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fredwkong · 1 year ago

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Virgo Season: Adam

Pastor Adam Blanco stormed through the Astra Hotel to the front desk. It had been a long, disappointing month, but it was nearly over. Every single person attending his exclusive conference had vanished days ago. His conference hall had been taken over by degenerate freaks, so he couldn’t even hold his events. The whole hotel seemed to be full of the kind of man Adam preached against every day of his life.

All of this had started with his son’s disappearance. Shane had been such a good, sweet, obedient Christian boy. Adam should have known the instant Shane had vanished that some evil work was being done in Florida.

Adam was here to complain to the staff before he packed his bags and checked out. The concierge had heard from him almost every day since Shane’s disappearance, first about liaising with law enforcement and then, increasingly, about the encroaching freaks squatting in the halls and rooms of the hotel.

But today, instead of the meek, cowed front desk staff, Adam found more of the freaks. Behind a seemingly empty desk, there was a mass of scantily clad men on the carpet. Some were in spandex, others in rubber, and one seemed to be wearing a rubber pup mask. A thickset Black man in a half-zipped spandex bodysuit looked up from the ass he was eating to see Adam. “Mmm, be with you in a moment, Mr. Blanco,” he gasped, and then dove back into the tangle of limbs and muscles.

Vibrating with fury at the disgusting display, Adam turned and stormed away, back to the elevator. As he marched through the halls, he dodged knots of undressed degenerates engaged in displays of wanton lust. The conference hall doors were closed, but he could hear a chorus of moans within. Adam marched into the first empty elevator and slammed the button for his floor.

He would pack and he would go home. There was work to be done with his own flock, left to the assistant pastor for a whole month. Refocussing on the future helped Adam to calm down, and he was almost breathing normally as he used the keycard to open his room.

“Hey Daddy,” said a deep, slightly smokey voice as Adam opened the door to his room. The smell of cigarette smoke washed over Adam as he stepped in and saw a young Hispanic-looking man lounging against the opposite wall. He was muscular, shirtless, with short, curly hair and light, arresting eyes as he met Adam’s apoplectic gaze. There was something familiar about those eyes, even though the handsome, manly face around them was like nobody Adam had ever seen.

“Awww, Daddy, you don’t recognise me?” the man asked, stubbing out his cigarette on the sole of his sneaker. “Guess you really weren’t paying attention when I broke my arm in second grade.”

“Shane?” Adam grunted. He let the door swing shut behind him. This strange Latino looked almost nothing like his son, but after a month in the Astra Hotel Adam was willing to believe in the supernatural.

“You got it, Daddy!” Shane said, pushing himself to his feet. From having been a head shorter than Adam, they were suddenly standing eye to eye across the room. “You never told me how much fun these conferences were.”

“What did they do to you?” Adam gritted out. “Where is my son?”

Shane laughed. “I’m right here.” He smiled. “You know, I spent years certain that you already knew I was gay, but you had no idea, did you? You thought I was the perfect young Republican. I was scared for nothing.”

“No.” Adam was shaking, he wasn’t sure whether with rage or fear. “I have a good, normal son who obeys his father, not a fucking degenerate freak.” He turned to leave. However this stranger had gotten into his room, he didn’t need anything from his luggage. He would drive to the airport early.

“Stop,” said Shane. He didn’t speak loudly, simply with complete authority.

Adam froze.

“I was going to let the magic take you and set you free,” said Shane. With his eyes locked on the door, Adam couldn’t see him, but felt Shane walk up behind him. “All those sad, angry little men you gathered are so happy now that they get to be their freaky, unrestrained selves, Daddy. They’re so much more fun now that they don’t care what anyone else says they should be.

“You could have had that.” Shane stepped around into Adam’s field of vision. “I wanted to watch you become a happy, horny faggot who didn’t remember being Pastor Adam Blanco.” Shane reached out and grabbed Adam’s shoulder. Adam felt a jolt, and then he was walking backwards under Shane’s direction, still unable to speak or react.

Shane left Adam standing erect in the middle of the room, while he lay down on the bed. “The magic’s almost gone, you know,” Shane said, kicking off his sneakers and flexing his feet as he lounged. “Late tonight, the sun will exit Virgo and my wish will be spent. I think I deserve to have some extra fun with my dear old Dad, since we haven’t seen each other all month. Don’t you agree?”

Adam stood frozen. Inside, he was screaming, raging. He would probably be frothing at the mouth if he could move. He felt a vein in his temple throb to life as Shane smiled up at him.

“I think the magic agrees with me. You’re going to do exactly as I say tonight, aren’t you, Daddy? Completely obedient to your horny gay son?”

Against his will, Adam felt his neck muscles shift, and he nodded mechanically.

“Oh, that’s not gonna do at all,” Shane crooned. “Some guys are into the robot shit, but I like a willing partner. Daddy, be excited to be my obedient toy.”

Adam felt a moment of utter panic, but then it was all washed away in an excited thrill. Based on everything he knew and believed, Adam knew that he should be horrified by the thought of his body and mind being under Shane’s control. However, instead of any fear, all that he felt was excitement at what the evening had in store. In response to Shane’s slow, wicked smile, Adam found himself grinning back at his son.

“Feeling good, Daddy?” Shane asked.

“Yeah,” Adam replied, his voice a little giddy with his excitement. “I just wish you would stop calling me Daddy, son. It sounds dirty when you say it like that.”

“You’d rather not be my Daddy?” Shane raised his eyebrows. “I could make you love it when I called you that, Daddy.”

Adam shuddered with excitement at the idea.

“But no, I like the idea of you not being a Daddy, too. Let’s take away all that gross, stressful authority. Be a hot young gear slut.”

In an instant, Adam’s suit vanished, and he was left gasping in the cold air of the hotel room as his body shrank. Grey body hair contracted into his skin, which tightened up around hard, slender muscles. Adam’s hair turned into a puff of tight blond curls as his face slimmed down. Looking down at himself with a habitual smirk, Adam watched a tight pair of leggings wrap around his shredded young legs. Leather straps wrapped around his pecs and arms.

Inside the pouch of his leggings, Adam felt his cock start to leak precum. Shane had said to be a slut, so Adam’s body went into sexual overdrive. He felt a hunger deep in his throat and his asshole, and started uncontrollably kneading his groin.

“Yeah, you’re not a Daddy anymore,” Shane said, as Adam started to moan, his knees buckling. “Dan would probably love you right now. Want to be addicted to cum, Adam?”

The sound of his son calling him by his first name in that smokey, rough voice made Adam moan even louder, collapsing onto the floor. “Anything you want,” Adam gasped, rolling around on the floor as his whole body lit up with pleasure from the feeling of the carpet.

“Tell me how you really feel, under what I’ve commanded you to feel.”

“Sick, you perverted freak,” Adam rasped, still rolling on the floor and rubbing his bulge. “I hate that I can’t wring your fucking neck or knock some sense into you. I’m disgusted by what you’re forcing my body to do.”

Shane leaned over the edge of the bed, watching Adam start to buck, desperate to feel some sensation in his hungry hole. He smiled coldly. “You’re disgusted? By such a cute body, too!” his voice was all false concern. “You know what, you’re right, you need to get to know how much you can love being grossed out. Be a musk-obsessed pup.”

Adam’s eyes rolled back in his head as his body bulked up a bit with muscle, tanning a few shades darker. A pup mask covered his handsome face, and a cute thong with a fluffy tail replaced his leggings, baring his thick ass and bulky legs. Adam suddenly felt overwhelmingly warm, and sticky sweat stood out on his bare skin, filling the room with a rich, masculine scent. Adam found that he couldn’t stop breathing it in, and shoved the face of his pup mask into his armpit to sniff himself better.

“It’s so hot to watch you be such an obedient slut, Adam,” Shane said. Adam glanced up to see that Shane had pulled his thick Latino cock out of his sweatpants and was gently masturbating. Adam wondered what Shane’s cock and balls smelled like. “You always were a showoff in front of a crowd. Did you always want to be exposed like this? Let loose all that repressed desire?”

