#Two Seater Sofa Bed

[freshupmattressesindia]

5 Key Considerations When Choosing a 2 Seater Sofa Bed

Any investment you make in your life, whether big or small should be carefully considered. You cannot just put your hard-earned money on something that won’t serve the purpose, including a 2 Seater Sofa Bed . we shall discuss with you the top 5 considerations to make before choosing a Two Seater Sofa Bed.

[moonstruckme]

Hi Mae! First of all, congratulations on your 7k!

For the bake sale, could you please write “³¹⁾ three people sat on a two-seater sofa” with wolfstar x reader, please?

Thank you!!

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 790 words

There are lots of things to love about your new apartment. It’s charming, not too expensive, almost perfectly equidistant between your work and the boys’. Remus is really pleased about the in-unit washer and dryer, and Sirius is obsessed with the kitchen backsplash. But you think your favorite part is this view. 

You have a TV but you’d argue you hardly need it, what with the spellbinding appeal of your own sitting room window. You have your legs crossed on the loveseat, your knee spilling over Remus’ thigh while both of you sip coffee and watch the sun rise over the sidewalk. 

Yours is a quaint neighborhood, far enough from the hustle and bustle of town that you still have trees and quiet but close enough that you get to see people walking by. With the new chill in the air it’s a fun time to people watch. Remus enjoys it nearly as much as you do. 

“Fucking hell, there he goes again,” murmurs Remus, frowning at the man running on the sidewalk down below. 

“Do you think he owns a longer pair of shorts?” you wonder. 

“I don’t see how he can survive the winter without one.” 

“That girl looks like she’s freezing her tits off.” 

Remus hums. “It’s one of those days. Bring a jacket and you might end up carrying it around all afternoon, but don’t and in the morning you’ll suffer for it.” 

“Maybe her guy friend will lend her his.” 

“Likely. He’s more interested in putting his arm around her. He’s not going to give up that chance.” 

“Wouldn’t he want the gentleman points for giving her his jacket, though?”

“That would be the smart choice, but he doesn’t strike me as a smart bloke. She can do better, I think.” 

You blow on your coffee, letting the steam blow back onto your face. “I bet by the time he walks her home, she’s got his jacket.” 

You hear the groan of the bedsprings, and then a human one louder than that. A minute later Sirius is padding into the sitting room with your comforter drawn around his shoulders. His eyes look half open. 

“How could you do this to me?” he whines. 

“Morning, love,” Remus says placidly as Sirius crawls over the arm of your loveseat, spilling onto Remus’ lap and wriggling his way over until his head lies in the nest of your crossed legs. He turns his face into your stomach, the picture of tortured misery. 

“What are you both doing up?” 

“I was awake,” you explain. 

“And I wanted coffee,” says Remus.

“There was no need to abandon me like this,” Sirius goes on as if neither of you have spoken. His voice pitches with a yawn. “It’s Saturday, you masochists.”

You hold your mug in one hand to put the other in his hair. This seems to mollify him somewhat. He pushes his face harder into your tummy, making a disgruntled whining sound. 

“Would you like some coffee?” you ask him. 

“Coffee is only a balm for having to get out of bed, which neither of you had to do, because it’s Saturday.” 

“But now that you’re out of bed, would you like some?” 

“Yes, please.” 

You ease out from under him. You top yourself off and make Sirius’ the way you both like it, with copious amounts of cream and sugar. When you get back he’s taken your spot, so you pass him his cup and sit half on his lap, squished between him and the armrest. 

You’d have a bigger couch if the room allowed for it. Instead, you’ve put a chair along the wall that Remus usually prefers to sit in, but he doesn’t seem inclined to move now and you don’t want him to. You derive more contentment than is reasonable from all of you smushing together like this, touchy and close in a way that’d be awkward if there weren’t so much love between you. 

“Is that very comfortable?” Remus looks over at you, concerned. “Why don’t you come sit over here, sweetheart?” 

“I’ve got her just fine,” Sirius argues, adjusting so that you’re entirely on his lap, his arm possessively around your waist. 

You turn agreeably, pivoting until you’re sitting sideways with your back against the armrest. Remus pulls your feet into his lap. 

“There he goes again,” you say, looking out the window. Both of your boyfriends follow your gaze. 

“Bloody hell.” Sirius’ face screws up like his coffee is bitterer than he’d expected. “Are those children’s shorts?” 

“This is what you’re treated to when you wake up,” Remus teases. “Not worth it. And now that I know you’re out here ogling men that aren’t me, I’m tying you both to the bed.”

[scealaiscoite]

⋆˚࿔ one hundred paired prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

¹⁾ a pot of fresh coffee and split knuckles

²⁾ orange peels and a car battery

³⁾ sand dunes and leather boots

⁴⁾ a printer and a knife

⁵⁾ incense and handcuffs

⁶⁾ a crushed velvet sofa and a video camera

⁷⁾ stale cigarettes and cotton candy

⁸⁾ loose change and headlights

⁹⁾ grey hairs and a gold belt buckle

¹⁰⁾ burnt coffee and grass stains

¹¹⁾ cherry cola and blue jeans

¹²⁾ chipped green nail polish and an empty dinner table

¹³⁾ a stack of paperwork and metal music

¹⁴⁾ a patchwork quilt and sweet tea

¹⁵⁾ a hockey sweater and a two-seater sofa

¹⁶⁾ perfume oil and rolled up shirtsleeves

¹⁷⁾ fallen leaves and guilt

¹⁸⁾ radio channels and a birthday card

¹⁹⁾ ravens and meadowsweet

²⁰⁾ apologies and bitter red wine

²¹⁾ library books and pouring rain

²²⁾ a breathalyser and popcorn

²³⁾ princess plasters and iodine

²⁴⁾ a tote bag with one broken strap and a winding staircase

²⁵⁾ a parasol and a tumbler of straight whiskey

²⁶⁾ fresh honey and a cult

²⁷⁾ wisdom teeth and blue eyes

²⁸⁾ sour cherries and a stolen hoodie

²⁹⁾ the flu and a heatwave

³⁰⁾ a boonie hat and a sunset

³¹⁾ vanilla perfume and a kitchen counter

³²⁾ a buffalo skull and a leather armchair

³³⁾ a throw pillow and a doorway

³⁴⁾ pink fluffy handcuffs and an unexpected guest

³⁶⁾ a package and a divorce

³⁷⁾ a stripper pole and a hangover

³⁸⁾ familiar cologne and a black eye

³⁹⁾ a lit candle and a snowstorm

⁴⁰⁾ an unsealed letter and a fallen pine tree

⁴¹⁾ headlights and footprints

⁴²⁾ a blocked number and traffic lights

⁴³⁾ a racesuit and a countdown

⁴⁴⁾ a butcher’s apron and a phonecall

⁴⁵⁾ battered comic books and a broken window

⁴⁶⁾ cold floorboards and a roommate

⁴⁷⁾ smooth vermouth and gold rings

⁴⁸⁾ a lip piercing and a rough hand

⁴⁹⁾ someone’s spare room and an eclipse

⁵⁰⁾ a game of mahjong and bad jazz music

⁵¹⁾ a jigsaw puzzle and a mortuary

⁵²⁾ a broke-up sidewalk and a knitted scarf

⁵³⁾ a poundshop wig and broken glass

⁵⁴⁾ a bunk bed and a crush

⁵⁵⁾ a red ink tattoo and a dinner gone cold

⁵⁶⁾ a warm palm and a flannel shirt

⁵⁷⁾ fresh basil and a half-empty bottle of arrack

⁵⁸⁾ a nightclub bathroom and smeared eyeliner

⁵⁹⁾ a busted lip and strawberry icecream

⁶⁰⁾ a floral-patterned dress and a looming balcony

⁶¹⁾ peach pits and a pressed shirt collar

⁶²⁾ a white mercedes and cheap perfume

⁶³⁾ a fwb and a housekey

⁶⁴⁾ a blue sarong and a fingertip tracing over a scar

⁶⁵⁾ a sauna room and a terse exchange

⁶⁶⁾ fried plantains and a briefcase

⁶⁷⁾ dried lavender and a tiled bathtub

⁶⁸⁾ a hotel room and a bouquet of lilies

⁶⁹⁾ sweet mango lassi and a suitcase

⁷⁰⁾ orange streetlights and a nightmare

⁷¹⁾ a crucifix and a thigh tattoo

⁷²⁾ a palm tattoo and the thrum of a heartbeat

⁷³⁾ a champagne room and a police siren

⁷⁴⁾ blue nitrile gloves and a hickey

⁷⁵⁾ a double-wide trailer and shotgun shells

⁷⁶⁾ stitches and pyjama shorts

⁷⁷⁾ karaoke and a snowdrift

⁷⁸⁾ an older man and a twin bed

⁷⁹⁾ chinese takeout and a graveyard

⁸⁰⁾ wet clothes and ambulance sirens

⁸¹⁾ carbolic soap and a creaking staircase

⁸²⁾ an undercover assignment and wrung hands

⁸³⁾ the back seat of a limousine and bustling night streets

⁸⁴⁾ a steamed-up bathroom and cold floorboards

⁸⁵⁾ a grand prix and a breakup

⁸⁶⁾ a third place trophy and a picture frame

⁸⁷⁾ the last slice of birthday cake and crossed legs

⁸⁸⁾ squashed raspberries and heated cheeks

⁸⁹⁾ pink lipgloss and brass knuckles

⁹⁰⁾ a ghost mask and a late visit

⁹¹⁾ loose bullets and slashed tires

⁹²⁾ a tactical belt and patterned bedsheets

⁹³⁾ a goaltender’s stick and a lonely walk home

⁹⁴⁾ a dog bed and a migraine

⁹⁵⁾ lit billboards and a floor-length gown

⁹⁶⁾ a divebar negroni and a game of pool

⁹⁷⁾ olive trees at harvest time and divorce papers

⁹⁸⁾ a caviar bump and vanilla coke

⁹⁹⁾ a whale tail and pantsuit

¹⁰⁰⁾ legs thrown into a lap and calloused hands

[ynbabe]

Come Through ୨୧ George Russell x Rockstar! Reader

Is rockstar the right word? idk I just know bro is crazy bts, the white boy with Excel persona is fooling NO ONE Georgie boy. Also, Reader has vibes of the Weekend song, hence the fic name.

Lando thinks it's all a joke. He hadn't been crying, screaming and manifesting for the past three years only for his celebrity crush to be dating someone else, another driver that too.

"WHO-" He yells as he storms into Max's room, where most of the drivers had collected, they hadn't decided but they all just gravitated towards the blonde with sweet blue eyes who listened to the vent and gave the best hugs, "AFTER ALL WE WENT THROUGH- WHO IS DATING Y/N L/N?"

All eyes were on him, Max lying on his bed, Charles, Carlos and Daniel with him. Lance, Esteban and Pierre were on the sofa, playing FIFA on Max's PS5, George and Alex were sharing the smaller two-seater, Zhou and Yuki were passing a tennis ball to each other and Logan and Oscar were sleeping, cuddling close on the floor surrounded by pillows, but were now woken up by Landos yelling.

"Lando stop screaming," Charles yelled back.

"No," he simply replied and made his way to the bed where he jumped on top of Carlos and Daniel, the older of whom groaned and grumbled something about his back, but Lando didn't care, he pushed his phone in Max's face, blurring his face in Carlos's neck.

xoxof1

xoxof1 Y/n l/n an infamous British rockstar most famous for her multiple dating scandals and most recently an arrest is rumoured to date a F1 driver.

username MOTHER WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE 😭😭😭

username girl... knowing her it's like Lewis or someone

username fr like hasn't she 'dated' a dozen older guys not to mention her record with women username girl why are you hating like a man, she's iconic and we all know it

username just lost my wife to a vroom-vroom man no one talk to me

Max began laughing, looking up from the post to the distraught Lando currently getting his hair played with by Carlos.

"Mate, I don't think you're her type," he threw the phone back to the whining boy.

"Yeah? And how would you know? I look exactly like Edward!" He pointed to the bassist of the band you were a part of.

"Kelly loves her music..." he muttered, looking away much to the younger man's amusement.

"HAH!" He shrieked, "SHE'S NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND ANYMORE!!" He laughed to which Carlos pushed his head down, eliciting an 'oomph'.

"I've been told many times," Max muttered to himself and turned to Lando to hear the rest of his rant, though loud and fast, the boy was the best source of entertainment they had.

"Max, look at her band, she's so coooool," he groaned, passing the phone to him again.

Cupidd

Cupidd THANK YOU LA!! We'll be back with 'young, numb and brunette' after this short break!!

y/nl/n My old man said I had to be in Shangai this weekend 🫡 but trust- I will be back to piss y'all off with Eddie asap

edwrdnotcllen MY WIFE HAS LEFT ME FOR A TWINK HELP y/nl/n shut up Eddie your the twinkiest twink I know username I love that they have had multiple partners in the past yet still always call each other husband and wife username I pity her boyfriend 😭 imagine having to compete with a man who looks like Edward

username SHES GOING TO A RACE????

username nooooo pls my parents

username girl they have never dated, both y/n and Edward have had multiple partners and relationships with men and women in the past. Leave them alone, they're adults username FOUND Y/N'S BFS ALT GUYS!!!

"She's coming to China?" Max asked no one in particular but Lando took it as an invitation to freak out.

"Bro please, please, please let me win this one, I'll owe you forever, bro please," Lando tried his puppy eyes on Max but Max jumped out of bed calling his girlfriend, walking out the room trying his best to convince the older woman to not attend the race.

"I have so much work to do," Lando gasped and followed Max out the room.

The race was one to remember, with Max winning but George a close second and Lando barely a tenth away on the third.

He hadn't been able to find the girl anywhere but at least he got points for the team. He went to the McLaren team party and forgot about the other celebration taking place.

xoxof1

xoxof1 The unexpected couple have been revealed in a series of leaked pictures of the private f1 party after the driver George Russell had a podium finish for his Shangai race.

username Mr.Russell I was unaware of your rizz, forgive me sir.

username WHITE MAN DOES IT IN ONE DAY 😭😭😭

landonorris When i catch you george when I catch you

username LANDO??? username he's one of ussssss username bbg you get me 😮‍💨 in ways no man ever has

George woke up with the worst headache he ever had in his life, he was sure he'd never get over this hangover but then he saw y/n next to him, hair tussled wearing the white shirt he was wearing last night.

"Y/n, darling, wake up," he pressed a kiss on her shoulder.

"mmhm," the woman groaned, turning to the blonde next to her and kissing him, the taste of vodka still fresh in her mouth.

She melted into his touch as he deepened the kiss, " Mornin' G," she whispered to him, voice hoarse from the night before.

He smiled in return, placing one last kiss on the corner of her lips. She searched around for her phone, finding it fallen amongst their haphazardly discarded clothes and opened Instagram to thousands of notifications.

She was used to it by now, it was quite fun.

y/nl/n

y/nl/n If I speak... @/georgerussell

edwrdnotcllen @/yn/ln you are so welcome for not squealing as soon as I knew

y/nl/n girl you asked me if you could kiss him after??? edwrdnotcllen And I still am?? username WHAT-

username I just know Lando is fuming rn

username y'all need a third? a dog? a maid?

username it should be me instead of him!!!

username god I see what you've done for others 😭

"Darling, did you post-" George had just begun but his room was rudely broken into, running in he saw a hyper papaya-coloured blur followed by a very hungover Max Verstappen.

