I say I wanna have sex I don’t mean I wanna get fucked and cum I mean
I wanna makeout with someone for half an hour on my couch with grabby
hands all over my body and our teeth clashing because we get so into
it that we can’t stop kissing, I mean slow desperate, needy grinding
on each other before we take it to the bed, bumping our heads,
giggling as we take our clothes off, trying to adjust and get into
the right position, I mean having someone on top of me and looking up
at them to see that blissful little grin on their face before they
scrunch it up a lil and moan because it feels sooooo good and I mean
making each other cum so good we end up all out of breath, a sweaty,
happy mess, fingers still intertwined, my legs still around their
waist, making out again, that’s what I want and it would be kinda
cool if I could have it now
can we get some more soft gay movies? like i want to see two teenage girls giving each other a quick goodnight kiss after their first date. i want to see two boys walking down the hallway holding hands. i want to see a man dropping off his husband at work. i wanna see two women snuggling on the couch and talking about their day. we get enough angst in the real world. give me happy gay movies
when I say I wanna have sex I don’t mean I wanna get fucked and cum I mean I wanna makeout with someone for half an hour on my couch with grabby hands all over my body and our teeth clashing because we get so into it that we can’t stop kissing, I mean slow desperate, needy grinding on each other before we take it to the bed, bumping our heads, giggling as we take our clothes off, trying to adjust and get into the right position, I mean having someone on top of me and looking up at them to see that blissful little grin on their face before they scrunch it up a lil and moan because it feels sooooo good and I mean making each other cum so good we end up all out of breath, a sweaty, happy mess, fingers still intertwined, my legs still around their waist, making out again, that’s what I want and it would be kinda cool if I could have it now - @hermuis
Request:If you want to, could you do #4 with Jerome?
Prompt: “Do you trust me?”
*Trigger warning: extreme fluff, Jerome being cute…
“Jerome…?” I say looking around and poking my head in each room. I couldn’t find him anywhere. “Where are you…?” I whisper to myself. Out of nowhere, the psychotic ginger jumps out and scares me.
“BOO!” Jerome screams. “Aww, doll. Your face was priceless when I scared the crap out of you,” He says in between laughs. I stare at him coldly signaling that I was pissed off.
“Jerome, that wasn’t fucking funny!” I yell at him. “I was looking for you to do some things… Maybe not, anymore. Sorry. That’s what you get for being a jerk,” I say. I was impressed with myself. It was funny seeing his bright smile turn to a look of sheer terror.
“We were going to… have sex?” He says. I nod in response. “And I fucked it up so, now you’re punishing me?” I nod, again. “Y/N, I AM SO SORRY, PLEASE!”, He screams as he lowers himself to his knees. I had to admit, I loved seeing him like this.
I stood there giggling to myself. He started wrapping his arms around my waist whilst on his knees. “Please… forgive me… for I have sinned…” He jokes.
“Oh, shut up! Come here,” I say making him get up. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” I mumble before cupping his face and bringing it down for a kiss.
“Hey, Y/N,” Jerome says. We sat alone on the couch, bored.
“What, ginger?” I respond blandly.
“Wanna do trust falls?” He asks quite excitedly. A smirk appears on his face. I could tell he was up to no good.
“Fine. But, I swear, I will hurt you if you let me fall,” I say warning him.
We get into positions. Of, course I was the first to fall back.
“Do you trust me?” He asks.
“Yes… And I’m only saying yes because… I love you…” I say back trying not to get too emotionally romantic during this fun game.
“Doll, you’re so cute…” He says. “I love you…”, He mumbles at such a low volume, I could barely hear it.
I look back and see a grin plastered on his face. Great. I lean back with my arms across my chest. Here goes. I fall back and, not, to my surprise, nothing catches me. I land right on my back. A loud smacking sounds on the floor.
The dumbass stands there pointing and laughing at me. I roll my eyes and sigh.
“I hate you,” I say with such disbelief.
“No, you love me. You just said it. Come on, doll. You love me,” He started off trying to contradict my statement and then his eyes fell to the floor. “And I…I love you…” is all he mutters before staring at me. I smile sweetly at him.
“Aren’t you so cute? Aww. Jerome’s getting romantic. HA!” I say trying to get a smile out of him.
“STOP! I MURDER PEOPLE. I AM NOT CUTE!” He screams.