Adam felt an answer bloom in his mind, but refused to say it. He was too busy trying to get a sniff of his own ass, anyway.

“Answer me,” Shane commanded.

The words tumbled out of Adam’s mouth. “Yes, I always wanted to let myself go. I love the attention of a crowd. I want eyes to be on me, no matter what I’m doing to draw them.”

“Good boy,” Shane said. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Fingerfuck yourself.”

Adam immediately jammed a finger into his tight hole. It spasmed, and Adam groaned at the intense sensation as he penetrated himself. He started to shove his finger in and out of his hole, his eyes rolling as he prodded his prostate.

“I’m getting an idea of what to do with you, but first I want to see you as a real exhibitionist. Be a showoff bear.”

Adam continued to fingerfuck himself as his ass swelled up with thick muscle and fat. Thick, sweaty black hair burst out all over his thickening body. His thong vanished, and the pup mask was replaced with a sequined cowboy hat.

Just like every moment of his life, Adam felt an intense desire to show off, but now he found himself moaning theatrically as he continued to pleasure his own ass. He angled himself to make sure Shane could see as he inserted a second finger into his hole, and started to jiggle his ass to put on a better show.

“Sniff those hairy armpits.”

Adam drove his nose into his pit again, taking in the musky stench of his sweat-soaked bear body. He huffed it loudly, to make sure that Shane knew what he was doing. It was important to make sure that he kept Shane’s attention on him.

“Plug your hole.”

Adam pulled his fingers out of his hole, and found that he was holding a butt plug in his palm. Without hesitation, he aimed it at his hole and started to carefully insert it, angled so that Shane could watch the plug vanish between his pert asscheeks.

“Tell me how you really feel about this.”

“Ashamed,” Adam gasped, as the plug bottomed out inside him. “I want this to stop, but my body feels good in a way it never has before. I hate how curious I am about what you’re going to do to me next.”

“That’s certainly an improvement.” Shane rose from the bed and let his pants drop, leaving him naked. “Let’s finish you off, then. Stand up.”

Adam stood, clenching to keep the plug inside him. He didn’t know whether to feel ashamed or proud of the way his cock jutted out under his ample bear belly.

“Match my description,” Shane commanded, standing in front of Adam.

“Darker skin.” Adam’s skin darkened in unison across his body, going from tan to rich brown in seconds.

“Muscle boy build.” Adam’s belly contracted, and the mass redistributed to his chest, shoulders, and arms. For an instant, he was top-heavy, and then his quads grew to match, giving him a tapered X-shaped build with a slim waist.

“Neat manscaping.” All the hair across Adam’s body contracted to a buzzed pelt. He had a respectable bush of pubes and underarm hair, but it was all well trimmed. His dark beard squared off neatly against his cheekbones as his hair became a neat, curly style.

“Handsomer.” Adam felt the bones and cartilage in his face snap and reshape, creating a handsome, manly profile. He had perfect kissable lips and an intense gaze, the perfect compliment to his beautiful body.

“Wearing nothing but spandex.” A spandex bodysuit suddenly zipped up over Adam’s body. It was slightly sheer, showing off his cut muscles and his hard, leaking cock. Adam was sure that the base of his butt plug would be visible right through the pink fabric.

With a wave of his hand, Shane held a pair of shades that he slipped on Adam’s face. “Now you’re ready for the runway,” Shane told him, pinching his ass through the spandex. “Enjoy the spandex on your skin. Show me how much you love wearing stretch fabric on those big Black muscles, Adam.”

With a gasp, Adam ran his new, callused hands over the sheer, silky fabric all over his body. The touch felt electric. He rubbed his cock, enjoying how obvious it was right through the spandex, how each drop of precum fell onto the carpet as he rubbed himself. He touched the zipper, imagining the feeling of it unzipping, letting his muscles free.

“There, no one will ever be able to take their eyes off of you again, Adam,” Shane said, raking his eyes over Adam’s body in a way that got Adam moaning. He wanted more people to stare at him. He couldn’t wait to show off this body in public and have people stare in disgust and awe.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Shane snapped his fingers. “Be a proud gay man, but don’t forget who you were before.”

Adam blinked. He looked over Shane again, and felt desire for Shane’s sexy Latino body for the first time. Adam needed to fuck and get fucked. He thought back over the last month, all the kinky men he’d seen having sex, and felt a need to reenact every single act he’d witnessed, preferably with a different man each time.

The voice of Adam Blanco, whose opinion Shane had asked a couple of times, slipped into the back of Adam’s mind. He remembered being an older, homophobic pastor, but the ideology slipped away from him. It didn’t make sense to be so uptight and self-absorbed when he could be having as much gay sex as possible.

Shane smiled at Adam’s hungry gaze. “Go on,” he said, “go find the others.”

Adam hurried out of the room.

Shane followed at a slower pace, still naked, and went down by the stairs instead of the elevator. He’d learned the Astra well over the last month, navigating the warren of hallways and stairwells to monitor the results of his wish.

At the door to the basement storage room, Shane paused, listening to the orgy going on in the conference hall. It was already past midnight, but the party would keep going for a few hours yet. Everyone was leaving tomorrow. They would live their new lives until they came back here for Virgo Season next year.

Shane slipped through the door.

The magical cornerstone was flickering with orange light as the magic began to slip away. Shane watched it for a while, smoking a cigarette while he waited. At 2:45 AM, he started to stroke his cock, imagining what was happening upstairs.

Hundreds of men were in the conference hall tonight, all in their best gear and all fucking as hard as they could. Rod the sneakerhead drone was probably taking as many cocks as he could as hard as they could pound him. Dan, the Black leatherman with addictive cum, would be letting all his cum-addicted sluts worship him while he inducted someone new to his harem. Ezzy the pup would be dressed down in a slutty pup outfit, sniffing some anonymous pits or sucking a fat cock.

Ben and Kyle had danced earlier tonight, but now they were fucking, probably still on stage. Both of them loved to show off how acrobatic they could be mid-fuck. Jason the bondage slut was bound and blindfolded, just like he always was in the Astra. He loved being a set of holes and a thick trucker body for other people to use. Harold and his rubber kinkster friends were all in a pile of slick, sweaty rubber.

Blaine and Spence, the leather husbands, were tag-teaming some boys, maybe the bellhops who had been converted into twinky bois the other night. Vinny might be on the receiving end of a similar group, though he probably preferred bigger, muskier guys to hold him down and fuck his pretty holes.

And Adam… Adam was definitely in the centre of it all. He was right up on the stage, shoving his big Black cock in a hole or taking cock in his holes, and loving every second. All the attention, all the eyes on a lewd slut, would get Adam harder than any fuck ever could.

Shane could see it all so clearly in his mind’s eye. He leaned in close to the cornerstone. “Bring it back next year,” he whispered to the stone. “Take all this energy, all the power we’ve spilled for you this month. It’s all an offering. Make this happen again next year. Make it even bigger, more extreme, hotter, hornier…”

At exactly 2:49 AM, as the Sun exited Virgo and the last of the magic was expended, Shane came. Up in the conference hall, every man felt himself suddenly spill over the edge, cumming as if they all hadn’t cum in weeks. Cum jetted up toned abs and fat bellies, spurted out of assholes and mouths, and ran in trickles down legs, arms, necks, to pool on the floor, where it slowly vanished, absorbed by the Virgo artifact.

Shane watched the cornerstone pulse with power, then fade as if going to sleep. He would come back next year, to see what would happen when it awoke once more.

Click here to see all of Virgo Season.

Thank you all for enjoying Virgo Season! Every message and comment I've received about it has been awesome. This was a very rewarding series to write, and I hope that everyone got at least a few chapters they loved.

#male transformation #mental change #muscle tf #male tf #race change #musk tf #virgo season #black tf #spandex tf #getting younger #all fwkong

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krispycreamcake · 5 months ago

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Diabolik Lovers x reader part 2

Hi everyone, so the votes have come in and the winner of the poll was *intense and epic drumroll*.......SHU! Sorry if the diaboy you voted for didn't get picked but the other chapters will center around each character so don't be too worried.

