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“I’ll always be your best friend. No matter what.”

Part I / Part II
Pairing: Shawn Mendes x female character
Rating: Explicit
Words: 1989

Shawn wakes up to whispers outside his door, voices that speak words that are too low for him to clearly hear. At first, he’s confused, because why is there an arm slung over his waist? Then it hits him, the memories of last night. He realises that the person lying next to him is none other than the person he took home last night and kissed. His best friend.

He can feel every exhale of her slow breaths against his bare back. The second thing that he registers is the pounding in his head, and he definitely regrets the last couple of shots he did last night. His thoughts move at a mile per second, because he doesn’t know what to make of the situation as a whole, and there are a dozen questions running around his head, but he forces himself to stop. Eventually, the initial shock wears off and all he can think of in the moment is how badly he needs to pee. Carefully peeling off the arm around him, he tiptoes to his door and hears the voices clearer this time.

“I told you it would happen before they graduate,” says a male voice that definitely belongs to his father.

“Do you think they…?” He hears his mother’s concerned voice.

“They share clothes all the time, don’t they?”

“I guess, but this one was dry. By the jacuzzi.”

“Well, good on him then,” his father chuckles, and Shawn can see the face his mother must be making, in his head.

He can feel his cheeks turn hot as he hears his parents’ conversation about what sounds a lot like his sex life. He steps outside and clears his throat to make them aware of his presence, and his mother moves at the sound, swiftly spinning around to face him.

“Morning champ,” his father smirks.

His mother gives her husband a disapproving look before turning to look at Shawn in his more than fucked state with suspicion. “Honey, were you drunk last night?” she asks, narrowing her eyes, a warning sign that tells him that he better not lie.

Shawn sighs, knowing that there’s no point in lying when he will likely be spending most of the day in bed with the lights out. “Just a little,” he says apologetically. It’s not a lie, he’s only bending the truth a little, so he tells himself that it’s fine.

His mother shakes her head. “I found this by the jacuzzi. Is it yours?” She asks, holding up a thin jumper in front of him.

“Yeah,” he lies this time, taking it from her hands. He searches for a believable explanation to how and why it would end up on the porch, but comes up with nothing, so he just stands there awkwardly for a moment, watching his parents’ amused expressions. “I’m gonna brush my teeth,” he says, walking down the hall to the bathroom. He turns his head to look back, and they’re looking at him with grins on their faces.

They make their way down the stairs and into the kitchen to find his dad stirring something in a pot while his mom sets plates on the table. His mom tries, far too obviously, to hold back a grin when she sees them.

“Hey,” Shawn greets them. “What are you guys up to?”

“Lunch, and then we’re leaving for the conference,” his mother replies.

“So you’ll be gone?”

“All day,” she smiles, her gaze moving to the quiet girl next to Shawn. “Do you guys want some pasta?”

“I think I’ll just have some breakfast,” Shawn says.

“Yeah, me too.”

They eat in silence for the most part and it’s a little awkward, because when she’s there they always talk and laugh. Shawn thinks that his parents know well enough not to speak loudly around two hungover teenagers, and he really appreciates that, even though it makes the atmosphere a little thick. The food helps though, because he feels less nauseous after the meal.   

“So, what do you wanna do?” She asks with a faint smile, once his parents have closed the door behind them.


They’re about fifteen minutes through The Conjuring when Shawn wants to stop watching and begs her to make cookies. She groans, but agrees eventually.

“Only because I love you,” she mutters, dumping a cup of chocolate chips into a mixing bowl.

“You just admitted you love me,” Shawn lilts.

“Piss off,” she laughs with a shake of her head. “You big baby.”

She makes the cookies, which takes a lot more time than the recipe predicted because she has to defend the dough from Shawn, but eventually gives in and gives him the last of what’s left in the bowl once she has placed the baking tray in the oven.

