim of his underwear. I groaned as I saw his underwear, he was wearing a black lace jockstrap. 

How did I not fucking realize this? 

He giggled softly at my reaction, quickly pulling them off and straddling me again. "No prep?" My eyes widened softly as I saw him reaching back and felt him grab me, quickly making me stop him. "I played with myself earlier in the bathroom, that's why it took so long for me to get back." Jimin smiled, earning a hot blush on my face and a nod from me. He began to lower himself on me, the tip of my member slowly entering him. "So B- Big!" He stuttered and gasped, eventually stopping when I bottomed out.

Jimin suddenly began riding me, his thighs pressed against my hips. I groaned as I placed my hands on them, gripping his soft plump thighs as I watched his hard erection bounce. He hopped up and down on my length. "You're so pretty, hyung." I mumbled, looking up at his lewd face. 

He smirked softly, digging his nails into my chest as he sped up his hip movements. "T-Thank you, Y/N-ah." His smirk suddenly dropped as I snapped my hips up, immediately thrusting into his prostate. "FUCK, Y/N-!"

Jimin whined, trying his best to calm down his moans as I thrusted into him over and over again. "I’m gonna cum!" He gasped, causing me to snap my hips up one more time before he came. “Y/N fuck me until you cum, Baby.” My eyes widened. “R-Really?” Jimin giggled and laid down with his chest in the sheets. I sucked air between my teeth as I smirked and got on my knees positioning myself behind him. He bit his lip as he watched me push inside him. 

“FUCK!” I leaned forward and grabbed his shoulders, bringing his back to my chest, “Shhh. Don’t need anyone hearing us, Hyung.” I whispered, “Mmf!” He muffled his moan as I bucked my hips into his ass, a lovely skin smacking noise echoing into the room. “Damn, hyung. Your ass feels so good.” I moaned softly as he started pushing his hips back to meet my thrusts. “I’m going to cum, hyung.”  I stuttered as my thrusts became sloppy and sped up.

He rested his shoulders on the bed and smiled as he began to twerk faster. I rested my hands on my hips and let him fuck himself. I gripped his hips and slammed him against me once more before pulling out and cumming up and down his back. We both laid onto the bed holding each other close and peppering little kisses on each other.

"Round 2?" I asked.

“In the shower?” Jimin purred.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

After a decade of marriage, Lambert's not feeling particularly sexy or wanted. Eskel agrees to a little bit of roleplay.

Warnings: Eskel/Lambert, A/B/O (non-traditional), established relationship, smut at the end, roleplay, present tense. For my friends in the @continentcakeshop.

They've been mated for years, and Lambert is going through a "you don't think I'm hot anymore, do you? you're bored of me, aren't you?" phase, but he's not very good at expressing it. It comes out in fits and starts of temper, and a few barbed comments that leave Eskel feeling a little hurt.

Eskel's looking down at his giant boner and half-filled knot after another night when his usual advances have been rebuffed, not quite understanding where this has come from. Does he need to buy flowers? Chocolate? More dates? More sofa cuddles?

No.

Lambert needs to feel sexy again. He wants the thrill of the hunt, but he wants it to be Eskel. Needs it to be Eskel. In principle, Lambert can't stand knothead alphas who flaunt their made up superiority, but roleplaying it with the man he loves? Someone he trusts will never hurt him? Yeah. He wants that.

So, they agree to a little roleplay: sassy, unmated omega with attitude, picked up in a bar by a strong, dominant alpha that will seduce him and carry him off.

Eskel practices in a mirror. Lambert's whole initial attraction to him was that he was strong and kind; he'd never done the alpha posturing thing other than to strut around their bedroom during his rut, or when he's feeling particularly well fluffed. So, he needs to find a little bit of his inner knothead to get the act right.

They choose a bar downtown. Not too shady, but it's so off brand from their usual haunts that there's no chance they'll be recognised by anyone. Lambert puts on a tight pair of jeans, his nice boxers, and the douchiest, low cut top with the billowing armholes that will show A Whole Tit if it falls right. He tops it off with his usual unlaced docs and a leather jacket, and he's golden. Upon arrival, Lambert finds a prominent seat at the bar, orders The Most Expensive Cocktail because he has Eskel's credit card and Eskel said "treat yourself", slapping his arse with a wink before he left, so it's revenge, really. About half an hour passes, and Lambert has to see off an alpha that gets a bit too close (and doesn't take the mating bite poking out from beneath his jacket as a hint). Then a slight niggle of doubt sets in. This is stupid, right? Eskel probably thinks he's lost his last marble, the fucking barman's eyeing him like he's an escort (nought wrong with that, but Lambert knows a judgemental gaze when he sees it), and Lambert's about ready to leave...

...then Eskel arrives. He's gone all out. Lambert hasn't seen him wear that suit since Geralt's wedding. It's a three-piece number with a jacket that fits his v-shape perfectly. No tie though, his collar's open, and Lambert zones in on that exposed skin, his mouth watering. He's going to bite there. Right there, on that collarbone, and... Eskel straightens his cufflinks as he surveys his territory because it's fucking his now.

The alpha that tried his luck with Lambert earlier skitters out from Eskel's path like he's been struck, and Eskel doesn't even look at him. No, he's looking at the bar, honey-gold eyes fixed on Lambert, the corner of his lips tilted up in a wry smile. He plays it perfectly. Eskel's usually an excitable puppy when he sees Lambert after any length of time: big beaming smile, eye crinkles. Shit, if he had a tail, it'd be wagging.

But not now.

Now, he's a hunter stalking his prey, and Lambert presses his thighs together for... reasons. As Eskel moves between the tables, he makes the whole place look shabby. More people move out of his way, mumbling apologies. He wields his presence so effortlessly, and fuck, Lambert hasn't noticed it before. Eskel's always so accommodating; he holds doors open for old ladies, apologises to the damned cat on his lap when he has to get up to go to the toilet. Eskel is King Soft. Always has been. Lambert loves him for it. Lambert also wants to jump him in the club in front of everyone. He's so enraptured that he's still staring by the time Eskel reaches the bar next to him. He doesn't sit, but spreads his palms out and waits. He doesn't even need to draw the barman's attention; the beta runs over like he's on a string.

