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magma-queen · 3 years ago

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Heyo! If requests are open how about Naomi x Navel (aka little guy) from Trauma Center? :3 Maybe some good ol cheer up/destress tickles for one of them after a long day :)

Take your time friend! Have an amazing day!

Of course! ❤️❤️ anything for you, luv! Here you go! I hope you like it! :3

The blond man sat in his chair with his head in his hands. He was about to crash from exhaustion.

“Ugh!! Why doesn’t any of this make sense?! I don’t have any evidence of this being a murder!”

A low, feminine voice appears in the doorway. “Having trouble again, little guy?”

That spooked him so much that he fell out of his chair. He groaned, trying to get back up. “Dr. Kimishima.. please don’t scare me like that..” He saw her standing in the doorway with a rare smile across her face. “Shouldn’t you be resting? It hasn’t even been a week since your operation.”

“I’m fine. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be standing here right now. I was operated on by a great surgeon.. it’s a shame he had to return to prison.. for a crime he didn’t commit. And besides.. I don’t over exhaust myself like you do.”

“Hmph.”

"I could say the same thing to you since it looks like you haven’t had rest in 3 days.”

Navel hopped back into his chair and tried to resume his work. “I’m just trying to catch up with information for your next case.”

“Little guy.. I won’t be out of Resurgam until about 3 weeks. Why are you starting on this case now? And without me?”

He sighs. "I'm just trying to give you less work to do, that’s all. You’ve been through a lot.. and I wanted to help you out.”

“Hmm..” She slowly walked to the chair, then rested herself on the back of it, watching him type away. “But it’s time for you to shut down that computer and get some sleep.”

Navel laughed and turned his chair around, making Naomi back up.

“That’s funny. Because back when we were researching GUILT for Professor Blackwell.. you had me running a million miles an hour just to get everything ready for you to operate.. and I remember being on the computer for at least 2 straight days during our Savato research.”

“That was then, little guy. This is now.” Naomi says, no emotion in her voice. But her voice suddenly turned from emotionless to irritated. “What did I tell you about talking about the past?”

The blond rolled his eyes. “To not speak about it. But all I’m saying is-“

“I know what you’re saying. But I’M saying that was then. This is now. *sigh* We couldn’t get along very well back then.. but now..”

“We’re partners..”

She cleared her throat. “Ahem.. anyway.. it’s time to turn the computer off.”

He ignored her and kept typing at the computer keys. “Gimme a few minutes.”

“I’m giving you a few SECONDS.”

The blond felt his heart sink. He wouldn’t admit it, but in a way, he was afraid of Naomi because of how smart she is.

“Navel.”

That scared him even more. Her calling him by his actual name???

“I’m too young to die” He thinks.

The silver haired woman walks back to the chair, and she wraps her arms around the blond man. Immediately upon contact, he squeals and tries to jump away.

“What was that..?” Naomi asks, somewhat startled at his outburst.

“N-nothing, you just.. startled me. A lot.”

She raises her eyebrow. “You squealed. What did you think I was going to do, little guy? Attack you?”

“My honest opinion? Yes.”

“Hmmm…” She closely observed him. She could clearly see that his face was flushed, his muscles were tense, indicating stress, and that squeal.. it wasn’t normal. “Little guy..?”

“Wh-what?”

“Are you..” She paused, then she grinned. “Ticklish?”

His face turned into a dark shade of pink. “What?? No. Wh-why would you ask me that?��

“Because, once again.. you squealed. If you were afraid that I was going to HURT you.. your reaction would’ve been different.”

*blush*

He hated that she could read people so well.

“Just tell me the truth, Little guy. I’m very good at detecting liars.”

“O-okay… yes… when you grabbed me, you tickled me.” He admitted. “Happy now?”

She smiles. “Not quite.”

“Huh-? Aaaah!!!”

He was dumbfounded when she lunged at him once more, tackling him to the ground and wiggling her fingers in his armpits.

“B-BWAHA-! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! AHAHAH- D-DOHOHOHOCTOR KIHIHIHIMISHIMA!!! WAIT- AHAHAHAHAH-!”

That rare smile appears on her face once more. “My my, little guy… Aren’t you the ticklish one?”

