Note:
I know this prompt was from like sass starters, but I had 0 ideas for
something sassy. This is just fluff tbh! Feedback is appreciated!
Warren
sat at the edge of his bed, his wings rested at his sides, he was
shirtless and you’re trying your best not to freak out about the
large number of bruises starting to form around his skin from all the
hits he’s taken.
You’re sitting behind him as you attempt to find an easy place to put
your hands at the place where his wings exit from his back. This is
the first time he’s really let you do anything so close to his wings.
“You
really have to start being more careful.” You say, softly, hands
running along the span of his back as you watched him shiver, the
sensitive area of his wings getting the best of him as you carefully
slide your hands up, fingers gently kneading the skin of his
shoulders.
Warren
leans into your touch, his wings quivering at your touch as he
speaks, “You cannot fathom the immensity of the fuck I don’t
give. Especially if you’re gonna treat me like this every time I
take a hit.”
“You’re
an idiot.” You laugh, fingers sliding back down his back, hands
ghosting over the skin of his back before your arms pull away all
together. His wings make him look tough, but you’re sure there’s a
softness to them, you’ve never done more than accidentally graze them
when you’re both close to each other, he’s more than wary about you
touching the feathers like this because he’s so insecure about that
part of him.
Your
hand outstretches to the edge of his wings, but stops before you can
come in contact with the semi-dirty white feathers. Warren’s wings
can sense how close your hand is to touching them and Warren suddenly
speaks up, “You can touch them.”
You
swallow, hand finally moving an inch closer to them before you come
in contact with the bone of the wing, running your hands down the
edge as far as you can get it without moving. You go a step further
to let your hand fall down to the middle of the wing, hands raking
over the feathers as Warren attempts not to let loose a small whimper
but it escapes his mouth nevertheless. This was one of the main
reasons he didn’t want you touching them before this, because Warren
turned into a pile of mush when someone had their hands in his wings.
You
moved your hand back when you heard the noise coming from Warren’s
mouth, “Does that feel good?”
You
watched as Warren nodded his head, your fingers continuing to run
down along the feathers of his wing before moving your attention to
the other wing. You spent a good ten minutes running your hands along
the edge of his wings and over the feathers till Warren was puddy in
your hands. You stopped after your hands got back to his back as he
spoke up again. “You like them a lot, then?”
You
laughed as your head leaned forward to press a kiss against his
cheek, nodding your head enthusiastically, “I love them, I love you.” That was more
than enough reassurance for Warren to let you pamper him for the rest
of the night.
(A/N): I FUCKING LOVE WARREN TOO LIKE OH MY HEEEEELLLLLLL
Warnings: Nothing just cute warren fluffiness :3
Of motherfucking course the heater had broken. You were half tempted to chew Charles’ ass out because the heater was broken and it was the middle of winter. Not even your warmest clothes could keep the infernal cold out of your bones. And of course, it seemed every mutant had some form of power or ability to keep themselves warm. Except you, you were sitting under a giant mountain of fluffy blankets trying to get the least bit of warmth. Your teeth were chattering violently, and you were pretty sure your fingertips were purple. You snuggle deeper into the pile of blankets, searching for any source of warmth.
“Whatcha doin there?” The smug voice of Warren calls from the doorway.
“A-a-attempting t-to get w-warm,” You stutter as you pull a blanket around you tighter.
“There are better ways to get warm,” Warren wiggles his eyebrows playfully. Despite the cold you manage a small smile.
“I-In your w-wildest dreams w-warren.” He only chuckles as he pushes off the door and makes his way to you.
“Come on now,” He whispers playfully as he sits down beside you. “You know you want to-” He calls in a singsongy tone. You somehow manage to throw a pillow at him but immediately regret your decision when your hand meets the icy chill of your room. You yelp and immediately retract your hand back to your nest of somewhat warmth. “Okay, how bout this,” Suddenly you’re pulled from your nest and against an extremely warm chest. Two equally pair of warm arms wrap around you, keeping you as physically close as possible. “This okay?” Warren mumbles against your hair. Usually you would have playfully smacked him and tell him to go hit on some other girl but he was so warm and you were damn near freezing. You nod and without meaning to snuggle even closer.