"Whisky, hold the ice, and," Eskel's eyes slide left, "whatever this pretty thing's drinking."

Lambert didn't realise he was slurping an empty drink until Eskel ordered him another, at which point he slams his glass down and tries to lean nonchalantly on the bar.

Truth is, Lambert's completely out of practice and he isn't sure how this flirting thing goes these days. He can make a fart joke usually and Eskel will laugh, it's... that's just what marriage is. Fart jokes and memes, right?

He's panicking.

Because Eskel hasn't actually worn any cologne. He's freshly showered, all proper, but it's those pheromones rolling off of him that Lambert can smell, even over the saccharine tang of the cocktail the barman places down in front of him. Eskel hasn't moved any closer. He's not looming, not caging Lambert in, but Lambert's so very aware of him and can't now lift his eyes from the sugared lip of his glass.

"Got a name, pretty thing?"

How can Eskel talk like that? Where has that come from? It's the velvet rumble that Lambert's used to, but there's an edge to it that makes his insides go a little weak. Does he make up a name? He hasn't thought that far ahead. Eskel's too good. They agreed - drink, dance, out, bed - now Lambert's not sure his legs will work. "Lambert," he says, quietly at first, then a second time a little louder.

"Lambert," Eskel repeats, and he savours it, rolling it across his tongue like he can taste Lambert already. "Eskel, it's a pleasure." He offers his hand and Lambert should have expected what came next - the palm was up, after all - but he plops his own hand in Eskel's grasp like a puppy offering its paw, and damn near chokes on air when Eskel places a kiss on the back of Lambert's knuckles, those honey-gold irises almost drowned out by how big his pupils are.

Lambert had forgotten that this was about exciting Eskel too for a hot second there and is doubly relieved to see that Eskel is more than a little interested. Eskel does find him sexy.

This amazingly stunning alpha, with his huge shoulders, his confident stride, his suave rumble, finds Lambert attractive. Lambert feels the shiver run up his spine and takes his hand back slowly. The revelation has given him a little confidence, and he leans back on the bar, elbows propped up. "Little downmarket for someone so prim and proper, slumming it with the little folk?"

"Hoping to find a diamond in the rough," Eskel replies after another of those faint, wry smiles. "I didn't expect to unearth something so precious so quickly."

Fucking. Smooth. Rat. Bastard. Lambert's toes curl in his boots and he bites his lower lip.

"That pick up line work usually?"

"Doesn't matter," Eskel takes a sip from his tumbler and turns to rest his hip against the bar, "it's worked this time."

Oh fuck, because if Lambert can smell Eskel, then Eskel can smell him, and he was wet in his smalls from the moment Eskel sent the inferior alpha scuttling into the corner of the room with a glance. What a basic bitch. But it's Eskel, and he's walking omega-nip, isn't he? He always has been. And he belongs to Lambert. Or will. Usually, Lambert would shuffle his rear into Eskel's lap, demand love and affection, but he can't now. This is a Strange Alpha. He can't break the fantasy; Eskel's doing this for him. And it's... fuck, it's more fun than he had thought it would be.

"Arrogance. Not a very attractive feature," Lambert replies as airily as he can muster, but he has to grip his glass pretty fucking hard to steady his hand. "Might have been that guy who got me all hot and bothered." Lambert jerks his chin towards the corner of the bar where the previous reject lurked.

He feels Eskel expand. All Eskel does is shift a little, shoulders straightening, eyes narrowing, but he suddenly feels twice the size and Lambert breathes him in, eyes flickering. "And how did he do that?" Eskel's voice is far too level and for a moment Lambert almost believes he feels threatened.

"Laid on the moves, you know," Lambert replies, taking another sip from his cocktail. "I was going to head home with him, unless you can outclass his offer."

The music's low but loud enough to be heard over the murmur of collected voices. There are a few people dancing between the tables, a couple on the cleared space passing from the dance floor. It's late. Most of the patrons are just touching the boundary of "tipsy enough to not worry about looking like an idiot". Eskel doesn't like being the centre of attention; the scars, his size, a general dislike of people he doesn't know. But this version shrugs his jacket off nonchalantly and unbuttons his cufflinks. Lambert watches those thick forearms appear and wants to bite those too. He's so fixated on that familiar scar wrapped over Eskel's wrist that he blinks when Eskel takes his hand.

"Allow me to prove that I'm in a class of my own."

Lambert follows Eskel to the dance floor, watching in awe as the path miraculously clears before them. There's no weaving between tables, knocking drinks and stray elbows, for Eskel. The world bends to his whim. Lambert wants to bend to his whim. Eskel pulls him close, guides Lambert's hands to his chest and settles his own at Lambert's waist. This close, Eskel's scent is overwhelming, that exposed collarbone within range of Lambert's mouth. But those eyes are close too. Intense and bright; wanting and hungry. Liquid fire, Lambert thinks, as they sway together.

Lambert wants to ask whether Eskel's okay. People are watching them. The weight of each heavy gaze is a mixture of jealousy, curiosity and boredom. But Eskel's the most intimidating presence in the whole bar, and the space around them clears. Lambert knows if he asks then the spell will be broken. He scents the air anyway, tries to read his husband's face and eyes, and finds no discomfort. He relaxes into the hands cradling him, holds that intense gaze as one song melts into the next. There's no fear there, Eskel's ignoring everyone else, they're of no consequence. No threat. No interest. The focus of his entire world is Lambert, and Lambert feels dizzy with the thought.

Eskel lifts one of Lambert's hands and kisses the palm, the fingers, the wrist. He nuzzles over the soft skin there and holds Lambert's hand to his face before turning him. A slow spin leaves Lambert's back to Eskel's chest, warm lips finding the space beneath Lambert's ear. Such a light kiss steals his breath away, and he pushes back, encouraging. This is probably too fast for a realistic fantasy encounter, but it's Lambert's fantasy, damn it, and he suddenly wants his Hot As Molten Lava husband on him, in him, over him.