“GAHAHAHAHH- N-NO TEHEHEHEHEASING!! AHAHAHAHAHA- M-MERCY!! STAHAHAHP!!!!”

“Why on earth would I stop now? You certainly need the break, little guy.”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAT LIHIHIHIHIHIKE THIHIHIHIIHIHIS!!! AHAHAHAH- D-DOCTOR PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

She smiled once more. “Are you going to get off the computer and go to bed?”

“YEHEHEHEHES YEHEHEHEHES AHAHAHAH- JUHUHUHUST STAHAHAHAHAHAHP!!”

And with that, Naomi’s hands pulled away from him, and that sly smirk stayed attached to her face.

“Heh.. hehehe.. hehe.. D-Doctor.. that was.. hahaha.. not funny..”

“Really now? Because you were laughing so hard, it seemed pretty funny to you.”

Navel glared, trying to fully catch his breath. Then he stood up from his chair. “Alright, I’ll go to bed..”

“Good. And don’t do anything else on this case without me. Understand?”

“Yes, Doctor Kimishima.” He sighs, trying to walk past her. “What’re you-“

She stops him, and presses a kiss to his cheek.

“D-Doctor-!”

“Hmhm. Get some rest, little guy.” She laughs, walking in the other direction as if nothing happened.

Navel stood there, holding his cheek, shocked beyond belief. “You know… I’ve always been wrapped around your little finger..”

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igigix · 2 years ago

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Touch My Body

- Billy Russo (The Punisher) x Female Reader/You -

-> 18+ readers only!

-> English is not my native language, so bear with me because there will probably be some grammatical mistakes.

Summary: Billy is trying to distract you from your studies. (Part 2)

A/N: I'm just going to say that I'm obsessed with Billy Russo. Enjoy this smutty scene.

When Billy arrives, you're working on a case for your bar exam at home.

"Still working?" he says, greeting you. He takes your breath away. He hangs his coat in the closet after taking it off. His blue suit reveals every inch of his well-toned body. His slicked-back hair is styled into an undercut. It makes you want to run your fingers through it.

"Yeah, I'm almost done," You reply. He walks towards you until he's only an inch away, his gaze fixed on you. The smell of his cologne surrounds you. You've always thought his scent was hypnotic. He leans down and kisses you. His lips are soft and send shivers down your spine.

You want to freeze this moment. You want to make it last forever. His mouth is demanding against yours, nibbling and sucking your lower lip. You let your body go limp and give in to him. Your hands move from his shoulders onto his chest. Touching him, feeling him. You want more.

He draws away from you, and you immediately crave his warmth. You're aching to feel his lips on yours again. He grabs your hands, leading you to your desk.

"Sit." He gestures to your table. You're puzzled by his demand. You ardently do as he asks, planting yourself on the edge of the desk. He loosens his tie and rolls his sleeve up. He then takes a seat in the chair he has brought over to him. He closes the gap between the two of you and spreads your legs apart.

"Tell me more about your case." He begins to massage your legs. Your body is in a daze. He slightly lifts the top of your pajamas, feeling his lips nuzzle at your navel.

"Now?" You're lost for words. His hands feel incredible on you. The tips of his fingers are creating a tingling that spreads all over your body.

"Yes, now, beautiful." His voice is raspy and thick. His eyes are blazing with desire for you as he slowly lowers your shorts. You grasp for your notes with trembling hands. You take a deep breath and try to regain your composure but find it hard to focus.

"Case Winston v. Franklin T-Shirts Inc. Plaintiff Naomi Winston owns a copyright in a photograph of Jim Barrows, a recent political candidate for mayor." You swallow; you try to keep your voice steady. He yanks your shorts down to your ankles and off your feet, and you feel a jolt of fire between your legs. "Defendant Franklin T-Shirts Inc. ("Franklin") used this photograph on T-Shirts during the campaign." You pause to gather your thoughts. His grip on you tightens as your breathing rate rises. You feel his fingers nimble around in your underwear. His teasing is definitely getting to you.

"Wi – "you trail off. His thumbs brush over the crotch of your fast soaking panties, startling you.

