#weekend of fluff

[livwritessometimes]

Starboy - Lando Norris

: Lando Norris x girlfriend!reader

: Y/N and Lando celebrate his first win

: author’s note: I just couldn’t help myself! I had to write about Lando’s win 🏆 enjoy <3

: Masterlist

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-> omggg yesss need a lando P1 🏆

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-> 🧡

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(No body talk to me right now! I feel like my heart will fall out of my ass)

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-> YESS LANDOOO IF HE WINS ILL SHAVE MY HEAD 🪒👩🏻‍🦲

Yourname: girl wha- 😭😭 understandable ✊🏻

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-> I’m gonna name my future child Lando Miami! Now I just need to get pregnant

Yourname: I-😃

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-> so proud of you baby 🧡

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👤: mclaren

landonorris: We Did It 🏆

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mclaren: LET’S GO LANDOOOO

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Yourname: AHHHHHHHHH IM SO PROUD OF YOU 🫂🫂🫂🫂

-> landonorris: your support means everything 🧡🧡

-> Yourname: baby 🥺🥺 (also you have a lot of weird fans)

-> landonorris: It’s okay baby ik just look the other way 😌

maxverstappen1: Tonight we celebrate like champions!!

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-> landonorris: you know it mate

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👤: landonorris, mclaren

Yourname: Lando Nowins sorry don’t know him! So Proud of you my Papaya Boy 🧡

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User52: Yesss queen tell them haters off 💅🏻

landonorris: Love you sweetheart 💕

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mclaren: Yess let’s goooo 🏆 (don’t tell anyone but y/n was 🤏🏻 close to pulling a toto wolff 2021 at the garage today! It’s ok our headphones are safe 🤭)

-> Yourname: admin this was supposed to be a secret 🙂🙂

-> User57: hahahah not the admin outing y/n

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Wagupdates: Lando Norris and Y/n L/n were seen leaving the stadium today. Fans claim the two were very touchy as they made their way towards their car.

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-> 🖤🍷

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landonorris: You talking ‘bout me, I don’t see the shade 🕶️

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Yourname: 💋🙌🏻

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User71: omggg that’s so cute they’re having date night before celebrating his win 🥹🥹

User03: ok I can see where your hands are Lando 👀 you’re not fooling anyone

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Yourname: My back arched like a cat, my position couldn’t stop you were hitting it 🐈‍⬛

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landonorris: star girl ♣️

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kellypiquet: gorgeous gorgeous girl 💫

-> Yourname: umm have you seen yourself in the mirror 🙇🏻‍♀️

maxverstappen1: there are children here 😃

-> Yourname: let them also learn 🤟🏻😌

-> maxverstappen1: i-🫠

francisca.cgomes: Mother 🥵

-> Yourname: Kikaaaaaa 🫂🤭

-> francisca.cgomes: ahhh can’t wait to meet you 💕

-> landonorris: but she’s mine for another hour so back off 😚

-> francisca.cgomes: damn Norris take your time 🕰️🫡

User50: not Lando having a beef with Kika over y/n 😭😭

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👤: Yourname, maxfewtrell, maxverstappen1, pierregasly

landonorris: A hundred on the dash, get me close to God. We don't pray for love, we just pray for cars 🏎️

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User02: Ohh wait till y/n sees the caption!

Yourname: hmm ok then

-> landonorris: baby just using the lyrics! nothing else <3

-> Yourname: You better pray for love tonight...who knows if you'll get it or not 👀

-> landonorris: Yes ma'am 🫡

danielricciardo: It was my fault I opened Instagram! should’ve just jumped off a cliff 🙂

-> charles_leclerc: +1

-> maxverstappen1: +1

-> maxfewtrell: +1

-> oscarpiastri: +1

-> georgerussell63: +1

-> lewishamilton: +1

-> fernandoalo_oficial: +1

-> carlossainz55: +1

-> alex_albon: +1

-> pierregasly: +1

-> landonorris: HATERS! each and every single one of you!! 🫵🏻

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👤: landonorris, kellypiquet, francisca.cgomes

Yourname: Dance the night away, grab somebody, drink a little more 🥂

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landonorris: The only person who you should grab is ME! 😤

-> landonorris: wait that came out wrong

-> alex_albon: you think 😃

francisca.cgomes: Dance the night away 💃🏻

-> kellypiquet: live your life and stay young on the floor 🪩

-> Yourname: lalalalallallalalal 🎵

maxverstappen1: and that’s enough drinking for you ❌

-> Yourname: buzzkill 🐝

-> francisca.cgomes: +1

-> kellypiquet: +1

-> maxverstappen1: i- KELLY 🥲

-> landonorris: haha 🤣

-> maxverstappen1: oh you better watch your back Norris

-> landonorris: 😳

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F1newsupdates: Lando Norris and girlfriend, Y/n L/n, were caught by fans, who claimed things were getting quite serious in the backseat. This photo comes after the couple was seen celebrating Norris’s first win with friends and fellow drivers, including Verstappen and Gasly. Don’t know about you, but Lando Norris is definitely in for a good night!

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Yourname: 🫶🏻🤭

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landonorris: Can’t keep my hands to myself (I mean I could, but why would I want to 🤤)

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Yourname: 🙈🙈

-> Yourname: also he did Infact miss his flight!

-> landonorris: oops? 😅

-> mclaren: 🤦🏻‍♀️

francisca.cgomes: @/pierregasly how come you never paint my nails 🤔

-> pierregasly: Pulling out all the supplies right now!! 🫡

User72: not Pierre getting attacked out of the blue 😂😂

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Yourname: Little Lando Norris is not as little as you might think 😉

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danielricciardo: umm ya guys so I’m gonna do delete Instagram! It was fun while it lasted ✌🏻

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-> landonorris: HATERS! you guys just can’t see me happy ✋🏻😤

[nanamiscocksleeve]

#15 with Nanami, Gojo and Geto (TOGETHER) PLEASEEEEEEEE

HEHEHE YESSSSSS!!!!

There was only one rule. You weren't allowed to talk. And they were taking full advantage of it. Suguru's cock was down your throat, his eyes closed as he rocked in and out of you.