The slow tenderness is making him ache. The way that Eskel slides a hand down Lambert's torso, following the contours of his lean build, mere fingertips hooking just beneath his waistband. It's possessive, his fingers leaving an invisible brand of ownership everywhere they touch, and an offer. Lambert's sure that if Eskel demanded to mount him here, he'd drop and present in seconds; he feels lighter than air, grounded only by the searing heat of Eskel's body, and the soft rumble of an aroused alpha nosing over his neck.

Lambert tilts his head back against Eskel's shoulder, feels another warm palm marvel down the length of his body, and he realises that Eskel's displaying him to the other hungry eyes watching them. He's showing them a glimpse of what they can't have because Lambert's his now. Even in the fantasy of their encounter, Lambert's making all the right noises, moving in all the right ways. Eskel is showing off the beautiful omega he has enticed to him, and Lambert lets out a soft moan. He's that beautiful omega. The one that made Eskel's eyes go like that, made him want to stake a public claim for all to see. This amazing alpha, with his hot-as-fuck body and warm honey eyes wants Lambert. But it's not just that either, is it? Lambert knows how gentle and tender the heart underneath it all is. He lets out another wistful moan and rocks his hips back against Eskel's, feeling the hard length of his alpha's cock through his slacks.

"Don't be makin' noises like that, baby," Eskel says, his voice so low and husky that Lambert can feel it to his very core, "or I'll have to do somethin' about it."

"Yeah?" Lambert tilts his face to Eskel's neck, all but arched against him. "Then do something."

The challenge sparks something in Eskel and Lambert hears him growl. It's so low. Like a summer storm on the horizon; threatening, inevitable. Lambert wants it to wash over him and lets out another soft moan when he feels Eskel's teeth on his neck.

Mine.

Did Eskel say it? Breathe it? Perhaps he kissed the thought into his skin like a brand, and now Lambert knows it with every fibre of his being.

They leave the bar. Eskel snatches his jacket and throws some cash down next to his half-finished drink. His presence must have expanded even further because a cabbie appears from nowhere. Lambert sits astride Eskel's lap and devours him in the ten-minute (read: eternal, never-fucking-ending) drive to the hotel room that Eskel booked. His lips never leave Eskel's neck, and he leaves a bruising kiss on that exposed collarbone.

Lambert wraps himself around Eskel's chest and they stumble through the hotel lobby, past a mystified receptionist and harried concierge. As they get to their room, Eskel nearly kicks the door off its hinges in his haste to get Lambert into the room, onto the bed. The jeans don't last; the button pings off, the denim rips, but Lambert doesn't care. He's too busy scrambling at Eskel's belt, which might as well be a multi-layered Aztec puzzle box for all the luck he has getting it off.

Eskel's hands are everywhere; his lips, his teeth. Lambert winds his fingers in his hair and arches into him, babbling, pleading. And when Eskel finally gives him what he wants, their bodies moving desperately, furiously, Lambert crushes their mouths together until his lungs burn for air and the rest of his body glows with pleasure.

Their skin glistens with sweat, they tumble over the bed, kicking sheets and pillows onto the floor, desperate to taste and touch and have. Eskel pulls his head back, his hips pressed flush to Lambert's body, their foreheads leaned together and breathes, "Mine."

Lambert grins, throws his head back in ecstasy and rolls his body against Eskel. It's perfect, this is perfect. He feels wanted, and attractive - no, not attractive, fucking hot, like he's the finest piece of ass to walk the Continent, and he's won this beautiful, staggeringly good-looking alpha over all the others. Not a consolation prize. Eskel could have had anyone in that fucking club - alpha, beta, omega - they were all watching him. But he chose Lambert... would choose Lambert every time.

The perfect grind of Eskel's cock pushes him into an orgasm that makes his toes curl, his nails biting into Eskel's shoulders, and punches a desperate cry from his chest. When Eskel tries to drawback for another thrust, Lambert's legs tighten and he grips a fistful of hair to drag Eskel's ear to his mouth. "Mine."

Eskel moans, fisting the sheets, and comes. Lambert feels the pressure of his knot as his own body bears down on it. It's another thrill of pleasure and Lambert rocks onto Eskel's prick until they're both shaking and breathless. It's not the last time they make love. Lambert lets Eskel up for a drink of water but pins him down again barely half an hour later. The next few times are slower; they kiss the bruises and the scratches they left behind, and eventually fall asleep wound together, sated and exhausted.

In the morning, Lambert wakes to one honey-gold eye watching him from the pillow next to him. The corner crinkles when Eskel realises Lambert's awake, lopsided smile curling over his face. Lambert's husband is back; the soft-hearted goof with the fluffy hair and soft eyes. "Hey," Eskel rumbles.

"Hey yourself." Lambert stretches like a cat, feels all the aches in all the right places, and flops over onto his side to face Eskel. His alpha's studying him closely, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

"How did I do?" Eskel asks.

"Well," Lambert begins, propping himself up on his elbow so that he can stroke the scruffy mop of Eskel's hair. "I don't know where you've been keeping that other dude, but he can visit again some time."

Eskel looks proud of himself and Lambert let him have the victory without teasing. Then that well-earned smugness melted into doubt; a frown tugs at Eskel's lips, and a ponderous hum leaves his chest. "Do you, uh... do you prefer the... um, the other guy?"

Lambert grins and tilts their foreheads together. "Nah. He's nice for a night. Couldn't imagine waking up to him every morning though. Be fucking exhausting."

Eskel sighs, relieved. "Oh thank fuck. I'm exhausted. I think those shoes gave me blisters, and do you know how much I had to suck my gut in to get that waistcoat to fit? Kreve's tits, I thought I was going to need shaping pants."

They both dissolve into hysterics, because the idea of Eskel in lady's shapewear is too much. He's enjoyed a few pints and more than a few full roast dinners since Geralt's wedding, but that's absolutely fine, because Eskel is exactly as he should be. Lambert wouldn't have him any other way.

[buckybarnesdiaries]

white wolf: “the show must go on”

first part — second part

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bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it’s a disaster, but he gets it.

word count: 1'9k.

warnings/tags: none. bucky being so innocent gives me life. + he being so damn cute as always.