"Yes? Continue." Your pulse quickens in response to his command. You fumble with your notes and try to pick where you left off. You're turned on. He's well aware of what he's doing to you and enjoys it. You make an effort to keep going. "Winston sued Franklin alleging copyright violation, and Franklin defended itself on the ground of fair use." Through the fabric, he rubs the spot that aches for his touch. You aim to concentrate on your case rather than what he's doing or the overwhelming need that consumes you.

"The parties agree that absent a finding of fair use; Franklin infringed upon the copyright." Your resolve crumbles; he tugs your panties to the side and hovers his fingers around your entrance before slowly slipping one of them into you. You lose track of your notes totally. Instead, you chose to let go. You savor the sensation of his hands on you. His strokes are soft and gentle as he begins to explore you. You close your eyes and admit defeat. You surrender to the pleasure that is building inside of you. He puts his other hand on your hip, steadying your body. You're entirely at his mercy. The next thing you know, you're biting your lip to keep from crying out. His fingers are moving faster, harder, deeper.

"I'm sorry, am I distracting you, beautiful?" He asks as he increases the speed; you can feel yourself on the verge of exploding. Your body is filling up with hot waves. Your lungs are taken aback by the new aching pressure in your chest. Your neck is suddenly tense and rigid. An intense longing fills your veins. You can't take it anymore. You toss your papers on the floor and clutch the table with both hands.

"I'm... I'm coming." You get out a quick moan before you go over the edge. Your surroundings become hazy, and a searing pressure sweeps over you. You feel light-headed, and your heartbeat is pounding in your ears. Your heart rate returns to normal within a few seconds, and you relax.

"I'm not finished." He then uses his mouth to make you come.

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heauxplesslydevoted · 5 years ago

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Let Them Eat Cake (Ethan x f!MC)

Summary: Ethan and Naomi have their own private cake tasting

Rating: T/M. Kind of suggestive, but not fully explicit. I really did try to stop myself from going full on NSFW

Word Count: ~3,000

Tag List: I’ll just use the tag list from my last fic. Let me know if you want to be tagged in the future. @canknot @x-kyne-x @paulfwesley @ramseyandrys @choicesobsessedd @a-i-n-a-a-s-h @sparklinglilac @cream-ray @perriewinklenerdie @barricades-of-freedom @dr-brianna-casey-valentine

~~/~~

It’s almost midnight when Ethan Ramsey is forced out of his sleep by a sharp knock on his front door. Jenner wakes up as well, barking to get Ethan’s attention. He ignores it for a few seconds, rolling over in bed, but the knocking only gets louder, more insistent.

“What the hell?”

He throws the comforter back and gets out of bed. He wanders out of the room and down the hallway, Jenner hot on his heels, barking loudly. He’s ready to attack any potential intruder. Whoever was knocking on the door is fully banging on it now.

Ethan unlocks the front door and is greeted by four young women, one of whom happens to be his fiancé. The rest are her friends.

“Rookie? What are you doing here?”

His fiancé, Dr. Naomi Valentine smiles brightly upon seeing Ethan. “Ethan! You’re up!”

He can tell by her dilated pupils and extreme lack of balance that she’s drunk. “You’re drunk.” He turns to her friends, who are all staring at him, speechless. He looks down and sees that he’s not wearing anything, except a pair of cotton pajama bottoms. They did not expect Ethan to look like that underneath all of those boring button ups. “What’s going on? Is she okay?”

“Turns out, Naomi can’t handle her red wine very well,” Aurora says with a huff.

“Why are you bringing her back here?” Ethan asks. Not that he doesn’t mind having his fiancée at home with him, but it’s Jackie’s birthday, and they were supposed to be having a girls’ weekend. “I thought she was spending the night at her old place with you guys.”

“That was the plan, but she’s been asking for you for the past two hours,” Sienna says.

“We got tired of her whining. And we aren’t babysitting her drunk ass,” Jackie adds. Kyra elbows her in the side. “Ow! What? It’s the truth.”

Aurora loosens her grip on Naomi and shoves her through the doorway. “There you are, Ethan. We’ve returned her to you, safe and in one piece.”

Ethan grabs Naomi by the waist and pulls her into his side. She instantly turns her body and cuddles him. “Thank you. Are you guys good to leave? Do you need me to call a cab?”