Kento was buried balls deep in your pussy, using you to his liking. Your clit, your poor inattended clit, kept pulsing, angry heat flowing through it as it engorged wth arousal. Your hips kept bucking over air as you tried to find something, anything, to rub against, to provide a little bit of friction to ease the tension.

"What're you doing kitten?' Satoru asks tauntingly, looking at you directly in the eyes. Your gaze flicks downwards, towards your thighs but he pretends to have not understood.

"I can't understand you. Can you repeat that?" Deep masculine laughs fill the room as you whimper against the cock in your mouth. Satoru comes over to you and grabs you by the ankles, spreading your legs apart even further, making Kento's thursts even deeper, fucking almost up to your cervix.

"Oh, what's this?" the white-haired man acts dumb and points to your hardened clit. "I wonder what this does?" He runs the pad of his index over it, snickering as you shriek, the noise muffled as Geto continues to fuck your throat.

"Ohh...I see." Satoru teasingly rubs the bud for a seconds, and does so just long enough for you start relaxing before stopping. An animalistic noise of need leaves you as you arch your hips towards him, begging to continue.

"Did that feel good?" he mocks. "Aw, poor baby, do you want me to take care of this for you?” He punctuates the 'this' by pressing a finger all the way down onto your clit, making you jerk, nearly choking on Suguru's cock. Suguru pulls out and shoots Satoru a withering look.

"You're fucking with my orgasm Satoru. Either finger the slut or don't. Make up your damn mind."

"She's gonna cum either way," Kento jeers as he bullies himself against your cervix, making you cry out, the sound freely echoing through the room now that your mouth was free. "I can feel her pussy clenching me each time."

"Were you always this noisy?" Satoru asks you.

"Why do you think we keep her mouth stuffed? Otherwise she moans like a bitch."

He stuff his cock back down your throat, your eyes watering as you take him.

"Smart," Satoru concedes. "Don't need the whole building hearing what a good time our free-use is having."

He starts on your clit again, and this time, you have no control, cumming almost immediately from the desperation. Satoru's blue eyes watch in fascination as the bud spasms repeatedly.

"Next time I want to hear how loud she gets."

Send me a prompt!

[designtheendless]

Lazy afternoon 💛

[ickie]

ICKIE'S MAY '24 BLURB WEEKEND !

pairing: lando norris x reader song: talking body - tove lo summary: jealous!lando & what he does to make you realize that maybe you are his. warnings: 18+, talks of sex n alcohol consumption ! nothing super dramatic <3 notes: requested for my blurb weekend ! kinda strayed away from the request but ... hey it is what it isssss ! wanna join in on my blurb weekend !? click/tap here to learn more !

when will smith said 'party in the city where the heat is on' he really wasn't lying. the humidity combined with the body heat inside of the club had your hair frizzing, as well as your thighs sticking uncomfortably together as you walked aimlessly bumping into people that clearly weren't paying attention to their surroundings.

lips wrapped around the straw to your drink - a paloma - your eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a familliar face. well, most of the faces you were seeing were familiar ones, but there was someone in particular that you were looking for.

if you had asked any of the drivers, they'd gladly divulge in the gossip that is yours and lando's relationship. you two weren't together - far from it, actually... the two of you were constantly at each others necks, always finding something to argue about. but, on nights where it seemed everyone was keen on going out and partying, the two of you were attatched at the hip, almost exclusively leaving with each other. but then the two of you would be back at your usual antics. it was confusing, but it was definitely something that kept everyone entertained.

your arm reached out, letting out a laugh as you almost fell. "i'm so sorry!" you smiled up at the stranger before steadying yourself. you didn't know this man, he was probably one of the many influencers or the uber rich and famous that always seemed to show up to the miami grand prix.

"totally my bad," he flashed a smile. he was american - definitely not any of the people that you knew. "let me make it up for you with a dance?" before you could really think about it, you were on the dance floor, his hands over your hips as the two of you swayed to the beat of the song that was blasting through the club speakers.

feeling a pair of eyes searing into you, you looked up and locked eyes with a familiar pair of green eyes. lando was staring you down, a heat laced in his eyes as he looked you and the male over, which only egged you on as a smirk graced your features. you began to lay it on with the male, maybe a little too heavy. his hands were feeling up your body, your hands over his seemingly showing him where you wanted them.

your antics continued until the song ended, walking away from the male before he could try anything else. you eyed lando, batting your eyelashes at him as you finally walked up to him. "what? are you jealous?" you mused, head tilted to the side.

"no." his answer was simple, his teeth biting at his bottom lip as his eyes shamelessly looked you up and down. "i know that the only person here that is good enough to make you leave with them is me. i don't have any reason to be jealous." the brit smileed smugly, taking a sip from his glass.

"i wouldn't be so sure about that... mister american over there definitely had some game... maybe i was making a mistake by trying with europeans..?" you took his glass from his hand, finishing off his drink. "come dance with me?"

there was something about lando's hands on you, feeling you up, that could always get you going. especially when he was seemingly feeling possesive over you - which was new. but it was different when he began to whisper into your ear, musing about the things that he wished he could be doing to you.

"this dress is so tiny... all it would take is me hiking it up to be able to fuck you right here. is that why you wore it?"

"bet you don't even have any panties on, you're such a slut for me, aren't you?"

"trying to make me jealous? it worked didn't it?"

your breath hitched when his lips met your neck, before he spun you around so you were facing him his hands resting on your ass. "we're leaving, yeah? i believe i have a win to celebrate, and if there's anyone i want to celebrate it with... it's you." he whispered into your ear before grabbing at your wrist and tugging you with him.

who were you to tell him no?

[moonlight-prose]

11 with Poe? 🥺 💞

𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

a/n: this prompt with poe is so soft and warm it's actually melting my heart. i'm a massive sucker for someone taking care of the person they love in such a simple way like this. it's short and more of a drabble, but i really enjoyed bringing some softness to this man. i always seem to put him in angsty situations, so he deserves this.

summary: "he was with you. the person he longed to be around. who’s smile made him smile, and who’s laugh made him laugh. rather than looking for a quick escape, he found himself hoping that the mission would take even longer."

word count: 1k+

pairing: poe dameron x reader

warnings: not explicit, soft poe, flirting, fluffiness, poe dameron being hopelessly head over heels.

