#babe 🫶🏻

[coff33andb00ks]

hello viv, the best viv of all the viv ily🥇🫶🏻

54+LH44🤭

my babe my darling loml 🫶🏻

warnings: body insecurities

driver + number = drabble <3

"Ugh!"

Lewis glances up at the sound of your frustrated groan and lets out a sigh, sinking back against the pillows while you continue rummaging through your closet. "Get comfy, Roscoe, mum's gonna be a while."

Roscoe whines and flops dramatically next to Lewis.

"It's not funny, I have nothing to wear," you sigh, hands on your hips as you survey your clothes.

Lewis hums. "Be honest."

You wrinkle your nose. "I'm being honest. Nothing to wear."

"All that stuff from Dior last week is just... Decoration?" Lewis asks. There's a grunt and you hear his bare feet on the floor. "Baby?"

"I'm bloated and nothing fits right," you mumble, glancing up to see him framed in the doorway. He still takes your breath away when you see him, and you hope he always will. You're not quite as bad as when you first met, when you were so struck by his beauty your mouth had flapped like a fish for five minutes and the only thing you'd been able to say was a high-pitched hello while your face turned crimson. Smiling faintly at the memory - because, somehow, he'd been interested enough to seek you out to talk more later - you turned back to the clothes. "I'm so not a fashion girlie, I don't even know why I still try."

"Wear whatever you want." It's not condescending or him giving up. He truly means it and you know he doesn't care what you put on. Your first "date" had been him in sweats and a t-shirt and you in leggings and a hoodie, eating takeout in the Mercedes motorhome after a race.

"I just want to look good for you." You sigh, picking through the pile of high end fashion items you'd discarded.

"You always look–"

"I want people to think I'm worthy of being on your arm." The words slip out and you immediately regret them, because you already know what he's going to say.

"Who the fuck cares what people think?"

That's new.

"The only two people whose opinions matter are right here, baby," he says softly.

"I know." And you do. But sometimes–

"C'mere," he murmurs, holding out his arms.

You want to say no. To be sullen and sulk. But you're walking over already, tucking your arms around his waist, your body slotting against his as he wraps you in his embrace.

"This?" he whispers. "This fits perfectly."

"It does," you agree.

"It's all I care about when it comes to you."

"Gonna make me cry, Lew."

He chuckles, kissing your forehead. "Get some clothes on, baby."

"This fits perfectly."

[starlightoru-gojo]

Going into 2025 with the same boy I fell in love in 2020

Look at that silly face that I love the most 🥺

[coff33andb00ks]

BAAAABBBEEE!!!!!! 🥹🥹🥹

Ohhhhh this is so amazingly beautiful!!! So lovely and romantic I'm just

His hand began to roam, fingertips tracing delicate patterns along her spine, drawing soft shivers from her.

This. This made me melt. I love the idea that even in his sleep he's got to touch her. Just AAAGGHHH

Moments Between Us- Lando Norris

A/N: Hii guys, this is my first ever experience with writing, hope you enjoy 🤗

The soft glow of the early morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the bedroom. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she felt the comforting weight of Lando’s arm draped around her waist. The familiar scent of him—fresh and warm—filled her senses, and she couldn’t help but blush.

She turned slowly to face him, careful not to wake him. His face was peaceful in sleep. For a few moments, she just watched him, amazed by how lucky she felt to be here, wrapped in this quiet, shared moment.

Lando’s breath was slow and steady, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. She snuggled closer, tucking herself into his warmth, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her hand. She pressed her lips to his bare shoulder, the touch lingering as she savored the warmth and the closeness.

As if sensing her movement, Lando stirred slightly, his arm tightening around her in a sleepy embrace. His hand began to roam, fingertips tracing delicate patterns along her spine, drawing soft shivers from her. Slowly, he woke, his eyes opening to meet hers with a gaze filled with affection and something deeper—a quiet, simmering desire that matched her own.

Good morning, he murmured, his voice thick with sleep, but there was a playful note beneath it. His hand found its way beneath her nightgown, brushing over her skin, the touch light but purposeful.