Lando gasped looking at the woman next to George, screeching at an inhuman pitch, "HOW'D THIS PIECE OF VANILLA FRAPPUCCINO WOO HER??!?!?" He pointed at Y/n, making the woman laugh.

George offended, scoffed at the boy, "Well if you must know, I met her at Nando's party-" he was cut off once again, this time by the Dutch man.

"That makes sense actually," he said and immediately grabbed Lando by the collar and dragged him out, "Sorry guys!" he yelled after himself.

"I like your friends," Y/n said smirking making the taller man blush and push the woman slightly, before collapsing back into bed, making a silent promise of never trying to out-drink the woman again.

[clementinegreye]

safer dreams

spencer reid x fem!bau!reader ||

summary: it's not easy to keep someone safe in your nightmares, something Spencer knows all too well.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: fluff || there was only one bed || brief talks of CM themes (nothing graphic)

Exhaling slowly and processing what she could see in front of her, she let out a small huff of frustration. Her feet ached and her back felt tense from the day. The team had pinned down their current Unsub’s geographical profile which had led them on a tense chase which, had it not been for Spencer’s quick trigger finger, might have ended with her meeting a bullet.

After such an intense case the team had decided to stay the night in a local motel and hit the runway early in the morning. Hotch had insisted, they all needed a night to rest and decompress before they had to go back and meet the paperwork waiting for them in Virginia.

All she wanted was to crawl into bed and rest her muscles. But of course, nothing ever happened that smoothly. There hadn’t been enough rooms for everyone at the motel, meaning everyone had to double up. It wasn’t something they hadn’t done before, and over the phone, the motel owner had promised the rooms all had twin beds.

The day had been exhausting, and now she realised after taking in the room in front of her that she had another problem to deal with.

Spencer let the door shut behind him as he came up behind her. Letting his go bag drop to the floor with a light thud. He flexed his fingers allowing the circulation to come back to where the straps of his bag had cut it off.

‘What’s wron… Oh,’ His own eyes caught the layout of the hotel room and landed on exactly what caused his co-worker’s reaction.

The room was small, the door to the bathroom tucked into the corner to the left of the entrance, there was no room for a desk or table but they’d squeezed in a small two-seater sofa. The burgundy plush carpet radiated the warm glow from the bedside lights and cast the room in a cosy ambience. But there was a problem, clearly just a miscommunication with the booking.

One bed.

‘I’ll go back to the front desk; I swear Hotch told me the motel owner told him earlier that there were twin beds for the team.’ He knew it was simply a case of human error. A case of mixed-up keys and booking information. It really wasn’t a big deal, so why did it feel like such a big deal?

‘Spence, we knew we already had to double up, and they had a no vacancies sign.’ She sighed, allowing her feet to travel across the carpet to the other side of the room. ‘It’s fine.’

‘Maybe they gave us the wrong room, I’m sure they can swap…’ His reasoning was futile, he didn’t need to be a genius to realise there was no negotiating with a no vacancies sign. It was almost like he was trying to talk himself down from a ledge, trying to make sense in his mind the panic he was feeling rising in his chest.

‘It’s almost 2 am. If it was a mistake, I’m sure the couple who have our twin beds are fast asleep.’ She had her back to him, facing the small sofa.

She dropped her own go bag on the blush cushion and stretched her arms above her head. The movement caused her shirt to rise just enough that a sliver of her back hit the light, showing two distinct dimples at the bottom of her spine. The image caught Spencer’s eye. It was an innocent move, but his gaze felt all too intimate. With the proximity of the four walls surrounding them, and the quietness of the room it caused an irregular beat in his heart that he was certain was audible and he snapped his eyes away. He swallowed thickly, glaring at the threadbare curtains shutting out the beams of moonlight.

‘We’re the FBI.’ He spoke almost factually as if the authority of the title could force the hotel to rouse a sleeping couple and get them to move rooms, simply for the convenience of guarding his own feelings.

‘Spence. It’s fine with me if it’s fine with you.’ Her voice was quiet, tiredness lacing its way into her speech. She rubbed a hand up her forearm absentmindedly, and if Spencer was in the right mind to focus on profiling her behaviour, he might have deduced that the action was caused by nerves.

‘If what’s fine?’ He stuttered, his brain not quite working to its usual capacity when he met her tired eyes. She raised an eyebrow, almost annoyed but not quite committed enough to it.

‘The bed. We can share for one night. It’s just one night.’ His eyes held a panicked glint. She wasn’t to know that the problem wasn’t that he was going to have to share a bed with her. The problem was he was worried she’d realise exactly how much he wanted to share a bed with her. His lack of response made her uneasy. Spencer Reid was very rarely lost for words. ‘If you’re uncomfortable I can sleep on the sofa.’

‘It’s tiny, and you almost got shot today…’ He stammered, suddenly regaining control of his runaway thoughts long enough to register the lengthy silence between them. She nodded, almost shyly, and his throat closed as he realised how she’d inferred his words. ‘I’m not uncomfortable, don’t sleep on the sofa. There’s no way I can let you sleep on the sofa. There’s enough room for both of us in the bed.’

There was a pause, a shift within the room as if the atmosphere had moved. A gentle smile crept across her face, and it managed to relax Spencer. The lamplight cast a golden haze across the room and her face looked angelic in the low lighting. A breathy sigh left her lips with the force of an almost chuckle.

They settled into their respective evening routines, turning off their lights in tandem before letting sleep wash over them as gently as the ocean. 

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Spencer jolted awake after feeling a swift kick to his shin. Panic ripped through his body as his eyes scanned the moonlit room. He couldn’t see any imminent danger and his brain fought through the fog of post-sleep confusion. His senses kicked in and he instinctively reached a hand across the bed in search of her. She was shaking, sighs and almost gasps slipping through her lips at a barely audible volume.

He held his breath while he watched her movements waiting. Her shaking continued, a strangled mix of a moan and a yelp left her throat and her arm shot out searching for something. Spencer’s heart picked up its pace, his brows furrowed in concern. He considered reaching for the light but before his sleep-drenched body could she sobbed, a garbled, purely fearful ‘no’. 

She tossed side to side so violently Spencer thought she might throw herself from the bed. Without overthinking it he sat up and leaned over her. His body halted the thrashing movements and, in her sleep, she grabbed his bicep with wincing firmness.

He held her, with gentleness and enough security that she couldn't throw herself around. One hand went to her hip the other held himself up. Her eyes shot open, sparkling in the darkness with the wetness of un-spilled tears, a scream stuck in her throat, retreating when her eyes recognised Spencer’s soft gaze above her.

‘Hey... Hey, it’s okay. It was just a nightmare. You’re okay.’ He breathed, hovering above her, he moved his hand from her waist to rest it at the side of her head as if to hold her in place and stop her from injuring herself. Her hand gripped his bicep loosely, the thin material of his pyjama shirt soft between the pads of her fingers. Her breathing matched the rapid beat of her heart and Spencer - without thinking - lifted his hand from the pillow to stroke the side of her face.

It was meant to be comforting, to show her that she wasn’t alone. But the gesture, in the cool pooling light of the late hour, seemed entirely too intimate. He watched as her breathing began to slow and her fear slipped out as a quiet whimper, leaving her in the quiet safety of their shared room, their shared bed.

‘I’m here…’ Spencer whispered, his hand lightly tracing the shape of her face. He felt a strange tightness in his chest as he watched her slowly find her way back to reality, her grip on his arm lessening.

His gaze lingered on her face, taking in the softness of her features in the dim light. The silence was deafening, yet comforting, a shared moment of vulnerability and intimacy in the aftermath of her nightmare. "You're safe," he reassured her, his voice barely a whisper in the quiet room.

He could smell her perfume, it mingled with the dusty smell of the motel, sweet and undeniably her. He didn't know how long they stayed like that; the seconds ticked by with no accountability. The moment felt suspended in time, her eyes went from glassy to sparkling in the pale light and he felt her relax under him. He finally pulled away, his hand lingering in the space between them for a moment before he retreated to his side of the bed, the echo of her nightmare still lingering in the quiet room.

It was Spencer’s turn for his heart to hammer in his chest. Her breathing had steadied and she shifted, hand stretching out to find Spencer's in the empty space between them. The reigniting of contact made Spencer's breath hitch in his throat. He turned to face her, but the fear in her eyes was replaced with something else. He didn't have to be a profiler to know what that look meant. It was the same look that haunted his own reflections.

At that moment, under the soft glow of the moonlight spilling through the window, Spencer thought how pretty she looked. Silence spilt between them, she swallowed gently, blinking her eyes rapidly to quell any tears building. 

‘You kept me safe.’ Her voice came out as a whisper, a kind of admission with more behind it than just the nightmare.

Her words hung in the air, a quiet acknowledgement of the intimacy of the moment. He didn’t respond, because for once he didn’t know how to. He didn’t have a statistic or fact to explain how he felt at that moment. Instead, he squeezed her hand gently, a quiet acknowledgement.

‘Do you get them often?’ He whispered, genuine concern lacing through, the warmth seeping from his chest to his fingers where if he focused, he could feel her pulse. He wasn't sure if she'd even want to talk about it.

She paused, her gaze dropping to where their hands were intertwined. 'More often than I'd like.' Her voice was barely more than a whisper, a vulnerability seeping into her words that Spencer had never heard before. He realised just how close they were in that moment. So close he could see the exact shade of her eyes and the way her brow furrowed when she felt she was being too honest. She always seemed so confident, especially at work.

Being vulnerable was not a luxury many could afford in the BAU.

'And what about you, Spencer?' she asked, her gaze meeting his again. 'Do you ever have nightmares?' It was an unexpected question, one that caught him off guard.

'Sometimes,' he admitted, the truth slipping out before he could stop it. Her fingers lightly tightened around his as if bracing for impact. He squeezed his eyes shut, thinking of his night terrors.

‘What are they about?’ She breathed, in a hushed way that sounded like she was almost afraid to ask.

‘You.’ His answer was faster and breathier than enunciated. As if that might take away from the confessional impact.

‘You have nightmares about me?’ She took a genuine pause, letting go of his hand and sitting up slightly so she was resting on her elbows looking down at him. He scrunched the duvet up in his now empty palm, holding himself.

‘No! Not about you. I mean, yes about you. About losing you. Like today, I thought I was going to lose you today, and without you, it’d be unbearable. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you like I do in my nightmares.’ His words were a whisper in the stillness of the night. Rambled at his usual speed as if the pace would disguise the weight of the feeling rising in his chest. It was panic, mixed with almost shame.

‘But you kept me safe.’ She stated, reaching out to unfurl his hand from the covers as if taking tension away from him like autumn takes the leaves from trees.

‘I don’t always manage to in my dreams.’ He sighed, looking up at her through his lashes. She was quite beautiful and in that second it scared him how much he cared.

"I guess we'll just have to keep each other safe, then," she murmured, a soft, genuine smile tugging at her lips. She rested a hand on his cheek and he instinctively leaned into her, as agreement settled over his features.

Spencer placed a hand atop hers as it stroked his face with more tenderness than he was sure he’d ever experienced. "I guess we will," he smiled a true and honest smile that happily made a home across his whole face. 

They fell into a comfortable silence, and she lay back down beside him, this time with no space separating them. Their hands fell to their sides, fingers instinctively finding each other and intertwining. The fear and tension of the nightmare had evaporated, leaving the quiet intimacy that the two had just shared.

Sleep began to reclaim them and they both felt safer next to each other just from the knowledge that they’d be there, ready to protect each other from whatever nightmares the future held.

[needlereads]

Makes You Unsteady

Bucky Barnes x agent!Reader

Warnings: fem!reader; anxious Bucky; soft Bucky; not canon compliant at all

A/N: oh boy, first time posting a Bucky Barnes ff. I've been scribbling these little interactions of Bucky loving a SHIELD agent, and finally decided dammit I'm going to post them.

He paused at the end of the hall. This was stupid. You were asleep by this time. What had he planned on doing, knocking on your door and disturbing you? You probably wouldn’t appreciate that.

Before James could turn back towards the elevator, he heard a click and the motion sensing hall light around the corner came on. Peering past the corner, he was surprised to see the very woman who had been occupying his mind, very much not asleep as he had presumed. You leaned against your doorframe, loitering for a bit.

What were you doing up?

You finally turned, your steps would take you further from him. He knew Darren’s room was a couple of doors down from you.

Your name escaped his lips before he could think properly about the consequences. You turned, squinted at him with tired eyes.

“James?”

“Where you headed?” He strode towards you, as if it was normal to be making rounds in these private quarters.

You rubbed your eyes. As he drew closer he could tell you were growing more alert, though still adorably dazed from a lack of sleep.

“Oh, just over to Darren’s.” Your best friend was always the default destination when you didn’t want to be alone.

“Is something the matter?” He didn’t usually try to pry. But he couldn’t just stand still and let you walk away, couldn’t bear to watch you seek comfort in someone else when he was physically in your reach and ready to give comfort himself. Maybe he was tired out of his mind too, to disregard his usual inhibitions, let alone the chance of you asking him why he was wandering the building barely an hour after getting back from a mission.

“You just got back. You’re early.” Your eyes climbed down his body and up again. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m not.” Was it selfish that his heart glowed warmly to see you so concerned over his well-being? “Is something the matter? How come you’re up?” he asked gently again. Locks of bed-swept hair framed you face. His fingers twitched with the instinct to sweep them back and trace down you braid.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“I could sit with you.” God what was he saying? “If you want, that is.”

“Yeah.”

James held his breath as you replied.

“I’d like that,” you said.

In your room, you both settled on your two seater sofa.

“Has it been like this for a while? Not being able to fall asleep?”

You shrugged. “It’s not so bad. I had a nightmare,” said, almost amused. “I don’t usually dream vividly, but tonight…”

He waited, hoping he wasn’t invading your privacy.

“It was the plane crash. The one my parents were in.” You had not been there for it, but your mind conjured images for you anyway. “As if I had been there too, like I had made my mom give up the window seat and then snuggled up to her side. I…was such a baby with her.” A breathy laugh left you. “Can’t even have the decency to be traumatized by something I actually went through. Like the burning building, or the explosion at the compound.” You didn’t catch his frown.

James swung his legs up, sitting criss-cross to face you. “Can I share something?”

You nodded.

“Sometimes in my sleep I feel like I’m falling and I can’t stop. It creeps me out and I can’t wait to wake up and stop falling.”

“The train,” you whispered.

He nodded. “But worse than that, worse than the nightmares about shooting on command, or the war battles that I don’t remember…I dream about my mom and sisters being killed. My mind convincing me that Hydra found them and shot each of them in the street, or that they drowned, or that they just…stopped breathing in their sleep.” He shook his head. “None of those things happened but I wake up and I want to throw up. I want to go back in time and hunt every Hydra piece of shit and kill them a hundred times over. I want…”

You stopped him with a hand over his metal one. “Don’t. Please.”

He was about to say he wanted to not wake up from his sleep either, and he could tell you had somehow heard those thoughts. He was pathetic, to break in front of you. He had no right to manifest such darkness in front of you. But your pleading eyes left him more breathless than the shame.