(11 and 3 from the Super Sappy Prompts list: “I thought you didn’t want me” and “It’s always been you.”)
It’s not water, it’s ice. It’s a thousand needles of ice pricking at Dex’s skin. Soon they’ll pierce him, puncture his bursting lungs and turn him breathless, lifeless. Still, he swims on.
The current is fighting him. His own lungs are fighting him. His eyes fight, too, stinging, but he keeps them open, gleaning what light he can in the dark water. Later, he will think back and see only seconds of being alone in that darkness. Now, it’s minutes. An endless slow trudge of time as he turns and searches.
He remembers pulling off his flannel, stripping out of his jeans in the freezing night. He remembers kicking off his shoes. And then the plunge, the fevered dive into the water, the rush of his blood keeping him warm. And then, crashing down and through into this frozen limbo, one thought in mind. Where’s Nurse?
Hello internet! Lately I’ve had lots of inspiration but couldn’t get the right words to write so this one shot is a little unsure. Still. enjoy!
SEBASTIAN STAN X READER
Summary: you just have the perfect gift for your husband.
Warnings: implied smut, shitty writing? idk
has been exactly two years and eight months since me and Sebastian
got married. Before that day we had already talked about our future
as parents, we love each other so much and the idea of having a
family together warms our hearts in a way impossible to explain with
just a few words. In the last two months we forgot a little this baby
thing, mostly because we both had a strict filming schedule and
barely saw each other already but, at the same time, we never stopped
trying when we had the chance to share an intimate moment after a
long time apart. Therefore, two days ago Sebastian arrived to
celebrate his birthday with me since I had just come home from work a
week or two before him and I couldn’t be more excited to tell him
that yes, I’m pregnant.
never thought it would be so easy for the two of us after hearing
stories from friends or doctors that had told us that if we ever
started trying, we had to be really patient. Luckily, it wasn’t like
they said and now I’m still a little incredulous about it. Being the
freaking gift master since I was little, I immediately took the
chance to give this amazing news as a present for Sebastian’s
birthday. He’s clueless so it’s going to be a wonderful surprise. It
has been a really difficult decision to decide which is the best and
most creative way to tell him but after hours on internet watching
pregnancy reaction videos, I have made up my mind.
morning I have already woken him up with sweet kisses and his
favourite brunch, mostly because I have left him sleep a little more.
After eating in bed, I persuade him to follow me in the living room
of our house to open his present. He has his child-like smile
plastered on his face as soon as he hears the word -present- and
I can’t be more excited to know that this time I’m sure I’ve scored.
I tangle our fingers together as I get him out of the bed and pull
him with me into the other room; Sebastian chuckles excitingly the
moment he sees the little red box on the coffee table in front of the
couch and I bite my lip to contain the happiness.
on the couch while I get my phone, I wanna remember this moment
forever’’I say to him and he grins even more, his mind probably
wondering to what the heck I got him that can be so dirty. I try not
to laugh as he winks at me with a wiggle of his eyebrows when he sits
on the couch and put the phone on the table to record the reaction.
it, it’s a pair of handcuffs’’ Sebastian laughs and I mirror him.
told you, after last time, you won’t see handcuffs ever again’’ I
get the present in my hands and put it in his lap after pressing
‘record’ “Now, open your gift.”
looks at me for a second smirking then proceeds to open the little
box in his hands. It’s something I won’t ever forget what happens
next: his brows furrow for a second as he sees the object, then he
gets it in his hands carefully and reads the words written on it.
My Dad is a Hero
takes a minute for his brain to load. His head snaps in my direction
and we look in each other eyes. He knows but he’s not sure enough to
are you- are we pregnant?”his voice is a whisper, almost trembling
as his baby blue eyes are full of hope and joy. I nod mumbling a
-yes- and he immediately wraps his arms around me “Oh my god, Oh my
god. I’m gonna be a dad.. I’m gonna be a dad!”
eyes are glassy and a few hot tears escape but I’m right there to
wipe them away as I cradle his face in my hands to give him a short
kiss on his cherry lips. He hugs me tightly to him again as he rocks
the both of us happily, tears of joy streaming down our face.
birthday, love” I whisper in his ear and that’s the exact moment
that I fully understand that I have hit jackpot.