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“Have plans with your girl tonight?”

Bucky clicked his tongue, putting down the weight to the holder, not turning to Sam still doing squats and an awkward noise out of breath. His partner couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and giggle while shaking his head, fast enough to steal the soldier's clean towel before he reached it.

“She's not my girl”.

“Not yet, you mean, uh?” He joked then, using the clothing like a whip to hit the metal arm. “But, you have plans or not?”

“Yeah, we have plans”. Bucky admitted eventually, glancing at Sam also stealing his bottle of water. “She invited me to watch a movie”.

It was the innocent and unworried tone of voice from him that made Sam choke, cough, and laugh at once.

“What?”

“Oh, man… Can't believe you're sinful enough to do what we do but too innocent to not see what that means”.

“It means we're gonna watch a movie”.

Bucky was confused at the laughter, trying to understand what he was referring to as he rested his back against the wall and crossed both arms over his chest. Expecting anything else from his wise friend.

“This is the twenty-first century, you ancient. We don't watch movies”.

“What d— What do you mean? You have Netflix, HBO, Prime Video… What's the point?”

Sam was deadpanned, staring in silence at the soldier, not believing what his ears were hearing. “We, guys, don't watch movies with girls, even less when they are the ones inviting us”.

Bucky squinted at him, tilting his head like a lost poppy would do, not being able to read between lines. His partner gasped exasperated, running a hand up and down his face.

“You know, man? Sometimes I feel alone, not having anyone to laugh with about that forties' manners of yours. Should I call Sarah, maybe?”

“Cut the show”. He hissed standing up and passing him away.

“Oh, no, no, no… the show has just started, man, and I have my popcorn ready”.

Bucky had been beating around the bush the whole day, trying to let it out of his mind. Of course, it was something that would happen sooner or later, and —more than of course— he wanted it to happen. The mere fact of thinking about you and him, flesh against flesh, hearing you moaning his name and making you feel good caused him goosebumps and an awkward sensation beneath his black jeans. Suddenly, swallowing saliva turned impossible, biting his lower lip while ringing the intercom of your apartment. Your response didn't last more than a couple of seconds, opening the door downstairs and waiting for him at the entrance of your apartment.

The butterflies fluttered within your bellies when Bucky stepped out of the lift, showing you that charming smile that could make you kill anyone who dared to erase it from his face.

“Trying to get me drunk?” You joked as he raised the bottle of red wine in his left hand.

“Maybe?”

“Missed you today”. You whispered at the soft kiss on your lips and his arm getting wrapped around your lower waist.

“So did I”. He sighed, sounding a little tired, caressing your nose with his.

Yesterday he talked to you about a routine medical check-up the government used to do every six months until he earned his pardon. Four hours of intense exercise to make sure the supersoldier serum was still doing its effect, as he started to feel somewhat tired since he stayed in Wakanda. For Bucky, it was really easy to open up himself with you and talk about his past and some of the things he did. And he didn't complain when you helped him to take off his leather jacket, watching him rubbing his left shoulder.

“I, uh… also was this morning with Sam. Training”. He told you, following you to your kitchen to find a couple of glasses. Turning at him, you couldn't help but raise an incredulous eyebrow. “Don't look at me like that… I know to perfection what you're thinking”.

“You're a telepath now?”

“God, no. I have enough with the voices inside my head, to hear someone's else”. He chuckled resting against the fridge. “But you're very expressive and I was trained to read body language”.

“So, what am' thinking?” You asked driven by curiosity, entertained on opening the bottle of wine.

“Look at this guy… He looks hotter than a barbecue”.

You broke into a loud laugh, shaking your head as you grabbed the drink and the glasses. “Not even close, Sergeant”.

“Liar”. He blurted into your face, passing him away to the living room where the Thai takeaway was waiting for the two of you.

“I'm not lying! You're a lousy body reader”.

“So… you can do it better, uh?”

“Didn't say so, but… yeah”. You replied, placing the wine and the glasses on the coffee table next to the big green sofa.

“Okay, go ahead. What am 'thinking, genius?”

Standing in front of him, some inches away, you squinted at his eyes in advance of touring his posture from top to bottom with your orbs.

“Look at that girl… she's hotter than a volcano”.

“Not even closer, soldier”. Bucky repeated your words, kissing his teeth and causing you to laugh again.

“Liar”.

The night went on, enjoying your dinner and watching the first part of Scary Movie. Since Bucky told you that he loved the horror genre, you thought that it'd be a good start. As you finished the Thai dishes, you two cuddled on your sofa, and it felt nice to be embraced by his muscly arms and had your head rested on his shoulder. He had never been that happier before, imagining for a moment —staring at you by the corner of his eyes— that he wasn't a retired lethal assassin controlled by a bunch of psychos, just a guy watching a movie with his girl.

For some reason that increased his pulse, having to clear his throat as the thought dried it. You couldn't let it go, wrinkling your nose with curiosity, raising your face slightly at Bucky trying to focus on the movie, and pretending everything was going okay.

“What?” He murmured about to laugh nervously, putting his head back a couple of inches to look better at you.

“Seems like you're gonna have a heart attack, what's the matter?”

The soldier breathed heavily through his nostril, expelling all the air in a sight through his parted lips. A lower giggle escaped them as your eyes widened a little more interested in his response to your question.

“Sam… Sam said something this morning”.

There it was. Your grimace turned skeptical, sitting up to borrow the control remote and pause the movie. Turning to face him and placing an arm on the headrest, you puckered your lips in a funny gesture watching him click his tongue.

“Things are different nowadays and… y'know, we used to watch movies”.

“And that's what we're doing”.

“Yeah, but… it's like… now there are some kinds of non-speak social rules”.

You knew exactly what he was referring to and seeing him somewhat troubled and tense just made your heart melt. It wasn't that he was scared, but it almost felt like.

“Is it your first time since the forties?” You dared to ask, clearly with no intentions of making fun of him.

“I've never really… y'know, I was in my twenties when I left Brooklyn. I me— mean, 'm not stupid, okay? I've done things but not… sex like… to the whole point”. Bucky didn't have his eyes on you when he made that confession, rubbing the bridge of his nose by inertia as his nervousness increased. “And now everything… is pretty different”.