“Please?”

Anything, he would do anything you asked.

-*-*-*-*

He woke alone in your bed. Lifting his head towards the door separating your bedroom from the living room, covered with a navy blue patterned cloth. He made out your voice and footsteps on the other side. He really couldn’t be blamed for being able to hear you talking on your cellphone, especially when his name was brought up.

“- totally forgot to text you and then James and I both fell asleep. I’m sorry. Don’t be mad?”

A tinny laugh reached his ears. If he strained a bit he could hear the person on the other end of the phone. Probably Darren.

“I’m not. Just glad you didn’t try to ride it out alone. I was wondering when Barnes would finally make his move.”

You sighed, glancing at the door to your bedroom and stepping away, lowering your voice just short of a whisper. “He wasn’t – there was no move.”

Your friend uttered your name, exasperated. This wasn’t the first time he teased you about being in denial of love knocking on your doorstep.

“Hon, you deserve to love and be loved.”

“It’s not that.” You hesitated.

“Then what?”

You tugged at your hair. “Just…for someone who’s had so much taken from him, and who’s given up so much. I can’t…can’t ask that of him. I can’t be another burden for him.”

Darren was not happy with you. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. First of all, that’s not what you are. Second of all, it’s his choice to want you. Just like it’s yours to want him. Don’t even try to deny it.”

“I’m not denying it,” you said firmly. “But that’s all. Just a want. I…I can’t.”

You heard your name and whipped around to find James standing in the middle of the living room. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your breaths measured.

“Darren, I’ll see you later.” You ended the call.

James felt each pulse of his blood in his veins as he tried processing what he’d heard. He knew his hearing couldn’t be mistaken. The way you looked at him, with a quiet honesty, urged hope to bloom inside his chest.

“James.” You paused, and he swore the world slowed on its axis. “I…”

“You want me?”

You felt helpless under his full attention. His eyes searched you, so vulnerable and earnest. You refused to lie to him.

“Yes.”

Despite what you said to Darren, now, oh, your single word of confirmation sounded so clear and sweet to him.

“You think you’re a burden to me?”

He had quietly closed the distance between you.

You lowered you gaze. “I’m trying not to become that to you.”

He dared to touch his finger to you chin, encouraging you to look at him.

“Let’s agree right now, that you won’t refer to yourself like that again.” His palm curved around your cheek. He wanted to touch every inch of you.

He held you through the night. Not sleeping, and not tired; just relishing in the contact of your skin on his, your warmth bleeding into his.

-*-*-*

[irasamu]

 . . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, MY HIGH TIME ; a nakahara chuuya fic. ❞

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . i can't say no to my hoes, here's your daily dose. woah, I've bars.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; fem!reader, older brother's bestfriend!chuuya, chuuya gets pussy drunk, public sex at night, oral (female receving), angst, fluff, chuuya eats you out and makes you cum two times, swear words, chuuya can't be a brat tamer as he loves you too much for that, indirect confession if you squint, and that's all i can remember tbh.

the drug if once injected into the system, leaves its reminants in the blood stream and the back of the mind and most of the time, when the addiction is too strong for one to shurg it off as a casual habit, that's when dread sets it.

following the dread is anger which resides inside one's body along with frustration on their own self.

you are no different.

you shrug before looking down at the bowl of sliced fruits on your lap again to try and ignore your brother and the way he is still teasing you for something that happened a week ago ; on your day of arrival when you had to hide in chuuya's room where one thing led to another and after being so deep into each other, the moment you laid on his bed after letting him give you a bath, you and chuuya went to being strangers as if the touches and sounds of each other doesn't still linger in your brains for everytime you two saw each other, it ended up with both of your hands being on each other's bodies before chuuya ultimately decided to avoid interacting with you at all costs and he succeeded mostly, except for times like meals and whenever your brother wanted to spend time with you.

chuuya must be really good at ignoring people and acting as if he is oblivious or else how can you explain him not noticing your lingering stares at him, the way you try to initiate a conversation with him only for him to shut you down with quick replies.

you gave up soon, opting to ignore him as well but only if you could see the way chuuya would nervously gulp everytime his eyes fell on your lips as you talked and immediately his desire and attraction asked his mind only one question ; what would happen if he had your lips wrapped around the length of his cock?

"i was the one drunk out of my mind yet you were the one sleeping like a baby. do you know how many times i tried calling you, moron?" your brother grinned and as you were looking down, you missed the way chuuya cocked an eyebrow as he stared at your brother and wondered why the man is making such lame jokes.

"you called me as well." chuuya reminded and you finally looked up, the deep voice of the man which even at normal times felt extremely seductive due to the raspy edge it has had you quickly gulping as you shoved a piece of sliced strawberry into your mouth to refrain yourself from smiling or biting your lip, your heart giddy and beating fast at his voice.

your brother took notice of your behavior before he looked at chuuya who sat on the armchair comfortably, his legs spread apart and head tilted while you and your brother sat on the two seater sofa.

he shrugged it off however and ran a hand through his hair as he groaned upon remembering the memories of that night and the way chuuya, in his words, 'bailed' on him at a time of crisis.

"iguana. was all over me. apparently she wanted to hook me up with her homewrecker bestfriend --"

"wait, what? homewrecker?" chuuya raised both of his eyebrows up and his eyes trailed over to you to see you shove slice after slice of strawberries into your mouth and the sight of your puffed out cheeks as you chewed on the strawberries with wide eyes (you were internally screaming at yourself to get a grip at your emotions) had quite a strong effect on chuuya who felt his cheeks heating up and suddenly the images of your naked body on top of his as you begged him for another round resurfaced from whatever pits he buried them in.

chuuya sat straight and adjusted himself on the armchair.

"yeah, that girl who always used to have a switch in personality infront of akutagawa and his bestfriend's boyfriend?" your brother tells as he waits for chuuya to realise who he is talking about, your brother spares you a short glance and smiled at the way you seemed content with the strawberries. good thing he decided to buy them during his grocery trip earlier today.

you glance at chuuya while pushing another piece of strawberry into your mouth and a bit of the strawberry juice fell out of the side of your lips and chuuya who had been sneaking glances at you more often then he should in the presence of your brother, leaned forwards to swipe the trickling down juice with the pad of his thumb. as he leaned back on his chair, chuuya subconsciously brought his thumb to his lips to lick the juice and you immediately looked away, shyly and quite hot and bothered.

"heard akutagawa's bestfriend broke up with the bastard." chuuya looked at your brother for confirmation and he nodded, seemingly not having noticed the short exchange between you and chuuya as the movie playing on the tv kept on grabbing his attention every few minutes.

"the bastard cheated on her with homewrecker. so anyways, iguana wanted to set me up with homewrecker and i had to make a excuse on the spot and that's where you . . .  well you were supposed to be my savior bastard." your brother paused to glare at chuuya who shrugged and muttered, "i was busy."

"what the fuck were you even doing that you didn't pick my call twice?" your brother scoffed and you awkwardly chewed as you stared at the movie but no matter how much you tried to focus on it, you would be reminded of what (or who) chuuya was doing that night and as good as it feels to remember his hands greedily groping your ass, the bitter taste of knowing what you did to the person your brother trusts and said person feeling the same guilt to the point he is ignoring you now mostly, leaves a bitter taste on the tip of your tongue.

chuuya didn't answer and instead he tilted his head and pretended as if he was thinking before he smirked, "busy ignoring your calls bitchass."

"you think you are so funny, aren't you?" your brother sarcastically smiled before taking the cushion which was on your lap and throwing it at chuuya's face and his smile turned triumphant when the cushion hitted chuuya exactly square on his face.

"hey!" you scoff at your brother but curl your toes as you see chuuya lean near you and offer the cushion back to you, you glanced at your brother to see him watching the movie playing on the tv as another intresting scene seemed to catch his attention.

now a very big part of you wants to embarass and make a fool out of him for ignoring you for so long and that's what you do, you turn your head away and chuuya chuckled silently as he muttered, "what a brat."

chuuya never had the chance to see you act like a brat as your brother claims you to be because you were always such a sweetheart to him so to see you ignore him for the first time certainly has certain feelings bubbling into his chest and the one that dominates the rest is the absolute raw urge to bend you over and fuck that sudden attitude out of you.

but he can't as your brother is here so he does the other thing he is exceptionally good at and that's being a tease.

from your peripheral vision, you saw chuuya take the cushion and place it on his lap like how it was on your's moments ago but what seemed to make you smirk in amusement and satisfaction was when chuuya traced the edge of the cushion with his index finger before bringing it towards his lips and toying with his bottom lip.

"shameless man." you mumble to mock chuuya and he understood the reasoning behind those words uttered. and oh, did it make him gulp his arousal when the man was reminded of why he is avoiding you in the first place. when chuuya's eyes found your face again, you were looking at your brother again and this resulted in chuuya to chew on his bottom lip.

annoyance and a neediness crawled into him. he wanted you to look at him. so why aren't you? he is fairly good at not giving a shit to people ignoring him but not when you are the one doing so. so cue to chuuya who huffed with the biggest pout on his lips as he glared at the cushion on his lap with furrowed eyebrows.

"your dumbass didn't explain why you called chuuya though." you remind your brother and he blinked, "huh?" before he sighed and quickly told as if he couldn't bother to spare you more then a minute of his time at most,

"wanted him to pretend to be my girlfriend."

you opened your mouth but closed it, nodding as you knew you wouldn't be getting a response from him anymore.

"get a girlfriend for fucks sake then?" chuuya grumbled, not bothering to pretend to be fine as he wanted you to know the absolute despair you are putting him through but when you didn't as much as glance at him, chuuya felt what a addict would feel when they don't have any more substance to divulge into.

panick. dread.

"you fucker." chuuya seethed through gritted teeth as he scrunched his nose in disgust but truly, the anger expressed was felt as chuuya needed to blame someone for the way he is feeling as if things are going downhill between you two and chuuya didn't want to blame himself because the restrictions are hindering him from doing what he would've done ages ago if you didn't share such a relationship (of being the younger sibling) with your brother.

"yes i fuck. want to try me?" your brother waves the red head off and didn't particularly pay him any attention.

you snickered and chuuya smirked in annoyance, everything is so frustrating for him right now. he is worried and he doesn't know what to do to make things better but he just wants things to get better and work in his favor ; which directly indirectly implies that the vessel of patience broke.

even the most rational of minds would have one moment when their patience snaps and they are forced to take a impulsive decision.

"no but i will fuck your sister." the words uttered were spoken with the purpose of lulling you into the arms of the man whose seduction should be labeled as dangerous for how well he is at it even if he doesn't consciously mean to appear as so.

you cough before sneakily looking at your brother's reaction who tilted his head and glared at chuuya, the lone piercing he had on his right ear had a dangling earing on it and as the lights reflected down on the silver accessory, it made him appear more vicious then ever.

you may have gulped nervously but chuuya didn't, he continued to stare into your brother's eyes with an equally serious expression on his face and the tension this never ending staring contest is emitting is making your palms clammy.

"i see, you sister fucker." your brother narrowed his eyes and so did the anxiety growing inside you as you quietly released a breath.

"you are a mother fucker."

"mhm, i fucked your mother."

and you blinked at how easily the two went back to pretending as if tension wasn't begging to break through the surface ; you.

you were the surface and that was made clear once you left to sleep (you share one room with your brother due to the house sporting only two actual bedrooms).

and chuuya finally understood that your brother saw everything but pretended not to. how can he not when it's so obvious to see the panick in chuuya's eyes as his eyes followed your leaving form with a longing and what is he supposed to do with the epiphany of knowing his best friend is very much in love with his younger sister?

the two males sat in a uncomfortable silence for the very first time in their lives for they have had moments of unbearable silence between them but none felt uncomfortable to this level as it felt almost like the silence is playing with the thin layer of pretence until it broke finally.

"did you?" your brother muttered and even if chuuya could see him stare at the tv screen, he knew your brother wasn't actually watching the movie for the way your brother's hardened gaze was trying to intimidate the screen, chuuya knew he (your brother) was trying and racking his brain for possible solutions to deal with this sudden revelation.

"who knows? you tell me, am i?" chuuya leaned back on the armchair as he ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes.

so it had finally came down to this and that too by chuuya's own hands.

"you look like a lovesick fool -- which is disgusting by the way." your brother scoffed under his breath and stood up to make a quick trip to the kitchen and grab what would be the push the two needed.

chuuya opened his eyes to see your brother offering him a can of beer and he sighed, taking it.

"man i honestly don't know how to react and shit." your brother began and chuuya only listened as he opened the can and brought it to his lips. his shoulders relaxed as the cold liquid flowed down his throat.

but the beer proved to be of no great assistance when all it did was make your brother turn a blind eye to his problems and lull him towards a temporary fabricated and secluded tranquility and made his eyes heavy like how chuuya's heart was as it dawned upon him the feeling of dread and trepidation.

"seriously? this is why you can never trust this bastard with alcohol or even fucking beer." chuuya scoffed under his breath as he stood up to pick both of the beer cans and walked over to the kitchen to throw them in the trash can. during his task, he came across the washed bowl which you previously used to eat strawberries from and he sighed through his nose before a hopeless smile broke on chuuya's lips.

the epiphany of falling down the edges of his sanity and into the dark water made from the strongest narcotic substance and that is love.

it tangles you in its branches and makes it hard and extremely tricky to get out of it or to even think of a solution to tackle this feeling.

chuuya groaned under his breath before he hoisted the man up his back, "fucking siblings." he muttered as he began to walk towards the staircase.

and if you manage to find a way to escape the clutches of what is called as love but truly is an addiction if done in an immature and naive fashion. what is meant by this is the man would begin to miss the feeling of the vine like arms of love squeezing his body but that gesture seemed to provide the man with warmth. and this is why young brains are more prone to fall for the disillusion of addiction being love, toxicity being healthy possession.

chuuya opened the door by pushing on the door handle and entered but due to the newly made adjustment of you having to stay with your brother due to there not being a room for you, chuuya entered the moment you were changing.

the current predicament had chuuya's heart to be alert and inform every cell in his body of your presence and the way his body reacted to the sight of you with your top halfway over your head that revealed your bra and stomach -- was by his skin being littered by goosebumps.

you immediately pull down the cloth over your body again and watch chuuya lay your brother down on the bed before he slowly looked at you again, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

"don't you know it's rude to stand infront of someone after ignoring said person for a whole week." your voice reached his ears.

oh lord, chuuya couldn't stop the love strucken smile spreading on his face as the fact that your voice and words even if they were meant as a jab, were directly meant for him and only him.

how can a few hours of being ignored make chuuya so desperate?

drugs sure are strange and seductively dangerous, aren't they?

perhaps they were created because man was growing too strong and he needed to be reminded that even a mere substance can make him bend and forget his realities.

"your brother is an idiot but i am a bigger idiot then him." were the words that greeted you but didn't invite you to see what is going on in chuuya's mind and in his heart.

you tilted your head, none of you two moved till the heartbeat in chuuya's body got too violent to be ignored and he took the first step forwards, towards you.

"you asked me to choose right? loyalty or love?" chuuya continued but you did not understand where he is going with this so you settled with nodding unsurely.