Your heartrate seemed to quicken as your palms grew clammy. Was it out of fear and trepidation? Or was it something much more complexed and inexplainable? In an instant you were swept up in a wave of his never ending ocean like eyes. They reminded you of forget me nots, engraving their existence into a crevice inside your brain, begging you to never let slip of their beauty. You heard an irritated sigh escape his plump lips, dragging you back to reality. He was obviously annoyed, but did he honestly have to be so rude about it? What was with these men and their blatant disrespect for others? It was already annoying but now it's a bit hurtful.

"I expect you to be on your best behaviour while we are away. That useless sloth over there can barely look after himself, but I've decided that he'd be the best choice considering the rest of us actually go to school to be productive and not lay around the entire day..." Reiji spoke with a firm and condescending voice. From what you remember, those two share the same mother. Why was he so disrespectful to him? Was he actually that lazy? You didn't doubt it based on his extremely unmotivated energy. But then again Reiji could've been exaggerating, he seemed like the type to do so.

Shu didn't even budge at the insult. He just leaned against a wall and closed his eyes. Maybe this was common behaviour for them? Either way it didn't matter too much right now, you just needed to focus on yourself and not these weird freaks. You were still recovering from the shock that Karlheinz had more than one son, let alone six of them. What else was he hiding from you?

"We'll be back in a couple of hours and by then I should have your schedule ready." Reiji spoke once more before turning his back to you. As they were all leaving, you noticed the girl seemed to be a bit jittery. She looked almost shaken up and she kept making eye contact with you. What was going on with her? Was she scared of you? That'd be a shock, there was no reason to be scared of you. But even so, she looked as if her body only pumped white blood cells, strange.

After they left, you turned around to perhaps talk to the guy that was to look after you and he was gone. When exactly did he leave? This place just kept getting creepier and creepier. Thunder exploded in the sky once more, causing a shock to run through your body. You quickly made it back up to your room to finish packing some smaller items. As you entered the room, something seemed off. Your clothes that you laid out on the bed was a mess, the drawers in your desk were all opened and your bags were scattered helter-skelter. Did an animal happen to get in? You gingerly took a couple steps forward in case it was maybe a rabid racoon or something of the sense. It wasn't a very solid possibility considering your room was on the second floor and all the windows were locked. You began to fold your clothes thinking about what it was that made a mess of your belongings. Then, it immediately hit you like a semi-truck. Someone was obviously here looking for something. It definitely wasn't a robber because only your personal items were disheveled, but who would do this? You were pretty sure everyone was downstairs by the time you made it there. You felt your pocket for your phone to check the time as you were growing tired, but you were met with nothing. Panic immediately seared through your body as adrenaline kicked in. You began tossing the sheets and looking under the bed, in your suitcase, in your wardrobe. Where was it? You felt your chest rise and fall as you realize your phone had been stolen. Everything made sense now, the scattered clothes and the luggage displacement. Someone was obviously looking for your phone and found it. Was it one of those Sakamaki brothers? Was it that girl? Was that why she was looking so pale?

You left the room after another quick search. "No no no no no no this can't actually be happening. Not now, not in a place like this. God...I just need to calm down and think, maybe I left it somewhere? No that doesn't make sense, that doesn't explain the messy room. Why God, why now and here of all places?" You spoke to yourself as you began to walk the halls, hoping and praying that you'd happen to find it laying around somewhere. In the midst of your rambling, you weren't quite watching where you were going- you didn't need to because it was only you in a huge hallway, or so you thought until you tripped and fell face first into the carpeted floor. You tried to break your fall with your elbows but that didn't help much. Luckily it wasn't that bad to draw blood, but it did leave your skin red and aching. You groaned as you turned your head to see what exactly you tripped on. Lo and behold, it was the eldest of the Sakamakis. He was just laying on the floor with his eyes closed and earbuds in. You were about to shout at him for his insolence when the gravity of the situation set in. He was laying on the floor, seemingly unconscious. Did the thief knock him out? You scrambled to your legs, getting to him as quick as possible. You observed his face for a while, praying he wasn't dead or anything.

"Are you okay? Uhm s-sir... Can you hear me?? Sir? Mister Sakamaki? Are you okay?" You began to panic once more as he was yet to respond. You gently rub his shoulders, hoping any form of sensation would somehow break him from his unconscious state and assure you he was ok. You leaned your face closer to his, fingertips still softly pressing against his shoulder, looking for any signs that he might've been attacked. "Sir...Sir please uhm if you can hear me please say something, are you hurt? Did something happen?" You kept asking him, hoping more and more he was ok. You brushed the golden threads out of his face just in case he might've endured a headwound. As you were inspecting him, you felt a rush of cold air blow past your cheek, you immediately looked down and saw that he was awake. You sighed in relief before bombarding him with questions. "Jesus you scared me, are you okay?? I thought something might've happened since there was a thief and-" Before you could finish your sentence, he pressed a cold palm against your mouth, refraining your speech.

"Jeez.....what a nuisance." His deep voice broke through your words like an icepick. "You keep running that mouth of yours, I couldn't even get a moment's rest with you talking so much." Shu continued, seeming highly annoyed. You tore your face away from his hand and felt fury rush through your bloodstream.

"I'm a nuisance?? You tripped me! And did you even hear what I said about there being a thief? I thought something bad happened to you- I was scared! You were just laying on the floor lifeless... What were you even doing on the floor?" You retorted. How could he possibly be upset with you after everything? "God just shut up already. I was taking a nap if that wasn't already obvious." He said even more annoyed. "No- That- Why would that ever be obvious? No human just lays around on the floor tripping people unless you're anemic or something." For some reason he smirked at your statement. Did he seriously think this was funny?? The gall of this guy honestly, what was his problem? In an instant, you were toppled over onto your back. His delicate hands gripped the both sides of your head, clenching your hair and pushing you off of him. He was now leaning over you, his knee between your legs. Your fight or flight kicked in as for the second time that day, you hit your head. The wind was completely knocked out your chest as you struggled to form words.

"How many times do I need to tell you to be quiet? First you assault me in my sleep, wake me up from my nap and then shout at me. Who do you honestly think you are woman? Are you really that arrogant?" His voice became sinister as he spoke, sending cold waves of fear up your spine. "I wasn't-" Before you could get another word in he slammed his hand over your mouth. "God you're so noisy. There was no thief, I was the one who took your phone. I was requested to do so. You have no idea the world of trouble you just walked yourself into little girl. Let me make this so that even a human like you could understand. I don't care whether you live or die, your life has no meaning to me and I find it insulting that you can walk in here acting like you have any right over me or where I sleep. I don't need another Reiji up my ass, understand?" His words were like a cold shower, making you extremely aware of the situation you were in. All you could do was nod your head in fear that things might escalate if you don't agree.

"Good. Now then..." He spoke as he lowered his head to take in your aroma. What was he doing? He released your mouth as he pinned both your hands above your head. In this position, it was hard to not notice his cologne. He smelt of jasmine and sandalwood and the personification of rain, almost making you get lost in his scent. He turned your face, exposing your neck before licking a freezing stripe up against it. "Shu- Stop! Stop this! I don't want to do this just fucking stop!" Your pleads met deaf ears as a dark chuckle emanated from his beastly throat. He leaned closer to your neck and you felt your flesh become pierced. Tears pricked your eyes and your heartrate sped up excessively. You yelped in pain as you felt his sharp fangs dig into your unmarked skin. He began draining your life force, that red coppery gold spewed out of you like a fountain. You felt faint as the metallic smell of your own blood hit your nose. You tried struggling to get away but every move just seemed to worsen your pain. His sucking became unbearable, feeling your blood drain from your ravaged flesh made your stomach churn. What was happening to you? Why was this happening to you? Your head was swarmed with thoughts but none of them could ease the stinging pain you felt in your neck. Finally, after what seemed like hours, he lifted his head. The feeling of his fangs being yanked out of your torn muscle made your entire body shiver.