Sienna shakes her head. “I’m the designated driver tonight, so we’re good, but thank you for the offer.”

“Alright then. Enjoy the rest of your night, ladies.”

“Goodnight. And good luck.”

Ethan closes the front door and locks it. He feels Naomi release herself from his grip and when he turns around to see what she’s doing, she’s taking off her heels. When her feet finally touch the carpeted floor, she sighs. “I’m so happy to not have those shoes on anymore.”

He and Naomi have been together for almost two years, but he’s never seen her drunk. A little tipsy? Sure, but never drunk. This is uncharted territory for him. “How did you manage to get so drunk?”

“We went to a wine bar,” Naomi answers. She bends down to scratch Jenner behind the ears. “I told them I rarely drink wine because it hits me hard but Jackie insisted because she’s the birthday girl. Now I’m here.” She fully gave her attention to Jenner, pulling the dog into a hug. “Jenner, I missed you! Did you miss me?” He sniffs Naomi’s hand before nuzzling in closer to her. “Are you the best boy ever? I think you are!” Jenner barks. “Yes you are!”

Ethan smiles at the sight of Naomi interacting with their dog. Even when she’s drunk, the bond between her and Jenner is one that can’t be broken.

Naomi gets up and walks back over to Ethan. She wraps her arms around him, burying her face into his chest. “I missed you.”

“You saw me earlier today, sweetheart,” Ethan points out. He drops a kiss on her forehead.

“That was so long ago,” Naomi murmurs. “I just want to be with you forever.”

“You are going to be with me forever, Rookie. In case you forgot, we’re getting married in a few months.”

“You know what I’m saying,” Naomi slurs, annoyed that he wasn’t picking up what she was putting down. “I want to be with you 24/7.”

So Naomi is a clingy drunk, Ethan concludes.

“In a perfect world, that would be lovely. But we can’t because we have lives, we have jobs.”

“You’re rich,” Naomi deadpans. “You can quit working, and so can I.”

Ethan chuckles. “Money may be no object, but I work because I love medicine. I love helping people, as do you. We can’t quit.”

Naomi pouts. “You’re no fun.”

“That’s why I’m with you, you’re the fun one.”

Naomi pushes herself off of Ethan’s chest, giving herself some space. “I’m tired of being dressed.”

“Okay, why don’t you go change into your pajamas and get into bed,” Ethan suggests.

Naomi ignores Ethan and starts stripping out of her clothes right in the living room. She tugs her jeans down and tosses them over her shoulder, uninterested in wherever they landed. Next is the silver tank top and bra she’s been wearing all night. Ethan watches her in amusement. Even sober, Naomi had the tendency to strip as soon as she made it through the threshold of their condo, so of course tonight was no different.

Leaving her clothes discarded on the floor, she slips off to their bedroom in search of something to wear. After digging through their walk-in closet for a minute, she settles on one of Ethan’s old college sweatshirts, and no pants. Once she’s comfortable with the choice, Naomi heads back into the common area of their condo and sees Ethan has moved from the living room to the kitchen. She joins him, silently watching as he searched for something to make.

“Did you at least have a nice time with your friends today?” Ethan asks.

“I did. Jackie got hit on by a guy at the bar, but he was gross.”

“Why was he gross?”

“Because he had dirty fingernails, he reeked of cheap cologne, and he wore a fake gold pinky ring.”

“That doesn’t make someone gross,” Ethan argues, with a chuckle. “It just makes them tacky.”

“He was gross,” Naomi insists. She opens the refrigerator and zeroes in on a platter of cake. Yesterday, she and Ethan did their cake tasting, and settled on white cake with raspberry filling and buttercream frosting, but they were able to go home with tons of samples. She takes the platter out and removes the protective cling wrap. “I’m so glad the bakery let us go home with all this cake.”

“You’re going to eat that?”

“Yeah.” Naomi hops on top of the kitchen island. “And you’re going to eat some with me.”

“Oh, am I?”

“You are.”

“You’re so bossy.”

“You love it.”

“I love you,” Ethan corrects.