"i needed time to think about it. to ignore you was a mistake on my part but i don't regret it." chuuya stopped infront of you and if there is one thing above the rest that should be admired the most about him then it should be his ability to hold eye contact and just show the person he is talking to about his exact emotions running through him at the moment.

the red haired raised his hand to run his knuckles through your cheek and you shuddered upon feeling his touch after a week and especially after feeling it so intimately.

"fuck, your brother will kill me if he knows what i am doing to you." chuuya sighed fondly before he continued,

"because what couldn't be decided even in a week was made clear in just an hour when you blatantly ignored me -- okay that was my fault and i am a bastard for ignoring you so will you let me make it up to you?" spoken under one breath were the words which revealed the fragility of this man but you were more hurt and you were going to show it to him.

"i don't know if that's a good idea --" your words were stuck in your throat by the man infront of you stepping forwards and clasping his fingers around your forearm to pull you forwards.

your chest bumped into his and your heart almost flipped down to your stomach in surprise and giddy excitement.

"i will make sure you don't regret your time. please?" chuuya tilted his head and once again began to trail his knuckles down your cheeks and towards your throat.

his free hand was by his side yet it shook as it resisted the urge to grab your waist.

"are you -- are you -- you know . . . asking me out on a date?" you stammered as his hand went down your collarbones, you could feel his cold skin touching the area below your collarbones like a snake slithering before it went even lower to play with the edges of your top's neckline.

"consider it one but i swear the real one would be better." he spoke with such exasperation that it made you melt at his pitiful state. eyebrows were scrunched together as he gazed at you like a hungry man looks at those who help him.

but you gulped and were about to shake your head to reject his proposal but how could you when the man who commands seduction traced his fingers up and down the length of your arm.

your knees wobbled under his intense stare and bumped into his as you felt the gravity supporting you play a trick on you or maybe it was your brain who weakened under his stare.

"when?" you try to breath out your nervousness but to no avail as the red head extended his same hand of temptation to carass the small of your back as he leaned down to have his nose graze the curve of your jaw.

many emotions felt by humans happen on a impulse and before said human can realise what situation he weaved, he is already moving through the course of time and paying the role his fate has written for him.

chuuya's sudden panick, desperation and feeling of loneliness and dreadful thoughts can fall under the same category and it is safer to leave his intentions as a result of his epiphany and overwhelmingly strong and overpowering emotions and feelings. to go and try to understand his every action will only be a waste of time because this probability is a small percent or fraction of one percent of chance which he decided to take at this exact second and minute. so to simply put it, the surroundings, his own mental state and feelings and the course of events which flowed out lead him to have this realization and grasp the chance which he craved out himself as the one already presented to him would've been on the following dawn after the night you two spend. he deliberately allowed that chance to slip through his fingers.

and chuuya nakahara was never taught how to handle emotions. for how can he of all feel emotions?

the one who can't distinguish pain from love will always welcome pain with opened arms.

and nakahara was never the first choice so when he found a person ; your brother, who holds him with with importance, chuuya doesn't want to let go of this.

but now love is tearing him and love is making him feel. this makes him panick. this makes him desperate to be quick to make a move.

but this is all just a waste of time -- chuuya doesn't want to understand the meaning of his intentions and feelings and would rather want to go with the flow and swim in his feelings.

after all, no one is a better fraud then he is. confidence is nothing but a mirage he makes everyone believe and the worth to actually have someone to call his own, his lover, is something chuuya is afraid of.

for love is followed by pain and pain is followed by despair.

and he who can not distinguish his fears from his desire can never distinguish pain from love but he did, now.  albeit forcefully but he did.

"tomorrow? night?" he murmured against your skin and the man felt drunk yet sober enough. drunk on the feeling of your skin on his, sober enough to relish the sensation. he began to mark your jaw with small and quick pecks. they felt tingly and unfairly short for shouldn't his lips linger on your skin long enough to leave marks?

you do not speak for the inability to speak in a stable tone is not within your limits now. you only hum but even that sounded shaky -- and you only realise it after you feel chuuya's lips spread in a small smile.

"can i kiss you?" chuuya whispered as he raised his eyes to peek up at you while he still continued to peck your jaw and as you lowered your eyes to look at him with your eyes half lidded as they threatened to close due to his lips on your skin and the hormones and emotions it's stimulating, chuuya nakahara became the most humane when he forgot how to breath and what an irony is this that the red head felt the most human and most comfortable in his skin at the moment when he is unable to respire which is fundamental for a human's survival.

no. respiration makes one another animal on this planet, another chordate and another mammal but feeling this sweet emotion, feeling flowers bloom inside his body and feeling optimistic that perhaps a small percentage of things working out in his favor exists,  this is what makes one human. no?

after all is human not he who has humanity? and what is humanity if not respect and love for everything? but what is a real human and not a facade of one if he doesn't feel despair?

after despair and pain only does happiness come and he who did not taste despair is unfortunately and will always be unaware of the real taste of joy.

"my brother is passed out just behind you. you are taking advantage of the situation. are you not?" you manage to smile yet it only added more to make your lust for the man available.

chuuya stood straight and leaned near you with one of his arms wrapping around your shoulder as the fingers of said arm gently flicked your cheek and he tilted his head before he smirked, "i have always been an opportunist after all, so . . . may i?"

"can you?" you throw the question back at him, growing flustured under his direct stare.

"i am sure i can." he muttered, leaning closer to your lips but he did it so excruciatingly slowly that it made you want to push him forwards in hopes of showing the same desperation that you are feeling.

"then why don't you?" you whisper and it's a miracle how rapidly your eyes focus on his lips before focusing on his eyes and vice versa. your heart beat is the declaration to your brain that perhaps you can never be mad at chuuya no matter what he does and that's terrifying.

"because i am scared of not being able to stop once i begin." chuuya whispered and the proximity between you two made it so his breath could hit your lips and that was it.

the thread of patience began to stretch when he began to ignore you. it stretched and stretched till it was barely hanging on and now it snapped.

you grab his shirt to pull him closer as you place your lips against his and almost immediately, chuuya wrapped both of his arms around you to pull you closer.

chuuya missed the feeling of his lips moving against your's, the way just a tap on the small of your back was all he needed for you to get the signal and part your lips to allow his tongue inside.

he forced you to take a step backwards while his tongue teased your own with a a feather like, almost barely existent lick which made your knees to shake once and you were sure you would've fell on your knees had it not been for the red head whose hand went behind your thigh to grab it and force you to keep standing.

the moment he pulls back slightly to let you two catch your breaths, you run your hand through his hair before grabbing his roots to tilt his head down so you could capture his lips in your's again. you parted your lips after he gently bit down on your bottom lip before he licked it to soothe the pain.

chuuya continued to make you walk backwards till the back of your knee hits the edge of your bed and you fall on it with him.

his hand carassed your jaw while the other sneaked up from behind your thigh to grab your hand.

when you two separated again, you were panting as you stared at chuuya on top of you who brought your hand near his lips -- his cheeks were coated with a light blush as he too tried to grasp whatever oxygen he could around him.

chuuya began by kissing your knuckles before he continued his trail of kisses down the length of your arm, staring from your wrist which he gently bit on to leave a small mark, towards your elbow and forearm before his lips were on your shoulder.

he pulled down on your top to give him access to your skin and your breath hitched when he raised his eyes to stare at you while kissing your shoulder.

but before he could go on any further, the vibration in his back pocket caused due to his phone and chuuya cursed under his breath. planting one hand beside your head to support his leaning body, his other hand reached into his backpocket to take his phone out and accept the call and as he talked, chuuya looked down at you with a apologetic smile.

"your phone is a real cockblocker." you teased his as soon as he ended the call. he hummed before he leaned down to peck your lips.

"isn't it?" he muttered as he leaned up to look at your face again and it looked as if he wanted to speak something, to confess something, to reveal something but he dared not to in the confinements of the four walls and the one sided company of your passed out brother.

chuuya sat up on top of you, his legs straddling your thighs as he ran a hand through his head before he glanced at the time on his phone which showed it is currently past midnight.

it's not ideal but when has he ever been ideal?

he isn't ideal but desirable and the forbidden which a lost soul searches for.

he extended his hand towards you and you blinked, "pardon?" you muttered and watch how the ends of his lips get curled into a somewhat embarassed boyish grin.

"i might have to change up our plans for tomorrow. got a call from my professor, ya know, extra classes and stuff? oh doll, why is everyone so adamant on making my life more harder, hmm?" chuuya muttered and as you placed your hand on top of his, he brought it to his face to nuzzle his cheek against your palm.

soon you found you are not in a position to ever refuse chuuya but perhaps you knew it all along and never just actually realized the depth of this habit.

you also found that your assumption of chuuya being the calm headed of the two (him and your brother) was incorrect as who in their right mind would take someone to the nearest park after midnight, when not another soul, not even guards are present?

but maybe you loved the thrill chuuya brought along with him as much as you loved chuuya himself so you didn't point out the abrupt and sudden 'date'. you walked extremely close to the redhead as you kept on clinging onto his arm in fear of anything unordinary popping out of thin air to scare you.

the night time, despite your childish terror, is peaceful and still. to be able to walk next to chuuya here as the silence of the air makes it easier for you to hear his footsteps, the shuffle of his clothes and limbs and the way he is humming a tune -- it's all as audible as your own heart beating for you.

"how are you academically?" you asked in hopes of starting a conversation and start a conversion it did.

chuuya's bottom lip unconsciously jutted out a bit as he pondered hard over the question, he looked adorable if you must admit.

"i guess a bit above average?" he finally answered after thinking for so long and even if chuuya is a guy who wears confidence as his perfume, his confidence always carried a pleasant fragrance and not a overbearing and suffocating one.

"you are too humble, aren't you?" you smile before you hummed, looking down at the path you two walked on and focusing on how your skirt (you had pulled out an outfit at the last minute since you refused to go out with chuuya under-dressed, even if said outing is just a walk into the nearest park) brushed against your thighs each time you raised your legs to walk.

"not really. i . . i used to be really sharp in studies in my first year and so but since this year, i don't perform as good as i used to." there was a short moment of distraction caused by the wind blowing which made you shudder and shift close to chuuya, the action done in such a way that the back of your thigh barely grazed his crotch.

"really? why?" you look at him as you tilted your head in a way to study him and find the reason behind his decrease in performance.

and something about the way you stared at chuuya with eyes holding nothing but fondness for him had chuuya gulping, not in panick or nervousness, but rather to gulp down his own nearly bursting feelings and desires.

"c'mere doll," chuuya grabbed the curve of your waist to pull you towards the nearest bench and made you sit next to him, the action causing you to bite your lip as even his mere touch still felt like the touch of a celestial entity. in the sense that one touch is enough to ignite your skin.

chuuya's arm was streched behind you on the bench as he looked at you, the other hand raising to carass your jaw as he explained his reasoning, "everyone is broke unless you are from a rich family and many people find . . . unusual alternatives to earn money fast, i did too. a friend of mine once took me to an underground racing side show. got interested and now that's how i earn."

"through illegal means?" you raised your eyebrows at the revelation as your eyes casted downwards to watch how delicately the tip of his nail of his index finger grazed your skin and as much as it felt ticklish, it felt just as satisfying.

"what's a little harm in breaking rules every now and then?" maybe it's the drop in the temperature or just in octaves of his voice but whatever the reason may be, you shuddered. you raised your eyes to look at his face again and oh, has any man ever lived after staring right at him who is a dangerous seduction or are you an exception because you caught on the softness at the edges of his otherwise seductive eyes.

"honestly don't think you are much of a rule breaker chu." you teased but your words were meant to rile him up even in the slightest to see if he would react in a way which would satisfy you and your ever growing desires.

"what makes you think so?" he raised his eyebrows in amusement, his light and barely there touch on your cheek now turned into his index finger tracing along your neck and towards your collarbone.

"you seem to be afraid of my brother." you grinned a bit and tried not to focus on how frequently his action is making you gulp, you were afraid of clenching your thighs together but every time you feel your wet core clench against nothing, you were becoming more and more aware of your growing lust.

"what makes you think that little doll?" chuuya smirked as he taunted you and you found it hard to resist smiling as you leaned a bit near him, your forearm brushing against his arm and for a moment that stole chuuya's attention, when he looked back at you again, he saw you grinning smugly.

"because my brother can kick your ass." you tease and chuuya raised one of his eyebrows in sheer amusement before he jabbed his thumb in his direction.

"you think your brother can beat me? chuuya nakahara?" he scoffed but it was all meant in a playful fashion and you nodded.

you were nervous but you still pushed forwards to grab his thumb which was still pointed at himself before you placed it on the space between both your collarbones and slowly began to drag it down. your eyes was on his face and you watched him bite down on his bottom lip slightly as his eyes trailed down to follow your hand guiding his thumb down your chest.

chuuya grinned smugly and bended his thumb when the pad of his thumb came in contact with your top, the action of his causing your top to be pulled down enough to reveal your bra to him.

"what makes you think your brother can kick my ass?" he asked in a low and gravelly tone, raising his eyes to stare at you again as the smirk on his lips was hard to get rid off. he just found you and your assumption to be quite adorable.

"isn't the reason of you not making any move on me not enough for me to think so? with the way you've been acting chuuya, i really doubt my assumptions are wrong. you are scared of my brother." you giggle as you stare at him a bit arrogantly but that did not lasted long as chuuya raised his hand which was pulling down on your top just a few seconds ago to grab your jaw and pull your face towards his, the smirk on his face glinted with danger.

"you really think that?" he asked for the last time under the witness of the few stars twinkling in the sky, the moon not to be seen anywhere and maybe that's why the lamp lights on the park flushed their light down at you two in humiliation of not doing a job as good as the natural celestial body does.

you flushed too, legs clenched shut as your chest heaved upon feeling chuuya's breath hit your lips before you nodded.

chuuya was selfless but you weren't, not in this sense atleast. you wanted him and if he did too then why not push him over the edge?

"i can almost imagine how adorable you will look once i prove you wrong." danger is he, and danced with danger, you did.

"go on, prove it then." you challenged and this is the final pedestal you will place chuuya on if he could keep on his word to make it up or not.

and when has chuuya ever disappointed someone?