You can feel Warren smile and you can’t help but blush. Here you were, sitting on Warren Worthington’s lap as he held you as close as he could to his chest. The feeling of his extremely warm body was comforting and almost lulled you to sleep. You sigh happily as your fingers idly trace over one of his many tattoos.
“You want to know something even warmer?” He asks quietly as he runs a hand over your hair. You merely hum, too content to break the quiet of the room. Suddenly, a soft, warm feeling enveloped you and it took you a moment to realize that Warren’s wings were wrapped around tightly. They felt airy but strong as the same time, soft and warm. You hum contently as you gently stroke the lines of his muscles.
A/N: I’ve been meaning to write for Warren for ages and this time an idea came to me so let me know what you think!
You walked into the old abandoned building looking around, it seemed empty but you weren’t sure that it was you could hear the quiet sobbing you walked towards one of the dark corners where you could see a body, you twisted your head to the side as you noticed the wings that seemed to wrap themselves around the body of the crying kid. “Hey, are you okay?” You asked your voice small. “Go away!” From that you got that there was a little boy behind those wings, you sat down in front of him and crossed your legs. “I like your wings.” You said softly and they moved to reveal a head of shaggy blonde hair and dull blue eyes. “What did you say?” He asked. “I-I like your wings.” You managed to say and he looked at you for a second you assumed he was trying to see if you were lying it wasn’t easy for mutants and you knew that even if you weren’t a mutant yourself.
From that day onward you hung out with the boy finding out that his name is Warren and that his parents had thrown him out the moment that his wings had pushed their way out of his body, you brought him food and stuff that you could without being noticed yourself, you didn’t want to expose Warren and force him to have to find somewhere else to stay.
Today when you walk in and you were faced with Warren who was drunk and had a few cuts on his body, you had no idea how that had happened and worried that it was your fault. “Warren?” You asked and he looked at you. “What are you doing here?” He asked and you frowned. “What do you mean. I’m always here.” You frowned but the moment that he properly looked at you, he shot towards you his wings spread out blocking out the remaining light of the day. “What are you doing here!? You’re nothing like me, you have a perfect life what the hell are you doing here with me!?” He asked and you shrunk back away from him, he made a sort of growling noise before grabbing the bottle on the table and leaning against the pillar, you wrote him a note telling him to make sure that he ate something before leaving and going home.
The next morning you got up and went to see Warren, you grabbed the first aid kit as you went remembering the cuts that littered his chest, you weren’t sure what was going to happen so you slowly walked into the building, you actually couldn’t see him anywhere, you heard shuffling and looked up to see that to see Warren laying on the rafters of the old building, you looked over at the table to see that there the food was gone “(Y/N)?” He asked looking down to see that it was you “you came back?” “Why wouldn’t I?” You asked and he sat up dropping off his platform and then walking over to you. He lifted your sleeves and frowned at the bruise forming on your wrist. “That nothing compared to whatever happened to you.” “Hm.” He hummed, you pointed to his chest and he looked down. “Let me clean those and then you can put on a shirt.” You said and showed him the first aid kit. “You remembered that from yesterday?” He asked and you smiled. “Sit down.” You ordered and he smirked. “Yes Ma’am.” He saluted and sat on the only chair in the building, you smiled as you came to stand between his legs looking down at the cuts and assessing them. “I don’t think any of them are deep enough to need stitches.” You mumbled and then started to clean all of the dried blood without knocking the scabs that had formed already. Warren’s hands lifted to rest on your waist. “Watch those hands.” “What if I don’t want to.” He mumbled moving your hands and then pulling you closer causing you to fall into his lap. “What do they call you?” You asked and he frowned looking up at you. That night you were given time to think about everything and the only place that he could have gotten those cuts was from the Mutant Fight Club thing that you heard people talking about. "What do they call you?“ this time you run your finger over the healing cuts and he sighed. “Angel.” He answered softly, you looked at him and smiled. “I like that.” You said just as softly as you leaned forward and kissed his forehead and he sighed leaning his head against your chest and closing his eyes as your hands through his hair.
You trudged up to your room, sighing with every step you took. It had been a long, horrible day. And on top of it all, you hadn’t seen your boyfriend Warren all day. You just wanted to crash in your bed and sleep for a thousand years.
You shoved your door open, frowning when you saw a lump in your bed.
“What the hell… Warren?”
You recognized your boyfriend turning around sleepily, his blonde hair ruffled. He jerked upright when he saw you, your blanket sliding down his bare chest.