“Even better.” Ethan rummages through the drawer that contains all of their cutlery and grabs two forks. He passes one to Naomi who doesn’t take it. “I don’t need it.”

“How else are you going to eat?” Ethan watches as Naomi uses her fingers to break off a piece of cake and bite into it. “Naomi, take the fork.”

“Nope.”

“I’m going to be the grown up in this scenario and actually use my utensils.”

Naomi grabs another slice with her fingers—almond cake—holds it out for Ethan to grab. “Let me feed you a slice. It’s practice for our actual reception.”

Ethan sighs, but he relents. Arguing with her would be a moot point. He opens his mouth and accepts the bite that she’s holding out for him. “I’m glad we didn’t pick this one.”

“It’s so boring!”

“I was just going to say it was the weakest of all of the cakes we tasted, but sure, it was boring.”

“My turn.” Naomi holds out the platter for Ethan to pick a slice.

Ethan opts for the chocolate cake with salted caramel filling and breaks off a piece for Naomi to eat. He lifts it to her lips and she accepts, but before he can pull his hand away, she catches his wrist. Naomi captures his thumb between her lips and sucks on it greedily, licking off whatever remaining frosting was still on his finger. She lets go of his thumb with a resounding pop. “Delicious.”

In that moment, Ethan is sure he’s lost the ability to form coherent thoughts.

“Fucking hell.”

Naomi takes a fingers and swipes a generous amount of icing off of one of the slices of cake—she doesn’t bother checking this time, and she doesn’t care in the slightest—and traces a random pattern onto Ethan’s chest and stomach. This time, she makes a show out of it, locking eyes with Ethan as her tongue follows the trail she left. She’ll never get tired of this, exploring him at her leisure. She can feel just how tense he is, his entire body rigid with restraint. She giggles, mostly to herself and places a soft kiss next to his navel. “You’re so tense. You need to learn how to relax more, Doctor.”

Ethan grabs a fistful of Naomi’s hair and yanks her head back, forcing her to look at him. Naomi winces at the sensation, but her eyes darken and the small smirk on her lips tell Ethan all he needs to know. This woman was a fucking minx. “You’re going to be the absolute death of me, Rookie.”

His voice is hoarse and he all but growls at her, and Naomi knows she has him right where she wants him. “Then you shall die a happy man.”

Ethan takes his own slice of cake and puts some in Naomi’s mouth. Not giving her the chance to eat it, he bends down and kisses her fiercely, tasting the sweet dessert on her lips. He captures her full bottom lip between his teeth. Naomi’s hands fly to his hair, grabbing a handful. She tugs, and Ethan groans into her mouth. “Exquisite.”

“Me or the cake?” Naomi asks, teasing him.

“I didn’t even register what that cake tasted like,” Ethan says honestly. Was it strawberry? Maybe carrot cake? “You. It’s always you.”

He reaches out traces nonsensical patterns on Naomi’s bare thighs until his fingers find their way underneath the oversized shirt she’s wearing, settling on her ribcage. Goosebumps break out all over the skin and Naomi shivers involuntarily.

Naomi’s eyes flutter shut at his touch. “You’re such a smooth operator.”

“Everything I’m saying is the truth. I love you.”

Naomi smiles brightly. She’ll always love hearing that. “I love you, too.”

Ethan leans forward and kisses her again, slower this time. Every kiss makes him dizzy, like he’s drunk. His tongue glides against her lips until it finds purchase in her mouth, melding against her own. And he doesn’t want to stop, even though his lungs are burning and constricting, and he really should come up for air, but he doesn’t want to separate. He’s just as addicted to her as she is to him. His hand continues their journey north, settling on her breast. He calloused fingers pull at her erect nipple, pinching the tiny nub between his thumb and index finger. Naomi arches her back trying to get even closer to him.

Naomi’s nails rake down his naked chest, leaving scratch marks in their wake. She stops once she reached the waistband of his pajama pants. Ethan’s breath caught in his throat as her fingers dip beneath the waistband of his pants and boxers, lightly scratching his hip.

She breaks the kiss and moves to his neck and jaw, enjoying the feel of his stubble. Ethan drops his head into the crook of her neck, panting loudly. “I have a question for you, Doctor Ramsey.”