“It doesn't have to”. You just replied, stretching a hand to his right one to intertwine your fingers. “Listen, Buck… We don't have to, okay? We don't have to do anything if you're not ready. We can watch the movie and then… you can go, or you can stay to sleep with me”.

“I'd like that”.

“Leave?”

“Yeah, totally, if you excuse me, ma'am… I gotta leave” He clearly joked, about to stand up until you pushed him down to the sofa bursting in laughter. “Nah, I, uh… I mean, I'd like to sleep with you tonight”.

“I'd like too, and to wake up tomorrow morning with you”.

“Yeah, would be very awkward if you go to sleep with me and wake up with another guy in your bed”.

Bucky smirked at you, biting his upper lip before leaning to press both on yours. He couldn't believe you were being so comprehensive with him, not making any other uncomfortable questions, nor kicking his ass out of your house. At that moment, he realized he was madly in love with you, bringing you closer to himself so he could embrace you tenderly between his arms. And you let him, not wanting anything else than to be with him.

At the moment the movie finished, you both stretched your hands to the ceiling with a yawn opening your mouths. You palmed his thigh to beckoning at him, urging the soldier to follow you as you rubbed your eyes using your knuckles, a little sleepy. Turning off the lights on your way to your room, you changed your clothes for a baggy Iron Maiden's t-shirt, as he stripped himself leaving his clothes on the chair in front of your bed, only wearing a pair of black boxers at the end.

You were about to ask him which side he preferred when the words died on your tongue, glancing at him with his flesh hand over his dark grey shoulder. It was the first time you saw the vibranium arm in all its glory and Bucky gave you the impression of being embarrassed. He'd never stop surprising you with plenty of emotions for things that for you didn't have any importance actually —like the fact of not having two real arms.

“Come here”. You murmured, kneeling on the mattress and palming the other lateral, observing every one of his actions till lying next to him, in the middle of the gloom of your room.

Covering both of you with the sheets and turning on your sides to face each other, Bucky took the initiative of wrapping you close to his chest, as he placed his head on your pillow. He couldn't help but take a soft breath from your heavenly smell impregnated in, provoking a smile to grow on your lips. Surrounding his neck with your arms, you sunk your fingers in his short hair, gently caressing his scalp while you started to spread tender short kisses all around his face.

“This feels good”. He purred with such a pleased tone of voice, closing his eyes as he adventured his warm hand under your shirt to draw invisible patterns on your back.

“So good”. You affirmed, peppering his cheek with a bunch of noisy smooches.

Bucky squeezed you between his grip, hiding his face into the gap of your shoulder and neck, causing you goosebumps because of his exhalation against your skin. He was comfortable being that close, with no distance separating your chests and your legs intertwined in a bundle. You saw how relaxed he was when he pulled his head back to the pillow, noses touching and his eyelids closed.

“Good night, Buck”. You whispered, still feeling his caresses on your back, leaning to kiss him one last time.

“Good night, doll”.

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[wolviecore]

Some Dad! Jughead headcanons because it'd be the cutest thing:

Love the idea of Jug adopting a baby from the Southside, or New York, or even run off with the little darling while bumming the streets

He's a baby boy, tiny with the chubbiest cheeks, fingers smaller than his fingernail but sinking in the lapels of his jacket and staring with big round eyes and clearly won't let go without a fight

Jug raised JB and an Archie, what's more? He'd speak so gently to the cutie, smile never once leaving his face. It's like he's holding living breathing joy and it's infectious

" hi baby. wanna go home with me? yeah? Yeah??'' Frozen sweat droples down his back; he's scared. heart shaking, pulse popping, skin crawling scared, but he has to do it. If he doesn't take this baby- who will?

" does he have a name?" " buddy, I have to keep it alive. I don't gotta name it to do so" He's practically handed the bundle of ratty, thin sheets with pink cheeks and dark curls like a pair of jeans

He's angry, but he can always tell Betty about this later

In the meantime- he looks at the baby boy and thinks about his father. About Archie. Fred. Charles. About Pop. About Fangs and Kevin and Sweet Pea. "...Junior. Do you wanna be called Junior?"

His son squeals and claps and chews on his thumb.

VERY protective. Walks into Archie's house and is like, this is the new love of my life, if he's not staying, I'm not either.

" Dude, I have no idea what to do with a baby. We need to find an adult." " We ARE adults! Just look at him!" " OK Jug hes cute but it won't wo-" Jr blinks and makes grabby hands and coos. Archie starts crying. " Okay I'll go to the store "

Jug reading to his baby, both children's books and up, speaking all cutesy even through Pride and Prejudice parts where he cries

Veronica and Cheryl fight over the Godmother spot; Tabitha watches smug, knowing she's got it. Betty is awkward with the baby, still trying to process, but she loudly promising that whoever lays a hand on him, will be the last time they have hands

Cheryl takes Junior and does all kinds of beauty routines/facemasks, also let's him use all of her expensive paints and frames his drawing like they're the louvre

Veronica spoils him the most probably - fills his room to the roof with toys, pays for a kick ass nursery, installs a huge built in wall that flips and reveals a library when you press a switch " only the best for MYY godson"

Junior has a little pops uniform that Jug shares with Pop (after spending one hour of walking Pops through his labyrinth of games and candy crush apps)

Pops books a ride to Riverdale and whacks Jug over the head with a spatula " how dare you have a baby and not call me IMMEDIATELY.does your father know?!"

" Know! I can't get him to forget!" Bc FP is the most dotting grandpa and argues Pop Pop time should be ALL the time.

Jug just. Has a hard time building a social life around Junior, because he loves being a dad, and other people who do like him, don't like his baby, not in a way that matters

But Jug has trouble accepting help; he wants to do everything by his own hand, like he learned to do, carry it with silence.