They return to the living room with the cookies and eat them while the plot unfolds on the screen. When the cookies are finished and there are only crumbs left, they lay down close together on the couch, Shawn holding her from behind with an arm around her waist. She appears to be paying attention to the film on the screen, but Shawn has his eyes shut, and his face hidden in her neck because the film is much more frightening than he had anticipated.

She screams when a scary scene comes on, and jumps. “Sorry,” she says.

“It’s okay,” he says. “I’m here.”

His arm tightens around her and he buries his face in her neck, then he kisses the exposed skin, innocently at first, until his kisses move out to her shoulder and his mouth opens. The kisses travel back towards her neck and Shawn sucks on the flesh, biting playfully. She sighs in pleasure, and as if on instinct, her bottom pushes back against his crotch and he groans at the pressure. She turns to him and meets his lips with her own, playfully swiping his tongue with hers. Shawn kisses her back with passion, her fingernails digging into the back of his neck, and the electricity of her touch travels to every inch of his body. Then she tugs at his hair and directs his mouth to her neck.

“Keep going,” she says.

Her leg slots itself between his and she presses against him and starts to rock against him slowly with a gentle pressure and Shawn feels his underwear tighten. He shivers when her hand travels down his back, around to the front of his waistline and cups him outside of his sweats. The moan that he lets out is embarrassingly loud, and he just knows that she’s smirking above him. He feels dazed, as if what they’re doing isn’t real, as if it’s a dream. Because never had he ever thought that he’d have his open mouth on his best friend while she has her hand on his erection. He resumes to working on a mark he has started on her shoulder while her hand goes down his pants and takes a proper hold of him and starts with slow strokes that make him impossibly harder. Her hand stops a moment later, and he whines at that, giving her a disappointed look.

“I’m not about to give you a dry handjob. Do you have anything?” she explains.

“In my room. Let’s go?”

He gets up first, helping her stand and keeping her hand in his as he leads her up the stairs back to his room. It takes a while until he finds the bottle of lube and condoms at the back of a drawer, but when he does and places them next to his pillows on his unmade bed, it all becomes real, because he doesn’t know what’s about to happen between him and his best friend. Even though he’s known her forever, this is new, it’s delicate.

She must have picked up on his feelings, because she takes his face in her hands and whispers against his lips, “It’s okay.”

She sits him down, kisses him softly, climbs on top of him, and drives him crazy. It’s slow, like it was last night, and he’s nervous, but she strokes his jaw with her thumb, and he feels a little reassured. His hand makes its way under her shirt, and then they shed their clothes until they’re both in their underwear. Her spread thighs bracket Shawn’s as she moves slowly against his length with her heat against him. His hands beg for her to take off her knickers and she allows him to pull the confines down her legs. Then she reaches down to remove the last piece of clothing on his body and he’s stark naked underneath her. She moves against him again, this time without a barrier between them.

Her arm rests between them as she comes down from her high. Shawn puts his hand over hers and places his fingers between hers, giving her hand a light squeeze. They lie next to each other, close, but it still feels like far. All he can see is her, but her eyelids remain shut, and when she opens them, they only look at the ceiling. He keeps his smile, waiting for her to look at him, and when her gaze finds his, she looks at their hands then at him serenely for a moment before she frowns.

She licks her lips and takes a deep breath, as if inhaling courage. “Do you like me?” Her voice is a little shaky, scared, as if she knows the answer but doesn’t want to hear it.

“No,” he replies far too quickly. All he can think is that he wants to say what she wants to hear.

“Oh, thank God.”

The relief that washes over her face causes his stomach to fall, and that’s when he knows that he lied. He knows what he wants, and that they were definitely not on the same page when they hadn’t talked about it last night, and now he thinks that they should have. She seems to realise that his reaction doesn’t match hers because she loses that look of relief quickly.

“I can’t lose you,” she says dismally, her face falling.

“You’ll never lose me. I promise.” Shawn forces a smile, and pulls her against his chest, holding her loosely in his arms.

“We’re okay, right?”

“Of course,” he says.

“I think I’m gonna go home now. I need a shower,” she moves to sit and looks at him, his figure propped up on his forearms.

