#hangman eats him up so casually it's delicious

[callsignbarb]

you love me anyway ~ part 2/5

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x oc

Summary: Jake Seresin loves to know the hottest gossip, and one of these days it’s going to lead to him getting his ass kicked. Until then, Charlie and Bradley will enjoy some tacos.

Word Count: 2.10k

Warnings: hangman being an ass, swearing, crying, violence that is not carried out to fruition (unfortunately), the consumption of fish tacos, pls let me know if i missed anything

A/N: i have actually did have some delicious fish tacos in san diego. could not tell you the name of the place, but they’re forever engrained in my mind.

Masterlist | Good Company | Part 1 | ... | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

The mess hall had very few occupants at 9PM, but one of them was happily eating her second helping of chocolate pudding as the lights started to turn off.

“Alright, Paulsen, come on, finish up here.”

“It’s not my fault you make such good pudding, Jones.”

“It’s literally a pudding cup.”

“And you handed it to me so nicely, I just feel your love in every bite I take.”

Jones rolled his eyes and shooed her out of the mess hall. “Get out, Paulsen, I mean it.”

She tossed her pudding cup and plastic spoon in the trash and flashed her chocolate-covered teeth at him in a smile. “‘Night, Jones.”

The walk from the mess hall to the barracks was shorter than most, but that didn’t stop Maverick from pulling up beside her and offering her a ride.

“What, did you see me all the way off and decided I couldn’t walk twenty meters?”

“No,” he snarked back, “I just dropped off Penny, thought you might want to go for a drive.”

She smirked at him, then took his offered hand and got onto the back of his bike. “No crashing, Uncle Pete.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He drove them in circles for a while, eventually ending at the tarmac where all the fighter jets were housed when not in use. Charlie got off the back and stuffed her hands into her pockets, looking at the large hangars.

“You know, Tom used to bring me out here.”

Mav switched off the engine and stood, joining her side.

“He’d let me sit up in the Tower with him, watch all the jets go off.” She chuckled. “I even convinced him to let me taxi and park a couple of them.”

“You did?”

“Yeah.” A full blown laugh escaped her lips. “I got so good at it that he gave me a call sign, before I ever even became a pilot.”

“‘Parker.’” Maverick smiled at her. “Fitting.”

She smiled back, but when she looked away, her lip quivered. Before she could do anything else, the tears came in waves. “God, Pete, he’s going to die.” She buried her face in her hands and choked back a sob. “It came back. And there’s nothing we can do.“

“Hey, hey,” he pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms around her, letting her tears wet his white shirt. “It’s going to be okay. No matter what happens, it’ll be okay.”

“He’s some of the last family I have, Mav.”

“I know, I know.”

Charlie eventually stopped crying and just held onto Maverick. “Thank you.”

“I’m here for you, kid.” He kissed the top of her head. “Come on, let’s get you back to the barracks.”

Charlie collected her toothbrush and face wash and walked to the bathroom, only to be met by Hangman standing too casually to have actually been using any of the facilities.

“Are you sleeping with our instructor?”

“What? With Maverick?” Hangman nodded, and Charlie laughed. “Jesus, Jake, there must be something wrong with your brain if you’re jumping to that conclusion.”

“Is it really a jump? You got an odd amount of praise from him during training. And then a late night drive?”

It was second nature at this point to get defensive about her relationship with Pete and Tom. Her different last name from Admiral Kazansky kept the nepotism accusations under wraps, and that’s how she wanted to keep it. But there was always an over-hanging fear that someone would find out and demean everything she had done to get herself here.

“I did not get an ‘odd amount of praise from him,’” she scoffed. “He literally said you were a good pilot during your run. And he just wanted to drive around, it was no big deal. Wait.” She looked at him, her eyebrows pulled together. “Were you spying on me?” His lack of response was response enough. “God, it’s like today is your day for sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.” She walked out of the bathroom, not even bothering to brush her teeth, and ran straight into Rooster.

His hands wrapped around her arms to help steady her. “Woah, hey Lottie. Hey,” he leaned down and got a closer look at her eyes. “Have you been crying?”

She stepped out of his grip and forced a smile on her face. “Careful in there, there’s a Hangman warning.”

“Woah, woah, woah, what’s going on?” He gently grabbed her wrist. “Talk to me.”

“It’s just my uncle,” she finally confided, “I’m worried about him.”

“Ah, shit, Lots, I—”

“Can I talk to you about it tomorrow? I’m really tired of crying.”

“Of course. I’m here for you.”

“Thanks, B.” Charlie walked off to her room, and Bradley walked into the bathroom.

And just like Charlie said, Hangman was waiting for him inside.

“Confront your girlfriend about cheating on you?”

Rooster looked up, confused. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Parker and Maverick. I saw her get on the back of his bike an hour ago, and she came back and her eyes were all puffy and red. Just thought you should know your girl is fucking our instructor and your worst enemy.”

Bradley stepped into his personal space and spoke very slowly. “You have no idea what the hell you’re talking about. So, before you get too ahead of yourself, I’d recommend shutting the fuck up.”

Hangman left the bathroom very quickly.

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“Time is your greatest enemy.” Maverick stepped to the front of the room, where a large screen was at his back. “Phase One of the mission will be a low-level ingress attacking in two plane teams.”

The screen lit up and followed along as he spoke.

“You’ll fly along this narrow canyon to your target. Radar guided surface-to-air missiles defend the area. These SAMs, they’re lethal. But they were designed to protect the skies above, not the canyon below.”

Rooster piped up. “That’s because the enemy knows no one is insane enough to try and fly below them.”

Mav smiled, just barely. “That’s exactly what I’m going to train you to do.

“On the day, your altitude will be one hundred feet. Maximum. You exceed this altitude, radar will spot you, and you’re dead.”

The pilots looked at each other in disbelief.

“Your air speed will be six hundred and sixty knots. Minimum. Time to target: two and a half minutes.”

“What?”

“That’s because fifth generation fighters wait at an airbase nearby. And a head to head with these planes in your F-18s — you’re dead.

“That’s why you need to get in, hit your target, and be gone before these planes even have a chance of catching you.

“This makes time your greatest adversary.”

Maverick gave everyone their flying assignments.

“You’ll fly a route in your nav system that simulates the canyon. The faster you navigate this canyon, the harder it will be to stay under the radar of these enemy SAMs. The tighter the turns, the more intensely the force of gravity on your body multiplies, compressing your lungs, forcing the blood from your brain; impairing your judgement and your reaction time.

“So for today’s exercise, we’re going to take it easy on you: max ceiling is three hundred feet, time to target is three minutes.”