"if you say so." he hastily mumbled before placing his lips on your's again and immediately you felt his hot breath moving past the security of your lips to enter your mouth and make you let out a pant, your hands tried to grab at his jacket but the hand which was behind you and on the bench, suddenly found itself holding both of your wrists on your lap, on top of your pubis mound.

chuuya's teeth clashed against your own as he continued his assault on your lips but it wasn't the way he sucked on your tongue that had you whining but the hand which was holding both of your wrists as he pushed your wrists down on your pubis mound and you felt the slightest of pleasure.

your legs parted and chuuya tugged your wrists even lower before stopping when they finally rested on top of where your clit is. he presses your wrists down on your clit to stimulate a weak pleasure before lifting your wrists for a few seconds so the pleasure could disappear completely before pressing your wrists down again.

he separated his lips from yours forcefully to allow both of you to breath before he leaned in again.

this action of your wrists pressed down on your cunt had you digging your nails in your palm as you felt your mind going insane, you felt annoyed and bothered by his teasing and wanted him to do more to you already but he didn't. and so you bit down on his bottom lip but that just earned a moan from him as chuuya adjusted himself to lower his upper body a bit so he could be in line with your lips and he pushed his tongue against your lower lip again as if telling you to bite his lip again.

you found it fascinating how easily you always gave in to him. your teeth gently sinked onto his plush lip again and he whined out, gasping slightly at the newfound pleasure his body is feeling.

he once again broke the kiss but everytime he did to give you time to breathe, he returned to kiss you with just as much passion as the very first time.

you feel yourself growing flush but the embarrassment isn't enough to overcome your arousal and so, despite the shame you felt, you began to hump at your wrists in attempts to feel some kind of friction against your clothed cunt, palms formed into fists as you tried to find an angle where your lips would hit against your knuckles to produce some kind of fiction.

the pleasure did came but only twice and with the amount of effort you put inside to feel it, the pleasure didn't feel rewarding enough and when chuuya noticed your hips stop as you didn't hump against your fists and he stopped holding your jaw and instead, planted his hand to grip on the back of the bench as he slowly climbed on top of you while trying his best to not break from the kiss.

his knees were pressed against the bench and if he tried to close his legs, he could squeeze your hips -- this is how close his knees are to your hips and waist. chuuya leaned his body down a bit and lowered himself till he found himself to be in the position where he could lift your wrists to nudge your fists against his growing hard on. he hissed at the contact and released a whimper when your palms cupped his clothed cock.

you squeezed it and he immediately bucked his hips forwards and did so again when you squeezed it again.

chuuya separated his lips from your's, a thin string of saliva connecting your now swollen lips with his and he smiled at the sight of your swollen and flushed lips.

"i am scared of your brother? what foolish words. he can't do shit to me even as i fuck his sister dumb in a park. but you would like that wouldn't you? isn't this why you are pushing my buttons, preety doll?" chuuya rasped out as he began to make his way down your body by trailing kisses down your lips to your jaw to your neck and down your clothed chest.

the sensation of the very faint feeling of his lips on your clothes as he teased you by kissing your clothed breast had you whining in frustration. chuuya doesn't lift his head up but trails his eyes up to look at you.

"hm? want something? gotta tell me what you want, doll." every word leaving his lips had a physical effect on you as his lips brushed against your clothed yet still somewhat feel-able hardened nipple.

you nod but chuuya only tutted, his kisses trailing down your stomach before he gently smacked your knee.

"use your words, you didn't seem to be running out of them when you ran your cute dumb mouth around just a few minutes ago." chuuya taunted.

"for a guy scared of my brother, you sure have a big ego." you breath out and chuuya raised his eyebrows as he immediately got off you, kneeling infront of you instead.

he sighed in faux disappointment as he grabbed your thighs and harshly shoved them away to spread them, the skirt you wore (only for the purpose of tempting chuuya to have his hands all over you) rides up and he tutted again at the sight of the wet patch on your panties.

"it's my fault after all," chuuya began with a sigh as he raised his middle finger to press the back of said finger right on top of the wetness and to feel the sticky slick on his skin, "giving into your every demand since childhood, treating you like my princess even when your brother told me i am spoiling you." chuuya sighed again before he curled his middle finger and pushed it against your panties, you jumped with a cracked moan as you look down to see him staring at your pussy.

"made you a brat so i guess it's only right i pull the brat out of you too? huh? wanna make you my good doll again so badly." chuuya looked up at you with eyebrows raised for permission and you immediately nodded and stammered,

"p-please chuuya, wanna be your girl! so, so badly!" for who could keep their composure infront of this man who must be why mirrors were invented so he and everyone else could admire his beauty.

chuuya sighed before he smiled fondly, "it's not your fault doll, not at all. i love you too much to not spoil you, come on, be a brat. i'll handle it." he muttered as he raised your skirt higher till it remained racked on your waist before he trailed his hands down, you shuddered and felt your pussy oozing out more wetness at the touch.

"wanna make you my girl as well doll. you are my only girl after all. my favorite forever." chuuya crooned as his fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties and he pushed it down in one motion, letting it drop by his feet as he stared up at your glistening and pulsating pussy.

"gonna knock some senses into your brother if that bastard doesn't let me have you. that fucker better not try to keep me away from my doll and my pussy." chuuya gritted, gulping as he immediately raised his head towards your pussy.

the sight of his face buried between your thighs made you release a shaky breath.

your eyes widened in pleasure before closing as chuuya's tongue touched your inner labia before he licked a long strip along it.

"all barks and no talks isn't a trait that suits you chuuya." you grit out as a deadly mixture of pleasure and anger emits from your body in the form of your words. anger for the way he feels the same as you do yet is hesitant to take a step forwards but so are you so you guess it's only fair, huh.

the red haired man's tongue licked from your inner labia to your clit and he immediately flicked the bud with his tongue before speaking against it in his low voice,

"yeah? but i bite too doll," he told and to prove his words, chuuya gently bit down on your inner thigh before raising his head towards your cunt again.

you felt his wet and warm tongue on your bundle of nerve as you let out small short breaths which soon turned into you full on whimpering when his lips enclosed around the bud and he began to suck on it.

you shakily tilt your head back to rest it against the edge of the bench as you feel chuuya raising your leg, holding your leg by your ankle as he tugged on it to make you look at him and when you did, you bit your lip to not let out a moan.

chuuya licked his lips as he kept his eyes on you, they were half lidded to tell you that just one lick and the man already seemed to grow a extreme liking to your cunt and having it against his face. chuuya leaned his head near your ankle and began to kiss his way up your leg and that, along with the night breezes hitting your bare pussy has you whimpering.

you didn't even seem to realise the setting you are in yet but chuuya did and the thought of someone, possibly a guard walking on a stroll and coming across you two had him sinking his teeth on the side of your thigh. he nibbled his way up and the skin he nibbled on turned a light shade of pink as if it's his mark he is leaving.

chuuya stopped once he was infront of your bare cunt again and he blowed a puff of air on it to see your thighs jerk yet your cunt clenched around nothing.

both of his hands found solace on top of your thighs as he held your legs apart and dipped his head down towards your cunt, he stopped to adjust the grip of his hand and lift your leg over his shoulder.

the anticipation was sweet but the action following it was addicting. your head fell back as you felt chuuya's tongue lapping at your labia again before he thrusted his tongue into your hole as if he had enough of this game of teasing he is playing with you. you moaned out his name when you felt his tongue thrusting in and out of you as he made out with your pussy and after that till the time you actually cummed, you only moaned out his name again and again as you were a withering mess.

the moans entered his ear and were converted into praises or cheers to continue on and continue is what he did when he raised his head to circle his tongue around your bud again while he entered one finger into your hole to immediately make up for the lack of his tongue.

his tongue swirled slowly yet with force but his finger thrusting in and out of you was fast and some what faint till he inserted one more finger till it was knuckle deep into you and the reward he got was the chocked moan you released when his newly entered finger immediately grazed against your g-spot.

chuuya pulled his fingers back and thrusted them in together --the index and the middle finger. the index brushed against your walls and you clamped around it which made him release a moan on your clit but the middle finger as it was longer in length, found your g-spot and he hitted it before curling his finger and bumping the knuckle of it against your g-spot.

kitty licks to harsh sucks to gentle flicking -- your bud is the sole victim of his abuse and this has you shaking as you feel this along with the thrusts and curls of his fingers pull at the knot in your stomach in two directions, it's stretching and stretching and your abdomen feels like burning pleasantly.

"you better fucking thank me when you come all over my face." chuuya whispered against your bud, his hot breath along with the cold night breeze pulled the knot in your stomach in one direction ; chuuya's middle finger slowly curled and pressed against your g-spot before it began hitting it continuously and hastily and that was what it took to break the knot in your stomach as you screamed in pleasure, thighs squeezing around his head as you cummed.

"thank you, thank you -- thank yo-- aah, chuuya!" you screamed as the man didn't seem to stop but greedily lapped at each and every part of your cunt to not waste even a drop of your cum.

had he been the wanderer in a desert coming across a oasis? or are you a mirage?

whoever you are, you have him greedily lapping at your cunt as his fingers too didn't once stop thrusting and as good as it felt before, now, due to oversensitivity, your hands reached down to grab his hair to pull him up, to let him know you can't take one more orgasm by pulling on his roots had him humming in pleasure against your pussy.

he leaned his head down to push his tongue inside your hole again and it was when his nose bumped against your clit that you began to grind against his face as a newly formed knot in your abdomen played tricks on your brain and you just needed to break it, to release, to cum again and to feel the ecstacy again.

the continuous colliding of his nose against your clit is the main source of pleasure this time and what pushed you over the edge as you screamed once again in the empty park, a little after midnight, without a shame or care in the world.

"thank you! thank you!" you repeated again and again as your thighs and maybe even your legs shaked but none of you paid it any heed, not when you came all over chuuya's face so prettily and not when his tongue lapping and sucking on your over sensitive and puffy cunt is messing with your brain.

you found time to breath and to calm down only when chuuya pulled back from your cunt and looked at you, when you looked back down at him, you nearly released another moan at the sight of his chin and jaw dripping with your juices. chuuya licked his lips, licking your juices as he smirked at you while panting a bit, his own arousal messing with his mind.

"next time you try to be a brat and i'll put you in your place infront of everyone." he threatened and you shook your head, smiling.

"you won't." you whispered as it was hard to find your voice after being eaten out for the first time and chuuya realised it too by the way your thighs were still shaking.

"yeah, i won't -- unless i am pushed to do it of course." chuuya grinned and winked at you before he laid the flat of his palm against your thigh and began to caress it, other hand moving to unbuckle his belt as he demanded, "on all fours, be quick doll. we have twenty minutes before the old guard wakes up."

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"chuuuuuya! please come here, i want to talk to you." your brother sang in a cherry like voice which made chuuya's heart freeze in terror.

the man looked at you with a frown as he nearly whined, "this is it. he's gonna kill me. i am as good as dead meat --"

you lean near the fretting man to kiss his lips gently before patting his shoulder as you roll your eyes, "its my brother. you can literally punch him if he tries something."

chuuya took a deep breath before he nodded with a determined look on his face and stood up from the couch, walking towards the stairs to climb upstairs.

yet the moment he stepped inside your brother's room and closed the door, chuuya groaned as your brother punched him on his side.

"fucker! 'your sister is my sister' bullshit!" your brother growled as he glared at chuuya who smiled sheepishly and raised his arms to surrender himself infront of your brother's wrath.

"you are a fucking snake! a scorpion who stabs people from the back!" your brother yelled as he frantically looked around, spotting a cushion lying on the edge of his bed and he picked it up before throwing it at chuuya who ducked in time to save his face from being hit.

"a fucking crocodile!" your brother threw another insult as he climbed on the bed to pick another pillow before trying to throw it at chuuya again who jumped this time.

"c-come on man --"

"silence." your brother growled again and chuuya immediately placed his index finger against his lips, nodding.

". . 'you don't need to worry. i will treat your sister with the same fragility as you do.' what a disgusting liar you are! you-- come here bastard!" your brother yelled as he tried to get off the bed and catch chuuya who stuck his tongue out, opening the door and running out.

"i do treat her with fragility . . . only not in bed --"

"you punk!" your brother yelled at chuuya's provocation as the two ran down the stairs with your brother still trying to catch chuuya who looked over his shoulder and blew your brother a kiss, further annoying him.

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Lessons in Upholstery

Sebastian Sallow x f!oc (Aurélie Collins).

Content warnings: NSFW/mature rating. Sebastian Sallow is needy. Puppy!Sebastian?? No explicit language but very sexually suggestive, mentions of nudity and sexual acts. Reader discretion is advised. Post-Hogwarts 18+ grown up Sebaura.

Word count: 1.6k

Preview: There was a unique ache that existed when she was out of reach — one that started as a small hole in his chest before spreading rapidly until his entire being felt hollow, an ache that demanded they share a too-small bed so they had to sleep tangled together, or eat at a too-small kitchen table so she had to take most of her meals sitting in his lap.

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Upholstered in pale blue velvet, with matching embroidered silk pillows and ornately carved legs of polished mahogany, the tiny two-seater loveseat was clearly not designed for everyday use — yet every night, Sebastian found himself crammed between the armrests with a very satisfied redhead slotted awkwardly between his long legs.

When Aurélie had found the sofa in a Muggle brocante in Toulouse, Sebastian had known immediately that there was no point in trying to talk her out of buying it. They didn't own a home to keep it in, and unless they bought a bloody chateau (which was highly improbable given that Sebastian was only a trainee Healer), it wasn't likely to suit any future home they ever lived in. But none of that mattered, because as soon as that little squeal of delight had left her lips, he knew they'd be leaving the antique market as proud owners of the most ridiculously ostentatious piece of furniture he'd ever laid eyes on.

Happily, he hadn't regretted that decision since. Even when his legs went numb with pins and needles and his back got a permanent crick in it, so long as she was tucked into him, her back pressed to his chest and her soft hair ticking the underside of his chin, Sebastian would never buy another sofa for as long as they lived. — Because there was no other way he ever wanted to sit unless it was with the small, warm weight of her in his lap.

A weight that was presently — and unbearably — absent as Aurélie busied herself in the tiny kitchen across the single-roomed cottage, humming under her breath as she chopped vegetables for their dinner. Sebastian watched her over the top of his book, his attention drawn, as it always was whenever she was near (or not near enough), away from the dry medical journal he was studying to the silky fall of her hair down her back, the soft shuffle of her bare feet over the kitchen rug, and the sheer summer dress that clung to her thighs, her waist: she'd regained some of the weight she'd lost after the horrors of their seventh year, and her hair had grown several inches over the summer, lightened to the colour of golden strawberries by the French sun.

Leaving the Highlands had done wonders for her health, but Sebastian liked to think that love had done that to her. His love.

Tossing his book aside, he dropped his head back on the arm rest and let out a long, almighty groan.

There was a unique ache that existed when she was out of reach — one that started as a small hole in his chest before spreading rapidly until his entire being felt hollow, an ache that demanded they share a too-small bed so they had to sleep tangled together, or eat at a too-small kitchen table so she had to take most of her meals sitting in his lap.

Of course, he was self aware enough to know that his acute need for physical affection bordered on being a little… obsessive, and that owning too-small furniture was just a blatant way of enabling his insatiable desire to touch her — but he also knew how quickly love could be snatched away, and so he endeavoured to keep it close at all times: to see it in her eyes and hear it in her laugh, to taste it in her mouth and feel it shiver across her skin, to pour it into her until even her breath was saturated with it —

His love.

His.

Aurélie cast him an amused glance over her shoulder. ‘Hungry?’ she called, a teasing lilt in her delicious voice.

‘Staaarving,’ he whined, reaching his arms out for her.

Expecting her to argue about the virtues of patience, he was surprised when she immediately skipped across the room and climbed onto his lap, wrapping her arms and legs around him so tightly he struggled to breathe — just the way he liked it. Likely she'd heard the thinly veiled desperation in his voice, but in the short time they'd lived together, he'd come to learn that the empty awful ache of separation was a shared feeling.

‘Mm, that's better,’ he hummed, wrapping his arms around her waist. The little sofa groaned under their combined weight, threatening to fall to pieces if they kept this up, but Sebastian felt the hollow pit in his chest recede back to a manageable speck, placated for the time being until she inevitably up and left again.