Squinting against the bright light of the sun, you traversed your way through the field, trying to catch up to the group ahead. It was a simple mission. Head out to a planet, find whoever was willing to trade shitty x-wing parts for something far better, and get back before dinner. Really it was more a quick vacation than anything else—a chance to get away from the chaos that your lives had become.

Poe shifted, checking to see exactly where you both had ended up in the hour you’d been walking. It’s not that you were lost. You were simply exploring. Or at least…that’s how Poe put it. You however had been keeping track of the different paths you’d taken, making sure to mark on your map where exactly you had to backtrack to get where you needed.

He sighed for the tenth time, scrubbing a hand down his face, his brows pulling together with frustration. It was clear that getting back to base before dinner wasn’t a possibility. Which meant you would have to find a place here amidst the greenery and gorgeous landscape.

You didn’t mind the idea much. However you couldn’t necessarily say the same for Poe.

“So where exactly are we?” you asked, trying to comprehend the bits and pieces of the foreign language. Growing up in the galaxy meant you knew more than your fair share, but sometimes it was hard to learn it all.

“Who the fuck knows,” he muttered, turning to look at yet another green hill. It looked identical to the last five you passed.

“It’s getting late.”

He nodded. “Think we can make it back to the ship tonight?”

There was a possibility of that happening if you turned back now, but you could see the sun begin its descent into the horizon, the day coming quickly to a close. The planet was known for housing less than lethal life forms, which made the idea of camping outside that much more appealing. You slept in a tiny bunk back at the base. Barely enough room to stretch out your legs before you hit the wall beside you—the open space around you felt like a damn gift compared to that.

“We should find a closed off area,” you suggested, remembering the many times you were forced to sleep outside whilst on a mission.

“Lead the way.”

He traipsed along behind you, eyes stuck to your surroundings in case of danger, and you didn’t do anything to interfere. You understood he wouldn’t feel safe sleeping on an unknown planet unless he was sure nothing bad was to happen. If he was alone he wouldn’t take precautions. But that was the difference. You stood beside him, untarnished by the tragedy of war. Beautiful like the summer flowers his mother used to pick on Yavin 4.

“The map says it shouldn’t be that much father,” you said in the hopes that it would offer some reprieve from how disappointing this whole mission was.

“That’s fine,” he mumbled, catching a glimpse of how the sunset enshrouded your face, creating a glow across you that nearly punched the breath from his lungs.

If he were with anyone else on this mission he would have been irritated. Beyond that probably. He could have seen himself trying to contact Leia from where you were, asking for a transport back, but he wasn’t with anyone else. He was with you. The person he longed to be around. Who’s smile made him smile, and who’s laugh made him laugh. Rather than looking for a quick escape, he found himself hoping that the mission would take even longer.

“I’m sorry about all this.” Poe felt his heart begin to sink, matching the movement of the sun. “I know it’s taking too much time. I swear I thought I read the map right.”

His pace faltered until he found himself stopping altogether, hand reaching for your arm to turn you. “Why are you apologizing?”

You sighed. “I just…I know how irritating all of this can be.”

“Sunshine—”

“And I know you have other important things to do for the Resistance.” You turned, running a hand across your forehead. “I could have asked Finn to come with me instead. Or anyone else. But I…I like…”

Poe stepped forward so quickly his boot nearly got caught on a small hole in the ground. “You like?”

Another long breath left you, eyes shifting up to finally catch him in your gaze. “I like your company.”

He felt the start of a smirk and tried to tamp it down, but there was no use. “My company huh?”

“Don’t get cocky flyboy. You’re not the worst person to be around.”

He was way past cocky at that point. Your words filled him with a warmth that sent his heart racing so hard it nearly stopped altogether. But you looked nervous. As if the words had been bottled up for so long you felt wary about heaven bringing them out into the open. You were unprepared for his smile, for his hand to reach out and pick a piece of grass out of your hair, only to use that to drag you even closer.

“I know I’m not,” he said softly, grunting when you lightly punched him in the chest. “Just been waiting for you to say it out loud.”

“You’re such a pain in the ass—” Tugging yourself away, you were ready to throw another meaningless curse at him, but Poe had solidified his plans long before you began to admit your feelings.

His lips caught yours in a kiss, effectively silencing you and stopping your movements. You felt a rush of dizziness go up to your head, a soft sound of contentment falling from your mouth into his. And Poe felt his entire being light up. Pulling you closer, he clutched at you tightly, hands sliding to your back and breath washing across your face.

“I’m glad I’m here with you,” he breathed against your cheek, nose nudging against yours—waiting eagerly for you to smile and pulling him back into a searing kiss he longed to drown in.

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#705 Feeding time

Idia: I bet he's hungry...

Leona: How about some milk?

Idia: Ooh, I'd love some!

Mal:: Not you, the baby!

Idia: Well, I ain't exactly lactating right now, pal!

Mal: You're a little low on the food chain to be mouthing off, aren't you shroud...

Leona: ENOUGH!!! *His shout echoes through the empty dorm* Enough, enough, enough!?

-After the three big men asked...the grunkle ghost trio for help on feeding Grim...they are now putting Grim to bed in his bed-

Leona: Bedtime, squirt* tuck Grim in his bed and settled himself in your bed, he looked at Malleus, who was asleep in your chair and then he noticed Idia returning* Oh, the triumphant return

Idia: Huh? Oh, that*laugh nervously* I'm so full. How about a good night kiss for your big buddy Idee~

Leona: Shh! He's asleep

Idia: I was talking to you

Leona gives a disgusted look on idia as he prepares to dust off the futon to sleep on the floor

Idia: Fine, I'll tuck myself in-*Lays down on the floor in a futon, yawning*All right... Good Night... 

He flops on the rock, then turns over...as he's turning over and over, Leona becomes slightly irritated as he watches idia quirk around on the futon...idia groans and moans becoming more annoying as he moves around

Leona*Growls angrily; startling Idia* WILL YOU STOP IT!