He looked at all of the aviators and nodded. “Good luck.”

Bob and Phoenix flew with Coyote and got taken out by the SAMs. Payback and Fanboy ran into the side of the mountain because Hangman wouldn’t slow down for them. Yale, Harvard, and Rooster made it to the target, but they were a minute late. Then Charlie flew with Omaha and Fritz.

“We’re three seconds behind, Parker, increase speed.”

“Copy that, Omaha, increasing speed.”

A few seconds passed before Charlie called out, “Tight turn, decreasing speed.”

“We can’t afford to slow down, Parker, we’re behind as it is.”

“We can’t afford to die, Fritz, we’ll make up time.”

“It won’t be fast enough.”

“We’ll be okay.”

But Fritz didn’t have the patience. He tried to cut ahead of the leading plane and got hit with a SAM.

Maverick looked back at the class and crossed his arms over his chest. “Why are you dead?”

“Because we jumped the three hundred foot barrier—”

“No, no.” Pete stared down Fritz. “What excuse do you have that you are going to tell Omaha’s parents at the funeral? One that’s better than your arrogance? Parker had a clear line, you were doing well on time, but you couldn’t wait an extra two seconds? You probably would have made it to the target if you’d bothered to get your head out of your ass.”

Hangman scoffed.

“Is something funny to you, Lieutenant?”

“No, sorry, it’s just – it’s amusing that you place so much faith in someone who clearly doesn’t have the trust of her teammates. Kind of makes me wonder why you’re putting all of your eggs in one basket.”

Maverick, and most of the class, had no idea what Hangman was talking about. But Bradley knew. And so did Charlie.

“Shut the fuck up, Jake.”

He looked over at her and smirked. “Or what?”

She didn’t deign to give him an answer.

Charlie stood from her chair, throwing it to the floor as she rushed Hangman.

Maverick moved to separate them. Phoenix wrapped an arm around Charlie’s waist, while Coyote and Omaha grabbed Hangman.

“What, Parker? Do you have something to hide?”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Bagman.”

“Enough, enough!” Mav finally got in between them and split them apart. “What the hell is going on here?”

“Why don’t you tell ‘em, Parker?”

Charlie threw off everyone holding her and glared at Jake. “Tell ‘em yourself.” She walked out of the room, and all eyes turned to Hangman.

He suddenly lost all power of speech. “I, uh—“

“Maverick is her uncle, dipshit,” Bradley spoke up. Then he followed her out.

“Lottie? Lots?”

“You’re lucky you’re not Hangman, or I would’ve punched your goddamn teeth in.”

“That’s something I would like to see.” He pulled her into his arms and let her seethe for a minute in private. “I told them about Mav.” She hissed, and he rubbed her back. “I know, I’m sorry, but it was the only way I could think of getting him off of your case about all of this shit.” He chuckled. “Just wait ‘til he finds out who your actual uncle is, the nepotism accusations will go through the roof.”

“That’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny.”

“Shut up, Rooster.”

“Shutting up now.”

She sighed and looked up at him. “I hate him.”

“I know.”

“Next time I see him—”

“Consider his teeth gone.”

“I will knock his teeth in so fast they won’t even have time to bleed.”

Bradley chuckled. “As he deserves.” He tucked a finger under her chin. “Maverick dismissed us for the rest of the day. Want to get some dinner?”

“Oh my god, yes,” she moaned out. “Can we go to the place with the fish tacos? Did you ever go there?”

“I’m gonna be honest, I have no idea where you’re talking about.”

She grinned. “Looks like I’m driving, then.”

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Bradley moaned as he finished his taco. “How the hell did I never know about this place?”

“Perks of nepotism, I guess,” Charlie hummed as she sipped her drink. “Speaking of — you asked me about Tom yesterday, and… It’s not good, B. That’s what Mav and I talked about when he took me for a drive, we stopped at the tarmac and I was thinking about Tom, and I just…broke down.”

“God, Lottie, I’m so sorry.”

She picked her taco back up, but looked at Bradley and smiled softly. “Thank you. For being there.”

He wiped his face and smiled back. “Always. Now, I have a very important question for you.” He left her at the table and walked over to the counter, then grabbed something out of the glass container. “Will you split this slice of flan with me?”

“Bradley Bradshaw.” Charlie grabbed their forks and held one out to him. “I thought you’d never ask.”

She drove them back to base, windows down and radio loud. “Oh my god, wait, we have to drive another block, I love this song.”

She turned right instead of left and turned the radio up even louder. “‘Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done, I need to be youthfully felt, ‘cause god I never felt young.”

Bradley joined in with her, leaning into her space and using his water bottle as a microphone. “She’s gonna save me, call me ‘baby,’ run her hands through my hair. She’ll know me crazy, soothe me daily, better yet, she wouldn’t care.”

“We’ll steal a Lexus, be detectives, ride ‘round picking up clues. We’ll name our children Jackie and Wilson—”

“—Raise ‘em on rhythm and blues.”

The base came into view again and Charlie smiled at him. “I wish we could stay out all night.”

“God, Lottie, there aren’t many things I love more in this world than singing with you.” He grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles, then held it tightly.

“Careful, Bradshaw. You keep sweet talking me like that and I just might fall in love with you.”

“That’s the plan, Paulsen.”

Part 3

A/N: for anyone wondering, the song they’re singing is ‘Jackie and Wilson’ by Hozier

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[heyiwrotesomethings]

Spooky Stories to Hold Them Close

Shinobu Kochou x They/Them Reader Modern AU

A/N:  I’ve got camping on the brain so I wrote a camp AU. There is a manga character mentioned in here but I morph them a bit to fit what I’m going for so I wouldn’t worry about it too much. Please enjoy!  Shinobu: If there are any spirits out here tonight tell me, does this sound like Shakira? lolay lolay lo- 

Word Count: 4,821

It was summer again, and (Y/n) groaned as they removed their camp issued baseball cap to swipe at the sweat that had accumulated over their brow. Not even the cheap material could save them from the intense heat of the day. God, they would kill to be back at the counselor’s cabin to enjoy just a smidge of AC but no, instead they were out with the unruly boys of Cabin K, making sure that they carried out their punishment of hard labor after causing a food fight in the mess hall.

“Come on boys, those canoes better be sparkling if you’re going to be taking your sweet time like this.” (Y/n) called, fanning themself with their hat.

“There’s a spider in this one!” Zenitsu cried. “This is so gross, there’s no way anyone’s ever cleaned these before!”

