You roll out of the bed that you share with Harry in his shirt. The memories of last night are still groggy from all the mind bending chemicals. Walking into the living room, you see him on the couch, messing around with his phone. "Good morning!" You chimed. "Morning, love." He replies without looking up. You walk in front of the couch to where your dogs are sleeping. Bending over to pick up one of their toys, you hear Harry catch his breath. You turn around to see him wide eyed, blushing and fixing his lower region a bit on the sofa. "Uh, Y/N, are you aware that you’re not wearing any pants…" He pointed out "Yeah, so?" You ask him. You two lived together for crying out loud and after last night, he's seen more than that. "And… Uh…" He started to mutter. "I kinda uh." He was tripping over his words and that's when you realize what he’s trying to say. He’s turned on.
It’s a normal day, you’re over at Niall's house watching tv in his room and drinking a little. ”Y/N, I’m boooooooooooored.” He says, flopping across your lap, his head landing in between your legs, using them as a pillow. You sigh and start running your fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and his lips parted ever so slightly, enjoying your pampering. You absentmindedly let your fingers trail down his neck to his collar bones. Over the television, you hear him sigh lightly before he jolts upright. “AHH! Y/N! Stop!” He snapped, sitting up. "What?" You questioned, worried you did something wrong. "I-I-" Niall blushes, the color rapidly gaining in his faire cheeks. You get the gist and slowly lean over and kiss him gently on the cheek before getting up and walking out of his room. Before you shut the door, you turn to see him staring at you with his jaw open. He’s turned on and you didn't know what to do about it.
You two are cuddled together, Zayn fast asleep holding you. You listen to his heartbeat, the steady rhythm calming you, almost putting you in a trance. You trace hearts over his tattoos, finding that to be the only thing to do. You watch as his eyelids flutter open, a small smile playing over his feature. "Babe, what are you doing?" He asks, disoriented from sleep. You prop yourself up and place your hand on his chest. Leaning up, you kiss him slowly. You pull back and he tries to follow you. Cuddling against him again, you hook one finger in the waistband of his boxers, your other hand tracing light circles on his chest. You feel him tense beside you, finally realizing what’s happening. Finally after all this time, you turned him on
You see him sitting with his laptop in his lap. Walking over, you lean up against him. You kiss him on the cheek to greet him after the few days you spent apart. "Hey, babes." He says to you. You say nothing as you put your head in crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of his cologne. One of your hands is resting on his heart, the other is just sitting in his lap. After watching him continuously scroll through his twitter feed your hands start to wonder. First you played with a button on his shirt, the only thing that could possibly amuse you at the moment. Then you move your hands to his sweats and start twirling the string between your hands. You untied it slowly and then continued playing with it. You slowly blink your eyes a few times before you hear the breath catch in his throat. You pull back and look at his face. You can read it all in his eyes and the new placement of his hands; you turned him on.
You pad into the kitchen of your apartment. You see your boyfriend Louis standing over the stove making you a surprise grilled cheese. "I must have died and went to heaven! Grilled cheese AND an angel?" You tease. He smiles over at you, admiring your appreciation for his subtle act of kindness. "Hello beautiful." He greets as you walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, slipping your hands up the hem of his shirt. Your cold fingers meet his hot skin and he gasps a little bit. "Y/N, your hands are like ice!" He commented as you felt the goose bumps form. "Yeah, but they are warming up now, because of youuuu." You whisper-sing to him. You lean your head against his back, listening to him hum a song with a sweet little melody. You start to sway and he follows. You slipped one hand into his front pocket, you move your other to massage a knot in his back. You start to massage it and he turned around. "Uh, Lou?" You asked as he pulled my hand from his pocket. "You can't be doing that and not expect to turn me on!"
title: honeysuckle lazy ship: liam payne/zayn malik warnings/tags: alpha/beta/omega dynamics, bottom!zayn, sexual content, language summary: there’s the trouble of liam being away from kiya for the first time, to zayn not planning a successful night out (until he does), and then on top of that, there’s the fact that there’s some stuff that neither of them had intended on admitting. but either way, it’s for the good of their relationship; really, it is. notes: i’m finally fulfilling this request, lol. this is full of fluff, ziam as parents, and zayn showing liam that he doesn’t have to be an alpha in order to fuck him. this is also the fourth part to vanilla sweet, always love, and sugar rush. (and i should probably add how this is a mildly unrealistic depiction of sex, but this is an a/b/o universe, and that’s already impractical, so).
This season on Once Upon A Time: everyone gets to come back! Ruby! Mulan! Victor! Here are your invitations, welcome back!
Lancelot! Liam! Cora! What’s that? You’re dead? So what? Invitations for you and you and you!
Hook, you might die again but that’s okay, come on back anyway! Wouldn’t be the same without you!
Come one, come all! Everyone gets to come back!
… what’s that? Neal who? Oh. Uhm. No, sorry… no invitation for any Neal or Baelfire here… You’re, well, you’re dead. Kind of awkward actually, no one seems to have— well, look on the bright side, you’re still just as important as you ever were, really, right? Eh? Uhm…