“Stop! I’m not in love with you!”


“I don’t know. I may have some kind of feelings for you, but they’re not… They’ll go away. I don’t even know what they are. You don’t have to run from me.” He sits next to her, but keeps a distance between them. “The last thing I want is for us to change because of something that may not even be real.”

She looks down at the sheets, and pulls the blanket tighter around her front. The frown is still on her face, but eventually the crease between her eyebrows disappear, and she offers a sad smile. “Do you remember, in eighth grade, when we promised each other that we’d always be best friends?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles at the memory. “I meant it.”

“So did I,” she smiles, relaxed this time.  

“I’ll always be your best friend. No matter what.” He reaches over and lightly punches her arm.

She grins at him even though he’s just punched her, but retaliates by kicking at his thigh with little force. Then she shuffles closer and pulls him into a hug that says ‘me too’. He places his arms around her, and it’s like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

“Can we get pizza?”

“I thought we were having a moment here,” Shawn laughs and pulls back.  

“Pizza makes everything better, so consider this moment better,” she grins.

“With extra cheese?”

“With extra cheese.”

Sun-kissed Sleepy

Note: Not requested, but this came about because I went to the pool today and then went straight to work and I felt that sleepy feeling you get after spending time in the sun. Its a special and specific kind of sleepy. I don’t know how else to describe it, but it’s nice. It made me want to take a nap with Shawn.


The cool air of your hotel room hits you as soon as you swing open the door. You had turned the air conditioner on high before you left because you knew it would be hot outside, but a shiver runs down your spine as the blast of cool air hits you without warning. You head straight for your bathroom to take a shower, dropping your wet towel on the bathroom floor before removing your black bikini and getting under the warm stream of water.

When you get out of the shower, you feel exhaustion hit you. You had just spent the last four hours lounging by the pool, and the sun takes a lot out of you. It’s one in the afternoon, a perfect time for a nap. There is something about afternoon naps after mornings spent in the sun. They’re magical, and they have a certain feel to them.

Exiting the bathroom, you hear the television on in the hotel room, and a smile spreads across your face knowing that your boyfriend has returned. He was gone doing press all morning. You offered to go with him, but he insisted you stay back and enjoy the resort. You were in Florida after all.

Shawn is seated at the edge of the bed, watching the hockey game on the tv. When he sees you, he smiles and says “Hey baby,”

“Hey hun, how was work?” You question as you crawl onto the bed behind him, which immediately prompts him to move so he’s lying next to you. 

“Good, nothing special.” You cuddle closer into his side as his arm automatically wraps around you, and he asks, “You tired?” To which you only sleepily nod in response. “Didn’t you just sit at the pool all morning?” He questions, purposely giving you a hard time, but you know he’s joking and doesn’t mean it in a mean way.

“Yeah, but the sun makes me sleeeeepy.” You drag out the last word before hiding your face in his t-shirt. The afternoon sun is shining into the hotel room, and the exhaustion you feel is a good kind of exhaustion. Shawn has a show in a couple of hours, but neither of you have anything planned until then. “Take a nap with me?” You ask Shawn.

“You’re literally the cutest person ever.” He tells you smiling down at you.

Your eyes flutter closed, and you’re too tired to respond to his statement. You feel his lips press lightly against your forehead before he moves slightly to get more comfortable. And in his arms you fall asleep listening to the sound of his steady breathing.