Idia*sheepishly*All right, All right, jeez... I was just trying to relax-

He finds a comfortable spot on the floor and begins to suck his thumb

Leona: Oie..

Part 3 of:

[harmonictechnicality]

*based off this awesome art right here by @chocoarts - the sketch on the left in particular :)

It doesn’t take long for Steve to get used to Eddie’s raised-by-wolves levels of affection. The hair chewing and the shoulder nibbles and the freckle licking. It’s never classified normal stuff - definitely not stuff he ever did with dainty Hawkins High girls, that’s for damn sure.

But still, it takes no time to get used to it. Full on expects it, by now. The most notable time that Steve is expecting it is on their one year anniversary.

Two months prior to the Big Day, Eddie's spontaneity and Steve's boredom led to an impulsive stick-and-poke tattoo on Steve's forearm. Eddie wanted to give Steve a simple crown. Told him it was to reclaim the stupid nickname from high school, make it his own.

'Overthrow all the teenaged bullshit. Kick trauma in the metaphorical ass.' Eddie had said after completing it, smiling up at Steve. 'It's what kings do best.'

After that day, Steve decides to add on to his impulsive tattoo and surprise Eddie with it. He gets one small bat, just like the ones on Eddie's arm. Gets it right next to the crown, side-by-side. The same way they all fought together a while back.

As soon as Eddie sees the addition, he tackles Steve, linebacker style. Steve is ready for it, totally braces for the aggressive affection. Fucking loves it. Expects it.

However, Eddie doesn't just stop there. Oh no. He climbs up Steve's body, tightly wrapping his arms around Steve's neck. Wraps his legs around Steve's upper arms even tighter.

Which... how the hell did Eddie get so flexible? And when the hell did Eddie get so flexible? Like, yeah they do some semi-contortionist stuff in the bedroom, mostly when they're hyped up on sugary soft drinks.

But this? This is... new. Wild.

He clutches on to Steve like he's a goddamn tree trunk. Some rare tree species that's in grave danger of being chopped down from the rainforest or whatever. He’s making lots of pleased sounds, singing maybe. Hard to tell for sure.

Steve holds Eddie firmly, hands underneath his thigh, his back, anywhere that he can get a solid grip. Keeps him safe from whatever corporate bulldozer that dares to take down their weirdly amazing love.

"Shit, I'm crazy about you." Eddie nuzzles into Steve's hair. "Like... totally and completely."

Steve laughs, comes out a bit strangled from the way Eddie is clinging to him. "Guessing you like it, huh?"

"Duh." Eddie slides off, connecting their hands on his way down.

"It represents-"

"I know what it represents." Eddie interrupts, his expression softens from the reminder, the difficult topic they're both skipping around. "You don't have to say it."

He does though, Steve has to say it. Needs to say it the same exact way Eddie had said it to him two months ago.

Because yeah, they act tough about what went down that night. But that doesn't mean they should just be stuck in a cycle of Acting Tough. Pretending to be okay all the damn time.

So Steve takes Eddie's arm, the one that's covered with tiny bat silhouettes. He holds their two arms together and carefully brushes over each tattoo design. Tells Eddie to reclaim the stupid scars that litter his body.

"Fight off all the inter-dimensional bullshit. Kick trauma's metaphorical ass." Steve smiles up at Eddie, who suddenly looks serious, focused. "It's what heroes do best."

"Steve." The seriousness is wiped clean off of Eddie's face. It's quickly replaced with a gentle grin. Relief reaching over his furrowed brow. No more worry lines. No more grimace. He looks at ease. Content, maybe.

And as much as Steve enjoys making Eddie feel content, he wants him happier right now. So he switches up the energy, tries to lighten the mood a little. Steve hooks his fingers into Eddie's front pockets, readying to pull him in.

It's predictable, been his go to make-out move any time they're standing up. This is a special fucking day, however, and that calls for a Special Edition Make-Out Move.

So Steve digs each hand deep into Eddie's pockets, wiggles them around a bit. Watches Eddie's cheeks go pink, blotchy red in some places. Steve moves all of the coins and lint and questionable items out of the way, making room.

He takes deep breath, then yanks the seams at the very bottom of each pocket, flipping the material inside out. Sticking straight up from his jeans.

Eddie is all red now, flushed down to his neck. "What the..."

Steve tugs on the flipped out pocket seams, jolting Eddie closer. He lands on Steve's lips, colliding a bit roughly. For a second, they're too busy smiling to kiss properly. But Steve slides his hands up Eddie's chest, around his neck, scratches the tiny hairs on the back of Eddie's head, and that's it. That's all that it takes for them to get lost in the kiss.

Eddie's mouth opens, biting the center of Steve's bottom lip. Breathes out the warmest air as he lets go, returns to a softer approach. Steve licks over the spot, soothes the pulse that Eddie left behind.

"That was... different. " Eddie laughs. He swipes his tongue over Steve's cupids bow, traces an outline until Steve is laughing too.

"Bad different?" Steve asks.

"Not at all." Eddie shakes Steve by the shoulders like he’s nuts for asking such an outrageous question. "Besides, different is right up my alley, babe."

"I'm highly aware."

"Didn't realize I was such a bad influence on your freakier side."

"What can I say?" Steve shrugs, steals one of Eddie’s rings to twirl around his finger. "I'm very easily persuaded."

They head over to the couch, kissing haphazardly as they flop down. Eddie tugs and twists at the fabric of Steve’s shirt, stretching it out. Wrinkling it. Steve couldn’t care less if it gets ruined because Eddie will be the one ruining it.

Eddie sighs into the kiss. Not a sexy sigh either (which are obviously Steve’s favorite of the sighing variety). It sounds more shocked. Disbelief or something.

Steve angles his head away from the kiss to see that Eddie’s eyes are open, wandering all over Steve’s face. It’s pretty cute, seeing Eddie too busy just staring to even shut his eyes mid-kiss. Like his schedule is too jam-packed up with Gawking, has to multitask during their make out sessions now.

"Kinda can’t believe it." Eddie finally says, still staring.

"What?" Steve stares backs. Makes it a staring contest. Doesn't tell Eddie though cause he wants to win.