Warnings: lots of nsfw, cursing, will give u tom feels
Summary: you and thomas have been best friends with benefits for almost a year now, however he want’s it to be more and can’t find the moment to tell you that. My first smut so bear 🐻 with me. ft. slightly sub!tom
concept by Lili (@osterfieldz) story by Zara (@tomsleftbrow)
word count: 2358
key: the first part is toms perspective, flashback, __________ denotes perspective change
There is one universal law of anime, and it is that there is always a beach episode. There is always a beach episode
Mob had fallen asleep beneath the couch blankets again,
curled into the cocoon so that the blankets served double as his pillow. He was
woken up sometime later by the sound and brightness that came with Reigen
swishing back the curtains.
“Wake up, Mob. We’ve got plans.”
Mob opened his eyes. Reigen stood over him, wearing swim
trunks, a white tank top, and enormous sunglasses with the price tag still
dangling off the right ear hook. He had globbed suntan lotion on his nose and
shoulders, and he thrust a mesh bag to Mob containing roughly the same outfit
but in a smaller size—sunglasses and all.
“I’m overworked and you’re traumatized. I don’t know
anything about mental health but there’s no way a day at the beach can be bad. So get changed it’s beach time.”
Reigen sat down on the couch beside Mob, one foot pulled up
and resting on the other knee, and he pulled out an assortment of deflated floaties
from his own bag. He uncapped the mouthpiece of one—a duck by the looks of it—and
started to inflate it.
Request: Some college au lance and keith, where maybe keith gets like really badly sick (Up to you my friend how) and lance has to force him to stop going to classes/go to the hospital but keith gets so freaking stressed because he must have perfect grades (Klance if you want!!) Thank!!! C:
Summary: When Keith comes down sick, he assumes its nothing and carries on. But as classes and deadlines start to take their toll, it becomes more and more obvious to both Keith and his boyfriend Lance, that this ‘cold’ is anything but normal. How he made it to lectures with full blown pneumonia, he’ll never know, but something he does know is that no matter what, Lance will always be by his side.
‘Babe, did you get the coffee?’
Keith raised his head, pausing in his feeble attempt to remove his shoes without experiencing a rapid, unplanned introduction to the floor.
‘Huh?’ he called, a small wince seeping through his teeth at the irritable scrape in his throat. He had been feeling ill for days, sluggish and tired, with a growing wet cough that burned his airways and pounded his head like a hammer on an anvil. He knew he had a fever - that morning while Lance had still been sleeping he had snuck into his bathroom and borrowed his thermometer, only find that his temperature had risen to 38.5 degrees. But college was just too busy to take a day off from, and so he had popped a few fever reducers and paracetamol and gotten on with his day.
‘Coffee,’ Lance repeated, sticking his head out of the kitchen door to raise his eyebrows at Keith. ‘you said you were gonna stop by the store on your way here and pick some up. I’m nearly out,’
Keith groaned, leaning his head against the wall, second shoe all but forgotten. ‘Damnit.. I forgot, sorry. Want me to go back out and get some?’ he asked, but every fibre of his body was praying that Lance would say no. Apparently, whatever Gods were looking down on him chose to be kind, and Lance shook his head, at ease.
Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is the first request I received for my 600 Follower’s Celebration! I still can’t believe that now over 700 of you decided to follow my silly ass. Y’all are awesome. I hope you like it! This is straight fluff I promise.
“Well aren’t you something sweet to look at,” Dean smiled as he reached his hand out toward me and I took it graciously, the click of my heels hitting the floor echoing throughout the bunker. “You look gorgeous, Princess.”
I blushed as he kissed my cheek, then I linked my arm with his. “Thank you. It’s not often that I get to dress up like this.”
Dean stopped and turned me toward him, then placed a tender kiss on my lips, causing chills to go up my spine. I smiled as he pulled away, “You look beautiful every day. But this is…you take my breath away.”
“Oh, hush, you’re getting sappy on me, Dean,” I patted his cheek then winked at him as we made our way toward the Impala. “Where’s Sam?”
“He went to pick up Eileen at her motel,” He said quickly and I gave him a knowing smile. “I think this is a date for them.”
“And it’s not for us?” I raised my eyebrow. “Just because we’ve been dating for four years doesn’t mean we can’t still have a date, Dean.”
“Oh, trust me. This is a date,” He pointed at me. “And it’s gonna be an awesome one.”
As he opened the door for me, I giggled and climbed in the car, then smiled over at him as he slid in next to me, “I can’t believe Donna’s getting married. This is so exciting.”