He wasted no time. Dipping his head, he kissed slowly along her jawline and down her throat, breathing her summer scent deep into his lungs: sugar and cream and strawberries.

‘You were gone for ages,’ he murmured into the crook of her neck. Her pulse quickened beneath his lips, and he smiled.

‘Fifteen minutes,’ she snorted, threading her fingers through his hair. ‘It took fifteen minutes before you started whining.’

‘I don't whine.’

‘Yes you do. — And whimper. You're like a puppy,’ she added, shifting in his lap in a way that made his breath catch and his fingers dig into her hips.

Instinctively, he slid his hands beneath her dress to palm the curve of her spine, dragging the pads of his fingers across her skin so that his touch might stay imbued there long after his hands were gone. She shivered in return, pressing herself flush against him until all the aching space between them was suffocated between their bodies.

It never took long for them to unravel together; no matter how innocent their intentions were upon settling onto the sofa every night, how tired they proclaimed to be or how much study Sebastian had to get through, it was only a matter of time before he was tugging the silky slip of her dress over her hips, too busy moaning into her mouth to bother pulling it all the way over her head.

Tonight was no exception.

‘Puppies are cute,’ he said stupidly, letting his lips trail a wanton path of desire along her collarbone. ‘S'you think m'cute…’

‘I think you're out of control…’

Sebastian snickered against her skin, but she was right: his hips were already canting against her, each thrust punctuated by an undignified squeak from the sofa until the tiny cottage was filled with a creaky symphony of little thrusts and heavy breaths.

Blind to anything but the taste of her skin, he hadn't noticed the ridiculous little noises he was making until, with some difficulty, she pried his lips away from her neck. Suffering terribly, he made another stupid noise, squeaking like some kind of injured bird, but she soothed the pout off his face with a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, and he fell silent.

‘You know,’ she said, tilting his flushed face to look at her, ‘I think you could benefit from a little obedience training, no?’

Sebastian swallowed — loudly.

‘Training?’ he echoed, eagerly wetting his lips. ‘What kind of training?’

Never one to back down from a challenge, Sebastian's propensity for learning, combined with his impulsivity and mildly-obsessive tendencies, meant he was usually the one who took the lead in matters of the mind — after all, he'd taught himself all number of forbidden spells when he was only fifteen, defied every “Do not enter” and locked door he'd ever encountered, and read so many books he was practically a walking encyclopaedia. But when it came to this, he found himself all-too happy to be led.

Smiling like she didn't hold his very life in her hands, Aurélie tilted his head back by his chin as she pondered his question, exposing his throat to her thoughtful gaze. Goosebumps erupted across his skin, and he shivered like he was cold.

‘Depends,’ she whispered, leaning down to plant a warm, lingering kiss to the underside of his chin — a whimper slipped out; he didn't try to stifle it.

‘On?’ he croaked.

‘On what sort of reinforcement you need. — Positive,’ she mouthed, pressing down with her hips again, ‘or negative,’ she nipped his skin with her teeth.

‘Ah — fuck.’ Sebastian's body reacted well before his mind caught up. Holding her firmly by the waist, he bucked his hips up once, twice, three times, using the momentum to create friction where they both needed it most; because despite how in control she wanted to appear, she whimpered just as loudly as he did when he rutted against her. Beneath them, the sofa gave a loud, precarious-sounding screech, but Sebastian was beyond caring about the state of his furniture — he'd level the fucking house if it meant having her closer.

‘Sebas—,’ she yelped, but he cut her off with a kiss that left no room for speech, or breath, or thought beyond how fucking badly he needed her.

They moved against each other then, lost in a mess of limbs and lips and hands and tongues, and the volume of his moaning was rivalled only by that of the sofa's antique joints begging for mercy, which they dutifully ignored until —

Crack —

A splintering crunch and a hard lurch backwards cut their frantic canoodling short, and suddenly Sebastian found himself on the floor with a broken sofa back beneath him and a very unimpressed — albeit delightfully naked — redhead on top.

Not content to let a bit of back pain interrupt them, he grinned up at her hopefully, unabashedly flashing the best, most pathetically pleading puppy eyes he could muster — but she only frowned at him through her curtains of auburn hair, pinned his arms above his head and whispered, ‘Negative reinforcement it is, then.’

With the sofa officially out of action, the only thing begging for mercy for the rest of the night was him.

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Currently thinking about how Viper would have handled that first night after the hop 31 accident

Mike stared deep into his coffee with half lidded, glassy eyes. It looked like the dark sea, the froth from the creamer an eerie resemblance of sea foam. For a moment he got lost in it. Imagining what Pete had been through.

"Mike." A gentle and familiar voice pulled him from his thoughts. "You look like shit."

Mike forced a breath out his nose, half-hearted and humourless. He knew how he looked. Dark bags haunting the underside of his eyes. Drowning under the pressure of the piles of paperwork, a destroyed fighter jet, one of his students dead and another under medical surveillance.

So, yeah, he looked like shit.

He scrubbed a hand over his face.

"If you came in here to tell me that, Jes, you should have saved yourself the effort." Viper's voice was gravelly, raw.

Jester closed the door behind him as he stepped into the threshold of Viper's office. He crossed his arms as he leaned back against the door.

"Did you even go home last night?" Rick asked, eyeing the takeaway containers and the empty coffee pot that Mike had been refilling.

Mike dropped his hand to lay his flat palm against the table top.

He shook his head.

He had called Mary close to seven o'clock to tell her that he wouldn't be home until much later. She had called his office at one in the morning asking if he would be home at all. He had said he wasn't sure and next thing he knew she was showing up on base with the leftovers from the previous night in takeaway containers. She sat with him for an hour while he explained everything, even getting her to read over one of his reports as he wasn't exactly trusting his eyes this late at night.

She had tried to get him to come home but he couldn't. He had to be on base in case something happened to Pete. He couldn't leave him.

Instead she opted to curl up on his two seater lounge he had in his office and stay by his side while he worked. She drifted off for a few hours before rousing and pulling him from his desk and to the sofa. Mike managed to get maybe an hour's worth of uncomfortable, fitful sleep before he was waking back up and returning to work. His neck and back were paying the price for the uncomfortable sleeping position.

Mary had left just after six o'clock, needing to be back home to get ready for her own job. She told him that she would be back as soon as she could and to give her updates on 'their boy'.

Pete was always, and continued to be, their boy. Even if he didn't know it.

Something inside Mike had shattered seeing Pete passed out from the adrenaline crash and exhaustion of it all, looking so small in that big hospital bed. Mike's heart broke, knowing that Pete would wake up to a Goose-less world, his best friend ripped from his life. He knew that feeling all too well. He wishes he could have protected Pete from this fate. It was a tough fate.

He knew Pete wasn't at fault for the crash, anyone with a brain could see that. But the Navy had it out for Pete, all because of his father and his sacrifice.

So, if Mike doctored the reports just a little to swing the odds more in Maverick's favour -to keep him in a cockpit, where he belongs - it was no one's business but his.

"He'll be okay." Jester reassured. "I know we… we lost Goose. But Maverick. He's going to pull through. He'll be okay, Mike."

Viper breathed through his nose deeply.

"I almost lost him too… I promised his dad I'd take care of him." Mike grimaced at the memory of Duke Mitchell and the drunken night all those years ago where they promised to take care of each other's families if anything happened to the other. He had tried his best to stick to that promise. Had helped Rosie Mitchell when her grief was too much and she couldn't provide for herself, let alone her six year old son. He helped put Pete through school so she could save what money Duke had left them. But inevitable, Rosie joined Duke far too soon and Mike was helpless when they took Pete away. "I've done a pretty shit job of it."

"How about we go see him. Nurse said he was starting to wake up." Jester offered.

Mike nodded.

Yes, seeing him would help ease the quaking in his heart.

[missstolensweetheart]

Bad dreams ༄☆.˙🍓

Drabble! Smut!

TBH+C!dom!Alex turner x sub!fem!reader

Warnings : cheating! nightmare! insecurities! unprotected sex!

Summary: you have a nightmare that Alex cheats on you. He comforts you and your insecurities. And he fucks you🤭

You walked into the backstage of a venue with the intentions of surprising your boyfriend, Alex who had been on tour for a month now. You missed him terribly, missed his doe eyes, his soft hair, his kisses in the morning when the sun would peak through the windows. In short you missed him tons.

You shuffled through the backstage staff it was 30 minutes before show so you can imagine how busy it would be backstage. You made your way to his dressing room hesitating before grabbing the door handle. You tried to open it but it wouldn’t budge… “he’s probably just changing” you said calming your anxiety. You knocked on the door gently

“Al” you said only loud enough for him to hear. You heard rustling on the other side followed by footsteps. He opened the door just enough for you to see him, his hair was a bit messy and his shirt looked like it had been thrown on

“Hey you what’re you doing here?” His tone was suspicious but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions

“I came to see you, now let me in” you said with a smile then pushing on the door trying to force it open

“No babeh I don’t think-“ you managed to push it open enough to see a half naked woman sitting on the small two seater sofa, she was pretty… prettier than you. She had green eyes and black hair that fell onto her shoulders.

You felt your heart shatter. Nothing like you’ve ever felt before a mix of grief, anger, sadness hit you at once overwhelming your mind. Your eyes became foggy and watery, your knees felt as though they were going to buckle…

“fuck” you managed to get out.

You shot up in your bed breathing heavily, eyes watering, “it was just dream” you repeated in your mind. you knew it wasn’t real but you still couldn’t shake the feeling. Alex stirred in his sleep

“babeh?” His voice sleepy and deep making you want to cry.

You inhaled deeply holding back tears and your shaky voice “yeah?”

“You okay?” His hand found it’s way to your waist squeezing it gently

“Yeah, bad dream.” You tried to brush it off like it was nothing but it was the complete opposite

“You wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“You sure?” He was always persistent

“Yeah” You tried to slow your breathing down as best as you could

“Alright..”

“I’m gonna go to the toilet real quick” you made up some fake excuse to get away for a moment, you just needed a minute

“Mm’k goodnight my love” he removed his hand from your waist turning back over on his stomach , gently burying his face in the pillow

You walked to the bathroom carefully shutting the door as quiet as you could in order not to disturb Alex. You sunk down on to the floor letting the rest of your tears flood out, you couldn’t believe you were crying over a stupid dream, you at least spent 20 minutes in there crying and then at some point looking at yourself in the mirror pointing out all your flaws. Alex must have felt that you were missing because about 25 minutes after walking into the bathroom you heard a knock at the door

“Babeh? You okay?” He said in a drowsy worried voice that made you want to cry more

“Uh y-yeah” you failed at holding back your sobs this time, a loud one escaping your lips

“Open the door… please?” Almost sounded like he was begging you couldn’t imagine how worried he was

You opened the door with a shaky hand. Your eyes met his, he immediately grabbed you pulling you close to him you almost collapsed in his arms

“Shh it’s okay I’ve got you..” he rubbed your back in circles

Once your crying had calmed down he brought you over to the sink you sat on the counter while he grabbed tissues, you wiped off the tears staining your face, you felt a bit embarrassed that you had just sobbed over a stupid nightmare

“Now do you wanna tell me what this is really about?” He pulled your chin up forcing you to make eye contact with him

You hesitated but eventually spoke up “I had a bad dream…”

“About what love?” He look at you with those big doe eyes, you couldn’t keep a thing from this man he was your weakness

“You cheated on me” your eyes looked anywhere but at his

“Oh babeh…” he put arms around your waist positioning hisself between your thighs resting his head in the crook of your neck “you know I would never do that right?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck “I know… its stupid that I’m even crying about it”

“It’s not stupid ,doll.” He reassured you

“I just feel like… I’m not pretty enough for you” your voice quivered as the tears threatened to come back

He pulled back slightly looking into your eyes once more “are you serious? You’re beautiful. You’re the prettiest girl in the whole damn world. Shit compared to you I look like a homeless man” he chuckled and so did you

“There we Go Theres that beautiful smile I love” he looked at you with admiration

You sighed “I know you love me and you think I’m beautiful but sometimes it doesn’t feel that way even though I know it’s true..”

His smiled dropped into a frown “Does it not feel that way right now?”

“Yeah..” You mumbled

“Can I make it feel that way?”

That sparked your interest “how so?”

“You’ll see” he said with a sly smirk leaning closer and kissing your lips before moving down to your neck his beard tickling your bare skin made you giggle

“Al..” you said feeling the urge to stop him because honestly he really didn’t have to do this

“Yes babeh?” He looked up, his eyes immediately changing your mind

“Never mind..” he carried on with his kissing then gently suckling on your neck his hands made their way under your shirt toying with your bare breast you hissed at the feeling of his cold hands

“May I?” He motioned to take your shirt off in which you responded with a eager nod. He slipped the thin fabric over your head tossing it to the side. He crouched down slightly bring his mouth to your breast sucking on them, you know it’s going to leave hickeys but you couldn’t care less.

After a few minutes he pulled his mouth away from your sensitive breast.

“Get up.” You were confused at first but then followed his orders standing in front of him. He grabbed your shoulders turning you around to face the bathroom mirror

“Do you see yourself babeh?”

“Mhm” obviously you could see yourself it was a fucking mirror after all

“Do you see how pretty you are?” He hand snaked around you waist

You hesitated.

“Do you see how pretty you are?” He repeated a bit more forcefully

“Mhm” You nodded

“Good girl” his hands moved down from your waist to you hips

You swallowed hard. He gently pulled down your oversized pajama pants

“You see how pretty these breast are?” He cupped your breast “and how pretty these hips are” he squeezed your hips

“Mhm”

“That’s my good girl..” he kissed your neck his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

He pushed the dark red panties you had on down.

“Bend over for me doll.” You obliged your body pressing against the cold marble counters. You heard shuffling behind you. Your eyes rolled back when when he shoved his cock inside you, he gave you a second to adjust to his size, he didn’t have a ten inch cock or nothing but he was a decent size and thick. His thrust started slow one of his hands moved from your hip to chin forcing it up.

“Look at how pretty you look while I fuck you.” You looked up at mirror in front of you you felt a bit silly when you looked at your self but when you looked at Alex behind you, you were turned on more by it.

He tutted “look at yourself doll not me” you adjusted your gaze back to yourself but every once in a while stealing glances at him.

His thrust got faster and harder “you feel so good, princess”

You couldn’t help but moan and whimper his name. Once he hit your g-spot you moaned loudly he took that as cue to hit that spot harder he grunted. “fuck..” he said breathily

“Alex… I-I’m close- “ he cut you off

“I know pretty girl. Cum with me.” His last were thrust were hard and fast, you came hard and he came soon after, cum dripping down your thighs. He pulled out and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you up gently and supporting you

“Let’s get you cleaned up beautiful” he smiled then leading you to the shower.

He truly made you feel like you were the only girl in the world.

(A/N coming back with a bang. this is my first time writing in a while and my first time writing smut. Please have mercy on me🙏🙏😭😭)

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new update - 'thank you for the venom', chapter 2: 'fitting you with weapons in the form of words'

Chapter One

Chapter 2 Summary

Lute addresses the Exorcists with changes to the program.

...or at least, attempts to.