He looked at you with hungry eyes, not yet satisfied. Blood trailed from his chin as he licked his lips. A glint in his orbs told you that this wasn't over. You felt your heart convulse as he leaned impossibly close to your ear, whispering words only you could hear. "Hah...Maybe I could get something out of this after all...You're not half bad." His words only seemed to darken the situation as he began to rip into you once more. God was this really it? Were you going to die by the hands of a vampire? As thoughts of death flooded your mind, you began to sob uncontrollably. "Tsk. No need to get so worked up. I won't suck you dry just yet, unless you're the kind of woman into that. Ha- You don't seem like the type, but I'm not one to pass up an offer. If anything, it's my idiot brothers you'll need to worry about. Now.....just be quiet and give yourself to me~"

#diabolik lovers shu #diabolik boys #diabolik lovers x reader #shu sakamaki #x reader #canon x reader #fanfic #shu x reader #kanato x reader #reiji sakamaki #ayato x reader #ayato sakamaki #diabolik lovers subaru #subaru sakamaki #laito sakamaki #diabolik lovers laito #dialovers #anime x reader #anime

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venusforfran · 1 year ago

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RadioOmens (Good Omens Radio BBC Adaptation) Ep 1+2

The differences and little bits of information regarding Crowley and Aziraphale I got from it and how you all need to listen to it, it's SO good.

-Aziraphale already knows Crawley's name on the wall, and Crawley hates it even then, Aziraphale tells him that he chose to be a serpent.

-The animals in the garden of Eden all freak out as Adam and Eve walk through.

-Instead of God reading out the facts of the earth, its Aziraphale! He's somewhat of a narrator here.

-Crowley calls Hastur and Ligur while stuck in traffic as they're lurking with the anti-christ at the start, Crowley winds them up about the M25.

-He has a 1926 Bentley, not a 1933 one in this version.

-Neil and Terry voice two road control officers chasing Crowley on the M25!

-Crowley brought down the mobile phone exchange for ONLY 45 minutes. Which is both hilarious and embarrassing for him.

-The conversation between Mr Dowling and Crowley is so funny just saying.

-Demons DO buy books.

-Aziraphale has a tiny married couple fit about Crowley not telling him instantly about him with the baby, in this version, it isn't because the phone lines are down, it's because Crowley is "too busy".

-Crowley developed Manchester, Aziraphale Shropshire, Milton Keynes was dead heat (both equally done basically) which is hilarious if you know anything about Milton Keynes.

-Heaven has "the best choreographers". Crowley finds this funny.

-Aziraphale instantly dibs the gardener role, Crowley begrudgingly takes the nanny, mentioning "Have you seen me in a skirt?" Aziraphale tells him, "Culloden 1745". Which technically means that in Canon, Crowley has worn a kilt.

-AGNES NUTTER IS VOICED BY Josie Lawrence, the same actress in the show!!

-Adam actually wants a dog, he'd asked his dad for one for his birthday.

-Anathema comments of Crowley's eyes.

-Crowley quite likes the luggage rack Aziraphale forces on the Bentley.

-Anathema whispers a little "Angel?" After Crowley calls Aziraphale that, which is the best thing ever.

-Aziraphale puts like 40 policemen to sleep at the paintball, and mentions what Gabriel is going to think.

I'll do the other episodes soon lol.

also just got caught out by David Tennant popping up as an Ad at the end, with no idea he was going to be in the TV Adaptation in a couple years lmao.

#good omens #good omens 2 #goodomens #aziraphale #crowley #good omens prime #radio #radio omens #good omens season 2 #ineffable husbands #art #fanart #fanfic

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spuddy-potat · 7 months ago

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Watanuki Kimihiro Whump List (xxxHOLiC)

its finally here!!! i know i said i would make this months ago but i finally got around to finishing it!! its my first whump list so i may have missed a few things (let me know if i should add anything!!) but i hope you find this helpful <3

note: Watanuki is affected by the presence of certain types of negative energy which make him feel ill (often shown by coughing, covering his mouth/nose, or gagging)–he reacts to it numerous times throughout the series so it will be referred to as "ghost energy" in this list.

includes some Doumeki whump as an added bonus!!

SEASON 1 1.01: chased, knocked down by spirits (comedic), trips 1.02: cooking mishap (comedic) x2, ghost energy 1.03: ghost energy, accosted by spirits, briefly unconscious(?) after nearly falling off the roof Doumeki bonus: dislocated shoulder 1.04: reference to parents' death 1.05: chased by spirits 1.06: freaked out by Yuuko's shortcut, ghost energy (coughing 1.07: bonked by umbrella (comedic) x2, dragged under hydrangea, ghost energy, unconscious Doumeki bonus: bonked by umbrella (comedic), tired from waiting/digging in the rain for hours, Yuuko mentions that his injury is aggravated by the rain 1.08: ghost energy x2 1.09: "strangled" by Kudagitsune (comedic), yanked around by Kudagitsune x2, Doumeki-induced collapse (comedic) 1.10: freaked out by ghost stories, slapped by Yuuko (comedic), freaked out by spirits, grabbed/restrained 1.11: falls from the sky, bonked by umbrella (comedic) Doumeki bonus: soul removed, passes out (10:00), head bonked, unconscious for most of the episode 1.12: carries heavy luggage (comedic), hurts wrist trying to turn a handle (comedic), freaked out by spirit, grabbed 1.13: arm slashed 1.14: ghost energy (dizzy(?)) x2, Himawari-induced half-collapse (comedic) 1.15: none Doumeki bonus: tea spilled on arm 1.16: bothered by Kudagitsune (heavy), nearly collapses(?) after chase 1.17: slapped with bouquet of flowers 1.18: slams face into wall youkai, falls from the sky 1.19: smacks face on tree (comedic) 1.21: trips, nightmare, body feels heavy, collapses, freaked out by spirit, childhood flashback, reference to parents' death 1.22: reference to parents' death x2, coughing x8, not eating as much (small detail), passes out x2 (16:15)(22:00), weak, childhood flashback, coughing up blood 1.23: weak, passes out x3 (3:30)(5:00)(15:25), coughing x4, nightmare, crying x3, nearly collapses, heavy breathing, worsening cough 1.24: childhood flashback [freaked out by spirit, reference to parents' death, loss of friend]

SEASON 2 (POTENTIAL SPOILER WARNING) 2.01: strange dream, blindness in right eye, split vision Doumeki bonus: eye pain, collapse (7:00), eye sealed shut 2.02: split vision x2, smacked by Karasutengu 2.03: ghost energy x2 (weak, nearly collapses), collapses (4:52), cuts hand with glass, split vision, restrained x2, choked, eye swallowed, passes out x2 (15:30)(20:25) 2.04: grabbed/restrained, unconscious, passes out (8.55) 2.06: hopelessly bad at mahjong (collapses numerous times in defeat–comedic) 2.07: pinky hurts, trips 2.08: pinky hurts/spills tea on hand 2.09: hot tea thrown at face 2.10: cold water thrown at face 2.11: pinky hurts x3 (worsening pain), freaked out, falls out window (15:17), almost dies, sees parents in a dream/hallucination(?)–appears as a child, crying 2.12: unconscious for 6 days Doumeki bonus: blood loss

SHUNMUKI (OVA) ep 1: Doumeki-induced freak-out (comedic), flashback [lonely], embarrassed x3 ep 2: passes out (offscreen), wakes up on the floor

ROU (OVA) ep 1: crying ep 2: wakes up on the floor

MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM (MOVIE) bothered by spirits, embarrassed (kinda cute), ghost energy (gags, has to leave the room), strange dream, falls from a balcony, smacked by a piece of wood, nearly falls off a ledge

2022 LIVE ACTION MOVIE* (POTENTIAL SPOILER WARNING) chased by spirits, stands on the roof (WHY?????), bumps into Doumeki and falls like a moe girl, stabbed in the shoulder/neck, collapses (32:30), tries to stand up and collapses like a moe girl (34:24), carried bridal-style by Doumeki, falls down a stairwell (but its ok he got better), eye stolen, dragged into pond, nightmare [witnesses mother's death], wakes up on the ground, time loop, pushed down, arm twisted, choked, dragged, restrained x2, sexually harrassed by Jourogumo (too many times, i refused to keep count), crying

*im gonna be honest watching this movie was kind of a nightmare, its super out of character and condenses/rewrites the story in weird ways (dont even get me started on Jourogumo). i dont recommend this movie if you care about the integrity of these characters and story tbh. however, i thought i should include it for the sake of completion 😔. cool visuals tho.