Eddie motions toward his pockets that are still turned inside out. "After one whole year, you still keep me on my toes with shit like that."

"I do?"

"Sure do. You're something else, babe.”

"I am?" Steve blinks.

Damnit, he lost the one-sided staring contest.

“Yup.” Eddie nods, transitions to chewing on a chunk of Steve’s hair like he always does. Sometimes, he’ll make mooing sounds. Especially after sex, when he’s at his goofiest. Most comfortable.

It’s fucking unreal how Steve has learned all of these quirks. How he waits for them, anticipates them. Every bit feels familiar to him now.

"You're unexpected in all the best ways, Harrington."

Steve tries not to gush at that compliment. It's not one he gets often.

Eddie stops chewing on Steve’s hair to kiss his cheek instead. The kiss is powdery-sweet, miles away from his usual eagerness. Still perfect somehow. Just like the weird stuff is somehow perfect too.

That's kind of who they are together. Weird and unexpected.

In all the best ways.

[pupkashi]

satoru is SHIT at flirting and i know it

like he could easily make people swoon when he doesn’t try but the second he decides ‘yeah i have feeling for u’ all his game goes down the drain

he uses stupid pick up lines and stuff on u but always manages to mess them up so they never actually work

“satoru where are you? shoko said the meeting was at 5:30” you asked, phone pressed to you cheek as you continued to look for the sorcerer.

“sorry I’m just lost” he pauses, a smile on his face, his confidence through the roof as he open his mouth again, “lost in those eyes of yours.”

silence.

“satoru we are on the phone”

he is absolutely mortified and debates on just completely giving up, but it’s when he’s unaware of his actions and just being himself that he finds you staring at him a bit longer, giggling at his words and blushing.

satoru is shit at flirting, but god is he a natural fucking charmer

he’s holding the door open for you, offering to walk you home, listening to you talk, watching your favorite shows with you and remembering your favorite things. he picks flowers for you and gives them to you, pays for your lunch anytime you guys are together, he’s always making you laugh and giggle even when he’s feeling like shit.

he’s the kind of guy to always brush hands with you when you’re walking next to each other, he’s holding your things for you, texting you and sending you things you’d find funny or that remind him of you, complimenting you constantly but not in a weird way

he’s the kind of bad flirting that hears you mention you like something and then he’s like “oh me too!” without missing a beat but he’s actually never consumed a single piece of media of the thing ur talking about and spends all night learning abt it in case you ever bring it up again

he once asked you if you could help him study before an exam and when he realized that you knew much less than him he ended up teaching you. he was sure his luck had ran out and he had fumbled extremely hard.

“toru! i passed!” you grinned, holding the paper in front of his face. the 90 written in red ink in the top right corner made his lips curl into a smile, grinning right back at you.

“i told you that you’d do great! I’m proud of you” he smiles, not expecting your arms to be thrown around his neck, squealing softly as you pull him into a hug.

you’re only giving him half a second to process what’s happening when your lips find his cheek, your heart racing and you’re hoping that shoko really did know gojo as much as she claimed to.

satoru is stunned, his face is red and his ears are burning and he should probably close his mouth or actually say something before all his efforts are washed away.

“haha cool” is all he stutters out, he’s cringing insanely hard and subtly pinching himself when you’re staring up at him with nervous eyes.

“yeah cool,” you mumble, already turning on your heel read to lock yourself in your room when he’s grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his chest.

“can i kiss you?” he whispers, your faces mere inches apart, your small nod is all he needs before he’s crashing his lips onto yours, smiling into the kiss because holy shit i fucking made it.

when he’s pulling away from you he has this silly little grin on his face, clearing his throat before finally speaking up.

“I’m really glad you passed” he says, you can’t help but want to tear your hair out, what happened to the satoru that could make any girl swoon?

it’s not until after the two of you start dating that he’s back to normal, using every pick up line in the book (correctly this time) and making your blush like it was his job. he’d make you stutter and roll your eyes, so naturally flirting with you.

you would always make fun of him and ask where this was when he was crushing on you, he’d only get extremely red and start pouting, saying he was just too embarrassed because he thought you’d reject him.

a/n: hi hi back w a silly little drabble :P i don’t really like this much but i really wanted to post something so i hope it’s okay !! i think it’s sweet and silly hehe,, requests are open so feel free to drop something :3

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[itsgxsly]

𖦹OF PODIUMS AND KISSES

You thought some of the McLaren garage mechanics would almost jump in shock at your shout of excitement when Lando crossed the finish line in second place in his home race. But that didn't happen, everyone present there shared the same emotion at that moment. Lando's father hugged you almost in the same state as you and together with him you went to the fence to wait for Lando to come to you.

You laughed and cheered with the rest as Lando got out of the car with a whoop of glee, running over to where you were. He first jumped on top of his team that was waiting for him with open arms for the joint achievement they had made. After a few claps and applause from his team, Lando removed his helmet and balaclava, setting them aside before approaching his family. First I hug his father, and you saw that hug with some tears blurring your vision. Then came the hugs and kisses from his grandparents, who shared the same happiness as everyone else in the paddock. And finally there was you.

Lando had his eyes on you ever since he got out of the car and he couldn't wait to just have you close to him.

His arms immediately went around your waist and his head snuggled into the hollow between your shoulder and your neck, letting the weight of his body fall on you a little, as if having you close had make him realize how tired he was afterwards of the intense race. You noticed Lando sniffle, as if he was holding back the urge to cry there. You wrapped one of your arms around his back and with your other hand you stroked the hair on the nape of his neck, unaware that he was sweating after all.

When the time you considered necessary had passed, Lando separated and you took the opportunity to clean with your thumbs what you thought was a mixture of sweat and tears on his cheeks. It didn't take long for Lando to bring you closer to him again, this time to kiss you gently, although it was almost impossible because of the smiles on your faces. When you parted ways you spoke first, letting Lando relax for a few more seconds.

"You did it amazing, love" you said while you continued caressing his cheeks.