Can I just say a huuuuuuuuge thank you to those who read the first chapter of this silly little story? And another thank you to those who liked, reblogged and commented? You're all legends!!!

ao3 queue update - I'm number 24,363 in the queue, so more than halfway from where I started to an invite!

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Chapter 2

The Common Room, Exorcist Training Centre, Heaven

There were precisely three times in Lute’s life that she could recall being so anxious she wanted to vomit.

The first time was minutes prior to her maiden voyage down into Hell. Her nerves had taken over to the point where, during Adam’s address before they descended through the portal to the realm below, she’d made sure to hide at the back of the crowd behind her sisters-in-arms. She’d hoped that the gateway to Hell would close before she had the chance to fly through, and she could stay behind in Heaven where she knew it was safe. Where she didn’t have to stress about being a disappointment if her performance wasn’t up to scratch.

As it turned out, Lute had no reason to worry. She had a natural talent for slaughter, and when she was armed with a sword, she was downright lethal. Once she stepped foot on the brimstone-covered streets of Hell, it was like a kill-switch had automatically been triggered somewhere deep inside her brain. No less than one hundred and sixty-seven Sinners were exterminated at her hands that year, earning her the highest individual amount for a rookie Exorcist ever recorded. She’d even been congratulated personally by Sera at the informal post-Extermination party that year, who didn’t usually attend such frivolous events, but she made a point of deliberately stopping past to seek out Lute and offer her praise.

“I’m going to keep my eye on you,” Sera had promised, her serene voice the only sound Lute could focus on despite the blaring music and drunken chanting vibrating through her ears. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see one of her fellow soldiers chugging expertly from a beer bong, golden ale dripping down her chin as other Exorcists and Adam egged her on.  “Continue the hard work, and you’ll do great things, soldier. I know it.”

The second time was a considerably less serious situation, yet an experience Lute found nothing short of mortifying: Vaggie had accidentally stumbled across her secret collection of romance novels one night when she was over visiting.

Romance wasn’t something that Lute had the patience for in her day-to-day life – in fact, she could think of nothing worse than having to share her time, her thoughts, her bed with somebody else. That would mean dropping her callous, tough-bitch façade and exposing the fact that she had feelings.

No. She had a reputation to uphold and as such, it was far easier to be alone and dedicate her focus to her work.

That didn’t mean that she couldn’t switch off at night and escape reality for an hour or two. Most nights, after meticulously cleaning her apartment and ensuring any outstanding work was completed, she’d curl up on her two-seater sofa under a blanket, hot chocolate in one hand and novel in another. She found an inexplicable comfort between the pages of those books, allowing them to stir emotions inside her that she would only allow to be felt when she was off-duty and alone. Some pages made her pulse quicken and pale cheeks flush as golden as the sun itself if they were particularly steamy. The more tender stories, however, stirred her softer side, making her stomach flutter and heart skip a beat.

She’d even shed a tear once at a particularly moving epilogue, though she’d rather tear her own arm off than ever admit it out load.

So, when Vaggie had opened Lute’s wardrobe that chilly evening to borrow a hoodie and noticed the box of poorly-hidden books – most of the covers depicting couples in various stages of undress, locked in compromising positions – Lute wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow her whole. It was the one guilty pleasure that she had for herself, and she couldn’t bear the thought of what would happen if her secret was exposed to her sisters. Her whole ‘tough bitch’ persona would be shattered, and then what?

“I swear to God, if you breathe a fucking word of this to anybody, Vaggie I will beat the living shit out of you.”  

“Relax,” Vaggie had laughed, studying the cover of one book through tears of mirth. “I won’t tell the girls that deep down, their Lieutenant is secretly a sucker for happily-ever-afters with a side of throbbing co-”

Lute seized her opportunity to tackle Vaggie to the ground and wrestle the tattered paperback from her friend’s hands, taking good measure to ‘accidentally’ whack her with it once or twice. Though she never stopped teasing Lute about her guilty pleasure, Vaggie stayed true to her word: she never told a soul about Lute’s dirty little secret, to which she was incredibly thankful for.

Those scenarios though, as nerve-wrecking and embarrassing as they were, paled in comparison to how Lute felt in this present moment: standing in front of her hundreds of peers, feeling the Commander’s eyes boring into her back, basically burning two holes directly through her shoulder blades. She knew he was daring her to fuck up, and there was no chance she was going to give him that satisfaction.

“Exorcists. Recently, there have been some concerns raised regarding the future of Extermination Day.”

Light murmurs started to ripple through the crowd of women, which didn’t help the bubbling feeling threatening to rise Lute’s abdomen. She flexed and clenched her left wrist in a feeble attempt to distract herself from her own nerves.

She was used to this. Whispering was fine. Nothing to worry about, totally normal, in fact. Besides, this happened all the time during Adam’s speeches – though usually, her sisters-in-arms were laughing at one of his inane jokes.

Reel them back in, Lieutenant.

“Be quiet.” Lute commanded sternly, and to her relief, the whispers died down almost instantly.  “After extensive analysis, we have concluded that – ”

“We? Ladies, just so you’re aware, I’ve had absolutely nothing to do with the bomb your lieutenant is about to drop on you.” Adam strode over next to where Lute was standing and bent down to mockingly rest his elbow on her right shoulder, his mask twisted into a smug grin. “If you think she’s a bitch now – and, you’re totally right, she absolutely is - you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Lute exhaled sharply, trying not to let her frustration take over, and shrugged Adam’s arm off her shoulder with slightly more force than needed. Adam knew he had her cornered – if she reacted to his taunts, she’d be just as childish as he was. If she ignored him, she wouldn’t give him the rise that he was hoping to get out of her, but consequently she’d probably give off the impression that she was tolerating his attitude. Neither of those options were preferable – unfortunately, the lesser of two evils was to push through.

“Thanks, Commander, for your input, but I’d like to get back to the matter at hand if you don’t mind.”

“Sure thing, babe.” Adam waved a hand carelessly, indicating his boredom. “This is your gig, I’m just the supporting act, right?”

Lute ignored the jab as she felt the heat rising in her cheeks. The whispering had started again, and she knew she had to act quickly to get her sisters attention back to the matter at hand otherwise she’d lose their interest completely. She locked eyes with Vaggie at the front of the crowd, who gave her a quick thumbs up, the subtlest of reassuring smiles plastered across her otherwise expressionless mask. At least somebody was in her corner this morning. She wiped her now-sweating hands on the skirt of her training uniform and continued with the speech she’d rehearsed at least a hundred time over the past few days.

“Our Extermination Day kill count has been in steady decline over the past decade. As a result, Hell’s population continues to rise – we estimate growth of about twenty percent over the last three years alone. At this rate-”

Adam coughed loudly and pointedly. “Nerd.”

The whispers grew louder as they echoed off the walls of the room; the Exorcists now not bothering to hide the fact that they were talking amongst themselves. Their voices rang in Lute’s ears, drowning out her will to persevere with her speech. She tried to focus on her breathing to calm her stomach, but the thickness of the air around her only made her increasingly aware of just how damn suffocating her helmet was.

“What is going on with them?”

“I hope she punches him in the face!”

“That’s only because you’re mad he didn’t call you after-”

“ENOUGH!”

The chatter amongst the Exorcists stopped immediately at the unexpected sound of Lute’s raised voice, the identical eyes on their masks all widening in shock. Lute wasn’t known for losing her temper at her fellow Exorcists. Sure, on the battlefield she took no prisoners, and within the training compound she was strict, but she always known to uphold a professional demeanour in front of her peers.

Well, except for the time she threw a mug at her boss’ head. That was different, though. He deserved it.

“I don’t want another fucking interruption again this morning.” Lute growled, not bothering to disguise the anger in her tone. Professionalism be damned, she was going to get through this. “From anybody.” She looked pointedly at Adam, who held his hands up as if to say, ‘what did I do?’.

“We need to turn this decline around fast if we have any chance of improving our stats by next Extermination Day, or we risk further overpopulation in Hell. As of this morning, we’re taking a different approach with our training.  We’re going back to basics. None of you are wielding a single weapon or touching the simulator until we get the foundations right. Physical conditioning. Mental resilience. Hand-to-hand combat. When – and only when – I see significant improvement in those areas, you’ll pick up a weapon again.”

Great recovery, Lieutenant.

Lute pulled her helmet off her head, inhaling sharply and savouring those first few unrestricted breaths. Feeling the coolness of the air on her face refreshed her flustered state, grounding her once again. She set it down on a chair behind her and began to remove her gloves and boots.

“Going back to basics also means we’re not wearing these helmets during training for the time being. Or our boots, or gloves, or neck armour – you’ll never learn properly if you’re physically restricted. Moving forward, you’ll come to training in leggings, crop tops and trainers. We’ll reintroduce personal equipment once we build our skills back up. Get your helmets and armour off.”

The sound of metal clinking and armour hitting the floor echoed throughout the common room as her sisters removed their helmets and protective gear. Sensing she had a moment to herself, Lute ran her hands through her hair, separating the silvery strands that had been compressed together under the weight of her helmet. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back and massaged her scalp where the top of the helmet had irritated it, the sensation from the pressure eliciting a low ‘mmm’ from the back of her throat.

“Is that all it takes to make you moan? You’d be such a freak in the sheets, Lieutenant.” A low voice murmured in Lute’s ear, sending tiny shock waves that pulsated throughout her entire body, causing her eyes to flutter open.

He was so unexpectedly close to her; she could practically feel the smug satisfaction emanating off his body like a radiant heat. He’d deliberately sidled up next to her as he whispered so softy that only she could hear his voice, the silk of his robes just grazing the sensitive feathers of her right wing. Goosebumps spread up the back of Lute’s neck, the uneasy feeling that had been lying dormant in her stomach for several minutes now back with an unrelenting vengeance.

“Can you fucking not?” She snapped, ruffling her feathers in a futile attempt to create a barrier between them, trying to erase the closeness between them that she was now all too aware of. Not budging, he began to laugh – not just a small chuckle either, but a proper belly-laugh, his hands clutching at the front of his robes.

“Sorry babe, but that’s not usually a sound someone makes when they scratch their head. Coming from somebody as uptight as you though, it was basically pornographic.” He turned away from Lute towards the back of the room, reaching under his mask to wipe a tear away from the corner of his eye. “Look, you even made me cry. Funny shit.”

“Hilarious. Respectfully, Sir, go deep throat a cactus. How’s that for pornographic?”

 The last word of Lute’s sentence rang throughout the room as she slowly came to the realisation that the Exorcists had finished removing their gear some time ago and had been watching the back-and-forth between her and Adam for God knows how long.

Long enough for them to confirm what they were already suspicious of: that there was some kind of unspoken, private war raging between their Lieutenant and Commander.

“Right!” Lute barked, stepping away from Adam to create as much distance between them as possible. In her peripheral vision, his shoulders continued to shake with silent laughter.

“We’re moving into Hall One, ladies. Today’s the day I start whipping you bitches into shape. If I hear any complaints, you get burpees. If I see any slacking off or fucking around, you get burpees. Clear?”

“Yes, Lieutenant!” the crowd chimed in unison, before filing out of the room, their chatter filling the awkward silence that had hung in the air moments ago. Without a second glance back at Adam, she collected her discarded uniform and strode after her peers.

As Lute made her way into the training hall, she couldn’t help but notice the feeling in her stomach had shifted. The anxiety from just under her chest had finally dissipated, leaving behind an unfamiliar, burning feeling deep in her abdomen that she couldn’t quite place.

Shaking her head, she chalked it down to relief at finally getting through the morning address and shifted her focus to the task at hand.

It was time to start training her girls.

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Stay tuned for the next chapter! I'm not naming the chapters for this story, but if I could name the next one.. it would be 'Dangertits'.

[lgwifey]

Homesick Part 1

“Hello Forks”

human!Fem!reader x platonic!EdwardCullen

summary : Y/n’s dad had been given a new job offer, meaning she had to drag herself half way across the world to a town that shame was positive rained more than London had.

A thin layer of dust sat on the cardboard boxes. They'd only been there for a few days, sitting waiting for their owners to arrive in the once derelict house.

Beside the over-wrapped boxes sat more, newer cardboard boxes of various shapes and sizes.

"See, I told you everything would arrive fine."

The miserable teenager didn't change her facial expression, jumping slightly when her mother made her presence known.

"Worried over nothing y/n. You're gonna give yourself a stroke from all that one day dear."

The sixteen year old just gave a small hum in reply, walking further into the blank canvas of a room as her mother wondered off to explore more of the new house.

She didn't have too much to do, her dad had been there very for the few months before her and her mother to get the house half liveable before they arrived. He hadn't done much, just made sure the workmen had put new flooring were on the three levels and painted all the rooms a soft white base. He was far too busy with his new job to actually do the work himself.

That's why they'd moved over.

4846 miles.

Y/n didn't want to leave London, her exact responce to the proposal being 'are you off your head !?". All her friends were there, all her family. She literally had to pick up her entire life because of this promotion.

After a while of staring off into space, Y/n decided there was no point waiting any more of the day. She was jet lagged and dehydrated but she was determined to get at least her bed put together before the sun started to set, which was luckily quite a while away due to the time changes, something else that she was going to need to get used to.

She wondered back over to the doorway she'd been stood in a moment before, unzipping her carry-on bag to find her phone charger and the American plug adapter she had stashed away. She'd buy a new charger soon but this would work fine for the time being.

It took her a while to find a album she wanted to listen to, she had a bunch of perfect playlists burned but they where all in the cardboard boxes that she wasn't planning on unpacking until tomorrow which left her with too many decision and her iPod, leaving her to just press play on one of Britney's album and start dragging the new cardboard boxes to the middle of the room, using a pair of kitchen scissors her mother had left for her to slice open the packages.

"Y/n !"

The scream from outside her room broke the girl from her furniture k-hole. Her eye-line looking up from the vanity's draws that she'd just finished putting together, twisting to look towards the entrance to the room.

"What !"

“Dinner !"

She gave a small huff, wiping her hands on the black track pants she'd been wearing since the beginning of the 19 hour flight. She was too tired to change them before... and they're comfy.

As she went to stand up from her knelt position, only for her knee to disagree with the action.

She landed with a thump, her attempt to hold onto the wall for support failing.

"Y/n !"

“Yep !"

She stretched her legs out this time before trying to move, wondering down the dramatic staircase before reaching the room she'd heard her parents conversation in.

In the room was a pair of luxury sofas, a three seater with a corner that was in front of the window and a two seater opposite it, against the wall which lead to the half boxed up kitchen. The old wooden coffee table from their London home was sat in between the two, a small smile fell on her chapped lips at the small piece of home. It had been in her great-grandma's house before she passed and she had been worried that it would be one of the prices left in a charity shop or to another family member.

On top of the dark coffee table was a stack of pizza boxes, the only option since the kitchen was still empty other than its shell of an island and cupboards.

"Obviously this is just a treat, since the kitchens still empty."

"Of course."

Y/n slouched down beside her dad, ripping one of the lids off a box and dropping a slice onto the cardboard. Her mother's health freak serious tone was a direct contrast to her father's humorous reply.

“How's everything going Cherry Pie, your mum says you've been up there since you landed."

She looked over, hair thrown into a loose hair claw, a few strands having fallen out jurying her construction process. She finished her mouthful of crust, nodding before her reply could come.