Her fingers slowly make their way to the front of his body and she slowly strokes his hard length in her palm, her thumb just barely grazing the tip. His hips buck forward and his grip on her body tightens. “Anything, Naomi. Ask me anything.”

Naomi stops stroking him, earning a desperate whimper from the usually put together attending. “When are you going to stop this game and take me to bed?”

Before a moment could pass, Ethan easily lifts Naomi up by the backs of her thighs, making her yelp in surprise. She locks her ankles behind his back as he all but runs down the hall to their bedroom.

As soon as they’re in their room, Ethan fosses Naomi onto the center of the bed. She sighs in content at the soft mattress hitting her back.

Ethan tries to touch and kiss every inch of skin available to him. Her face, her neck, her thighs, everything. But he hears a sound that stops him dead in his tracks. Snoring.

“Rookie?” He looks up and sure enough, Naomi is out like a light. “Naomi? Naomi?”

She doesn’t respond, she only rolls over.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ethan doesn’t know if he wants to laugh at the speed of which his fiancée fell asleep, or if he wants to pull his hair out in extreme frustration.

He hooks his arms underneath her neck and the backs of her knees, lifting her up so he can actually get her into bed. He places her on her side, and pulls the comforter over her body. Ethan then shuffles into their en-suite, in search of where Naomi keeps her makeup. He finds her makeup wipes tucked in a corner and he grabs a few. Naomi is extremely diligent and rigid when it comes to her bedtime routine and she’d be upset if she woke up and realized she went to bed with a full face on. The least he can do is semi-help.

Walking back to their bed, Ethan takes one of the wipes and runs it across Naomi’s face. He does this a few times, until he’s confident he’s taken off most of her makeup. He also put her hair into a sloppy ponytail using a satin scrunchie—not a hair tie, as she’s told him many times, as those pull out her hair. Naomi can critique him in the morning, but for now he’s proud of how well he’s done.

Ethan crawls into bed next to her, and she instantly curls into him, her head resting on his chest. “Sweet dreams, Rookie.”

~~/~~

The next day, Naomi is pulled out of her sleep, by something wet touching her hand. She opens her eyes to see that it’s just Jenner, licking her. “Jenner, what are you doing?” He just barks in reply.

The second thing that hits her is just how fucking bright their bedroom is. The sunlight pierces through, making Naomi squint. The bright light is doing nothing for her headache.

“Good morning, Rookie!” Naomi looks up and sees Ethan standing in the doorway, arms crossed, a smirk on his lips.

“Why are you so loud?”

“I’m not loud. You’re just sensitive to noise.” Ethan enters the room and hands Naomi a bottle of water and three Advil tablets.

“And light,” Naomi adds. “We’re investing in some good blackout curtains.”

Ethan sits down next to Naomi and gives her a proper kiss as a greeting. “The floor to ceiling windows and that view cost me a fortune.”

“I don’t care,” Naomi groans. “I want curtains. It shouldn’t be so bright this early in the morning.”

“It’s not morning. It’s 12:30.”

“What?” Naomi checks the alarm clock on her bedside table and sure enough, it’s afternoon. “I slept this late?”

“I couldn’t wake you up if I tried. You were like a log.”

Naomi opens her water, and chugs it. “Last thing I remember is drinking with the girls. How did I get here? I was supposed to spend the night at my old apartment and go to brunch with the gang today.”

“They dropped you off because you got drunk and they didn’t want to watch you. Then you proceeded to get naked in our living room–”

“That sounds pretty on-brand.”

“Then you tried to seduce me.”

“What?”

“You don’t remember eating cake off of me?”

“What, those wedding cake samples?”

Ethan nods. “Oh yeah. You wanted to eat the cake samples, and you wanted me to feed them to you, and it spiraled from there.”

Naomi vaguely remembers what he’s talking about. She gets flashes of them in the kitchen, making out like two restless teenagers. “You said tried, so I can assume my seduction failed? You were able to resist me?”

“Oh, absolutely not. I fully intended on ravishing you, but you passed out as soon as we made it to bed.”

“Really?”

“Yes. You were dead to the world as soon as your back hit the mattress. I managed to semi wipe your makeup off and tie up your hair. Sometime in the middle of the night, Jenner got in bed with us, and he stole you away from me.”