“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
“I got back from a mission and lost the key to my own room, so I kind of fell asleep in your bed.” Warren rubbed the back of his neck, giving you an apologetic look.
“It’s okay,” you sighed, rubbing your eyes tiredly.
“Hey, are you okay?” Warren frowned, sitting on the edge of your bed, your blanket still tangled around his legs.
“Yeah, it was just a long day.” You looked down at your hands, twisting your fingers together.
“Well, at least you can relax with your hot boyfriend now,” Warren said. You grinned, laughing softly.
“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you just crack a smile for me?” Warren asked cheekily. You shook your head, motioning towards the door.
“Can you get out my bed?”
“Come over here and make me.” Warren quirked up an eyebrow, giving you a smile that made your stomach flip over. You walked over, Warren reaching up to pull you into his lap. You kissed him deeply, your hands coming to rest on his cheeks. He slowly laid down, keeping you on top of him. His wings wrapped around you, settling you into his arms.
“You can stay,” you murmured, falling asleep almost immediately. Warren pressed a soft kiss to your temple, letting his eyes close as he fell asleep too.
Parings: Warren Worthington iii x Reader Notes: “big bad (even though he’s really just a cuddly teddybirb) Warren Birb actually being terrified of scary movies and cuddling up to his s/o then wanting them to sleep with him, totally not to protect him from monsters or anything, he’s a tough bird, he’s not terrified of that sound nor is he clinging to reader like the anti-Christ is outside his window” Warnings: None, just fluff Word Count: 458
“Are you sure that you’re okay, baby?”
No joke, you were pretty sure that this boy had asked this at least five times in the last ten minutes. Despite Warrens bad boy, ‘look at me the wrong way and I’ll kill you’ exterior, he was actually such a big teddy bear. Also, though he may seem fearless with those piercing eyes and his tough body-language, he got scared quiet easily, though he didn’t show his fright very often. But tonight was definitely one of those nights.
“You’re the one who wanted me to sleep in here, Warren,” You sighed as you climbed on to his mattress, pulling the covers out from under you and sitting on the cool sheets. “not the other way around.”
Warrens wings bristled behind him as he crossed his arms over his bare chest, a playful glare set on his face as he walked over to turn the light off. It was pitch black within a few seconds, and you snuggled deeper into the bed as you closed your eyes. Though when a heavy weight suddenly fell on top of you, your eyes snapped open and you sat up as strong arms wrapped around your waist.
“Do you want the lights on, Warren?” You questioned with another sigh, turning your body to face your boyfriend, only to be brought close to him. “No, I’m not scared, you are.” Warren denied as he held you close to his chest, his wings cocooning you in a veil of warmth as he buried his face into your neck.
“You sure? I can always turn the lamp on.”
“Leave it off,” Warren mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to the base of your neck as you wrapped your arms around him. “I’ll be perfectly fine, I just wanna make sure that you’re—”
A scratch against the window suddenly cut him off, and you noticed at once all of the muscles in his body tense in fright. The grip that he had on you tightened significantly, making you choke out a small gasp and repeatedly slap his bicep, making his grip loosen just a bit. The feathers on his wings ruffled against your exposed neck, the feeling making you shiver as you turned to your scared boyfriend with a glare, and he grinned at you apologetically.
“Let go of me.”
“No.”
“I can’t breath.”
“I don’t—”
“Warren Kenneth Worthington!” You threw your arms, with much difficulty, into the air as you tired to shimmy your way out of Warrens arms. Eventually your feet hit the wooden floorboards, and you dashes towards the nearest lap, turning it on immediately. The dim light shone throughout the room, making the glare on your face deepen with the shadows.