“Don’t worry Zenitsu, I’ll get it.” Tanjirou smiled earnestly.

(Y/n) felt bad for that kid. He was such an enabler though. The others looked up to him and respected him a lot. Who knows how much better it be if he knocked their heads more often. But because of his soft and nurturing demeanor, Tanjirou was always getting caught up in his cabin mates’ shenanigans. Speaking of which...

“Inosuke! If so much as a toe goes in that water you’ll be at the craft table with the junior kids making macaroni art until the only color you know yellow!” (Y/n) warned.

A strangled wail mixed with a roar left the boy’s mouth, the sound didn’t even sound like it could come from a human being. It was like that boy was a feral boar. Given how he’s kept coming back year after year, he may as well be just that.

“It’s hot! I’ll wash the boat in the lake!” He yelled, pulling the canoe closer to the sandy beach.

“Inosuke I’m serious! Macaroni art! That, and I’ll call your mother!” (Y/n) yelled back.

“Damn you and your sick threats!”

“My, still at it are we?”

(Y/n) sighed, turning with a tight smile towards Shinobu as their fellow counselor came up beside them. They tried not to let their eyes wander too long over the expanse of soft looking skin Shinobu’s shorts left exposed.

“Yeah, and as you can see, Tomioka ditched me to go help Sabito with something.” (Y/n) huffed, returning a watchful eye over Inosuke as he dragged the canoe back up to the others.

“Oh, you poor thing.” Shinobu tutted, stepping closer to rub (Y/n)’s back as a sign of sympathy. The proximity brought the scent of sunscreen and damp earth to (Y/n)’s nose. It was an intoxicating scent that (Y/n) had grown to associate with Shinobu always.

“Yeah, are you getting ready for swim lessons right now? Tradesies?” They asked hopefully, mustering up the best puppy dog eyes they could make. They only succeeded in making Shinobu laugh though, which honestly, wasn’t a bad constellation prize.

“Mm, no, sorry. You’re not the only one wanting to get relief from this heatwave.” Shinobu pinched the front of her shirt pulling at it to circulate some airflow. A motion (Y/n) definitely did not follow with their eyes.

“I did grab you and the boys some water though.” Shinobu said, digging into the drawstring bag that was slung over her shoulder and presenting (Y/n) with four bottles of cold water. “And to think I purposfully didn’t get one for Tomioka and he isn’t even here to stare off into the middle distance. Such a waste.”

“You’re such a bully sometimes, you know that?” (Y/n) chuckled, placing all bottles at their feet except for one, “remind me to stay on your good side.”

“You’d really be on my good side if you came to the counselor fire after the kids turn in. The theme is Fright Night, sponsored by yours truly,” Shinobu winked playfully.

Immediately (Y/n) felt a tad ill. “Fright Night?”

“Yes!” Shinobu nodded, a small, yet very excited grin on her face, “it’ll be held at Hangman’s Clearing, of course, a full night of frightening tales and games by the fire... and delicious treats! Provided Mitsuri doesn’t eat them all on the way. You’ll come, right?”

(Y/n) wasn’t particularly fond of the supernatural or chilling tales of murder or other dark themes. In fact, it would be fair to say they loathed them. They hated being scared and this themed get together should have had (Y/n) running in the opposite direction. ‘Should have’ being the key in this situation.

Shinobu looked so hopeful, waiting expectantly for (Y/n)’s reply. It would be impossible to say no to that face. A face that (Y/n) looked forward to seeing every summer and was always desperately looking for an excuse to see as often as possible. It couldn’t be that bad, right? (Y/n) could handle a few spooks in exchange for hanging out with Shinobu all night. Yeah, they could do this.

“It’s not a trick question, (Y/n). A simple yes or no would suffice.” Shinobu teased. “Though if it helps sway your decision at all, it would make me really happy if you would come.”

And with that, (Y/n)’s fate was sealed.

“Okay, sure, yeah, I’ll come.” (Y/n) bashfully agreed, their heartbeat picking up in pace at Shinobu’s delighted giggle.

“Great! I’ll see you at the clearing at ten. Don’t be late or,” she suddenly latched on to (Y/n)’s arm, startling them, “the ghosts will get you!”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” (Y/n) laughed weakly. Their skin tingling from where Shinobu had grabbed them.

“I better get to the beach, the kids are getting antsy.” Shinobu said before proceeding to pull her shirt over her head. She was wearing her swimsuit of course, but still. (Y/n) nearly had an aneurysm because of the casual reveal. “See you later, (Y/n).”

“Sssseee you. Bye. Thanks for the water.” (Y/n) then made themselves busy by taking several sips of said water.

“Anytime,” Shinobu’s eyes traveled past (Y/n)’s body before returning to them with a sympathetic smile, “looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you.”

“Huh?” (Y/n) squinted before their eyes blew wide and they jerked their head back in the direction of the canoes. “Tanjirou, why is there a canoe in that tree! I swear I can’t leave you guys alone for two minutes!” (Y/n) stalked over to the boys and Shinobu watched their back, laughing as (Y/n) ran up to Inosuke and tackled him to the ground before he could scale the tree with another canoe.

***

Night fell much too quickly after a full day of scheduled activities and once all the campers had retired to their cabins for curfew, (Y/n) knew their time to mentally prepare for the counselor fire had run out. At least they hadn’t had to walk to the clearing themself, as they had bumped into Mitsuri and Iguro at the edge of the forest entrance.

Iguro seemed miffed that his alone time with the bubbly counselor had been interrupted but Mitsuri was all too happy to catch up with (Y/n) about their day as they walked to Hangman’s Clearing.

Soon the light of a fire could be seen between the trees and they met up with the other counselors who had decided to join in. Sitting around the fire, (Y/n) saw Kyoujurou and Tengen talking to each other while poking at the fire. (Y/n) frowned, wondering where Shinobu was.

“Boo!”

It took everything in (Y/n)’s power to swallow the scream that threatened to spill from their mouth as arms wrapped around them from behind. Instead it turned into a pitiful and embarrassing squeak. (Y/n) wasn’t sure which would have been better.

“Oh dear, (Y/n). Did I startle you? I’m sorry.” Shinobu released (Y/n) from her hold and patted their shoulder.

“It’s okay!” (Y/n) promised, not wanting Shinobu to feel bad. “Besides, that’s kind of the point of tonight, isn’t it?”

“Right! I’m glad you could come (Y/n). I didn’t know if you liked scary things.” Shinobu said as they followed Mitsuri and Iguro to the fire.