Originally posted by lunaticdisposition

newbie - peter parker

word count: 700+
warnings: light swearing
prompt: peter parker imagine where the reader is new to midtown high and she bumps into peter in the hallway / she’s speechless bc he’s cute and pure via: @crybabycth
notes: uhhhhh I kinda wanna do a part two if anyone is down for that :~)

you were- well, you were very scared.

it wasn’t uncommon for your family to move around, in the past ten years you’d lived in seven different cities, but this time was different. your family had moved to the other side of the country, (queens, to be exact) and you didn’t know a single damn person.

not knowing anyone wasn’t so bad for the first two days; your family arrived on friday which gave you two days to settle before it was off to midtown, school of science and technology. you spent the entirety of those two days unpacking, sleeping, and binge watching episodes of buzzfeed unsolved. sometimes leaving your room to eat.

fast forward to monday, and you’ve already made it through your first period class, chemistry, and it was time to go to spanish. being the horribly unprepared student you were, you’d forgotten your spanish textbook in your locker, and currently you were speed walking to make it on time.

you round a corner and skid on your heels the best you can, but you can’t manage to stop yourself before colliding into a warm body and falling back against the floor. “i-” you start, gathering up your textbook and journal, clutching them to your chest before looking up.

you come face to face with an absolute angel.

there’s a boy standing at your feet with warm brown eyes and a dazzling smile, his eyes apologetic as he offers his hand to you. “i, uh- i’m sorry about that. i was in a rush.”

you blink rapidly before your brain catches up and you grab his hand, letting him help you back to your feet. a tinge shoots through your hand at his touch and you wished this wasn’t as cliche as it felt. “i-” you start again and finally tear your eyes away from him, chewing on your bottom lip. “i-i, uh, i uh, was too. in a hurry, i mean.” you flicker your gaze back to him and flush under his soft stare.

he hums and nods slowly, offering you a gentle smile, his eyes crinkling with the force of it. your heart rabbits slightly in your chest and you do your best not to appear as flustered as you are. “where were you headed?” he asks, and if you didn’t know any better you’d say he may be equally as nervous.

“the, uh-” you pause, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear in a nervous habit, your eyes flickering from your feet back up to the mystery boy repeatedly. “th-the spanish, um, classroom.” you realize how dumb you sound and add, “well, one of them.”

the boy laughs and it eases the tension you feel inside you, your eyes managing to stay on him. “me too,” he says, and then he blushes softly, the tips of his ears turning pink. “im peter, by the way. peter parker.”

“y/n,” you reply, adorning a smile for the first time in the conversation, trying to keep your nerves at bay. he was so fucking pretty. “y/l/n.”

peter nods softly and tilts his head towards the end of the hall, jerking his thumb in the direction. “can i walk you to class?” he asks and you feel your heart fall to your ass.

was he serious?

oh god what were you going to say.

no time, the bell is going to ring soon. “yeahs,” you say, and your face scrunches up the second you say it. “i- i uh, was trying to say yeah and yes but i- i just mixed them up.” you explain as the two of you start to walk side by side. you nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as peter laughs softly at your demeanor.

“i like it.” he says, looking you over and making a warmth radiate throughout your body. he’d gotten a burst of confidence and you wished you could relate.

a silent two minutes was shared between the two of you, and it was somehow comfortable. it turns out you were going to the same spanish class, and upon realizing it, peter grins. “guess we’re classmates.”

“guess we are.”


Warnings: Oops, I angst-ed

Gif source:  Here

Imagine telling Daryl that you’re pregnant with his child.

——— Request for anon ———

“How are we supposed to raise a kid in this? Rick, well, he’s Rick, but me? I ain’t no father,” Daryl worries, voice raising as you realize all the fears you’d had when you first figured out you were pregnant were being mirrored back to you from the man you loved. He was just as scared as you were about this, though his came through more in anger than the silence yours had.

You move closer to him, stopping his pacing when he notices your movement and, wordlessly, you wrap your arms around him.

His last fear is strangled, muffled by your skin as he buries his face in your neck and holds you back, “This world ain’t kind to good things.”

omg @grannyweatherwax-nz yes!! Or even younger Little Toddler Philip who can’t even write yet but he wants to be just like his pops so he scribbles non-words into a little notebook he found and he shows them to Eliza and tells her to read what he wrote to him, so she just makes up stories and he nods along with a serious face


ShieldShock Imagine/Image Set- Steve and Darcy bond over both their shared love of reading AND the fact that other people find it surprising.  