Her breath hitched, her own hands exploring the familiar lines of his body. “Good morning my love, she whispered back, her voice soft but carrying a hint of anticipation. She leaned in, their lips meeting in a slow, deliberate kiss that deepened as the moments passed. The kiss grew more heated, more insistent, as if they were savoring every second, every touch.

Lando shifted, rolling her onto her back, his body pressing against hers. Their movements were slow, unhurried, each touch deliberate, exploring, cherishing. The thin fabric between them felt like nothing, their warmth blending as they moved together. There was a comfort in the intimacy, a quiet understanding that this was where they belonged—in each other’s arms, sharing these stolen moments of passion before the day truly began.

I love you, Lando whispered, his lips brushing her ear as he moved against her, his voice low and filled with sincerity, yet thick with desire.

His lover heart’s swelled, her fingers threading through his hair as she held him close. I love you too, she breathed, her voice barely more than a sigh. Her body responded to his, their connection deepening with every heartbeat.

They lost themselves in each other, the morning stretching out around them in a haze of warmth and whispered promises. The world outside ceased to exist, replaced by the simple, profound pleasure of being together, of sharing something intimate and pure.

As the sun continued to rise, its light bathing them in a soft glow, they remained wrapped in each other, content to let the morning linger as long as it could. They knew that soon, the demands of the day would pull them apart, but for now, this was enough—more than enough.

[namtan]

LOVE SEA | EP 2

[anthony-crowleys-left-nut]

[beloveds-embrace]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOONNNAAAA

HOUSE-TRAINED SIMON RILEY IM HECKING FERAL ON THE MAIN OH MY GOD

Reader being the woman of the house and the boys are just the house husbands, could you imagine if reader had a little hobby farm? “Sweetie can you go get the eggs?” All four of them will rise to go fetch them.

“Wilma needs to be milked, Kyle you look like you have kind hands, she’s a bit sensitive.”

“Captain can you herd the sheep in?”

“No, Johnny you cannot try to ride Hamilton” (Hammie’s a pig)

“Simon, love, whiskers is in a tree again.”

They would all take it in stride 😭

Stay happy and healthy! Don’t forget to hydrate!

See the thing is, they’d love it. They do, they absolutely do; they like having their hands full. Sure, being away from the military means their lives are safe and they can rest but they are just so used to constantly working that being empty-handed simply isn’t for them.

So to be commanded around by you? They love it. They are helping you, and their hands are kept busy, so it’s perfect for them. Also the farm life is quite nice… if Whiskers the cat stops yowling at them whenever he thinks they are taking up too much of your attention and affection lol

[daintyytulip]

🍎

[savingsallow]

— what got val smiling like that?

[coff33andb00ks]

Lando and green mood board pretty plz🥹

[zhouxiangs]

[honeys-marmalade]

[ssaemilyhotchner]

every October 12th I think about how we’re supposed to believe that the team would have forgotten Reid’s birthday in 7x11 when it is also literally Emily’s

like, the implication is either that they celebrated Emily and didn’t remember she and Reid are bday buddies; or that even after Emily reminded the team of Reid's bday and organized his belated bday celebration in the conference room, no one remembered that they’d also missed hers

considering the latter option makes me particularly emo since Reid's 30th would also have been Emily‘s first birthday after having come back from the dead in March

yes realistically I understand this is just another example of continuity errors on the show

but still

[the-blinkie-guy]

𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕀𝕖𝕣𝕠 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕜𝕫!!

[nattawinlove-andmygaytea]

I'm so sad that I have to say goodbye to these characters and to the actors working together... but It's a Miracle and a joy that I had the opportunity to witness it.✨

strawberry cakes forever 🍰❤

Kiseki: dear to me 2023

[huellitaa]

summertime shoppingㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ 💭 🎀 ☀️

[whorejolras]

ignoring the usual characters ("sold yourself") i am always saying deadass sex worker enjolras is realer than you think because of this reason. if he's been cut off by his rich parents and wants to dedicate as much time as possible to the cause, then he's sex working.

if you guys knew how many real world grassroots social and political movements were and currently are majority funded by sex workers, either donating their money or their time, both of which is paid for by doing sex work.