Veronica sets him up with other single parents but he just uses an old excuse to walk away and run back home bc he misses his baby

Junior is a shy baby, bashful, hides in daddy's jacket or his sweater when meeting new people. Jug starts wearing soft, silky shirts and fuzzy sweaters bc Junior loves soft things

loves cuddling; he's also adorably lazy even if he loves play - Archie can run in excitedly and be like. " Hey baby jug! Let's play!" Junior blinks, sneezes, and sleeps on his elephant stuffie which confuses Archie greatly

Takes him by his onesie and shows him to Jug " i think your baby's out of batteries"

JUG AND BABY NAPPING <33

Eveynight, Jug cuddles him up and kisses his forehead and says " I'll never love anyone as much as I love you"

[kah-way-loh]

Hey, just saw your reblog of my Jellycat post. I’m not sure if you have any texture sensitivities but from one undiagnosed ND person to another, just be aware that the snow (and I think sage) dragon have kinda scratchy wings, so if you can’t handle those kinds of textures, the onyx and Dexter ones are probably a safer option. I have a snow and Dexter dragon and I love the Dexter one a lot. His wings are the same fluffy texture as the rest of his body which means he’s easy to cuddle. The snow one is a bit too scratchy for me, so I have her on my shelf instead. And the onyx one I hear also has a nice texture, though I don’t have one yet. Hope this info helps if you ever decide to get a dragon!

I've heard about the scratchy fabric issue, I'm personally not bothered by many textures (tulle is the only one I truly Can't Stand) so I think I'd be alright with Sage and Snow Dragon. I've also heard Onyx Dragon's wings have a denim-like texture and as someone who almost always wears jeans I'm definitely excited to see if it's true!

I do have a Dexter Dragon of my own! His name is Surge and he's such a good comfort buddy 🥺 It's odd he's the only dragon out of the four with fluffy wings, I think it'd be neat for future dragons to have fluffy wings too!

[wolferals]

🇪🇸di mi nombre🇪🇸

finally fallin' chapter 5

arón piper x reader

(The spanish is all google translate, i wont take responsibility for mistakes)

chapter 5

After your „date" with Arón, he had been so sweet to walk you back to your small apartment at around 9:15. On the way there, he had reassured you that you were going to be fine filming the video with him.

You were still pretty nervous and to be honest a little anxious already.

To explain your concern about the smallest thing, it'd be good to clear some things.

When you were 14, your grandma had died right after Christmas. That had really gotten to you, you had been very close with her, and you hadnt gotten the chance to say goodbye go her.

Thats how it all started, your sadness, the loneliness.

You had spent days and nights sitting on your bed, listening to sad music and just staring at the ceiling.

The years after that it had gotten a little better, you didnt cry at the thought of her anymore but now every little thing triggered your mind into thinking you were going to get hurt or embarrassed.

You were overthinking everything.

And to briefly explain why you got so nervous when a guy looked at you or complimented you, you had never been in a super serious relationship. And you were almost 20 now.

Some people would say its weird but you had realized that maybe your time hasnt come yet, and that was okay for you.

So as to right now, you were sitting in the subway on the way to the address Arón had sent you.

College had been alright today, Itzan and you had had lunch together again and had spent some more time finding ideas for the photo shoot with Arón.

You were still nervous but tried to calm yourself down by thinking back to what Arón had told you. He was going to be there and he had done nothing but be comforting and sweet to you.

On the right station you got out and walked to location.

It was a big market place somewhere in Madrid and you immediately spotted Arón in the crowd. He was wearing a black shirt and a jeans jacket over it. He looked good.

You walked up to him and he noticed you right away and walked towards you.

„Hola chica, you feeling good?" He pulled you into a tight hug.

That had been your second hug. The first had been the night before when he had taken you home and then left.

His hugs were tight but so comforting to you.

„Hey, I'm good how are you?"

He put his arm around your shoulder and you guys walked back to the others.

„Guys that's y/n, my girlfriend."

Your head shot up to him.

He grinned and added:"In the video."

You started laughing as well.

Then yon got introduced to the other guys and you went through the scene again before you relatively quick went to filming. The first scene had been easy for you. Just walking around, holding Arón's warm hand, pretending to be interested in everything around you.

Since he was a lot taller than you, you used the opportunity to put your head on his shoulder while walking.

He pressed your hand tightly until the guy yelled a loud „cut."

You walked back to the camera to see the scene from this perspective. Arón was still holding you hand until you both realized and he let go, grinning at you.

„That was great guys, we already got it." His friend „Moonkey" spoke and highfived you both.

The next scene had been the one, getting some food and sitting down at a bench. You had to feed each other a little to seem „cute" until you spilled the ketchup from your fries on his shirt, making you laugh out loud. For real though, it hadnt been planned but Arón later on had said that it was perfect for the video.

It was getting darker over the course of filming those cute/funny scenes with the guys and at around 7 you decided to take a break and get an actual snack.

The guys got burger and stuff but since you and Arón had eaten for the scene before, you just grabbed drinks and slowly walked to the next location.

The cameras were wrapped up in bags that the guys could easily carry as backpacks.

The club you originally intended to film a scene it was closed that day and the next one would've been to far to walk so you had to change your entire plan.

„Why dont we film the rooftop scene now and include some dancing and jumping around? Turn on some music and you guys dance."

Arón agreed immediately but you again got self conscious, having to dance in front of a couple boys.

Arón reassured you again and took your hand as you were making your way up to the top of the building.

While the guys were setting up the cameras and all, you and Arón were standing together, talking.

He again told you stuff like:"Close your eyes and just pretend no one is there. You're gonna do great I'm sure."

You smiled at him and then examined the view over the city and its lights.

„Alright Arón, y/n just sit down over there, cuddle and maybe watch the stars i dont know." <Moonkey> laughed and you both did as he said.

Aròn put his arm around you, pulling you closer to his chest.

You intentionally closed your eyes and listened to his heartbeat and breathed in his cologne. You were fully enjoying this until something or something basically ripped you out of your thoughts and your comfortableness.

„Cut thanks."

Arón seemed to be a little startled as well because it took him a bit until he removed his arm from you.

„Now, dancing. Arón show her what you got." one of them laughed. „Cabrón, i cant dance." Arón cursed and looked at you.