“I’m not sure about him,” Dean gave a hard look at his rearview mirror as we made our way toward the venue. It was always entertaining to see Dean’s protective side come out. “After her last husband, I don’t trust anyone.”
“But you should trust Donna,” i laid a comforting hand on his and smiled at him. “Let’s just have fun tonight and celebrate her. She deserves it.”
“i remember a time when you didn’t trust me,” Dean sent me a teasing look and I shook my head and smiled. “You didn’t even give me the time of day.”
She wants her on her tongue, wants her in her blood, wants Maggie every way it’s possible to want someone. Every way she never thought she could want someone.
But she’s not the only one whose body is bruised and whose heart is scarred; not the only one who was activated by the sight, the sound, the reality, of Lilian Luthor, in their presence, in their bar.
The bar where Lilian had orchestrated the massacre of so many of Maggie’s friends. Just because of…
Alex won’t think about it, can’t, but she knows enough to let the woman who’s burning her skin with pleasant flames just with the power of memory, of fantasy, of love… she knows enough, grieves enough, to let Maggie sleeps.
Because sleep is all too rare, these days.
So Alex tries not to wake her and she tries not to disturb her, but god, god, fuck, she wants her.
She bites her lip as her eyes graze over Maggie’s sleeping, peaceful face, hair tossed slightly over her forehead.
She bites her lip as she slips her hand, quietly, quietly, down her own pajama pants.
She bites her lip to help her swallow her gasp as her strong fingers sweep over her clit.
She bites her lip and she rolls her hips slightly, softly, desperately trying not to wake Maggie, but god, does she need more.
She needs more, because images of Maggie’s tongue between her legs, the feeling of her fingers slipping deep, deep inside her, the ecstasy of her mouth on her nipples, her hands on her ass, flash through her mind and tear through her body.
She glances at Maggie – still sleeping peacefully – and she shifts.
Shifts so she’s laying on her stomach instead of on her back, shifts so when her fingers draw hard, fast circles right above her clit, the added pressure of the mattress, of gravity, courses through her veins.
She tries to breathe into her pillow so her increasingly ragged breath doesn’t wake her; tries to keep her hips relatively still so the movement rocking the bed doesn’t disturb her; but when she thinks about, dreams about, fantasizes about, the way Maggie’s head tilts back, the way her fingers reach up for Alex’s breasts, the way Maggie moans her name like a prayer, when Alex rides her, needy and reckless and solid, Alex can’t stop the sharp hiss of breath from forcing out of her lips.
Maggie’s voice is groggy and thick with sleep, and Alex curses internally, swallowing a whine, her body frozen.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Go back to sleep babe, it’s only me.”
But Maggie blinks her eyes open and the effect would be adorable if Alex weren’t so turned on.
“You okay? Did you have another nightmare, Ally, did you – “
But her eyes sweep down to the way Alex’s hands are pinned beneath her body, underneath her hips; the way Alex’s face is flushed, the way she’s breathing quickly, the way her eyes are fire and clarity and thirst.
“Danvers,” she says again, and her voice is still full of the gravel of sleep, but now it’s layered with something else. Something deeper, something needier. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to uh… disturb.”
Alex turns so her face is buried in her pillow, groaning, and Maggie slips closer to her instantly.
“Hey, hey, Alex, look at me.”
“Alex, please, babe.”
Alex shifts so one eye is off the pillow, and the little Maggie can see of her face is tinged with red.
“I’m sorry, Maggie, it… I didn’t mean to wake you, and it’s stupid, and I – “
She starts shifting off her stomach as she talks, and Maggie hovers her hands just shy of touching her, but the effect is the same: Alex stills.
“Whoa whoa, Alex, no, it’s not…” She blinks sleep out of her eyes and she leans up on her elbow, cheek resting on her hand. “It’s not stupid, babe, I’m glad you were…” Maggie smiles and she touches Alex’s chin gently, tenderly, lovingly. “I’m glad you were taking care of yourself. You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Danvers, it uh… it… it’s pretty hot, actually.”
Alex turns her face so she can see Maggie fully, now, fire stoking again in the pit of her stomach at Maggie’s admission.
Maggie lets out a single laugh.
“Uh, yeah. Big time, Danvers. Did you um… did you want to… continue? I didn’t mean to disturb you, I…”
Alex bites her lip. “You’re not disturbing me.”