"Thanks baby," Lando said, his voice a little shaky. “But it has been everyone's thing. I did it thanks to the team and my family and you”

"No, Lando. This was all you. And I can't be more proud of you. We all are" you gave him another short kiss to reaffirm your words. You wanted to cry at Lando's words. You knew that he was more than capable of doing anything by himself and that today's result was entirely his own doing, but you loved that even so Lando always kept in mind that you were part of that small victory.

Soon Lando was rushed to the podium and although he didn't want to leave you, he knew that you would have all the time in the world together afterwards.

You saw your boy with a smile of pure love celebrating on the podium with his trophy in hand and throwing champagne with the famous celebration of him that you had missed seeing. You cried with him when you saw the few tears he shed on the podium and you murmured an "I love you" when he pointed to you from his place on the second step. Lando had achieved a great thing today after a season that hadn't gotten off to the best start, but as he watched you look at him with that look full of pure love, the same one he looked at you with, he couldn't help but think that no podiums or wins I was never going to get over having you.

[onleurafaitcroire]

The first time you come into the restaurant during prep to see Carmy quickly (and maybe get some of your own work done in his office while he’s busy cooking – he’d offered the space to you anytime you needed to get shit done and didn’t feel like trekking all the way to campus), the staff are shocked to see how quickly and drastically his demeanor changes as soon as he sees you – he all but drops what he’s doing, leaving Syd in charge momentarily, and greets you with a bear hug and a kiss to your forehead. He’s mumbling softly in your ear, something that’s making you giggle quietly and beam up at him, and the staff collectively stops to watch because hello? They’ve never seen Carmy anything beyond pissed off and mildly grumpy.

[schlattsdoll]

hand kink and schlatt? ive been thinking about his hands a lot lately hehe

(imu rikki i hope you're doing well <3)

-stella

stella bby!!! imu more, you're always welcome in my inbox nd messages <33

minors dni

i've also been thinking ab schlatt's hands a lot lately too so no shame here

he keeps them well groomed, never letting his nails get too long. i feel if you're the type to go get your nails done, he goes with you and gets his done professionally (even gets your initial on his ring finger).

his hands aren't rough and calloused, but they're not soft either?

if he notices you staring at his hands a lot, he smirks. "toots, whatcha thinkin' bout?" when you're daydreaming of his long think digits spreading you open, going in and out. or around your neck, gripping tight enough to make you see stars.

once he knows you have a thing for his hands, he tortures you. leaving lingering touches, always having his hand on you, preferably your thigh. he talks with his hands more, and of course he makes time to tease you with the very thing you love so much.

[kaidabakugou]

working out with bakugou and waiting behind him until he bends over to grab the weights to touch his asshole through his workout shorts just to see him clench his butt cheeks from the sudden intrusion

bursting out laughing when he does, your giggles making him smile, cursing “you little shit” under his breath whilst he sets the weight back down before turning around to put you in a headlock

kirishima laughing from the bench he’s in lifting dumbbells where he has a clear view of the two of you as he bursts out laughing when he sees bakugou tackle you into the foam floor

[nanamiscocksleeve]

Hii!! Can I get a 20 with angry! Nanami who uses us in a rough way because we teased too much him? (plus,he did an amazing aftercare)

Hello!

“I will give that mouth something to do.” --------

A gurgling sound leaves your throat as Kento roughly fucks into your mouth, growling as he did so. You had never seen him so pent-up, so angry.

"I warned you didn't I? That I will give that mouth something to do if you didn't quit it with all the dirty talk?" His tip starts to enter the back of your throat and you whimper, eyes pleading for him to ease up on you. He withdraws, his cock covered with your spit, the veins throbbing with unsatisfied need.

"I must admire your courage though, you disobedient brat. You kept coming back even when I told you to keep quiet. In a way...I suppose that's admirable." He grabs your hair and yanks your head back, stuffing his meat into your mouth again, almost making you gag.

"Foolish. But admirable." He fucks your throat, grunting, then suddenly pulls out. "On your knees. I'm not wasting this load by letting it slide down your throat."

You quickly scramble to get on all fours, breathing deeply, and cry out at his tip rests at your entrance slowly pushing in, inch by girthy inch, filling your needy hole, spreading you apart so fulfillingly. He rolls his hips, cockhead brushing the spongy patch of nerves inside you, making you moan.

"That's my good little slut. That's the only thing I want to hear from your mouth right now. My name, and your pathetic whines as I fuck the attitude out of you."

"Kento!" you pant his name he ruts into you, spanking your ass every now and then, the unexpected sting of pain bringing a sense of thrill to the act. His fingers start petting your clit firmly, and you cry out in pleasure as he drives you to a sharp orgasm. You pant and tremble, all the little contractions felt on the length of his cock before he chases his own high.

"Such a tight pussy...gonna fuck it all in deep," he growls, and you feel his cock twitch, spilling his hot seed into your womb. He pulls out, covered in sweat, and you allow yourself to fall into a heap on the mattress.

Kento rolls to the side and pulls you onto his chest, pushing your hair away from your face. "Ok darling?" he murmurs, pressing kisses to your temples, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

"Yeah." You press your cheek against his chest, holding his hand. "I'm fine."

"Too rough?"

"Just right."

[20doozers]

★The weekend★

TW: just fluff, cuddling, older bill, skin to skin cuddling, song based drabble, gn!reader

It was the middle of summer, the temperatures warm and sun shining bright as you and bill laid in bed, bodies tangled together under the sheets. The both of you were nude, but neither of you cared, your arms sleepily wrapped around Bill’s tattooed torso as his head laid on your chest. Streams of sunlight shone through the large windows partly covered by curtains, shining down on you and bill with the soft glow of golden hour. Bill could feel your heartbeat, knowing just how to lay against you since this happened often. Almost every night and every day you two were cuddled in bed, skin to skin, just basking in the summer sunshine and eachothers company.

Neither of you wanted to talk, your wandering hands gently roaming and softly touching his body. Your love was the only thing bill needed, you felt like home to him, and he loved that. You had problems and so did bill, but these cuddling sessions seemingly filled that aching hole, the rush of love when close to eachother was enough of a remedy. Some mindless reality show played on tv, the volume too low to hear even if you were paying attention. Neither of you had anywhere to be or anything to do, forgetting the world around you as you cuddled.