He then turned on some reggaeton you didnt know but it was perfect for dancing so you took a deep breath and let all your thoughts go.

You grabbed Arón's hand and just started dancing around like you didnt care who was watching.

It seemed to help him because he got more comfortable as well and you ended up jumping and running around the roof terrace, not giving a shit at all.

<Moonkey> was dancing along behind the camera and the mood was set.

You all had so much fun that second and you wished it wouldnt end.

To be completely honest, you owned it. You felt everyones gaze on you, Arón was almost looking at you freaking out in awe, as he was dancing with you.

If you werent so in your own state, you'd think there was a certain tension between the both of you.

„Cut. As sorry as I am to stop whatever is happening here, we need to finish this so I can cut it."

„Off to Arón's." The blonde guy spoke and again packed the camera in the bag.

You caught your breath first and then looked at Arón.

You started to laugh loudly, not being able to believe how careless you were just dancing.

Arón smiled at you for a while before you all left to go downstairs to enter his apartment.

Finally sitting on the black couch in his living room, he first handed everyone a drink and then sat down next to you.

His place was a lot bigger than yours. No wonder though, he was an actor and probably had more money than you, not that that mattered you just noticed.

„Everything ready?" He then asked and again put his arm around you.

„Ready." you all answered almost simultaneously.

The scene was relatively short. You started by clicking your glasses together, then pretended to laugh about something and then it was time to end the scene with a kiss.

You slowly turned your head to meet his and smiled at him.

His eyes were sparkling towards you, before he smiled once again and your lips finally met for the first time.

It was a short but hard kiss.

You heard Moonkey go „whooo" behind the camera, but you were too focused on Arón's kiss.

It felt better than you had expected and by now you were almost sure you had deeper feelings for him.

Was that crazy since you didnt even know him that long?

„Cut." someone broke off your kiss and you kept on looking into each others eyes for a little.

„Guys" Moonkey laughed, official breaking the tension going on.

Afterwards, the guys packed their stuff, took some time finishing their drinks and then took off relatively quick.

„Alright I'll cut it together and send it to you next week or something." His friend told Arón and they talked a bit before you heard the door close.

You were still sitting in your exact position on the couch, with the half full glass of red wine in your left hand.

„See, it went fantastic." Arón fell down on the couch next to you.

„Yeah..."

-„Thank you. I had a lot of fun." you finished your sentence.

Arón smiled at you.

„Me too."

And then it all went super fast.

The alcohol kicked in and you guys went off to talking about rather intimate topics and he scooted closer to you.

„Ill call you next time I need a fake girlfriend." He slurred and laughed afterwards.

Since you were a bit tipsy you joked:"You can leave out <fake> too, thats fine with me."

Arón started laughing again and before you knew, his lips were on yours again.

This time it was more forceful and rougher.

You liked it a lot.

He grabbed the drink from your hand skillfully and placed it on the table without breaking the kiss.

And then he was on top of you, with both his hands holding your head.

You knew you had to stop him before it got too much but your drunk mind wanted it more than anything that moment.

Next thing to happen was him taking off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs.

„Joder, Arón." you cursed and looked down on him.

Arón chuckled at your comment.

„Di mi nombre, bebe."

[shawnpetermuffins]

Pictured with You (Epilouge)

A/n: we have come to an end to this story of mine. Thank you for sticking around for so long.

Summary: It's been a year, and you're looking for something to do on this week long vacation.

Warnings: fluff

Word count: 1.9k

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One year later

We wanted a week away from the craziness. Just one week for ourselves and our friends to hang out and not care about having to work - me on the finishing touches of the new album, which I'm actually stressing about right now because y/n still knows next to nothing about it. And that's stupid of me because literally every song is about her and if she tells me she doesn't want that then I'm screwed because I have nothing else to give the label.

She's kicking her feet softly from the edge of the pool, looking nothing less than breathtaking as the blinding sun hits her body just right. I swim away from my friends and to my rightful spot between her legs. Y/n looks down at me when I press a gentle kiss to the tops of her thighs. "Whatcha thinking about, love?"

She hums, running a lazy finger down the column of my neck. "Nothing. Just like watching you have fun, is all."

"It'd be more fun if you got in with me."

"I think you have attachment issues, Mendes."

"Yeah?" I bite playfully at her knee and she laughs, trying to push my head away. "Might have a point there… but I'm not gonna fix that."

"Gonna cling to me more?" She teases as my hands snake around her body, resting softly on the curve of her butt.

"Mmm…" I mumble against her neck. "Never gonna stop clinging to you. Gonna hold you like this forever and ever."

"Don't threaten me with a good time."

"Get in with me," I beg, jutting out my bottom lip as her hands lace through my wet curls. "I'll carry you." That gets her attention.

"Okay," she nods. "Well get me in, rockstar." I smile up at her and swiftly, but carefully bring her down into the pool with me. She shudders at the feel of the cool water against her warm skin. "Fucking hell, it's cold!" Her teeth chatter as she rests her head on my shoulder, arms wrapping tightly around my neck to steal my body heat. We stay like for minute, allowing her to get used to the unfamiliar temperature. "We're good," she mumbles and I slowly move us over to our friends who are goofing around, splashing each other.

"Oh good, she came to join us!" Brian exclaims. Before I know it, y/n is tugged from my arms and being spun around until she's finally thrown into the pool, completely submerged in the chlorine filled water. "There," Brian says triumphantly, with a laugh. "Now you're on our level."

She pushes her baby hairs out of her face with a shake of her head and an exaggerated eye roll, "so thoughtful, Bri. Thanks for that." She splash him once before taking my outstretched hand.

"Sorry, honey," I mumble into her hair, pressing her back to my front. "He caught me off guard."

"S'okay." Her head rests against my chest as we watch them make fools of themselves, not a care in the world. I whisper the words of the song playing into her ear and she falls deeper into me, wrapping my arms tighter around her waist.

"Y/n/n?" I say after a while of comfortable silence drifting between us.

"Shawny," she scrunches up her nose, hating the cutesy nickname, but she can't help that it comes out when she's a little tipsy. I love it though, and kiss the tip of her nose.

"Move in with me," I request, my head buried in her neck.