who’s the cuddler: Alex. Both boys like to have some kind of physical contact with you or each other most of the time for reassurance etc, but when Alex gets even a little sleepy, he’s basically draping himself all over you and Warren
who makes the bed: You do, and you definitely complain about how they never help you out with it
who wakes up first: Alex for sure. He likes to go running in the mornings Warren could sleep till late afternoon if he really wanted to
who has the weird taste in music: Warren listens to what you and Alex affectionately refer to as ‘pretentious indie bullshit’ as well as his classic rock stuff
who is more protective: Alex gets very protective in terms of ‘if you so much as think about insulting either of them I will Go Off on you’, but Warren gets jealous most easily because he’s not used to having the good things in his life last and he’s easily worried about whether he actually matters to you and Alex
who sings in the shower: You do, and they both think it’s the cutest thing
who cries during movies: You, and the second you so much as sniffle or even hint at maybe being a little bit emotional about the movie, one or both (usually both) of the boys will have you wrapped up in their arms because hey, you might not actually be that sad, but they’ll jump at any excuse to cuddle you
who spends the most while out shopping: Warren would spend a totally ridiculous amount on you and Alex if you didn’t forcibly reign his spending in
who kisses more roughly: Most of the time, Warren likes to be in control of the kisses, only relinquishing his dominance when he’s 1) very very sleepy or 2) subbing for Alex
who is more dominate: Warren but he’s a switch for Alex and only Alex. Ask @kurtwxgners or me to talk about it, we have a lot to say on the subject ;)))
my rating of the ship from 1-10: 1000000000000000000
omg pleaseeee make 1 and 5 for warren ❤ btw love your blog! thankyouuuuu have a nice day!”
1: “Come over here and make me.”
5: “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
Warnings: I guess some flirting, kinda suggestive?
A/N: So… apparently (spoilers) Barb did die in Stranger Things??? Ugh I loved her so much #BarbDeservedBetter2k16 omg
You had your homework balanced on your knees, your pencil out and ready to work through some math problems. Your boyfriend, Warren, was lounging next to you, lazily spinning a basketball on his finger as you worked.
“Hey, do you know the answer to problem 12?” you asked, sighing frustratedly as you got the wrong answer again.
Warren chuckled, letting the ball fall into his hands. “I am not good at math. I have no idea.”
“Maybe Jean would know,” you murmured, twisting your pencil between your fingers in thought.
“Trouble with math?”
You looked up to see Peter standing over your shoulder, his usual cocky grin on his face.
“Maybe. I just don’t understand how to solve this problem. Do you know?” you gave Peter a hopeful look. Peter shrugged.
“I got out of school a long time ago. I forgot all about math as soon as I left, sweetheart,” Peter quipped, grinning. You heard a huff from Warren at the nickname, rolling your eyes at the young blonde mutant.
“Very helpful, Peter,” you said, blowing out a frustrated breath. You wrote down the beginning of the problem for the like hundredth time, but no matter how you looked at it, it just didn’t make sense.
“I swear to God,” you muttered, erasing the problem viciously.
“Hey, you’ll get it,” Peter said. “You’re smart.”
You quirked up an eyebrow at him. “Am I?”
“Yes. And rather beautiful, may I add.”
You shook your head at his antics, Peter running off in a silver streak soon after.
“I can’t believe him,” Warren muttered.
“What?” you spun around to face him, biting your lip at the scowl on Warren’s face.
“Wait a minute, are you jealous?” you asked incredulously.
“No,” Warren said, refusing to meet your eyes.
“Come on… You know I wouldn’t leave you for Peter, right? He’s like ten years older than me, it’d be weird,” you said. Warren shrugged, his wings ruffling at your words.
“You can tell me,” you said, resting your chin in your hand. “Are you jealous he was flirting with me?”
Warren didn’t answer, but a blush slowly crept up his cheeks, betraying him.
“You know you are,” you grinned, noticing his red cheeks. “Just tell me.”
“Come over here and make me,” Warren said, his voice growing rougher as he spoke, sending a thrill of tingles down your spine.
“If I must.” You got up, walking over to your boyfriend with slow, deliberate steps. You put your hands on the arms of his chair, leaning in close. Your nose bumped his, his breaths becoming uneven as you looked him right in the eye.
“Are you jealous?” you asked again. Warren sighed. “Maybe. He always flirts with you, I don’t know…”
“That’s just Peter. He flirts with everybody.” You leaned in, letting your lips brush his lightly. “I only flirt with you.”
“Really?” Warren gave you a quick kiss, you pulling away quickly. Warren pulled a disgruntled face as you did.
“I’ve gotta finish my math,” you apologized.
“Well, hurry up. I’ll be in my room,” Warren said, flashing you his trademark smirk. You felt your cheeks heat up. God, did you love him.
You turned back to your homework, that one problem staring right at you menacingly. And man, did math suck.