People assume that Captain America is more brawn than brain just like they assume that a cute girl with a fantastic figure is a silly bubble head.

Wanna One as romcom cliches

Seongwoo: drunk confession

  • you two have been friends since like elementary school and now you’re in college already where does the time go
  • so when you guys successfully get through your final exams, seongwoo suggests going out for celebratory drinks
  • and ofc who are you to turn down free drinks
  • so the two of you go to the club because the only thing better than getting drunk after exams is getting drunk and dancing after exams
  • all of your other friends aren’t done exams yet so they all turn down your invitation to go
  • but that’s fine bc drunk ong is a hoot and a holler
  • so there you are looking all cute or whateva
  • confidence level is ^^^^ bc ure in your favourite outfit
  • ong offers to get you two more drinks while you stay at the booth
  • while ong is gone this guy comes outta nowhere like “hey baby”
  • and you kinda roll your eyes bc 1) he’s totally not cute and 2) “hey baby” had to be the single most corny pick up line anyone has ever tried on you
  • so you kinda just smile at the guy and say that you aren’t interested
  • but the music is kinda loud and he’s kinda obnoxious so he slides into the booth beside you like “what’s that? I didn’t hear what you said, babe”
  • you roll your eyes again but then you feel his arm slide around your waist to pull you closer and you can’t help the shiver that racks through your body
  • you lean in to shout above the volume of the music that you really aren’t interested
  • but before you can the guy is pulled out of the booth and there’s a hand around your wrist that’s more or less dragging you out of the club
  • finally ong whips around to face you like “are you fucking stupid?!”
  • and your jaw just drops bc oh no did you really just use that tone of voice with me uh uh honey
  • “are you crazy? what the hell are you doing?” you yell back
  • “what do you mean what was I doing? what were you doing getting all cozy with a stranger!? I turn my back for two seconds and you’re off getting into trouble!”
  • you put your hand up to stop him and you’re like “uhm?? I was saying no???”
  • “well it didn’t look like it” ong bites back
  • “he couldn’t hear me over the music and why do I even have to explain myself to you! stop butting in, sir, this is why boys don’t talk to me! you’re always doing this!” you cant believe how he’s acting right now
  • you see exasperation flare up in ong’s eyes “you don’t need a boyfriend! I’ve been here all along!”
  • cue taylor swift’s you belong with me
  • and you’re like oh fuck oh shit abort abort “ong, dude, you’re drunk and you don’t know what you’re saying”
  • your heart is pounding right now because what if this makes everything weird and you can’t be friends anymore “don’t just say things like that so casually”
  • it’s not really that you’re worried about not being able to be friends later so much as it is you’re worried you won’t be able to not cry
  • hearing ong casually imply that he could be your boyfriend breaks your heart bc you’ve always been into him since the time in middle school when he kicked this boy in your class who called you ugly and made you cry
  • suddenly, he sobers up like “I’m not joking, I know this could ruin our friendship but I’ve never thought of you as just a friend and I don’t want you to see me like that either anymore”
  • you’re flabbergasted
  • he liked me this whole time??
  • and you’re like “I never did!”
  • seongwoo gets this look after you say that and you notice his eyes shift from your eyes to your lips
  • before you realize it he’s kissing you
  • you kinda just melt because you’ve been waiting for this for so long
  • when you both pull apart you look at each other before both going “holy shit”
  • the next day you guys are awkward as hell and lowkey avoiding each other
  • but then this girl comes up to ong to flirt all coy
  • and you’re like “bITCH DONT EVEN HE’S MINE”
  • and that’s how you ended up dating
  • needless to say your friends were shook when they finished their exams

2/11 (the rest will be up soon!) Jisung | Sungwoon | Minhyun | Seongwoo | Jaehwan | Daniel | Jihoon | Woojin | Jinyoung | Daewhi | Guanlin

It’s summer time in Riverdale and the annual town carnival is here. Betty and Jughead go on tons of rides together and Jughead tries to win Betty a stuffed toy but fails. He’s a little embarrassed but she finds it cute. They share a funnel cake and spend the entire day together hand in hand. The day is now coming to an end and the sun is setting.