#whump #whump community #whump list #xxxholic #watanuki kimihiro #doumeki shizuka #spuddy potext #lemme know if i should make more of these!! i had a lot of fun with this one :)#well barring the 2022 movie but we dont talk about that

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Fours a Franchise

Part 2

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You sat at the police station clutching your head, your elbows resting on the table in front of you…10 years. It had been 10 long years since something like this happened. 15 years since it happened in Woodsboro. Your eyes darted to the calendar on the wall... The date was past when Casey and Steve died…The anniversary was a mere few days away. You knew it…You fucking knew coming back here was a bad idea especially this time of year. Even 10 years later…The implication of exactly what this meant made your stomach turn.

'No…No, no, no. I can't. I've been free of this shit for a decade; I can't do this again. Not with them. Not now.'

Your head shot up to see Dewey slowly coming into the room. He wore a regretful expression. "YN. I'm…I'm sorry."

You took a moment, sucking in a shaky breath and swiping your hand across your mouth. "For what?" You softly asked as he sucked in his own heavy breath and sat across from you.

"For this being your welcome home and not being there for you with those protestors …And…For…"

"Questioning me?" You asked simply as he hung his head. You sighed and shrugged. "It is what it is. We need to figure this out. It's not the first time I've been questioned at a police station."

"No but it's the first time I'm the one…Getting your report." Dewey stared at you before getting to the point. "Can you run me through the exact time frame?"

"Sure." You laced your hands together on the table in front of you. "...Rebecca got us there at about 11:35. Protestors were outside boycotting my book."

"Any violent ones? You know, shady characters?"

"No more than usual. They all don't like my presence in this town."

"Anyone you recognize?"

"...No." You softly gave as he ran a hand over his hair, hat sitting on the table.

"I should have been there." He murmured. "We apprehended a few for questioning and they're all on a suspect list but I'm sure there's more. Any information can help."

"It's okay. You had your hands full…Does Randy know that Jenny girl was one of the victims?"

He nodded with an exasperated look. "Yeah…He's being-" He raised his brows with a puff of air past his lips. "He's being…Just-"

"Randy?"

"Anxious, a little neurotic and dropping suspects already? Yes. To be fair…I think we all are anxious right now…Although, this is the most freaked out I've seen him out of all the times we've ever gone over suspects or questions. "

You nodded in agreement before continuing. "Anyways...We got inside. I didn't see the exact time after that. Rebecca went missing to look for Randy while I talked to him."

"And Randy…Was missing too before Rebecca left to look for him and then he just appeared out of no where?"

You huffed with a shake of your head, looking at the ceiling. "Dewey. He wasn't there, and within a minute, he was. He probably was near the bookcases and wanted to surprise me…Even if he is a suspect; There was a crowd outside. He couldn't have done it that fast without being seen."

"And Rebecca? She had the keys."

You rolled your lips in thought. "I'm aware but I don't think so. Rebecca will do a lot for publicity but she couldn't have done this. I had my luggage in the back so this happened at Woodsboro, not before. She wasn't gone that long, and again, the crowd. How could she do it in front of the crowd?....Unless."

"Unless?" Dewey urged.

"Unless…Someone in the crowd blended in and used an opportunity when no one was looking. Rebecca went out there after we talked and she was yelling something at them. Everyone is looking towards her and not at the car…It's the only scenario that makes sense."

Dewey's face lit up and he furiously wrote it down. "So do you think someone in the crowd could do this?"

You shrugged and stammered. "I-I don't know. Probably! I don't know who else....There was a half an hour time frame between us arriving and us talking inside."

"All three of you?"

You hesitated before replying. "Well…No. Like I said, Rebecca was outside dispersing the protestors and Randy went to stock books while I set up the table. It was like 5 to 10 minutes and then they both came back and probably 10 minutes later the first people arrived for the book signing."

Dewey slowly nodded with a thoughtful look as he took in the information. "...Okay."

You looked at the table with a frown. "...You know, somehow I knew something like this would happen. I wanted to think I was being paranoid but here we are…I should have never come back here. This all happened because I came back."

Dewey stared a moment before he reached out to you, gently laying his hand on your own. "Hey, now. YN, this is not your fault. This would have happened regardless…I mean, I think it would at least." He mumbled, grimacing at his own choice of words as he patted your hand. "We'll find the person responsible and you'll be safe. I promise…I think I'm done taking your statement, thank you for cooperating." He said the last part like he rehearsed it with everyone he questioned.

You nodded even though you knew it wasn't true. That you'd be safe.

Suddenly, you saw the door almost open before closing again followed by Gale yelling at Judy outside. Dewey groaned and quickly stood up. His limp he once had was barely there at all as he staggered just a moment before walking normally. You stood up as well, following behind as Gale rushed in to argue with Dewey.

He let you out as you looked at Gale. "Hi Gale."

"YN. If you don't mind giving us a minute." Gale gave as she narrowed her eyes at her husband. You instantly stepped out with a subtle cringe as you heard Judy arguing with Dewey that Gale shouldn't be here and Gale slamming the door on her.

'Yikes' You thought as a deputy offered you a cup of coffee and you stood near the wall. Thinking heavily.

You knew what this meant and you dreaded it so much. It made you want to just hop in the nearest car and drive as far away from this town as possible. 10 years of peace washed away just by stepping foot into this damn town.

A few minutes went by before Gale rushed out the door and turned back around to tell Judy in a harsh voice. "- And your lemon squares taste like ass!" Before storming off; marching out of the precinct.

You didn't know if Dewey and Gale were on the fritz or not but it seemed like it. You hadn't talked to Dewey in person in years; only ever talking on the phone on rare occasions and Gale you only talked on the phone with to relay a message to Dewey; which became more common the last year or two…It was sad all things considered but that was how it was now. You talked to Randy's wife Karla occasionally just as little as you talked to Randy with how busy everyone seemed to be…At one point you knew everything between all of you and now you were out of the loop.

You saw Dewey come out with an exhausted expression as Judy talked to him. He comforted her on the lemon squares and she thanked him.

Your eyes focused on her…She was the one that traced the device to your car and the dislike Gale had for her seemed to be mutual. She walked away with a pip in her step as you watched intently. You were already making a suspect list but you knew it was second nature at this point. In a way, this was the first time in a while you felt like yourself instead of a numb version going through the motions your publicist gave you.

You saw Dewey talking with another deputy before he motioned for you. You shoved off the wall, sitting your Styrofoam cup down on a desk and followed him. Judy led Dewey as you followed him into a room. There were 3 teenage girls sitting at the table as Dewey motioned for you to come all the way inside.

Dewey looked at you. "YN. This is Kirby Reed, Olivia Morris and Jill Roberts…She's Sidney's cousin."

You glanced at Dewey in surprise before looking at her. The dark haired girl in the middle looked at you in wonder…She didn't look like Sidney or Roman but the resemblance was somewhat there. "YN? Like, my cousin Sidney's old best friend? Wow, you're younger looking in person." She held up her hand. "Not that you look old in pictures or anything but I thought by 33 you'd be more...You know…" She drew out.

"Mature looking." Kirby finished for her with a smile.

"Yes, that's me. And no, my official walking cane and wrinkles haven't arrived in the mail yet. Are you cousins on Neil or Maureen's side?…"

She gave a down turned smile. "Maureen and my Mom are sisters…I never met Sidney, obviously, I mean, I'm just 17…Why?"