Something that looks a lot like a supernova flashes in Maggie’s eyes. “Do you want… help? I can talk you through it. If you want.”
“Talk me through it?”
“If you’re comfortable. I mean, we don’t have to – “
“No, I just… you mean you want me to keep going. And you…”
“Talk you through it.”
“Talk me through it. While I touch myself.”
Maggie’s breath hitches. “That’s the basic idea, Danvers.”
“That would be… fun for you?”
Maggie’s eyes rake up and down Alex’s body and she takes a long, slow breath. “Yeah. Yeah, it definitely would.”
Alex’s voice is small when she answers, but god, is she sure.
“So what um… what were you thinking about? Or what do you want me to tell you about?”
Alex purses her lips and Maggie kisses her temple. “It’s okay, babe, we don’t have to – “
“I want you to tell me a fantasy you have. About us. I mean, if you have any, you don’t have to, it’s okay if you don’t, I – “
“Danvers, you want me to talk to you while you touch yourself for me or not?”
Alex hisses and Maggie grins.
“So um… that’s a yes?”
“Okay. You tell me if what I say isn’t hot for you, I can change it, okay? So um… sometimes I think about… uh… Fuck, um.”
Alex bites her lip for her, her eyes wide, her hips starting to move on her own fingers again, and it’s all the inspiration Maggie needs.
“Sometimes I think about having you strip for me, like you did the week after our first Valentine’s Day.”
“You liked that?” Alex asks breathlessly.
“God yeah. So I think about having you strip for me, in that little slip you have, dancing on me and… mmmm… Al, do you mind if I um… Can I – “
She gestures with her hand toward her own hips, and Alex squeaks. “Yes,” she pleads as Maggie grins and brings her hand down to her own boxers. She sighs with relief and lets her head drop back into the pillow before turning her face back to Alex.
To watch Alex.
“And I think about how I wanna bend you over the couch – color?”
“Green, fuck, Mags.”
“Excellent. So uh… I wanna bend you over the couch… our couch… and I don’t want you to strip completely. I wanna fuck you while you’re still wearing that little slip, while that black thong you have is still on.”
Alex whines at the rasp in Maggie’s voice, her hips rising and falling onto her hands quicker now, quicker and harder.
“I wanna slip my fingers inside you from behind – god I love how wet you get for me – do you wanna do that now, babe, do you wanna fuck yourself for me?”
Alex lifts her hips and pushes aside her underwear in answer, moaning out a sigh of relief when she feels how soaked Maggie’s already made her.
“Tell me what to do?” she asks, and Maggie shudders through a sharp groan.
“Slip two fingers at once inside yourself, babe, just like you like me to do to you.”
Alex whines and Alex thrashes, and Maggie slips her fingers into the slit of her own boxers.
“Damn it, Danvers,” she rasps, and Alex grins somewhat cockily through her Maggie-induced haze.
“What should I do next, Maggie?” she begs, and Maggie practically growls.
“Put your palm on your clit, babe, and bring your ass up for me if you want. Cuz you know, this is me fucking you bent over the couch, right?”
Alex’s eyes squeeze shut as she swallows a scream and she does as she’s told.
“More?” she begs, and her hips are starting to thrash erratically.
“You wanna slip another finger in, show me how tight you are for, babygirl?” Maggie asks, and Alex cums, wrecked and unraveled and unrestrained, before she can even obey.
Maggie puts her hand on Alex’s back while Alex works herself through her orgasm, Maggie’s name on her breathless lips.
“You are so fucking gorgeous, Alex Danvers,” Maggie tells her, and god, does she mean it.
“I’m sorry,” Alex whispers as soon as she has enough breath, and Maggie’s brow furrows in the depths of her confusion.
“What – “
“I came too soon, you weren’t done with your story or with… with yourself. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, Alex, no, no, babe, you never have to apologize for feeling pleasure, okay? That’s the point, that’s literally the point: you feeling good, okay? If that takes two minutes or three hours, if you wanna take all that time to cum once or to cum as many times as you can count, that’s okay. Everything you want is okay. And hot. Also hot. You’re very hot. Did I mention you’re hot? God, I sound like you.”
“Mmmm, are we gonna be that couple that starts talking like each other?”
Before I begin, I’m not counting anything that happens in season 8 as canon since that mess was created by new show-runners who didn’t understand or respect the characters.