“I’m exhuasted” Betty sighs as she sits down on a wooden bench. “I can’t believe we rode every. single. ride!” Her eyes go wide as she says this.

Jughead smiles down at Betty. “Well… not every ride.”

“What do you mean?”

Jughead points towards the ferris wheel and Betty beams. “Come on,” he says as he takes her hand. “Let’s go.”


They wait in line for their turn and in no time they’re on the ferris wheel and their booth is at the very top. It’s now completely dark outside, nothing but the summer air and bright carnival lights that shine onto the summer sky.

“It’s beautiful” Betty smiles as she looks out into the sky. She can’t believe how amazing the view is.

“Yeah. Beautiful.” Jughead replies. But he isn’t looking at the sky.

He’s looking at Betty.

Wanna One as romcom cliches

Minhyun: fake dating

  • agrees to date you so that you don’t look like a total loser when you accidentally run into your ex and his new s/o in that really popular cafe that literally everyone frequents
  • for some reason your ex ends up popping up everywhere after that and as much as Minhyun would love to help you, he realizes that he may or may not be falling in love with you and can’t take just being your fake boyfriend anymore
  • distances himself from you because he doesn’t know how to just come out and say he can’t “date” you without exposing his feelings
  • does nothing but nod when you get mad and yell at him for making you look like a fool in front of your ex smh nice guy minhyun sighs
  • accepts you back after you cool off like it was nothing
  • protests you meeting your ex to talk right after he breaks up with his s/o
  • cant explain why so he lets you go in the end
  • you get back with your ex and minhyun just keeps his distance and watches passively from the sideline
  • until your ex decided to throw you away again
  • so when you show up at minhyun’s place all misty eyed and crestfallen he can’t just sit idly
  • so he sits you down on his sofa, turns on your favourite movie, gives you a pint of ice cream and leaves
  • yes leaves
  • and you’re like “!!! um hello sir where are you going”
  • and he just tells you to eat your ice cream and cry if you need to
  • and he comes back later with a bruise on his cheek the size of, well, a fist
  • and you’re like “did you just go fight him oh my god”
  • and he was like “i wasnt going to, i was just gonna go tell him off, but when he opened the door there was someone with him and i just–”
  • your face kinda drops when you hear that there was someone else w your ex already “oh…”
  • minhyun keeps going despite your expression, “i couldn’t let him do that to you, you’re sugar and spice and paprika and vinegar and–”
  • you can’t help but laugh at the idiot
  • “vinegar? really?”
  • “it’s a good cleaning agent!”
  • “anyways, what im trying to say is that you’re so amazing and you deserve nothing less than perfection”
  • you scoff at him at this point
  • “im serious, you deserve to be with a guy who knows your favourite movie, who has ice cream on hand for whenever you’re down, who listens to all of your problems; even if they’re about other guys, and still loves you anyways”
  • at this point you kind of put 2 and 2 together, “minhyun, are you–”
  • “dont say it! because if you say it then i wont be able to pretend like it never happened. i’m not the type of guy to swoop in and try and pick up someone who just had their heart broken yenno” nice guy minhyun im sobbing
  • your heart is racing because why didn’t i ever notice he liked me??
  • minhyun notices your internal struggle, “okay, no more of this, let’s just watch the movie”
  • he grabs a blanket and tucks you all in nice and cozy
  • and you’re like !!! bc he’s so attentive
  • you didn’t even notice you were cold bc of the ice cream
  • but he did
  • bc he’s always noticed everything that had to do with you
  • he casually slings his arm around you and pulls you in so you’re resting on his shoulder
  • you’re blushing like crazy
  • minhyun just chuckles and shakes his head at you “you can calm down, im not some wild animal that’s gonna pounce on you at any second, just relax”
  • you’re lowkey disapponted oops
  • it isn’t long before you drift off to sleep and when you do minhyun releases the breath he’s been holding
  • he takes the forgotten ice cream container away and stops the movie
  • he picks you up and carries you to his room to let you sleep on his bed instead of the lumpy couch
  • he smiles at how cute you are all wrapped up in his blanket
  • “you’re going to be the death of me”