"Just wondering. I kind of see the resemblance to you and Sidney…And I was wondering because…Well…"

"Roman?" Jill smiled politely. "That was an interesting conversation piece for Thanksgiving when I was a kid. Crazy to think my Aunt Maureen had such a secret-filled life."

Olivia gave you and Jill a wary look. Relatively silent the entire time.

Kirby added with a raise of her hand. " I actually have questions on things if you don't mind like did Billy Loomis actually use corn syrup or was that just bullshit from Stab because-"

Dewey cut her off. "Ladies…We're here because you claim you were called by the killer this morning…Two of you got phone calls?"

Jill lost her smile and looked at Olivia. "Yeah, us two. "What's your favorite scary movie?'..."

Kirby addressed the room, looking between everyone. "It was the voice. You know, from Stab." She looked at you and like any awkward teen mumbled. "Uh well. I mean. You know…Your life."

You sighed but gave a knowing look in response.

Kirby smiled and lightly waved. "I'm. I'm Kirby, by the way."

"Hi." You simply gave. Regretting not being more friendly to these kids but with the situation at hand; it was hard. Looking at them, it was down right out bizarre to think you were near these girls' ages when this all first happened to you.

Dewey looked at Kirby. "And the killer didn't call you?"

"No." She looked worried as she nervously chewed at her nails "Is this…This is a bad thing?…Does that mean I'm not going to live as long as these two??" She pointed at her friends.

Dewey cringed and tilted his head. "No…Maybe." He corrected himself as you gave him a look. "Of course not! Just…Just be careful." He gave as he stood up while Judy wrote things on a notepad behind him.

You saw Kirby's mouth drop as she turned to her friends and harshly whispered. "Oh my God, did you hear that?! That means I'm next!"

You felt guilt eating at you the longer you were here and the more obvious it was that you were the target like so many other times…Besides, if this was anything like last time; you couldn't risk your secret getting out. You couldn't risk being here at all!

You urgently whispered to Dewey as he stood off to the side. "Dewey, I need to leave town. I shouldn't be here."

"I'm afraid it's not possible, YN" Judy interjected as she circled something on her notepad.

You felt your face sag as Dewey looked at you. "Look. No one thinks you're involved but everyone's a suspect."

You huffed, shaking your head a moment. "That's literally the same thing, Dewey…I know you had to question me and I know everyone's a suspect. Okay, I get that and accept that but even if everyone is a suspect...I think we can narrow things down I mean, realistically you actually think I'd put evidence in my own rental car?"

Judy chimed in again. "It was your rental car and your event. We have to go with the evidence we have at hand. Besides, as a reason, you could have easily been stashing the evidence in your trunk to hide it."

"...Then why would I have my own face covered in blood? You think Rebecca helped me? For godsakes, check my plane ticket! I wasn't even anywhere near Woodsboro when this happened. This was clearly a threat sent to me. A warning." You said to Dewey before Judy answered for him.

"I'm sorry but we'll be the ones to decide that, YN. Right now, you're on permanent supervision until this case is over."

You narrowed your eyes at her, slowly realizing why Gale had a problem with her. You looked back at Dewey, ignoring Judy. "Dewey, if I stay here; more people will die. You know this."

You heard Olivia harshly whisper behind you. "See? Angel of death."

Dewey gave you a calming hand gesture and said. "I'm sorry but there was evidence in your car connecting you to a killer. You may be a material witness."

"I get that but I could still be sent to a safe house someplace where I'm monitored. And if the killer tracks me, they'll follow me there. Not here. Not with these innocent people."

"I'm afraid we can't do that either." Judy told you.

Dewey gave cringe. "…Not yet, anyways. Until you're attacked, we can't do anything but monitor you. It's protocol."

You stared at Dewey, your mouth open in disbelief. "...You've got to be kidding me, Dewey. I shouldn't be here!"

"YN, you are not allowed to leave. I'm sorry but as Sheriff…I just can't let you leave town as a potential witness to this case. That's final."

Dewey talked to you like you were the age these girls were…Something about that, especially as many times as you were the one to save the day against these numerous killers; went right through you.

You felt yourself huff in disbelief. "Dewey, this is a mistake. You're making a giant mistake having me stay here."

He frowned with his head held high. "I'm sorry you think that, YN. You'll have police surveillance 24/7 till the killer is caught for your protection but you have to stay in town."

You shook your head before smacking your hand against your leg with a sigh. "Great..."

Judy raised a brow as she scribbled something on her notepad before asking you. "Why the long face? Shouldn't the person we found evidence in their trunk want police protection?"

Finally, you felt how Gale must be feeling and snapped. Especially with the situation at hand. "With all due respect; I was talking to the Sheriff, Deputy Hicks."

You saw Judy's face fall as Dewey gave you a disappointed look. You returned a deathly serious stare right back at him, whispering low. "We both know that won't work and as long as I'm forced to be here; the killer will target everyone around me. Even cops. We've been down this road before, Dewey!…I don't need to be placed under house arrest in the town that started all of this; I need to be put somewhere far away where the killer won't find me and so does Randy's family, these girls and Gale too. Where's their police protection?...Or is it just to watch me as a suspect?" You harshly whispered.

Kirby raised her hand, all the girls eavesdropping as she mumbled. "Uh, I kind of think she's making sense. I mean, the killer obviously wants her the most, so…Why have her stay??"

Olivia furiously nodded her head in agreement; eager for you to leave town.

"Kirby please." Judy then glared at you. "You need to give Sheriff Riley more respect and credit that he knows what he's doing, Miss YN. " She retorted.

You felt an icy glare towards Judy. You looked back towards Dewey. "...May I be excused... Sheriff? Did you get all the questions from me as a suspect or witness or whatever I am?"

Dewey looked conflicted, his mouth in a tight frown and his brows tense but nodded. "Yes."

You grabbed your purse and walked out saying behind you. "It was nice to meet you girls! I'll see you around." You grumbled under your breath. "Especially since I'm grounded here."

You heard them say bye as Dewey released a heavy sigh and you walked out. You were stopped and asked a few questions at the desk before being allowed to fully leave, going outside with a glare on your face. You didn't think you and Gale would be storming out of here the same way but here you were.

'How the fuck did he go from the older brother figure willing to break the law and sneak a police file out of one of LAPD's precincts plus arguing with Mark to not let me be found. Literally risked being arrested over me…To being too lawful to send me to a safehouse because of protocol?!...What's changed? Has he really changed that much or…Did something happen to make him think I did this?...And what's this cop attitude he's gotten as if he was the one saving everyone's asses the last few attacks!' You ranted in your head. Your heels clacking on the sidewalk as you stopped and furiously adjusted one. 'And I HATE these fucking shoes!!'

You stopped and blinked at the sky repeatedly with a nauseated feeling…Everything that could go wrong was but most of all…You knew the inevitable. You didn't want to ever make that call but what choice did you have? Especially being forced to stay in this town with cops guarding you…What happens if Hollywood repeats itself? Then what? Without them; you were a sitting duck.

You looked back down to the bustling sidewalk. Avoiding the news cameras everywhere as you saw Rebecca talking excitedly on the phone. You ignored her. She was one of the last people you wanted to talk to right now.

You saw Randy's car with him leaning against it. Arms folded, lost in thought with his sweater off and just the button down shirt on. You walked over to him and he still didn't seem to notice you.

"Ray?"

He blinked and looked up at you.

You held yourself close as you came towards him. " Are you done here?"

"Y-yeah. Yeah, just waiting for you. Figured you would need a ride."

"Oh thanks. I'd appreciate it." You rolled your lips looking behind yourself to see a pair of cops watching you intently. You rolled your eyes and told Randy. "Just an FYI; I'm being monitored as both a suspect and witness and potential victim. Dewey wasn't clear; just that I'm to have police surveillance 24/7 wherever I go."

Randy nodded. "I figured. He told me I'm a material witness and suspect because I was just so lucky to have this happen in from of my store…Anyone else getting monitored?"

"Nope."

"Oh, well that's perfect. Not like my family doesn't need protection or Jenny's family for that matter." He sarcastically gave.

