#soft babies

[aliearte]

My sleepless nights are better with you…💗

[akay19]

HOORAY FOR LOVER ERA. lil prompt: stars? (:

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hope you like it <3

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“Holy shit,” Bradley says with awe, “you really can see the stars so clearly.”

“Told ya,” Jake says with a small smile, eyes drifting to Bradley’s face instead of the sky. He’ll never admit it out loud, but that smile right there? He’d do just about anything to keep it.

They’re lying on top of Jake’s old truck, stargazing, which sounds extremely teenage, sure. But they’re in love.

So if they’re in their thirties, stretched out on warm metal like high schoolers, then… whatever.

“This one’s called Sirius,” Jake says, pointing. “Brightest star out here.” He glances back at Bradley, still smiling. “I always try to find it when I’m not home.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Jake leans in, pressing a soft kiss to Bradley’s shoulder, letting his head rest there. “Reminds me of home.”

Bradley’s smile turns gentle. He kisses Jake’s hair, slow and fond.

—

Bradley pulls his shirt off the moment he gets home.

“Well, hello to you too, darling,” Jake says, amused, already tugging his own shirt over his head. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“What are you doing?” Bradley asks.

“…Are we not about to have sex?”

Bradley laughs. “No.”

“You are giving extremely mixed signals, baby,” Jake says, but he lets Bradley climb into his lap anyway, hands settling automatically on his waist.

“Look,” Bradley says.

“Oh, I am looking,” Jake murmurs, eyes dipping over Bradley’s chest and abs.

Bradley rolls his eyes, takes Jake’s face in his hands, and turns his head slightly. “Look.”

Jake stills.

There’s a small star on Bradley’s shoulder. Covered with clear filma and underneath it, coordinates.

Jake swallows. “Is that…?”

“Yeah,” Bradley breathes. “It’s your home in Texas, the coordinates. And the star… you said it made you think of home, so I thought—”

Jake kisses him.

Soft at first. Then deeper. Like his chest can’t hold everything he’s feeling.

And somewhere in that moment, Jake realizes—

home isn’t a place.

It’s a person.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[zoennes]

[jamsessionfun]

Soft. Are they maybe a tiny bit cooked on some edibles ?

[chiosblog]

Morning cuddles💛☕

(some sketches for my bkdk racer au, even if they're not strictly related to it)

[foreverrose4]

This piece is for the "Singing" prompt 💖 @doctorrosebingo

Tentoo and Rose share a moment alone together one evening... He brings out an old music box, hoping to hear Rose sing. As the soft melody swills around them, he hears his beloved's voice ...softly weaving through the notes...

"....Give your heart and soul to me

And life will always be

La vie en Rose"