“Yeah...” (Y/n) replied, lying against their better judgment. They just wanted Shinobu to think they were cool, impress her somehow maybe. “Horror is.. great.”

“Is this it?” Tengen asked, leaning his back against a sturdy log.

“Yes. Gyomei is staying behind to keep an ear out for the kids, as are Sabito and Tomioka. Sanemi said the whole thing wasn’t worth his time.” Shinobu explained as she took her own seat at the fire, motioning for (Y/n) to sit next to her.

“Did you even really invite Tomioka?” Tengen snorted.

“Of course I did, but as you all know, Tomioka is a wet blanket so he declined and Sabito decided to stay with him.” Shinobu clapped her hands against her thighs, “Now, enough about them. Let’s get the festivities started, shall we? Mitsuri, you brought the goods?”

“I sure did!” Mitsuri cheered, taking the nearly overflowing backpack she had been toting off of her shoulders. It landed in the dirt with a heavy thud. “I’ve got s’more fixings, jiffy pop, chips, sodas, water, hotdogs...”

“Wow Mitsuri, you really went all out. How did you carry it all?” (Y/n) marveled.

Mitsuri flexed one of her biceps, smacking the muscle with her hand. “Strength, pure will power and an intense love of all things delicious!” She said, her lips curled into an adorable smile.

The counselor fire started out great. For the first hour they all talked and ate, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the twinkle of the stars, laughing with each other as they recalled the memories that they had made over the years.

But like anything else, the conversation dried to a slow trickle and most of the food had been polished off. The once hearty blaze of the fire was now a low flame with glowing embers. Shinobu took it as her cue to begin the main event.

(Y/n) blinked at the sudden brightness that flashed beside them. They squinted against the light and saw that Shinobu was brandishing a flashlight, highlighting her face for a moment before moving the light to cast shadows over the sinister smile growing across her face.

“Anyone have a scary story they’d like to share or are you all content to dive into the main event?” Shinobu asked, placing her free hand confidently over her chest.

“Oo! I got one, Shinobu! Pick me!” Mitsuri called, calling out in her seat beside Iguro.

“Alright, catch!” Shinobu tossed the flashlight to Mitsuri who caught it with an excited squee.

“Okay, so, um.. oh! Once, there was this girl who woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t go back to sleep. She decided that she wanted a midnight snack and remembered that there was still a piece of her favorite raspberry cheesecake left. A perfect creamy treat! She could practically taste it already.”

Mitsuri wiggled on the log, leaning forward in her excitement. Light from the fire illuminated the green tips of her hair making them appear to glow.

“So she got out of her warm and comfy bed and crept into the dark, cold hallway, thump thump thump, and down the squeaky stairs, squeak squawk squeak, until she finally made it to the kitchen.

Mitsuri reached out towards the fire with her free hand and made a motion like grabbing a door, slowly pulling it back.

“She opened the refrigerator door and then—“ Mitsuri slapped her hand down upon her thigh with startling force, “to her absolute horror, she remembered that she had eaten the last piece of cheesecake at lunch the previous day! There was no more cheesecake to be had, and she had to settle for confetti cake ice cream when what she was really craving was the cheesecake!”

Mitsuri shook her head sorrowfully, and Iguro rubbed a soothing hand over her back while she collected herself.

“The end.” Mitsuri finished, clicking the flashlight off.

“Haha! Good one Mitsuri. The emotion behind your tale made it feel so real!” Kyoujirou loudly proclaimed. Shinobu giggled from her seat beside (Y/n) who also couldn’t help but laugh as well.

“It was real!” Mitsuri said seriously. “It happened to me just a couple weeks ago!” she shuddered.

“I don’t know, that was hardly scary Kanroji.” Tengen shrugged.

“I’d like to see you do better!” Mitsuri pouted.

“I could, but I’d rather let Kochou get on with her activities. Her knee is bouncing. Impatient, Kochou?”

“Ha ha! That it is!” Kyoujirou laughed.

“I can wait,” Shinobu countered, her leg ceased its bouncing due to being caught. “Does anyone else want to share a story?”

A chorus of head shakes met Shinobu’s question and she shrugged, a sly smiling curling at her lips.

“Very well then, Mitsuri, the flashlight please.”

“You got it!” Mitsuri cheered, tossing the light back to Shinobu.

Shinobu clicked the light back on, her eyes roamed over her audience one by one.

“Have you all heard of the serial killer Douma the Cannibal?” Shinobu asked.

“Of course,” Iguro spoke up. “He killed at least seventy women throughout the 1910s until well into the 1920s. However, their still connecting cold case murders to him even now. Some experts believe he could have killed well over two hundred. A really despicable monster to say the least.”

“Very true.” Shinobu nodded solemnly, “His parents ran a cult, believing he was some kind of messiah or deity. They let him do whatever he wished. It started with the killings of small animals but quickly escalated once that had lost its appeal. We don’t know much of motivations, but it’s believed he killed simply because he enjoyed it. Famously developing a taste for his victims after he ran out of places to store them.”

(Y/n) shivered, clutching themself in a hug as they waited for Shinobu to continue. This was worse than any old ghost story, the girl beside them was talking about an actual person! Well, at least he was dead right? Right?

“He was apprehended right here in this very clearing actually.” Shinobu said, looking around at the dark forest that surrounded them “The mob hung him, strung him up in one of these trees, hence the name Hangman’s Clearing.”

(Y/n) swallowed thickly. Why here, he couldn’t be dead someplace else? And they made a fucking summer camp here, what the actual fuck? Suddenly the woods seemed much more sinister.

“He deserved it of course,” Shinobu continued with a sigh, “but just think of what we could have learned if they chained him up instead. There are still many bodies unaccounted for. But perhaps,” Shinobu turned to (Y/n), making them jump a little as her hand slid behind them to pick up a box.

“But perhaps tonight, in the field where he gasped for his last breaths, we can learn something from beyond.”

Oh hell to the fucking no. She was holding a goddamn ouija board and matching planchette.

(Y/n) felt the hairs on the back of their neck rise to attention. There was no way, how could they get themself out of this? Calling upon the spirit of a serial killer was not what they had signed up for. Everyone else however, seemed to lean in and stare with excitement at the prospect, even Mitsuri quickly hopped out of her seat to sit on Shinobu’s other side.

“Oo, oo! Shinobu what a good idea!” she cheered.

A good idea? Mitsuri, honey, what is wrong with you, respectfully. (Y/n) held their face in their hand. That girl had been their only chance of escape, but she seemed just as invested as everyone else!

“Thank you, let’s get this set up then, shall we?” Shinobu grinned.