"What?" She giggles, turning in my arms.

"Move in with me," I say again.

"Where's this coming from?" She wraps her arms around my neck once again.

I shrug, "I mean, you've been going over there a lot more often recently. And… I have a drawer full of your clothes already."

She hums, "well I think I'd need more than just a drawer if we decided to do this."

"I'll get you your own damn closet if you want."

"You'd have to move houses if you did that."

"Then let's look for one. We can find one with a closet just for you, and we can make you your own dark room."

"Whoa there, big spender. That's a big commitment. You sure you can handle all that?"

I nod, "Yes. Hell, I'm ready to marry you right now if you say yes."

She looks up at me with a smirk. "you asking me something, Mendes?"

"Depends on what your answer is," I counter. "What do you say, honey? Will you marry me?"

"I think… my answer is… yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes," she nods, a big smile on her face.

I laugh, pressing my forehead against hers before kissing her deeply. "Oh god, baby. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Let's do it tonight," I plead, my eyes closed.

"Tonight?"

"Yeah. Let's fly out to Vegas and just get married."

"You really want to? I don't even have a dress."

"We'll get you something there. Come on, y/n. Say yes?"

"You," she pokes my chest with her pointer finger, "are completely insane."

I shake my head, "is that your way of saying you'll do it?"

"Well duh," she rolls her eyes as if it was the most obvious thing that we were gonna do this.

"Yo, what is with you two? Do you ever let go of each other?" Connor asks, splashing us.

I hold y/n's head against my chest before I ask. "You guys down for a quick road trip?"

"Where?" Brian asks, shaking out his wet hair.

"Vegas," I say with a cheeky grin.

"What's that look? What are you planning?" Connor questions.

"Y'all feel like being witnesses to a wedding?" Y/n asks, sparing only the smallest of glances to our friends. They're in complete shock. But it only takes a second before they're jumping on top of us, screaming out congratulations.

"Shit, let's go! We hit the road now, we can be there just after sunset." Brian is already pulling himself out of the water.

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"Nervous?" Brian claps my shoulder while I fix the collar of my shirt.

I chuckle, "dude, my heart feels like it's about to burst out of my chest. I've never been more nervous in my entire life."

"Well what's that thing you always say? Nerves mean you care?"

"Yeah," I nod. "But, god, man. I'm getting married. Did you ever think that was gonna happen? Like this, no less?"

"Hey," he holds the sides of my face and slaps my cheeks. "Don't stress about it. The love of your life is just on the other side of that door. You're just minutes away from your forever. This is going to be the best day of your life."

I swallow the lump forming in my throat, "Yeah. You're right. It's y/n." I can't help but laugh. Because I say it like I'm not still a nervous wreck every time she looks at me. Like my heart doesn't skip a beat every time she smiles. Like I don't forget what I'm about to say because I get lost in those piercing -

The door opens and Connor starts walking down the aisle, arm linked with y/n's, and I swear my breath catches in my throat. She looks beautiful in the white blouse we just got her, and the high waisted, ripped jeans that she insisted on wearing because a skirt was just not her. And I agreed, but to be fair she could tell me she wanted to wear a paper bag and I would have went along with it because I just want her. It's not until she's in front of me, wiping at my cheek that I realize I've been crying watching her walk toward me.

"Hey, come on, bub. Marrying me can't be that bad," she jokes.

I laugh, wiping roughly at my face, "Jesus, no. You're just so beautiful."

She flips her hair playfully, "Well then what are you waiting for, Mendes? You gonna marry me or not?"

Mendes. She's about to be a Mendes, and I can't wait.

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I wake up the next morning, sheets thrown haphazardly over me and the beautiful girl in my arms. I watch her figure for a few minutes, once I've adjusted to the bright light the sun brings into the room. Her hair is all over the place, but still framing her face perfectly as her eyes moved rapidly behind her eyelids. Her naked chest is just barely covered by the white bedsheets, one arm thrown over her stomach. And then my eyes land on that dainty ring she fell in love with the second I slipped it on her finger last night and it hits me that I'm laying in bed next to my wife. And I let myself think about how I get to wake up next to her forever. It's the most perfect moment.

Until my phone rings beside me and suddenly it isn't anymore.

"Hey, Andrew," I whisper as I answer his FaceTime call.

"WHAT IS THIS I'M SEEING ABOUT YOU GETTING MARRIED?!" Andrew's loud voice booms through my phone and I flinch because y/n stirs beside me.

"Shh…" I point my phone to my girl who is still sleeping, thankfully.

"You got married. Don't you think that's something you should tell your manager so that he's not blindsided early the next morning by all of these pap photos and articles and hundreds of texts and emails asking if it's true?"

"Well I am sorry I didn't tell you."

"So you did? Shawn, what were you thinking? This is everywhere right now."

"I was thinking that I have the most perfect woman by my side and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with her and that I wanted the rest of my life to start right then and there. That's what I was thinking. I'm sorry I didn't tell you and I'm sorry that it's online. But I'm not sorry it happened. I have everything I've ever wanted right here next to me." I look over to see y/n looking up at me with a sleepy smile.

"Shawn," my manager tries to grab my attention, but I can't seem to focus on anything other than the smiling woman next to me.

"If you'll excuse me. My wife just woke up and I would like to give her a proper good morning." I shut my phone off and reach over to brush a strand of hair from my girl's face. "Hey there, beautiful." I say quietly and lean down to press a soft kiss to her lips.

She hums, "good morning, handsome."

"Sleep well? You were… very tired last night," I say with a smirk and she moves to slap me, but I'm quick to catch her wrist.

"Nuh-uh, Mrs. Mendes." She giggles into my chest. "What? What's so funny?"

"Nothing," she shook her head, her hands on either side of my face. "It's just the first time I've heard it like that. I like it."

"Me too."

"So Andrew's mad."

I shrug. "He'll get over it. Now come cuddle," I lay on my beck and open my arms for her. It doesn't take long for her to shrink into my side, head on my chest.

"You still want to be married to me?" She murmurs, half asleep once again.

I press my lips to the crown of her head, "for the rest of my life, baby."

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