"I told him your family needed it and Gale and even Jenny and her family and now these girls that got calls; but who knows…Which…I'm sorry about Jenny."

Randy nodded solemnly. "It's a shame. Kid had her whole life ahead of her…So, do you need to tell Starsky and Hutch you're leaving with me or-"

You shrugged. "I don't think so? Screw it. They'll follow wherever I go, I guess." He nodded and opened the door for you. "Oh my God, Karla did it. She finally turned you into a gentleman that opens doors for people."

He gave a smirk but didn't outwardly joke like he normally did. Your smile faded slightly as you hopped in and he shut the door before walking to his driver's side. You huffed as both officers watching you quickly got in their car as well.

He buckled up and you pointed. "I bet they'll start following us."

"One way to find out…" He muttered as he started up his car and pulled away from the curb. You both released a 'oh!' noise as the cop car followed you.

Randy looked in his rear view mirror. "Uuhh…I really hope I remembered to put on my sticker for this year or that my tail light isn't busted or something."

"You'll find out." You gave with a subtle smirk.

"So…Am I driving you to the airport tonight because I can if you want me too but I really don't think you should stay at your house alone. Please tell me Dewey got you a safe place to stay at least-"

"Um, about that." You leaned back in your seat with a frown. "Dewey…Is forcing me to stay."

"Like...At his house with law enforcement?"

"No he just said I have to stay. He told me I'm not allowed to leave Woodsboro and if I do I'll probably be arrested." You told him and his expression fell.

"WHAT?" Randy exclaimed. "Are the buttons on his shirt too tight or what?! What the fuck is he talking about; you don't need to be stuck in the place where the killer wants you to be stuck at! Jesus H Christ this is horror movie 101!! Didn't you tell him that?! Didn't you remind him that if you stay here you'll die and God knows who else?!"

He yelled in the car as you grimaced, protecting your ears. "Randy, noise control! And you don't think I didn't tell him that? He won't listen! He just has the same 'I'm the law and you'll do as I say' attitude every other cop I've ever talked to had about this situation. At least Mark-" You hesitated as Randy spared you a sideways glance. "...At least Detective Kincaid tried to listen to me and he barely knew me. Dewey has known me since I was 18 and he refused to see that I shouldn't be here. He has it handled, basically."

Randy gave a sarcastic laugh. " Oh, that's rich. The guy couldn't even protect you from protestors today! He got shocked last time we had a fight with a killer in a mask all because he stuck tweezers in a fucking light socket but that's it!! As much as it pains me to admit I wasn't the badass saving the day; you had most of the boss energy in that fight. You could've died and we all probably would have died without you. Even at Windsor and Woodsboro he was out of commission for most of it! I may have been put out too but I'm not slinging my gun and badge around acting like I have this under control."

"He didn't say that exactly, he just-"

"Hinted? Guy gets a badge bigger than his head and doesn't know how to act. He's changed…If he's gonna start acting like a stereotypical, donut munching fed from a horror movie then he's no help to us now."

You faltered at that. "Now, wait a minute. Randy, let's just chill out a moment-"

"I CAN'T CHILL OUT!" He yelled out as you flinched. "I have kids, YN! I have a wife I love! I didn't have this 10 years ago but now I do and if something happens to them all because Chief Wiggum doesn't want to upset his delicate lawful moral code then…" He cut off, wiping at his face with groan at a stop sign as you stared at him.

It was quiet a moment before you spoke up. "...Randy, I'm so sorry."

He lost his stressed expression, giving you a sideways glance as he drove. "Sorry? What are you talking about?"

You shook your head. "Isn't it obvious? This is my fault. I should have never come here. I should have rejected Rebecca's idea and because I was a spineless money hungry idiot; we're stuck here and it's all on me. It's the fucking horror movie rules for keeping a stupid franchise going and I ignored them."

"What? YN, shut up and be real right now-"

It was your turn to raise your voice. "I'm being real, Randy! You're telling me that this killer just coincidentally attacked 2 girls this year at this time just because? Fuck no! It's because they saw my face on your store, they saw the flyers, they knew I was making my way to Woodsboro and they killed Jenny and Marnie because of me-"

"YN, shut up!" He snapped. You went to argue with him but he held up a hand. "I'm sorry but just stop it. Please stop. You did not put the knife in this asshole's hand, you did not kill those girls, you didn't want them killed, you didn't intend to put anyone in danger and you definitely are not at fault for walking into a damn town for god sakes! You constantly try to face this thing alone and blame yourself and there's no reason for it!...No matter what, this isn't your fault. Got it?"

You didn't say anything at first.

"YN."

"Okay…" He gave you a look with a raised brow. "Okay! I said okay…It's not my fault."

His shoulders relaxed a bit as he drove. "Good. I don't feel like dealing with Edward Cullen SULKING over shit they can't change for however long you're here."

"Yeah? As long as you don't do the same." You gave. "Randy…We're gonna worry. It's natural to worry about your kids; you're a Dad…But I'd like the old Randy to come out now. You know, the one that enthusiastically talked about suspects so we can narrow it down and protect ourselves and each other and now your family?"

He sighed to recompose himself and nodded. "Okay…So I heard you mention girls getting a call. Who?"

"Uh I forgot their names…Kirby and another one that I can't remember. She didn't talk much. Oh, one was Sidney's cousin."

His face fell. "The Robert's girl? Jill got a phone call from the killer?"

You nodded.

He drew out a heavy sigh with wide eyes. "Ooohhh nooo."

"What? Other than yet another Prescott being targeted."

"Shit....The Roberts live across the street from me." He mumbled, turning pale as a ghost at the thought.

You gave a surprised look. "Oh…Well, I'm sure it means nothing especially since they called the other girl too!…Damn, I wish I could remember her name. Olivia something …Anyways, Dewey has a few protestors he wrangled at the scene and the only suspects so far are Me, Rebecca and You."

"Wow." He gave with a huff.

"Hey, you can't blame him for that entirely. Remember-"

"Everyone's a suspect." You both said in unison.

You added. "Even me. I get why he wants to monitor me but…Couldn't he have done it in a safehouse outside of town?" You muttered looking at the cops following closely behind the car in your mirror.

"If we're being honest here; the killer would probably just threaten me or Dewey and you'd come running back here anyways. Just like at Milton's."

You softly groaned to yourself but nodded. Feeling guilty for earlier even if it was just a knee jerk reaction to being told you had to stay where the killer could easily get to you…You still weren't enthusiastic about the potential phone call you had to make.

You glanced at Randy and asked. "Where are we going anyways?"

"My house. Duh."

You hesitated. "No…Uh no, no, no. Ray, that's not a good idea!-"

"No, it probably isn't a good idea having the final girl and or target at my home BUT I am not going to sleep well at night with you staying at the motel on the outskirts of town by yourself with cops probably sleeping on the job. Besides, the kids haven't seen you since Christmas and…You've got a gun. Right?"

You sat in silence before you smiled at that as he smiled back. "Yes. I have my CCW I renew yearly and it's a pain dealing with airport security. But yes, I do." You gave him a knowing look. "So…What I'm hearing is I kick ass and you need me-"

He held up a finger as he drove down a street. "Hey, hey, hey! I never said that! But…It would be nice to have extra eyes for guarding the kids. A man has to sleep, okay."

"Gee, so I'm on nightwatch? I hope you know I'm raiding your movie collection and snacks."

"Deal…But stay away from the movies in the very top shelf of my closet that have no labels-"

"EW!" You exclaimed as he gave you a strange look. "God, Randy! Put that shit in a vault! If I see any home movies of you and Karla doing god knows what I will literally rip my eyeballs out of their sockets."

He slowly started laughing. It ascended from a small chuckle to outright cackling laughter. He tried to stop laughing while driving, covering his mouth with the back of his hand for a moment as he slowed down and started to pull into a drive way "Haha! It's not that, perv-" He stopped laughing just enough to speak. "It's my VHS copies of Phantasm I bought at a yardsale years ago that someone taped! I can't find it anywhere and I'm too chicken to pirate it off the internet."