Tengen and Kyoujirou pushed the logs around into a makeshift table and everyone kneeled around it. Shinobu placed the board and planchette neatly in the middle, beckoning everyone to place a finger on the planchette.

(Y/n) jolted to attention as Shinobu placed her hand over theirs, giving them a questioning glance.

“(Y/n), are you still with us?” She teased.

“Yeah, sorry.” They gulped, watching in dismay as Shinobu smiled at them and pulled their hand up to the board, curling all fingers but one and playfully pushing it against the planchette before placing her own over the wood. There was no getting out of this.

Shinobu then went on about how the board worked and what not, (Y/n) didn’t really listen, too busy trying to find their happy place and pretend they weren’t there.

“Are there any spirits with us tonight?” Shinobu asked, pulling (Y/n) out of their head at the most inopportune moment.

At first there was no movement, for which (Y/n) was thankful, but ever so slowly the planchette did move.

“K-Kyou, you aren’t pushing it are you?” (Y/n) couldn’t help but ask.

“Not at all my friend!” Kyoujirou heartily replied as the planchette continued moving in (Y/n)’s direction.

The fact that it was moving in their direction wasn’t the issue, but rather the fact that (Y/n)’s corner of the board had ‘yes’ written on it.

“Ah, a yes! This is so exciting!” Mitsuri wiggled.

“Nice, how flamboyant!” Tengen added, pumping his free fist.

“What is your name spirit?” Shinobu continued.

(Y/n) let out a shaky breath as the planchette moved away from them. Watching with dread as it skimmed across the board.

‘D’

‘O’

‘U’

‘M’

‘A’

Fuck.

“Where are the victims you buried in these woods, you worthless, demonic bastard?” Shinobu tensed beside (Y/n), concentrating heavily on the board, her tone was commanding as she demanded an answer.

(Y/n) would have found it extremely attractive if they weren’t already scared out of their mind. The taunting of a serial killer ghost was the last thing they wanted to be a part of. Especially if they were talking demons, (Y/n) was too young to die like this. Well, they’d never be at an age where death by demon possession would seem favorable, but that was not the point!

The planchette moved across several letters and (Y/n) lost track of what was being spelled out. Which was just as well, ignorance is bliss after all, right? They waited for the others to figure it out with bated breath.

“Follow the sounds of the woods and we’ll find the signs, hm?” Iguro muttered. “Sounds like a trap.”

“What does it matter? Not like ghosts exist anyway. This is all a part of the ambiance, right Shinobu?” Tengen laughed, laying back on his forearms.

“I wasn’t pushing the planchette if that’s what you are suggesting, Uzui.” Shinobu answered seriously. “But if anyone else wants to confess to it, by all means don’t waste our time.”

“I didn’t!” Mitsuri denied while Iguro shook his head.

“I didn’t either.” (Y/n) also spoke up, an undetectable tremor pulled at their vocal chords.

“Nor have I!” Kyoujirou boomed.

“Then there is only one way to know for sure that this is all legitimate,” Shinobu said, brandishing the small lantern she had lit to illuminate the board, “we break off and search the surrounding woods.”

“Break off? Like, search in the dark alone?” (Y/n) couldn’t help but ask for clarification. Couldn’t they all just head back to the cabins together and watch a movie on Tengen’s smuggled DVD player and forget this whole mess?

“No, not alone,” Shinobu smiled, looping her free arm through (Y/n)’s, “that would be too dangerous. Pairs would be better.”

“I’m going with Kanroji.” Iguro immediately declared. Mitsuri wiggled and clapped, happy to go with him.

“Guess that leaves you and me,” Tengen grinned, fist bumping Kyoujirou, “let’s kick some ghost ass!”

“Yes!” Kyoujirou enthusiastically replied.

“Great, then it’s decided!” Shinobu nodded, squeezing (Y/n)’s arm closer to her as she stood up, pulling them up with her. “Meet back here in half an hour?”

A range of approvals sounded and once they synced up their watches (since phones weren’t allowed at camp), the three separate pairs went off in different directions into the dark woods.

(Y/n) used to love these woods, coming back summer after summer, it was one of the things they looked forward to every year. It only took about twenty minutes for them to learn to hate it as Shinobu led them through the bramble and roots by lantern light.

“You’re being awfully quiet, something on your mind?” Shinobu asked after an owl hooted in the distance, startling (Y/n) a bit.

“No, I’m just,” (Y/n) made a vague gesture with their hands, “concentrating, I guess.” They finished lamely.

Shinobu hummed in amusement, “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. It is all rather exciting isn’t it? I hope we find something.”

“Mhmm.” (Y/n) forced a smile as Shinobu looked over her shoulder at them. It quickly fell from their face once Shinobu turned to face front again, guiding (Y/n) further down the darkened path.

(Y/n) had never been more tense in their life. They didn’t know if they were thankful for Shinobu’s commentary as they kept walking or if they wanted her to be quiet so they could hear any approaching threat. Whatever the case, they kept their mouth shut. Only answering Shinobu with one word responses, affirming or negative noises or just the shake or nod of their head when Shinobu would look back at them. If Shinobu thought it odd, she didn’t comment on her fellow counselor’s behavior.

After awhile, (Y/n) attempted to pretend they were somewhere else again. Still with Shinobu, but somewhere nice like an amusement park or a beach at sunset... maybe sunrise instead. (Y/n) was jostled from their musings when Shinobu stopped suddenly, causing (Y/n) to bump into her.

“Did you hear that?” She whispered, spiking (Y/n) blood pressure through the roof.

“No.” They squeaked.

“Listen.” Shinobu hushed, pulling (Y/n) down to their knees, they both crouched to the ground, listening so hard their ears were buzzing.

A snapping of a branch in the distance, the rustle of leaves.

“What,” (Y/n) swallowed, “what was that?” They whispered.

“Shhh,” Shinobu exhaled, covering (Y/n)’s lips with her fingers as she continued to listen.

It was quiet again, and as Shinobu gave up on listening and removed her fingers from over (Y/n)’s mouth—

“KYYYYAAAAAHHHH!”

A loud scream could be heard far off in the trees, then everything went quiet again for all of three seconds before (Y/n) absolutely lost it.

“Oh my god!” They gasped, clutching Shinobu’s arm tightly to their chest, their eyes wide and unfocused. “Oh my god, that sounded like Mitsuri! Oh god, oh fuck! Shit!”

“(Y/n)?” Shinobu looked at them, a bewildered expression molding her face as she observed their sudden outburst. She quickly moved to comfort them though, setting the lantern down to hug them, rubbing their back as it shuddered with ragged breaths. “Hey, it’s alright. You’re okay.”