“This is why I don’t drink wine. It puts me to sleep.”

“It also makes you quite the temptress. Not that I mind at all.”

Naomi wraps her arms around Ethan’s midsection. “Well, thank you for taking care of me last night. I have the best fiancé in the world.”

“You don’t have to thank me, darling.”

“I do. I appreciate you.”

Naomi gets out of the bed, and stretches her arms and legs until she feels a satisfying ‘pop’ in her joints. “I’m going to take an extremely hot shower.”

“Okay. Are you hungry? Because I can make you a late breakfast.”

“No. Because you’re going to join me.”

“Oh, am I?”

Naomi lifts her shirt over her head and drops it to the floor. “That’s only if you think you can keep up with me.”

Ethan’s eyes darken at the challenge. “Rookie, you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into just now.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise.”

Naomi turns around and winks at him. “Well, come out your money where your mouth is, old man.”

Ethan jumps out of bed so fast, Naomi barely has time to register it before he’s hoisting her up in his arms. She laughs as he races off to the bathroom.

She and Ethan don’t leave their bedroom all day. They’ll have to make it up to Jackie by buying her a very expensive birthday gift.

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rhymingteelookatme · 7 years ago

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Books Successfully Read [Total as of 10/18/17: 37] X-Tuesdays with Morrie- Mitch Albom X-Brick Lane- Monica Ali X-The Life of Elves- Muriel Barbery X-Nightwood- Djuna Barnes X-The Girl in the Flammable Skirt- Aimee Bender X-Navel Gazing: True Tales of Bodies, Mostly Mine (But Also My Mom’s Which I Know Sounds Weird)- Michael Ian Black X-Ten Days in a Mad-House- Nellie Bly X-Two Serious Ladies- Jane Bowles X-Passenger- Alexandra Bracken (It has a sequel but I guess I’ll get to that later.) X-The Girl Who Slept With God - Val Brelinski X-Kindred- Octavia Butler X-The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories- Angela Carter X-The Siren- Kiera Cass X-The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet- Becky Chambers X-A Closed and Common Orbit- Becky Chambers (sequel to Planet) X-The Awakening- Kate Chopin X-Things I Should Have Told My Daughter: Lies, Lessons and Love Affairs- Pearl Cleage (A published set of diary entries which the author invites her daughter to read.) X-An American Tragedy- Theodore Dreiser X- American Housewife: Stories- Helen Ellis X-Monstrous Beauty- Elizabeth Fama (about mermaids, but not fluffy) X- Save Me the Waltz- Zelda Fitzgerald X-For Today I Am A Boy- Kim Fu X-Annie On My Mind- Nancy Garden [Own this someday. 2007 edition pref.] X-Lemonade Mouth- Mark Peter Hughes X-Lemonade Mouth: Puckers Up- Mark Peter Hughes X-I Am the Wallpaper- Mark Peter Hughes (First novel, pre-LM, same universe) X-Exit, Pursued By A Bear- E.K. Johnston [Note: I think I’d enjoy other books by this author.] X-Weedflower- Cynthia Kadohata X-Why Not Me?- Mindy Kaling X-Relief Map- Rosalie Knecht X-Thomas the Rhymer- Ellen Kushner X-The Burning World- Isaac Marion (Sequel to the crazy awesome Warm Bodies; I now own both.) X-The Tsar of Love and Techno- Anthony Marra X-Uprooted- Naomi Novik X-A Bloodsmoor Romance- Joyce Carol Oates (begun on a cruise ship long ago) (AND COMPLETED! AS OF NOVEMBER 30, 2016!!!) X-A Fair Maiden- Joyce Carol Oates X-Yes Please- Amy Poehler X-Nation- Terry Pratchett X-The Misadventures of Awkward Black Girl- Issa Rae X-You Can’t Touch My Hair: And Other Things I Still Have to Explain- Phoebe Robinson X-The Satanic Verses- Salman Rushdie X-Small Steps- Louis Sachar (sequel to his famous novel Holes) X-Assata- Assata Shakur X-We Need to Talk About Kevin- Lionel Shriver X-Life on Mars- a poetry collection by Tracy K. Smith X-Hope in the Dark: Untold Histories, Wild Possibilities- Rebecca Solnit X-Men Explain Things to Me- Rebecca Solnit X- Every Last Word- Tamara Ireland Stone X-We Know It Was You- Maggie Thrash X- Girls on Fire- Robin Wasserman X-Mistress Masham’s Repose- T.H. White (assumes Gulliver’s Travels is real) X-Where Am I Now? True Stories of Girlhood and Accidental Fame- Mara Wilson