A/N: just a short little gn!reader and bill drabble to celebrate the song release! Fun fact I actually took sky picture at the top last summer in my backyard! Did y’all know I do photography as a hobby? Anyway, love y’all💕

Tags: @itsmealaiah @billskeis @madzandmore @charliesgoodboy @cherry-rawr @goreishgorinthgoreofshits @estxkios @tomssexdoll (sorry if I forgot any tags this was a bit rushed)

[shadowtriovibes]

Hi! I absolutely love your fics! I have a little request/idea. Sebastian finds out that MC has a little crush on professor sharp and all of a sudden can’t stand his favorite professor. (His small crush on professor garlick is totally different and super justified)

jealousy, you got me somehow

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: Sebastian finds out about your little crush on a certain Potions master and all of a sudden can’t stand the man. (His small crush on Professor Garlick is, of course totally different and super justified.)

“You’re sure you won’t become too affected by Sharp’s dulcet tones and neglect something important?” he asks with a smirk. Annoyed, you huff and abandon your notes at your side. “You’ve been waiting several days to bring this up again,” you grumble. “I should’ve known I wasn’t safe.”

Sebastian first finds out about your little preoccupation when he innocently stumbles upon you studying with a group of your fellow Slytherin girls in a quiet corner of the library. Or at least, it was quiet until Nerida Roberts had started to derail your entirely legitimate conversation about the uses of Dittany for an upcoming Potions exam by bringing up Professor Sharp himself.

“He’s just so handsome,” she sighs dreamily. “How am I supposed to focus on what’s going on in my cauldron when he’s standing right across the room looking all brooding and roguish?”

Violet McDowell giggles and adds, “I could listen to him talk all afternoon and I wouldn’t learn a single thing!”

“I suppose that’s why so many seventh-year girls are still taking Potions even if they don’t need it for their N.E.W.T.s,” you murmur.

“Can you blame us?” Violet sighs. “You must admit, he’s quite nice to look at.”

“Of course I think he’s handsome,” you say with a scoff. “Just because I have a boyfriend doesn’t mean I can’t see the man.”

As if on cue, Sebastian comes around the corner carrying a large stack of books on defensive magic and spots the three of you huddled around your Potions notes.

“Good afternoon, ladies,” he says with an easy smile.

Sebastian sets his books on the edge of the table and leans down next to you to steal a chaste kiss while he can. He’s seen relatively little of you this week while you both prepare for exams in classes the other doesn’t have, so not even your late-night study sessions have overlapped.

“Speak of the devil,” Nerida teases.

“Shh!” you whisper. “Enough now.”

“Not keeping secrets from me, are you?” Sebastian asks teasingly as he snags one of the empty seats.

“Of course not,” you demur. “By the way, have you got my Potions notes from last week? I think I mixed them up with yours from Ancient Runes.”

Sebastian chuckles and asks, “Trying to change the subject? I must have walked into something quite scandalous.”

“It’s nothing bad,” Nerida says teasingly. “We were just chatting about Professor Sharp.”

“Oh?” Sebastian asks, surprised. “What’s he done now?”

“Nothing,” Violet McDowell answers. “We were just saying that he’s easily the most handsome professor at Hogwarts.”

“He’s certainly your girlfriend’s favorite,” Nerida says with a smirk.

Sebastian raises a skeptical eyebrow at you, and sure enough, you’re blushing.

“Really?” he drawls. “You have a thing for Sharp?”

“No!” you whine. “I just – I really like Potions class, that’s all.”

“Of course you do,” Violet taunts. “So you can moon over Sharp during his lectures!”

You shoot Violet a threatening look and not-so-gently kick the toe of your boot against her shin underneath the table. She yelps and curses under her breath before indignantly burying her face behind her Potions textbook, and Nerida wisely avoids eye contact and doesn’t offer anything further.

After a beat, Sebastian clears his throat and says, “Well then, I, er… suppose I’ll leave you girls to it.”

He helps himself to one more kiss goodbye and you can tell by the significant look he gives you before leaving that this is not the last you’ll hear from him about your crush.

Sure enough, a few nights later the two of you manage to claim a loveseat by the fire in your common room where you can curl up against his side and revise your Potions notes one last time before your exam while Sebastian dutifully transcribes runic diagrams onto lengths of parchment.

“Are you feeling prepared for your exam tomorrow?” he asks you casually.

“I think so,” you answer. “It’s not a practical, so I can’t imagine it will be too challenging.”

“You’re sure you won’t become too affected by Sharp’s dulcet tones and neglect something important?” he asks with a smirk.

Annoyed, you huff and abandon your notes at your side.

“You’ve been waiting several days to bring this up again,” you grumble. “I should’ve known I wasn’t safe.”

“What?” he laughs. “I’m just teasing you, love.”

You narrow your eyes at him skeptically. “I’m not sure I believe you.”

“Well, it’s just… I don’t really know what you see in him, that’s all,” he murmurs, lazily turning a page in his Ancient Runes textbook.

You frown. “What do you mean?”

“I just think he’s rather foul,” Sebastian says plainly. “He’s impatient, meticulous, he’s clearly got a dark past and I truly don’t understand why all you girls think he’s obviously the most handsome man at Hogwarts. To me, he’s simply average.”

Merlin’s beard, you think. You knew Sebastian wasn’t a fan of Hogwarts’ Potions master, but you had no idea his dislike ran so deep.

“I think he’s a good professor,” you offer quietly. “He’s always been quite helpful to me, especially when I needed to master healing potions, and he saved my life in the Repository.”

“How generous of him,” Sebastian mumbles.

Angrily, you sit up a little straighter and pluck Sebastian’s quill out of his hand so he’ll look at you.

“And what about you?” you demand indignantly. “While we’re on the subject of good-looking professors, I happen to know that you turn into a stammering, blushing fool whenever Professor Garlick is nearby.”

You know for a fact that Sebastian Sallow is not an idiot, which is why it’s all the more frustrating when he tries to deny something you’ve known about for months.

“I do not!” Sebastian protests. “That’s – that’s ridiculous.”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “You are not a subtle person, Sebastian, nor are you particularly good at being punctual, yet somehow you’re never late to the greenhouses.”