“For now!” (Y/n) frantically retorted. “It’s only a matter of time before whatever got Mitsuri and Iguro come for us!”

“(Y/n), wait—“ Shinobu tried to calm them, but they just kept spiraling.

“Why did I agree to this? I should have left the second you took out that ouija board, but no! I stayed just so I could spend more time with you and now we’re gonna be murdered by a demon serial killer ghost before I could finally work up the courage to ask you out!”

“(Y/n)!” Shinobu tried again, speaking a bit sharper this time, forcing (Y/n) to look at her and hoping to calm them with her attentions. “Hey, we’re going to be alright. You’re alright. Listen to me, okay? I set this all up.”

“Huh?” (Y/n) weakly croaked.

“I messed with the ouija board. We weren’t really communicating with anything. I planned for us to split off into groups. We heard Mitsuri scream because—“

“Who’s ready to die!?” A loud maniacal laugh sounded behind them and a chainsaw roared to life.

(Y/n) screamed, otherwise paralyzed in Shinobu’s embrace. Their head tucked under Shinobu’s with their cheek pressed snugly against her chest as they waited for the chainsaw blade to tear through their skin.

“Sanemi, turn that off right now! Stop, damn you!” Shinobu yelled over the noise.

“Okay, okay!” the false murderer, Sanemi, turned off the whirring blade with a tisk. “I was only following your own instructions, Kochou. Why are you looking at me like I was really gonna... oh damn, are they okay?” Sanemi winced, gesturing at (Y/n) quivering in Shinobu’s arms like a leaf.

“Do they look okay to you?” Shinobu huffed, more angry at herself than Sanemi. She continued rubbing at (Y/n)’s back, trying to coax them out of their tight ball while Sanemi stood by awkwardly at the side, rubbing his neck and looking into the woods.

“I’ll uh, gather everybody up and take ‘em back to camp.” Sanemi eventually spoke up. “You have things all under control here?”

“Yes, please go. Thank you Sanemi.” Shinobu shooed him off, not even looking away from (Y/n) as she did so. As Sanemi lumbered back into the forest Shinobu continued to help (Y/n) calm down.

“It’ll be okay, you’ll be alright. I’m so sorry. It’s all over now. It’s just you and me and I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.” Shinobu promised. “Can you look at me (Y/n), please?”

Ever so slowly, (Y/n) pulled back. They were still visibly shaken and meek which pulled heavily on Shinobu’s heart.

“I’m sorry.” (Y/n) shuddered, closing in on themself as they looked away from Shinobu, “I ruined your event.”

“Hey, you didn’t ruin anything.” Shinobu spoke in a no-nonsense tone. “I should have noticed you weren’t having a good time.”

“I was having a good time at first. I just really wanted to spend time with you, I thought I could handle it.”

“You can spend time with me whenever you want; all you need to do is ask.” Shinobu smiled softly. “And if anything makes you uncomfortable I want you to tell me right away, okay?”

“Okay,” (Y/n) sniffed.

“I think we’ve spent enough time in the woods tonight.” Shinobu stood, holding her hand out for (Y/n) to take.

“Yeah,” (Y/n) chuckled weakly, accepting the hand and rising to their feet. Shinobu kept her hold on them as she picked up the lantern and guided (Y/n) back to the cabins.

Once they reached the clearing, the other counselors involved in the night’s festivities surrounded them, making sure everything was alright. Mitsuri gave (Y/n) a long, comforting hug while Kyoujirou squeezed their shoulder warmly. Tengen and Iguro shared a few kind sentiments and Sanemi grumbled out a sincere apology for scaring them so badly.

As everyone was turning in to their bunks for the night, Shinobu stopped in front of (Y/n)’s bunk as they were pulling back the covers, waving Tengen’s contraband DVD player in her hand.

“Hey, so, I figured you might have a hard time sleeping tonight. Would you want to watch a movie with me?” She asked.

“Yeah, I think that would help a lot. As long as it’s not horror anyway.” (Y/n) added.

“No, I’ve learned my lesson,” Shinobu shook her head making herself at home in (Y/n)’s bunk as she untangled the ear buds, “a romantic comedy is just about as far from horror as one can get I think.”

(Y/n) tried to give Shinobu her own space, but the small bunk didn’t leave much room for that and Shinobu didn’t seem interested in preserving her personal space anyway. Instead pulling (Y/n) to rest against her side after she set everything up.

“Are you comfortable?” She asked, finger poised over the play button.

“Yeah,” (Y/n) nodded against her shoulder, “thanks.”

“Of course.” Shinobu nodded, pressing play.

As the movie played they quietly made fun of it together and commented on the events as they transpired. Once earning Tengen’s wrath for laughing a little too loud while the rest were trying to sleep.

“You know,” (Y/n) whispered during one of the lulls in the story, “if you wanted to watch a horror movie with me some other time I think I could do it if you stayed by my side like this.” They bashfully admitted.

“Well, there is one coming out that I’d like to see this fall...” Shinobu informed with a teasing smile and (Y/n) scoffed lightly.

“I don’t like how quickly you came up with a plan, but I’ll look forward to it.” They said.

“Hey, it’s still a ways off. I hope to have several tamer dates between now and then.” Shinobu casually dropped.

“You do?” (Y/n)’s face grew warm, “With me?” They added just in case, making Shinobu giggle and nod her head.

“Yes, with you. So think of what you want to do for our next free day.”

(Y/n) grinned and snuggled further into Shinobu’s side.

Eventually they fell asleep while Shinobu’s fingers lightly scratched the back of their neck. She turned off the movie and carefully set the DVD player on the floor below. Then she curled up against (Y/n) and fell asleep as well.

[julia-highstorms]

The Third Park (Damien x OC)) - Part 12 (NSFW)

Summary: After some disconcerting news and findings at Lucy's birthday party, Ellie and D finally have a proper reunion...

Note: (most) characters belong to Pixelberry Studios. This part is almost pure smut so happy Thirsty Thursday!!! Damien is 100% human in here and my Male!MC is named Allen. Ni Ni’s and Santiago Cabrera’s gifs don’t belong to me. Link to previous parts.

Pairing: Damien x OC (Ellie)

Rating: +18 (alcohol, language, NSFW)

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Word count: 2769

"Are you feeling better now?" - Damien asked Eleanor, after she choked on her wine.

They were both sitting in one of the super comfy couches of Robert Zucko's mansion. And Lucy James, her best friend and the birthday girl, had just became engaged to him.