#for me #rhymingtee's real life #books #the ones i've read #no need to pay attention tra la la

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bardic-inspo · 10 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the lovely @poetikat. Thank you!!

Sharing two bits of two fics 'cause I'm proud of myself for doing the words 😌 If you want me to tag you to participate in future WIP memes, you can give this post over here a like.

The first bit is from Blood in the Mortar, an Ascended Astarion x Vampire Bride Tav smut fic with more plot that I intended. The vibe is they hate everyone except each other. Slightly NSFT here:

Wetness paints her chin, streaming down her neck, dripping down her sternum and between her breasts, still bound in lace. Astarion drips with it, down to his knees in fluid motion. “Oops,” he says, low and shameless with a smirk to match. Barely any made it to her mouth, but she doesn’t mind one bit. Astarion crawls to her, catlike. He leans in to the hollow of her throat, near enough that his curls brush soft beneath her chin. And then, she feels the tip of that devilish tongue take a tentative lick of the mess he’s made. And gods, what a mess she must be. Blood smears near-black on her blue-gray skin, running from her neck to her navel. Dark like Astarion’s eyes, with pupils blown wide and hungry. A flare of heat twists low in Naomi’s gut. Her thighs shift with it.

This second preview is from a currently untitled WIP where Vampire Bride Tav is hit with a hefty dose of Modify Memory, setting her memories back to pre-Tadpole. Astarion has to hunt down whoever is responsible while also helping Tav come to terms with vampirism all over again, and re-romancing his own spouse who doesn't know or remember him, but feels some physical echo of the connection they had together.

“Because I’ve never loved anyone and no one’s ever loved me, either,” Naomi says flatly. That’s why you fell for it, Astarion thinks. For me. It was easy. You were easy. It’s the truth. But it won’t turn that look on her face. She’s his scared little squirrel again, after all this time she’s been his dark consort, the fearsome siren. And she looks at him now like he’s a predator, not a protector. Certainly nothing near a lover. “We won’t get anywhere if we lie to each other, darling,” Astarion says, unmoved and unimpressed. “You loved her, before me. Or you would have, if you had the time to. And you and I have all the time in the world.” Naomi’s jaw goes slack. No more quick retorts. Not now that she has to reckon with him knowing things no one would. I know you, little love. It’s more an ache than a thought in Astarion’s head. He didn’t mean for it to slip through the bond, so tenuous now, between their minds. He wouldn’t have minded, if the mere notion didn’t mortify her.

Tagging back if you wanna share any writing on any day you want (no pressure if not!): @dismalzelenka, @holorifle, @thedreamlessnights, @yolo-swaginz, @aevallare, and whoever else would like to!

#ascended astarion #astarion #my writing #megh fights the page #wip wednesday #blood in the mortar #otp: the ascendant and the siren

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magma-queen · 3 years ago

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Heyo! Please forgive my sudden question, but I saw that you like Trauma Center! If it's alright, can I ask who you ship in the main games? :3 (Lowkey my OTP is Erhard x Maria, so I just curious on who you ship) Have an amazing day! I love your blog so much!

Hi there! Yeah, I actually ship Maria and Tomoe together. Markus and Valerie, Derek and Angie, and Naomi and Navel!

#Anonymous #ask #asks #Queenie answers #I am SO sorry this didn’t get answered sooner luv #Trauma Center

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giggly-squiggily · 3 years ago

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AHHHHHH I LOVED IT!!! 😍😍😍😍😍 Oh goodness my heart! They make me so freaking soft! And that one part:

“I’m too young to die!”

That got a laugh out of me 🤣 Oh goodness this was wonderful! 🤩🤩🤩 Thank you so much friend!