Florist/Tattoo Artist AU based off of this and this from the incomprable @voguethranduil who is the Absolute Best™ and deserves the world
Warren Worthington iii x Reader (everyone is human and happy and yay flowers) (this is so long wtf brain)
You own a small flower shop in upstate New
York and it’s doing pretty well
The lot next to yours has been empty for a while
Jean and Kurt moved their bakery to a
bigger location with better kitchen space, and when they come by for a chat
they bring cupcakes
You send them on their way with flowers (daisies
for cheer and yellow carnations as a fuck you for leaving) (flower symbolism
makes you happy and you think you’re hilarious)
One day, a ‘sold’ sign appears in the
window and then a few days later you arrive to open up for the morning and
large moving truck is parked outside
You can hear Metallica playing from inside
the truck and there’s a new sign by the door reading ‘Four Horsemen Tattoos’
and you have to supress a groan because it doesn’t exactly look like the kind
of place that’ll boost your business and you think regretfully of Jean and Kurt’s
picturesque bakery, now firmly entrenched in the next neighbourhood over
BUT THEN two guys climb out of the moving
truck and they’re both covered in tattoos, and one of them has a Mohawk and
facial tattoos and yeah they look like trouble, but there’s something about
their particular brand of trouble that makes you a little weak at the knees,
and then the one with the Mohawk looks over at you and smirks and your knees
are definitely weak now
You flee to the safety of your shop where
you try (and fail) not to think about your new neighbours all day
The day they officially open you bring them
flowers as a gift (cattail and wisteria for prosperity and welcoming)
When you enter the shop, the one with the Mohawk,
whose name you find out is Warren, is at the desk and looks up when you enter
and w o w you did not expect his eyes to be that blue or for him to look so
damn good up close
And then he smiles and you actually have to
focus on not collapsing, and maybe he seems a little flustered, but you don’t
notice because hey, you are too
He twists round and shouts for the other
guy to come introduce himself and the other guy from the truck comes through
from a back room, followed by a new guy, with darker hair and you meet Alex and
his brother Scott, who’s working there for the summer
A couple days later, Jean and Kurt come by
to say hello, and they tell you about Peter, the new guy they hired to do
deliveries for the bakery you tell them all about your new neighbours
Jean asks you what you think of them,
eyebrow arched mischievously and you definitely
don’t flush a little and she laughs
at you and Kurt looks a little confused, but doesn’t push it
And when they’re leaving, so is Scott, and
Jean actually stops, and then it’s your turn to laugh at her because ‘do you
want me to introduce you? You’re staring’
Over the next few weeks you strike up an
easy friendship with your new neighbours
You take turns getting each other coffee
from the little shop up the road
They close later than you, so sometimes if
it’s a slow night for them, you hang out in the shop for a while, chatting with
them
You can feel yourself acquiring the
smallest of crushes on Warren (okay it isn’t all that small but jfc he’s
stunning) but more than that, you genuinely enjoy his company and you find
yourself making excuses to be in the shop while he’s around, and maybe he seems
to be making reasons to visit you in your shop, but you try not to read into it
And Scott thinks he’s subtle but whenever
Jean and Kurt come round, he finds a excuse to head over to your shop so he can
talk to Jean and when he leaves you tease her mercilessly
It’s summer, and it’s sweltering (you had
all your outside stock covered by canopies and had to find ways to bribe
yourself to actually go out and tend to them)
But Warren just came down from clearing off
the roof/gutters and his shirt is not actually on his body, but held loosely in
his hand as he leans in a window to talk to Alex and your mouth is suddenly dry
and it has nothing to do with the heat
And that’s how you learn Warren has huge
wings tattooed across his back and shoulders and that you are wayyy more attracted
to your neighbour than you tried to tell yourself you were
And one day it’s late and you’re in the
tattoo parlour and Alex and Scott left a couple of hours ago, so it’s just you
and Warren and you’re standing just outside the door, enjoying the slightly
cooler evening as he finishes locking up
You’re looking at the stars, trying to find
constellations, and you feel him move to stand beside you
You sort of lean on him a little and point
up, gesturing to a grouping ‘I think that’s Orion’s Belt’ and he hums in
agreement and you’re still looking at the stars but you feel his gaze on you
So you look up at him and o h he’s so very
close and suddenly his arms are tight around your waist and his mouth is on
yours and he’s kissing you and you’re kissing him back and nothing else matters
When he pulls back he’s got this happy
little smile on his face and your breathing is definitely shaky and he’s still
so close
‘Go out with me’ ‘Yes’ ‘Tomorrow. Let me
make you dinner.’