"Yeah, sort of." - Ellie answered, taking deep breaths. Fuck, she had a headache. And she was pretty sure that it was not because of the alcohol. - "I can't believe she's going to marry him." - they both looked through the glass doors, watching the couple being congratulated by the party guests on their engagement. Lucy still had tears of joy in her eyes. - "How can she be so naive?!" - she felt anger rising inside her.

Dammit, Lucy, why do you have to be such a romantic?! Robert is up to no good!

"Hey, calm down, Ellie. Please." - she took another deep breath. It was easier calming herself with Damien's warm hand on hers, his thumb caressing her knuckles, as the other rubbed her back, comfortingly.

"Thank you, D." - she smiled weakly at him, grateful to have him there with her.

"Ellie! Are you okay?" - Lucy approached them. Thankfully, she was alone.

"Yeah." - she forced a big smile. - "I just got caught by surprise."

"You tell me!" - the blondie giggled. - "I've never thought he would propose to me! And tonight! Look! He said it was from his grandmother's."

"That's… that's beautiful, Lucy." - Ellie said, staring at the giant diamond ring on her best friend's finger.

"Congratulations on your engagement." - Damien smiled too.

"Thank you! Ah, the cake is being served now. Do you guys want it?"

"Sure." - Eleanor shrugged and stood up; maybe eating something sweet would make her feel better. Damien was still holding her. - "I'm okay, D." - she grinned at him reassuringly, before they followed Lucy out of the house.

Back into the patio, Robert was the first person they met there.

"Was the wine too strong for you, Eleanor?" - he asked her with that mocking smirk on his lips and sipped his drink. Damien glared at him.

Ellie wanted to go grab that pistol in his office and blow his brains out. She really wanted.

God, she fucking hated him so much.

"Yeah, I think it was too dry for my taste." - she simply said, composing herself and looking away from that motherfucker's face. - "Anyway, where's the cake?"

"Over there! I'll lead you there!" - Lucy said, pointing to where a bunch of kids were piling up one another to get the dessert.

"Okay. D, aren't you coming with us?" - Ellie asked when she noticed that Damien wasn't following them.

“I’ll be with you in a second.” - he grinned at her, but Eleanor didn’t seem reassured by it. She raised a questioning eyebrow, nervously glancing to Robert. Damien just gestured for her to go and both women walked towards the table where the cake was, placing themselves in the line behind all those kids.

"Yes, Mr. Nazario?" - Robert asked in a relaxed and bored tone.

Damien wasn’t smiling anymore.

"Listen, I know you and Ellie have your differences. She's trying to do her best, but with you acting this ways certainly doesn't help." - he muttered under his breath, his eyes glaring at the other man’s face.

"What do you mean?" - Robert turned to face him, with a scowl. But Damien wasn't intimidated by him.

"All I'm asking is for you to try to at least keep things civil. For Lucy."

Robert Zucko frowned even more, clearly not appreciating the way Damien Nazario talked to him. But before he could say anything, the private investigator simply turned around and walked to where Ellie was. He didn’t give a single fuck about what that man had to say. He had already heard enough bullshit from him for a day.

Eleanor already was eating her cake as he approached her. She watched the whole exchange with great interest.

"I don’t know what you said to that asshole, but you’re good, D. He still is in shock." - Damien chuckled softly and placed his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. He had already noticed that Ellie always felt more relaxed when she was in his arms. And he himself felt more relaxed too.

"Where's Lucy?"

"Back onto being a good hostess." - she pointed to where her friend was. Lucy was serving cake to the demanding kids. He nodded.

"Well, then I guess my work for today is done." - he looked at his watch. A little after 10 pm. - "I'm going back to the hotel. Would you like to come with me?" - he whispered in her ear. - "This time we won't get interrupted and won't take the risk of getting caught. And I really don't want to spend my night there alone."

Ellie bit her bottom lip, feeling a sudden thrill. How could she refuse such invitation? And refuse him? Damien Nazario knew that she just couldn't resist him and, to be honest, she didn't care. She just wanted him so bad, 24/7.

Eleanor quickly ate the rest of her cake and said goodbye to Lucy and her family while Damien called for a taxi. None of them talked to Robert again.

Damien gave the driver the hotel address as he sat on the backseat of the taxi, with Ellie following suit. As soon as the car started moving, she practically climbed over him.

“I want you, D...” - she whispered at him, lust radiating from her, as she showered his neck with light but ardent kisses that made his heartbeat accelerate and his pants feel suddenly too tight.

“Please, Ellie, not here...” - he cautiously looked at the taxi driver. Thankfully the man looked like he was used to public affection and seemed to ignore them. Ellie giggled devilishly.

“You say this as if you haven’t taken me against a wall about two hours ago. In the middle of a party.”

“This is not fair.” - he murmured back and she laughed again, before leaning in and kissing him hard.

He immediately kissed her back, one of his hands pulling her closer as the other explored her thigh. They just stopped kissing when the driver casually coughed, indicating that they had reached their destination.

“Keep the change.” - Damien told him. The poor man deserved it.

They climbed down the taxi and entered the building, arm in arm. The hotel staff was as discreet as the taxi driver and courteously greeted them with a “Mr. Nazario. Miss”. They nodded back at them.

Thankfully the elevator was empty so they could lose themselves in each other’s arms and mouths again. It seemed just impossible to keep their hands to themselves when they were with one another.

They walked through the corridor to Damien’s assigned room, his arm around her hips. It was really damn hard to find the keys with Ellie’s hands around his waist, already unfastening his belt and exploring his torso under his clothes, and her lips on the nape of his neck.

Damien finally managed to open the door and she practically shoved him inside. As soon as the door clicked shut, he pushed her against it, kissing her hungrily, his body already pressed on hers. She groaned against his lips when she felt him hard and pulsing on her thigh.

“God, the things I want to do to you, Ellie...” - Damien whispered, making her giggle. Eleanor could feel her heart pounding faster and faster and that heat between her legs getting hotter and hotter as his mouth moved to her neck.

Suddenly, he took her dress off with a swift move, letting it fall onto the floor beside them. She took off her bra too and he playfully bit her already hard nipples. Ellie moaned when his fingers slid inside her lacy thong finding her sensitive and wet core.

“Tell me how much you want me, Zhou.” - he said as his fingers rubbed her clit roughly. His other hand was at her throat, holding her tightly, making her even more turned on. She could only reply with more groans.

“I-I want you, D. So fucking bad...” - she stammered, her body slightly shaking, already craving for his. Then he entered two fingers between her folds, making her gasp.