1/11 (the rest will be up soon!) Jisung | Sungwoon | Minhyun | Seongwoo | Jaehwan | Daniel | Jihoon | Woojin | Jinyoung | Daewhi | Guanlin

anonymous asked:

Omg can you do poly!Ranskahov where the brothers are fighting & not talking to each other and their s.o. is on the middle ground? You're the one who made me Ranskahov trash tbh I love it

“I just don’t understand why you won’t listen to me, brother.” Anatoly sighs, running a hand through his hair.

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Can we just take a second and imagine:

Stranger things comic con panel with Dacre, Joe, Natalia and Charlie. Where Joe and Dacre have the hots for each other but never really thought about it so it was kinda obvious whenever one another would look a bit too long at each other and glance at each others lips. Often. They would play push eachother when they told a joke or were about to spoil something. When questions come along asking how it is to work with one another Joe and Dacre both go on a little too long about how much they are talented and fun to work with/ be around. After the panel they are walking down the hallways of the hotel (a little too close) and suggest that they all go to Dacres room to hang out until it got later. While in the room everyone was extremely bored scrolling through their phones and slightly paying attention to the reruns on the tv until Natalia suggests they all do something, like a game. Truth or dare? With everyone being a pretty competitive person they all started to dare eachother to eat nasty combinations of whatever food was in the hotel room, impersonations and silly prank calls. Until it was Charlie’s turn to dare Dacre to do something, it took him sometime to think about something to dare him and when he though of something he looked up raises an eyebrow and dares Dacre to make out with joe for 30 seconds. Dacre was suprised raising his eyebrows and looking over at Joe to get a awnser out of him wether or not he was down to do something like that. Joe says something along the lines of “Yeah right like he could last that long” with that Dacre smirked and leaned in to close the gap between them starting to kiss. They were both timid at first but they both started relaxing and fully making out. No one set up a timer to tell when they would be done, they just assumed Charlie and Natalia would tell them when they were done with the dare. They both were very sure that it was way past 30 seconds maybe even past a couple minutes. Nether of them could keep the sense of time. They both break the kiss and look over to where Natalia and Charlie were sitting to see that they both showed themselves out. Neither Joe or Dacre realized or even heard them get up and leave but honestly neither of them seemed to care. They both looked back at eachother hesitantly. Who knows who was the first to break and close the gap between the two of them but they quickly were back to what they were doing…. 😉


a series of unlikely crossovers

leaving a glistening trail on calum’s caramel skin as your tongue traced the hills and hollows of his muscly body and he’d moan out softly while whispering your name as your teasing tongue tickled across the sensitive skin between his thighs. you’d shush him with sly smirk as you wordlessly reminded him that he had to be quiet as his bandmates were asleep in the surrounding bunks and then you’d slither your tongue across his hard length and relish in his taste as you took him in your mouth. his hands would grip on tightly to the thin sheets beneath his body as you hummed softly while sucking him off and his teeth would dig into his lip as he threw his head back in euphoric pleasure. his breaths would get louder as they got quicker and you’d stop for a moment to quietly whisper “baby if you can’t be quiet i can’t let you finish” and calum would moan silently in despair as his eyes begged for you to continue. you’d softly murmur “good boy” with a small smile before kissing his cock and getting back to work. calum would fight to stay quiet as you teased and pleased and licked and kissed before finally he’d quietly grunt “babe fuck i’m gonna -” only to get cut off by the high of his long awaited release and you’d look into his eyes as you swallowed every last drop of his delicious juices before licking your lips with a satisfied smirk and crawling against his side and into his cozy arms. “i love you so fucking much” calum would whisper as he kissed your hair and pulled you closer before both of you blissfully would doze off while your happy hearts beat in sync and your breaths became one.