And he does and it’s perfect and he’s
perfect and you want to exist in your bubble of perfection forever and everyone
is merciless in teasing you two but they’re also thrilled because ‘God you’re idiots,
you both had it SO BAD since, like, the moment you laid eyes on each other’
You start saying ‘I love you’ through
flowers w e e k s before you actually say it out loud (bellflowers and
forget-me-nots, red chrysanthemums and gardenia), leaving them in a vase in his
apartment
And one day you’re both lying on the couch
and you’re kind of dozing, kind of watching TV and then
‘Most flowers have meanings right?’ ‘Yeah,
most do’ ‘What do these ones mean?’
And he points to the small bunch on the
coffee table and you flush a little ‘They, uh, they mean I love you’ and there’s
a pause and then he’s twisting you slightly in his arms and kissing you
absolutely breathless ‘I love you too’
Has a VERY sensitive spot on his wings that will 100% make him cum if you rub it just right.
He makes the hottest noises…moans, groans, general breathiness.
Is a very attentive lover.
Will eat you out so that you’re seeing stars.
Like he looks up at you through his lashes, your hands are grasping at his curls and he’s just making you fall apart in such a sinful manner while looking like the angel he is.
Gets turned on if you wear his leather jacket.
Once you wore it with literally nothing underneath but black lingerie and he almost lost his shit.
Will press kisses onto your neck as he pounds into you.
A/N: It’s (was) my birthday and I can write whatever I damn well please and it pleases me to write shameless, nauseatingly sweet fluff for my boyfriends. @kurtwxgners back me up here.
The sun is just barely starting to light up
the horizon as you blink blearily awake, glancing around in a half-asleep haze.
You can’t see the clock, but the dim glow out the window means you can stay in
bed awhile longer. The mattress dips slightly under your weight as you try to
roll over without waking the boys still sleeping on either side of you. The
small movement rouses Alex, the lightest sleeper of the three of you and he drowsily
reaches for you, arm winding over your waist and pulling you in close to him.
You bring a hand up to brush his hair away from his face, fingertips skimming
briefly over his jaw as a soft smile tugs at your lips.
“Hi baby,” you whisper, carding a hand
gently through his hair. Alex gives you a small smile in return, leaning in to
kiss you softly as his arms tighten around you.
“Morning beautiful.” He glances around
briefly, frowning bemusedly at the faint glow of the horizon. “What time is
it?” He asks, the look of confusion on his face making you giggle, because your
boyfriend really is adorable when he’s mostly asleep.
“It’s still early,” you reply quietly,
mindful of Warren still fast asleep on your other side. “Go back to sleep for a
while. You’ve had a long week.” As you finish your sentence, Alex yawns
suddenly as if emphasising your point and you can’t stop the laugh that escapes
you. The disruption rouses Warren, and you feel him shift in closer to you,
tucking his head against the side of your neck as Alex shifts the arm over your
waist to rest over Warren’s side as well, fingertips brushing over his wings.
“I was sleeping,” Warren mumbles
petulantly, his voice muffled against your skin. “It’s basically the middle of
the night, why are you both awake?” he complains and you laugh again, rolling
onto your back so you can pull him in to rest his head on your shoulder.
“We’re sorry baby, we’ll be quiet. We don’t
have anywhere to be so we can all go back to sleep, okay?” You reply, one hand
coming up to brush through his curls, making him smile drowsily as he presses
closer to you, one of his wings fluttering briefly before draping over the
three of you.
“Sounds good to me,” he says, already half
asleep again. Alex moves so he can rest his head on your other shoulder,
pressing a soft kiss to your clavicle as he cuddles in closer to your side,
reaching over to wind his fingers through Warren’s where his hand is resting on
your waist. They’re both fast asleep in seconds, and a fond smile spreads
across your face as you look down at them. Mornings like this where no one has
anywhere to be are rare for the three of you, and whenever one comes about,
spending your free time just sleeping in, tangled up in one another, is your
favourite thing to do. It doesn’t take you long to fall asleep again either, warm
and comfortable and utterly content wrapped safely in the arms of your
favourite boys.
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