Though what Hyde does toward the end of season 5 is in no way excusable, it isn’t in the same league as what Kelso does.
Kelso cheats on Jackie repeatedly (with Laurie, a girl from Sacred Heart, and a bunch of “random beach trash”) out of lust. He does this for months and constantly lies about it.
What Hyde does isn’t so much as cheat on Jackie as break-up with her by sleeping with that nurse. One person. Once. Out of anger and pain, not lust. And he tells Jackie about it immediately. Further, he accepts responsibility for it.
Hyde’s act is a passive-aggressive and indirect way of telling Jackie, “We’re done.” He has no intentions of stringing her along afterward. He could have been really malicious and lied about it, slept with a ton of other women, and kept Jackie as his girlfriend only to tell her, months later, “Hey, I’ve been cheating on you this whole time, same way you’ve been cheating on me with Kelso.” But he doesn’t.
If he hadn’t learned about Fez’s sex dream, he probably would’ve told Jackie, “I caught you and Kelso fooling around on the couch. Just wanna let you know I fooled around with a nurse last night, so we’re even – and we’re over.”
Kelso, on the other hand, continues sleeping with Jackie and claims monogamy while sleeping with Laurie (and that girl from Sacred Heart). He would’ve kept it going as long as he could have. And, as we know from “The Pill,” he doesn’t use condoms. I hope Jackie insisted after that episode that he do so because STD-city.
And once he is caught, he spends one week crying over her and attempting to get her back. Then he parades his relationship with Laurie in front her and lets Laurie burn her mercilessly. Adding insult to injury. It takes him months to take responsibility for what he’s done. Then, months later, he rescinds that apology and blames her for his behavior.
Moreover, when including everything else about Jackie and Kelso’s relationship vs. Jackie and Hyde’s relationship outside what broke each of those relationships up? It’s no contest.
During Kelso and Jackie’s relationship:
Kelso constantly “paws” at her for sex,
and she eventually “gives in” to make him shut up.
She wants him to hold her without sexual advances, but he’s just not willing to do it.
Jackie buys Kelso presents constantly,
and the money she gives him to get her presents, he spends on toys for himself.
Kelso uses her as a human shield.
He shoves her aside at their burnt-out middle school when the window slams shut and abandons her.
He intends to use her potential win for Miss Dairy Princess to get himself other women.
He strands her at work (several times) for various frivolous reasons, to watch cartoons.
The list goes on, but I’ve given enough examples. *lol*
gives Jackie safe place to sleep (in his cot) for weeks without sex being part of the equation.
He protects her from someone who could very well be a date-rapist (Chip).
He goes to jail in her place.
He takes her to Prom when a) he supposedly hates her and b) definitely hates proms, but he puts her needs above his own.
He generally supports her after she breaks up with Kelso for cheating.
He defends her against Kelso consistently.
He teaches her a very personal self-protection mechanism, which in effect makes him vulnerable to her.
He supports her against Eric.
He tries to protect her from Fez’s neediness (in “Jackie Moves On”).
He talks to Donna so that Jackie has a more permanent place to live.
He gives Jackie a very personal birthday present; he doesn’t have much, but he gives her what he can.
He teaches her how to play chess.
He engages her mind on a deep level.
He encourages and empowers her to be independent (“The Crunge”).
He often puts himself in uncomfortable situations to make her happy (“The Girl I Love,” “Christmas,” etc.).
Again, the list goes on, and these are plenty of good examples.
So, yes, Kelso and Hyde both screwed up. But, on the balance, Jackie and Hyde’s relationship is far more healthy than Jackie and Kelso’s ever was.
Summary: While talking in your sleep, you admit something to Steve that takes him off guard (Modern AU).
Word Count: 1,330
A/N: Here’s a fluffy Steve/Reader fic. Enjoy :)
Rubbing your eyes, you stumbled into the living room as you took a seat on the couch, nuzzling against Steve as he watched a movie. During the past couple of days, you’ve been staying up late to study for exams and finish countless projects that were due on finals week. While you managed to survive through the craziness, you were severely sleep-deprived and relied on coffee to stay awake.
A smile played on Steve’s features while he gazed at you, his arm casually draped around your waist. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?” You answered him with a yawn as he chuckled, trying to get you on your feet. “Come on, you need some rest.”