"I've finished the bed frame, vanity and putting my walls up. Could you help me later getting my mattress on ? I tried but it's really heavy."

" 'course I can."

He was met with his daughter's wide smile. He knew this move was difficult for her. Not only because of all the change with her social life and the different continents obvious differences but also because of the schooling differences.

The sixteen year old had fought with her life to get the through the last four years of high school, finally finishing with top grades, only for the different school system to send her back for an extra two years. Luckily they'd been able to get her moved up a year with the academic differences between the English and American school schedules, but the point stood that neither of Y/n’s parents knew if she was going to be able to get through the next ten months with her emotions in tact.

part Two

Masterlist

[tgmsunmontue]

Another Time (Chapter 10/14)

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE

Summary: Jake wakes up in Rooster's body ~30 hours post-Mission and they have to deal with it. They're adults. Apparently.

(Posting on Tumblr, chapter a day until it's complete (currently 14 chapters already written), after it's complete I will post it on AO3 once a day until it's completed there as well).

Odd chapter = Jake POV, Even chapter = Bradley POV

TEN

                He wakes up warm, his arm firmly tucked over a torso, and he hums under his breath. He’s still not in his own body. As he’d predicted last night, Nat had commandeered his guest room. Coyote had gotten a lift home from Bob, both promising to return tomorrow. Now today. It had left him with the sofa, the lumpy as fuck one-seater or the floor beside Hangman. He’d considered the option of sliding into the bed beside Hangman, but there’s a big difference between doing it when he’s awake and asking (and okay, a bit loopy because of the drugs), and doing it when he’s fast asleep. He’d wanted to though. Being rudely woken in the middle of the night and being offered, no, told, that got what he wanted, well, that’s something he could get used to.

                He stretches a little, nuzzles his nose into the nape of Hangman’s neck and just breathes for a moment.

                “Mornin’,” Hangman says, voice rough and Bradley misses his accent.

                “Morning…” He replies, hears the accent and it just isn’t the same.

                “So, what’s on the list?”

                “It ended up being quite a… quite a list,” Bradley states, because he’d read it over and felt uncomfortable just reading it, let alone discussing it. Although he knows they’re going to have to. He draws away from Hangman and reaches for the piece of paper and hands it to Hangman silently. Gets up and goes to the bathroom and comes back, sliding back under the blankets without being asked, Hangman having shifted to face him and looking at him isn’t going to make this any easier.

                “Vulnerability. Trust. Communication… this is like intense couples therapy before we’re even a proper couple,” Hangman says and Bradley laughs quietly, because he’s not wrong.

                “Yeah. This feels all backwards.”

                “Hmm. You think we would have managed to figure this out if we’d been doing it the traditional way?”

                “Well, I guess we’ll never know.”

                “Guess so. Backwards it is. Well, at least we can cross off proximity and touch… I mean, we’ve touched plenty,” Hangman states and his lips twitch in a smile and Bradley finds his eyes tracking the movement. Also noting that his moustache really needs a trim. Hmm.

                “And calling each other by our first names…”

                “You got a middle name?”

                “Uh, yeah. Peter.”

                “After Mav?” Hangman asks.

                “Yeah,” Bradley says on a sigh.

                “Hmm. Well, okay then Bradley Peter Bradshaw, my name is Jacob Andrew Seresin.”

                “Nice to meet you Jacob Andrew Seresin…”

                They both go silent, looking around hopefully for a brief second before they both break into huffs of laughter, shaking their heads.

                “God I wish it was that easy.”

                “Guess we can’t catch a break huh? Well, how about… biggest fear?”

                Bradley has to stop and think, because his immediate response is that he’s not afraid of anything. That’s a lie of course, but he can’t put it in words what it is he’s afraid of the most, feels like he’s lived through his worst fears coming true over and over to put a voice to them.

                “Least favorite food?” Hangman asks instead, obviously reading something in his silence or on his face.

                “Fruit.”

                “An entire food group? Really?”

                “Yeah. I’m really picky when it comes to fruit. My apples need to be crunchy, my bananas not too soft, pineapple still firm…”

                Hangman snorts.

                “Picky wee Rooster…”

                “No, I just know what I like.”

                “Do you just…”

                Bradley laughs, wants to shove him, kiss him, straddle him and –

                “Do you ever stop flirting?”

                “Nope. It’s all part of my charm darlin’.”

                “Part of something alright,” Bradley mutters and then Hangman is leaning forward, capturing his lips so soft and Bradley relaxes into it for the briefest of moments.

                “So, the whole physical intimacy. So polite of Bob. I want… it’s the last resort. I want to be in my own body when we do… more.”

                “More. Yeah… Although, if you jerk me off right now, would that count as you getting me off, or me getting off?”

                Bradley groans and pulls away with a laugh, shakes his head as he feels his neck and chest go warm with desire and embarrassment.

                “I have no idea… but I feel like we can put that down as a middle-step…”

                “All part of your plan of attack hmm?

                “Shut up. Like you have any better ideas.”

                “It’s just like another mission. We’ll figure it out. Break it down.”

                “Doubt this one can be fixed with a couple of well-aimed missiles.”

                “No. But I guess I can talk about myself for a bit…”

                “Your favorite subject right?” Bradley says, and he means it as a joke before he realizes that no, Hangman doesn’t talk about himself. He’s a cocky arrogant fighter pilot, confident in his abilities and more than willing to talk himself up… but that’s all surface. It’s not who he is. “Tell me.”

                “Hmm. Well. Vulnerable right?”

                Bradley’s stomach does an unpleasant flip. He’d hoped there wasn’t a tragic backstory or trauma but…

                “It’s not bad. I mean, my parents had me very late in life. My brother and sister are closer to Mav’s age than mine. Still, we’re all pretty close. I’m closer with my nieces and nephews… It’s just…”

                “You don’t have to…”

                “But I do, don’t I? What if it’s this that makes us switch back?”

                Bradley lets out a long breath, because he has a point.

                “We don’t have to do it all now though. Come on. We’ve got to get you ready for your hospital appointment and then we’ve got the debrief. We’ve also got something really important to take care of.”

                “What?”

                “I need to trim that moustache,” Bradley states and grins when Hangman laughs freely, some level of tension dripping away.

                “Do you not trust me?”

                “With my life? Yes. With my ‘stache? Not so much…”

                “Afraid I might shave the whole thing off?”

                “I think I could deal with that, it’s you trimming it crooked that would be world ending.”

                “Well okay honey, take care of me.”

ELEVEN

[idkbubs]

Don't go.

Anthony Lockwood x Lucy Carlyle

Warnings: None. Just tooth rotting fluff.

Based on the promt: Person A intentionally broke the heater so they could snuggle with Person B

It being the middle of winter meant that 35 Portland Row was beyond freezing. Less than 2°C at night had all residents freezing their nips off for hours, finding it uncomfortable to fall asleep when they couldn't even feel their toes.

The boiler no longer worked. The result of an accident down in the basement after Kipps' crew swooping in and stealing the case, the same case they had spent hours relentlessly trying to solve (and some very angry messages left on the thinking cloth). Barnes said there was nothing to be done now, 'it's out of your hands now, give over' played non-stop in Lockwood's head as he swung every emotion out onto the poor dummies. A bit too harsh indeed, one carry through and his rapier went slicing through the boiler and breaking its connection to the radiators within the house.

Lockwood hasn't exactly had the time to fix it, not when the company was facing an upsurge of backlash or heavy duty cases... plus, to be frank, he didn't want to fix it anyways. Not when it led him to something he had been longing for for a while.

The three of them sat on the sofa curled up in blankets and lots of tea to warm them up from the inside out. Lockwood and Lucy layed on the two-seater with only a slight shift of a leg for them to be touching completely. George, on the other hand, chose to sit in the same armchair that has molded to every nook and cranny of his arse, keeping him and his blanket away from the two oblivious lovers.

They sat there, silently watching some random movie that none had cared to change over. It wasn't long before George wanted to hit the hay in the comfort of his own duvet, leaving the two behind. Alone. Together.

"This house is bloody freezing. How did the boiler even break? That was fitted weeks ago."

"I have no clue, went to turn it up and nothing happened."

"This is absolutely shambolic."

Neither of the two teenagers could recall the moment that they had moved closer to one another- close enough for Lucy's head to be resting flat on the boy's shoulder. She grew quiet, Lockwood beginning to miss the complaining sentences leaving her lips, or any words at all for that matter. He tilted his head, looking down at the too quiet figure and finding Lucy peacefully asleep, cuddled into him.

He began having an internal dilemma- stay on the not-so comfortable sofa to ensure Lucy is comfortable or move her to an actual bed. Eventually the latter won the debate. Lockwood shifted her to be against the back pillows, folded he blanket up neatly onto the armchair and dusted his dress trousers off. He gently placed her arms around his shoulder before moving his around her torse and lifted her off the couch, her body immediately falling against his chest, head falling onto his shoulder once again. Keeping one hand on her back, he used the other to pull her right leg around his waist, before swapping and doing the same to the other. Now with Lucy safely secured in his arms (where she should be), he started the journey to the attic.

No one could ever say they had seen Lockwood be so careful in his actions, making sure to be as quiet as possible to not disturb the sleeping beauty he cared so much for.

Lockwood shifted his weight to place her on the bed when something happened that changed his life in a heartbeat.

"Anthony-"

She called for him in her sleep... and not 'Lockwood'. Anthony. She called for him using his first name.

"Please... don't go."

He could't leave now (not ever). He couldn't fathom what she could be dreaming about for her to call for him. He couldn't imagine what made her tighten her hold on him. What made her desperately cling to him like he was her lifeline.

"Shhhh. It's okay love, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

Lucy felt the lack of warmth as she was lowered into a mattress that seemed like clouds in her sleepy state. But the warmth soon returned when the bed dipped next to her. Thank heavens she hadn't made her bed that morning, he thought.

He removed his shirt, opting for the most comfort he could get when he has no sleepwear to change into. Hell, he didn't even know where Lucy kept her clothes (that's a lie. He knew exactly where she kept them in her dresser. It just felt too... intimate to do with her asleep and unaware).

Anthony laid down next to her and pulled the duvet up with him. The way that Lucy moved to be against him, arm on his chest, head in the crook of his neck, and her leg drawn up to rest ontop of his, made his heart swell with a feeling he knew all to well whenever he looks at her.

"Mmmh... love you."

He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, before saying it back to her. Even if she couldn't properly hear him in that moment it was something that he had to let her know.

And he'd be damned if George ever got word of this, so sure that he'd never hear the end of it from their other roomate. But Anthony knew he would do it all again. Anything Lucy would ask, he'd do it all.

For her.

[dimpledcherry]

Mechanic!Eddie Headcanons

it’s been a few months - and its Christmas season - so this calls for a part 4

a link to previous parts!

the cold hits hard in Indiana so naturally the shop get cold

queue Eddie never-felt-the-warmth-in-his-life Munson coming in a vest and t-shirt under his overalls 

yes overalls are the winter wear

he will always be rubbing his hands together blowing on them when he’s in the back office waiting for a car to come in

winter time means fixing heaters and replacing loads of batteries

he defo parks his van inside the garage because he’s against having to scrap the ice off it more than once a day

ohmygod when he’s worked there for a while - long enough that Wayne is confident Eddie is going to sick to it for a while HE BUYS HIM STEEL TOE CAPS FOR CHRISTMAS

The two of them are lounging on the sofa after their make shift small Christmas dinner, the sink is clear of dirty dishes, the trailer smelling faintly of roast potatoes and mint sauce, the tv is blaring old Christmas movies and the lights from the tree gives a cosy feel to the whole thing. 

Wayne’s in his arm chair, coffee rested in his hand and on the arm, Eddie is sprawled across the 2 seater, legs dangling of the edge slightly. The two sit in a comfortable silence, only filling it with “want another drink?” or snide remark about what they’d do the character position, followed by the other man laughing and completely disagreeing. It was love - pure familiar love that the two of them had grown to accept as their chunk of normality. 

They’d shared their gifts this morning: Eddie giving Wayne a new mug and a few new plaid shirts he’d found in a thrift shop in the high street, Wayne gifting Eddie some new patches and a new ring. 

As the film drew on, Wayne silently got up, leaving his coffee by his chair and going out to his car. The late evening gifts were a Wayne trade secret. From Eddie’s gorgeous guitar to the keys to the van he rolls around in - all late evening ‘before you go to bed, I love you’ remarks. 

“Where you going?” Eddie shouted as his Uncle opened the door, leaving it open, “You’re about to miss the most unexpected twist!”

His sarcasm made Wayne chuckle, “Gimme 2 seconds, boy.”

“You’re letting the heat out!”

Wayne walked back in with a box. It was retained, wrapped in red plaid paper. Eddie’s eyebrows arched at his Uncle. Wordlessly, the elder shut the door, sitting back down in his chair, Eddie following him with his eyes and sitting up. “Did your receptionist finally reveal her undying love for you?” Wayne cocked a brow, lips straight. “Don’t look at me like that - what’s more romantic than a show of love at a time of year like this?” There was teasing in Eddie’s tone.

“Boy, shut up. This is for you.” 

“Your receptionist ain’t really my type-”

 “You're an idiot- it’s from me.”

“But we’ve already given each other our gifts..” He wiggled his hand, the new ring glistened.

“Yes, but I forgot one.” There it was. The small, almost missable, Wayne smirk. The same one Eddie learnt to develop in time of confident happiness.

The present was thrusted into his hands, Ed sat it on his lap, opening it, eyeing his parental figure every now and then. The plain box created more confusion. With squinted brows, pursed lips and a tilted head, he opened the box. Inside sat 2 well conditioned Doc. Martin steel toe cap boots. 

“Holy shit Wayne- I can’t accept these!”

He couldn't help the blistering smile, “You can and you will. If you’re going to be running around that garage for years, you ain’t doing it in them sneakers of yours.” The infamous some how always clean white reeboks. When Eddie looked at Wayne, there was nothing but love, appreciation and something heavier in his eyes, “I know how much you enjoy it there, boy, how much at home you feel. And I also know how you don't like all the protective gear, so I thought these were the best way to keep a little part of you safe.”

Eddie just smiled. Smiled the same way he did when he was 6 and Wayne let him mess around on his old acoustic, the same smile when Wayne helped him pin up the first poster, when Wayne showed him how to stitch. It was the little things, the feelings behind the actions. 

Wayne started Eddie on the trend of a flask of hot coffee 

So every morning Eddie was pull into the garage, jump out the van - him and his flask - and sit behind the desk letting the heat warm him up

The boys would tease him when it snowed

“Got snow in your hair, Gorgeous!” 

“Too cold for ya yet, Girlie?”

Can just imagine him complaining every 5 minutes: “Its so cold!” “Can we please buy more heaters?” “How are you lot not cold?”

Queue him being told: “You’re so dramatic” “How are you Wayne’s boy? That man used to run around his truck in a t-shirt in this weather!” “Thought that hair of yours would keep you warm.”

He is always shocked whenever he goes into his drawers / tool box and the tool he’s getting is cold

He’s known for alway playing his music too loudly but this time of year, he does it do he can dance to it to keep himself warm

Oh he’s gotta go do the rubbish? take in a delivery? Yeaahhh he’s palming that job onto the new apprentice