“What? I don’t think I heard it.”

“You’re bad, Nazario.” - he chuckled.

“I’m sorry, this isn’t what I told you to say.” - and he started pumping his fingers in and out slightly faster, making waves of pleasure run throughout her body.

“I want you, Damien...” - her hands cupped his face, bringing him even closer, until he could feel her hot breath on his face. - “I need you... I need to feel you inside me...” - Ellie purred, her lips deliciously brushing against his.

Damien shut her mouth with a desperate and hungry kiss that made her head spin. She breathed harder and harder as his mouth travelled down her body, leaving burning kisses behind, his hands sliding her thong off of her legs. Eleanor gasped again when his lips and tongue were there where his fingers had been just moments before. Her hands immediately fled to his dark brown hair, pulling it, keeping his head there between her thighs.

“Oh, Damien!” - she moaned his name louder and louder, her legs trembling. Thankfully his big and warm hands held her by her hips, so she wouldn’t fall. He could feel her tensing, and let out low groans, still sucking her, when her sex started pulsing against his mouth and tongue, meaning that she was close to the edge. He loved hearing her crying out his name and knowing that he was able to do that to her.

Eleanor was practically begging for him to take her right there at that right moment, when Damien suddenly stood up, his lips on hers again. She felt dizzy, tasting herself on his tongue. She let out a frustrated sigh, her body hot and bothered, still wanting for her orgasm.

“You truly are mean.” - he smirked at her. - “I was almost coming.”

“I know. But I want you to come with me. When I’ll be inside of you.” - he said, his forehead rested against hers. - “But first, I want you on your knees.”

She grinned back at him.

“Yes, sir.”

Damien watched Ellie pulling his pants and underwear out as she went down, with that smirk on her face. He was already so hard and ready for her.

“Fuck.” - he said out of breath when her hand touched him there. With her eyes locked on his, he cursed again when she licked his whole length. Damien had to steady himself, his hands on the door, as her hot mouth wrapped around him. While Eleanor sucked him in, he quickly discarded his blazer and shirt. They both groaned as he pushed against her throat faster and faster. - “Oh, God…”

But she suddenly pulled out before he could release himself inside her mouth.

“Payback.” - she murmured with that mischievous smile of hers, cleaning her lips with the back of her hand.

“Stop playing games with me, Ellie.” - he warned her, breathing hard, his hands already on her hips, bringing her closer.

“You’re the one who started it.” - she recalled, before playfully biting his bottom lip.

With a swift move, Damien threw her over his shoulder and then onto the hotel bed. Ellie laughed hysterically as she felt the soft mattress below her. But she stopped laughing instantly when she felt his lips on hers, kissing her delicately and sweetly.

“Hmmm, D...” - she groaned, her heart pounding harder with excitement.

“Yes?” - he was on top of hers, his hands on either side of her head, his eyes darkened with desire.

“I’m all yours tonight.” - she whispered, hooking her leg around his body to pull his hips close against hers.

He grinned and kissed her deeply, before sliding inside her, making Ellie moan against his mouth. After she had adjusted to the sensation of him filling her, Damien started moving torturously slowly, one of his hands around her neck, and she moaned softly on his ear, her nails digging into his back.

Now that they were completely alone, not taking a risk of getting caught or of being interrupted, this time they were doing it much slower, moving together and in sync, focusing on the sensation of one another. It was incredible how their bodies seemed to fit perfectly.

With his weight pinning her against the bed completely, he gradually started pushing forward in her faster and deeper, making her arch towards his touch. He had to control his own orgasm when she came a little later, her muscles tightening all around him as she trembled from head to toes, panting hard.

Eleanor even still hadn’t recovered from her climax when Damien abruptly pulled out and turned her, making her face the bed. She felt his hands around her waist, positioning her hips to him, so he could have a better access of her.

“Damien...!” - she cried when he thrusted in her deeply and all at once, with him moaning behind her.

That was so intense that Ellie hid her face in the mattress, her hands clinging to the bed sheets beneath her. He was moving so frantically this time that she couldn’t match his rhythm. Damien covered her neck and shoulders with rough, biting kisses.

“Ellie...” - he groaned against her ear.

With one of his hands back to her throat, the other drifted low on her body. She gasped loud when his fingers touched her there, making her lift her hips towards his, her legs shaking with pleasure, her sex throbbing around his again. It was rough, it was fast, it was hallucinating and with him moaning low on her ear, Ellie couldn’t handle it anymore. She came once more, crying out his name. He thrusted into her a few more times until he spilled inside her a few moments after, moaning. Both of them laid down on the soft bed, panting hard, their hearts beating like sledgehammers.

She suddenly felt his arms around her waist, pulling her closer until her back bumped against his chest, with him still behind her. Apparently, she was going to be his small spoon. She didn’t protest it.

“Dammit, Ellie, you're bad for me.” - he said, showering her naked shoulder with kisses. She laughed.

"Me? Bad? You're the one who lured me into coming here." - he chuckled back.

"Alright, can we both agree that we're bad for each other?”

Eleanor giggled once more. He was right. Although Damien had those crazy set of rules (about not getting involved with another coworker, client and Park, which she matched all those categories) and he still was in love with her cousin, he definitely liked her and they had developed this casual relationship and it just seemed impossible for them to stop it.

They were both so screwed.

“It might be bad, but it feels so good.” - she whispered, her back still turned to his and his arms never leaving her. - “Especially when we do it in a comfy and spacious bed like this one.” - she heard Damien laughing behind her, his body vibrating because of it. Ellie smiled to herself.

“And when we’re not interrupted.” - her grin widened as he reminded about those last times they tried to make love. Freddie interrupted them in the middle of a make out session and, when she still was in NY, Allen was back from his honeymoon and almost caught them both.

“Yes, I have to agree with you. Freddie is one of my most precious things in this world, but it always is a little awkward doing it while your dog watches you.” - they both shared a laugh.

“Has this happened to you?”

“Just a few times. He usually sleeps on the living room, but he knows how to open doors and sometimes sneak into my room, especially if I'm there with someone else, since he loves guests." - Damien laughed a little more. - "So you can imagine how it went. But I generally ignore him, since my attention is somewhere else. On someone else. Thankfully he can’t understand what’s going on and is not traumatised or anything, but even so. And you already know he likes licking—”

“Alright, alright, I got it. So we will only be working in your apartment. No sex.” - Ellie laughed out loud. They both knew that was a lie.

“Oh, I am sure we will easily find ways to forget that Freddie is there.” - she said, taking his hand that was casually resting on her breast and kissing it lightly.