“W-well, I’m rubbish at Herbology so I like to make sure I won’t miss anything important,” he lies.

“Maybe you wouldn’t be quite so rubbish if you actually listened to the professor instead of staring at her chest for the entire lesson,” you grumble.

Sebastian goes bright red. Clearly, he had no idea you could see him doing that.

“Look,” he whines. “It doesn’t mean anything, I just think she’s nice to look at is all.”

“And I’m not allowed to think Professor Sharp is handsome?” you counter.

“It’s different,” he insists. “You actually like him, it’s not just an attraction.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you hiss.

“It means he’s a powerful wizard, a brilliant duellist and he’s a former Auror for Merlin’s sake,” Sebastian angrily confesses. “I couldn’t possibly measure up to that.”

You feel your heart break a little when you realize what this is truly all about – your love’s relentless insecurities, the same ones he’s battled for many years now.

Softly, you ask Sebastian, “Do you actually feel threatened that I might leave you for a professor? We’re seventeen, Seb.”

“It’s preposterous, I know,” he sighs. “But I just… I feel like I could never compete with him.”

“Sebastian,” you croon as you take your hand in his lap. “I want you to listen to me very clearly, alright?”

You wait patiently for him to meet your gaze before you continue.

“As you said, Professor Sharp is impatient,” you agree. “He’s also meticulous, and maybe he does have some darkness in his past. But you also said that he’s a brilliant duelist and a powerful wizard. Do you know who else has all those traits?”

Sebastian swallows nervously and squeezes your hand a little tighter.

“You do, love,” you say softly. “So perhaps the reason I’m fond of him is that he reminds me of you.”

“I’m not an Auror,” he points out a little sullenly. “And I’ve never saved your life.”

“Not yet you aren’t, but we both know that’s why you’re studying for Ancient Runes so much lately,” you say with a fond smirk. “And since I’ve saved your life plenty of times, I’m sure you’ll return the favor someday.”

Wordlessly, Sebastian tugs you against his chest and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you so much,” he murmurs into your hair. “I’m sorry for being such a prat.”

“Apology accepted,” you whisper into his chest. “And I love you too, you fool.”

He holds you close for a while after that, nose buried in your hair while you listen to his slow, even heartbeat through his uniform shirt. When he finally lets you sit up so that he can kiss you properly – not one of those chaste ones from the library – you find yourself halfway in his lap before you even realize you’ve shifted.

For Merlin’s sake, your notes are in a messy pile on the floor now.

You huff and try to climb off of him to gather them up, but Sebastian coaxes you back to him with a single finger on your chin, his eyes firmly fixed on your lips. By the time he’s kissed your frustration away, you can’t even remember what you were supposed to be studying for.

“We should bicker more often,” Sebastian says with a satisfied grin, his lips slightly swollen.

“On that subject, I was just wondering…” you ask him with a teasing smile. “Is there anything Professor Garlick has that I don’t? Should I be worried?”

“Absolutely not,” he murmurs as he flicks open the top button of your shirt. “Truthfully, you both have two very nice things in common.”

“You’re foul,” you tell him simply.

“I meant that you’re both kind-hearted and beautiful,” he says smoothly.

You’re positive that you know exactly what Sebastian meant and appreciate the compliment nonetheless. In fact, he’s being so sweet that you even let him undo a few more buttons while you can take advantage of your seclusion.

The next day during your Potions exam, while your female classmates are undoubtedly slipping in and out of pleasant daydreams about your alluring professor, all you can think about is Sebastian’s lips on your neck and his hand inside your shirt as he’d whispered all sorts of electrifying promises about what he’ll do to you after you turn in your parchment.

It’s a fierce struggle to focus on Dittany of all things with that in the back of your mind, but Professor Sharp is nevertheless pleased when you end up being the first to submit your completed exam and then promptly excuse yourself from the dungeons.

[writinginthetwilight]

But then its Monday.

Eddie Munson x GN Reader

Your eyes feel hot, body a dead weight, the magic of the couch is winning a fight you know won't translate to the bed, pulling you under.

You don't want it not yet, but the TVs light is getting too bright now the violet toned skies have gave way, no longer colouring the room in dying light and growing shadows.

His weight shifts besides you his hair tickling your cheek from where it's pressed into his arm, scented with the coconut shampoo he'd stolen from you for a shower, locks still a little damp in the places curled around the nape of his neck.

His hand's walking a soothing cararss into the soft flesh above your elbow and you lean yourself into him, closing your eyes as a chuckle rumbles through his chest at a line from the show your watching that never quite makes it to your ears.

'Hey?'

His voice curls around you subconscious but it's movement that makes your eyes flutter open, makes you groan as the pocket of heat youde created disperses and causes you to shudder as gooseflesh raises on your skin.

Eyes squinting up to him, a soft face with his own tired brown eyes look down.

'Let's get to bed."

"No just one more episode." You rasp moving from where your body had molded to his side.

"You slept through the last one. "

"I wasn't sleeping."

He raises his eyesbrows and goes to wipe the corner of your mouth and you swat his hand away.

"I was resting my eyes."

He laughs this time pointing to the wet patch on his shoulder.

"Come on its late." he stretches out, back arching and the blanket slips completely off you, an involuntary whine leaving you in protest as you curl up against the throw pillows.

"You need sleep." he says gently groaning as he stands hands raking though his hair and an easy smile on his face.

"But if I sleep it willl be Monday."

He tips his head silently, eyes locked on yours as his hand reaches out to you and reluctantly you let him pull you up.

He pulls you in, face nuzzling down until you look at him eyebrows knitted, he makes an overegzagertad display of copying your expression until a smile finally tugs at your mouth .

You let him drag you to the bathroom, his arm wrapped around you as you brush your teeth silently, tired bones leaning against each other as you smile sleepy toothpaste smiles at each other in the mirror.

The beds cold when he drags you under, shapes of the room diffused in the midnight umbra.

Legs tangle searching for warmth, socks are shed beneath a sanctuary of polycotton and body heat.

Until you still, softening with foreheads pressed together.

"Sleep." he hushes "I got you."