You rolled your eyes as he continued chuckling to himself. "Doesn't everyone pirate things now, old man?"

"Uh, after people were getting arrested and going to prison?? Don't you remember those commercials they warned people about in 2000? I'm not risking it." He gave as he parked the car in his driveway and unbuckled. He started laughing again as he got out. "God, that was priceless! I can't wait to tell Karla later."

"Do not!" You exclaimed as he shut his door, still laughing to himself. You gave an annoyed groan while you unbuckled and stepped out right as the cop car pulled in down the street. You shut your door and decided to wave at them as only one waved back and the other one smacked his hand and told him something. You shrugged to yourself and followed Randy while adjusting your dress.

"Wow. So I finally get to see the Meeks' residence. It's nice!…Where does Sidney's cousin live?"

Randy walked over and slung an arm over your shoulder to point it out. "Riigghht there." He whispered to you. "The Mom is such a nosey ass. Karla and her are constantly getting into it over the stupidest shit. She needs to keep her opinion on her side of the street."

"Ah, the benefits of living in the middle of the woods with no neighbors." You whispered back. "So…Suspect list?"

His arm relaxed to rest on your lower arm near your side. "Possibly. But I don't take her for Pamela Voorhees."

His arm still on you while whispering, standing side by side as you heard a woman clear her throat behind you. You turned to see Karla, a glare sent your way. "Randy Meeks, I know damn well that ain't Martha so you have 3 seconds to get your hand off this- ....Oh…Oh shit, YN! I didn't even recognize you!"

Randy gave you a mocking look while letting go. "Told you."

"Wow, do I really look THAT bad regularly or??-" You mumbled.

"No! Not at all, just...Different." Karla put a hand on her chest with bewildered chuckle. "That was this close to be on Oxygen as an episode of Snapped. God, I was about to tell my husband here if he had he lost his damn mind or what-"

He walked over to Karla to address her with a dumbfounded expression. "Woman, do you think I'm suicidal or stupid enough to cheat on you AND bring her here in broad daylight in front of our house?"

Karla didn't answer as she rushed over to hug you. "Oh my God, YN! Look at you! I love the dress. And the shoes to match?"

You hugged Karla with a smile before letting go. "Yeah well, they're killing my feet and I miss taking deep breaths."

"Eh, who needs air when you can have a snatched waist?" Karla chuckled and pulled away. "I saw the ad for you at the book store." She then gave you a regretful look. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it. My job doesn't let me out till 4 and I'm out of time off. I JUST picked up the kids from school and pulled in."

"Wow, past 4 already?" You stopped yourself from saying 'being questioned at a police station sure takes a while.'

"So, how was the book signing? Did you like the store? Are you staying for dinner?" Karla asked with a smile.

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess so to uh most of that." You forced a tight downward smile and Randy cringed. Karla's face dropped as her eyes darted between you both. "...What?...WHAT?" She asked again to Randy as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"You haven't heard anything at your banking job?" You asked.

"No?? Heard what? I work mainly with CD's in the backroom so gossip doesn't always travel my way every single day."

Randy walked over and wrapped his arm around her. "Uh…Sweetheart, can we discuss it after dinner? And not in front of the kids?" She gave him a raised brow as he kissed her forehead. "Please just don't freak out. Remember; This is nothing compared to our past."

"Why would I?...Wait, why are those cops watching us?...Oh God, what the hell happened-"

She was interrupted by two kids' voices yelling and rushing out the door. "DAD!!" Was all you could hear as one tackled Randy's leg. The same leg you stabbed years ago as he released a loud 'Oof!' past his lips. He keeled over a bit, clutching Karla to steady himself as he looked down at the boy.

"Randy!" Karla demanded an answer and Randy harshly whispered 'After dinner!' before looking down at his son.

"Remember Dad's bad leg, Chad? Remember we talked about that like 2 days ago?" Randy forced out with a grimace of a smile. "I think the geek gene skipped a generation. You're definitely gonna be a linebacker when you get bigger- Ugh!" It fell on deaf ears as a girl jumped up to hug him around his neck. He barely caught her as Karla stepped back with a huff but a tiny smile.

"Daddy! Your home early! Did you miss me? Did you?!" Mindy excitedly asked as Randy laughed and bent down to hug her tightly.

"Only every second!" He exclaimed as the boy hung onto him as well.

"And me, Dad? What about me?"

Randy kissed Chad on the temple before ruffling their heads. "We've been over this; the love is equally measured and I can't wait to get home every single day to see you two rugrats." He gave with a grin and goofy voice.

"Randy, I just did Mindy's hair today. Quit ruffling it." Karla softly scolded even though she wore a smile the entire time.

They're faces fell as they saw you standing there. You instantly bent down, scared they'd knock you over as Randy was completely forgotten for you.

"YN!!" They bolted for you, almost knocking you over into the grass as they hugged onto you asking a million questions a minute.

"One at a time, kids! I can't understand you when you talk so fast." You laughed out.

Randy gave an offended look. "Mindy! Chad! What about me?"

"We saw you already! We see you everyday, Dad. We never see YN!" Mindy gave as Randy forced a dramatic pained look on his face and clutched his chest.

Karla covered her mouth with a grin as Randy acted like he had been shot in the chest all over again. "What?! The betrayal! And by my own two kids!? Over her?!" He exclaimed.

You gave a smug grin his way. "You're old news, Father. Auntie YN is the special guest here." The twins agreed in unison as Randy shook his head.

"Okay…I guess I have no choice but to leave. Just run away forever since I'm not wanted…" He gave the most ridiculous sniffling fake cry and covered his face.

You tried not to laugh as both the twins seemed to fall for it. Their faces falling as you nudged them. "Go make your Dad feel better so he doesn't cry about it." You mumbled as they almost went over to them. "Besides, I'll be here for a while I guess…"

And just like that, Randy was forgotten. Fake dramatic crying and all.

Chad exclaimed. "Woah, you're having a sleepover with us?!" Before both him and Mindy high fived each other.

Randy threw up his arms in defeat at being ignored for you again. "Well fine! Be that way. I'm going to just watch Scooby Doo without you both then and eat ice cream for dessert!"

They instantly focused back on Randy. "Daddy wait! What kind?!" Mindy demanded like it was life or death.

Randy gave her a serious expression before shrugging "...Brownie Batter. I had it hidden and saved…Guess I'll eat the entire thing by myself."

Mindy gasped. "W-Wait!-" She ran to him but Chad stayed behind to hold your hand as you walked and smiled down at him. His round eyes and sideways grin reminded you so much of Randy while Mindy had her Mom's eyes and smile but all of Randy's interest.

"Do you want to see a new pokemon card I got? It's shiny and a fire type." Chad had a tiny lisp every so often with his one front baby tooth missing.

"Of course!" You replied with a smile.

For a moment, you could forget everything. Forget a killer was after you or where you were or that you had to make that call later…

Then you saw the cops smiling to themselves at the display they just saw down the street in their patrol car and you were instantly teleported back to the present matter at hand. Letting the boy lead you to his house as Karla gave Randy a strange look whispering the question of why you were staying the night and what the hell was going on.

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Dinner was awkward with Karla urgently staring at Randy and you; wanting an answer when he didn't let her even put on the news. Saying it's better to hear it from them instead of the media.

Halfway through dinner when the kids were just pushing their vegetables around their plates, Karla told Mindy and Chad. "Sweethearts, can you let Mommy and Daddy and YN talk in private?"

They groaned at that, pushing away from the table. You smiled and told them. "How about you both bring me a list of what you want for your birthday? Go write it out for me."

They perked up a bit at that as their tiny feet carried them to their rooms and once a door was shut; Karla folded her arms to lean back in her chair and stare at you both. "...Now, I want to know what is going on."

Randy exchanged a look with you as Karla demanded. "Today, Randy. I need to know…YN?"

He sighed and decided to just say it. "...There was a murder today. Marnie Cooper and…Jenny Randall."

Karla's mouth hung open as she looked at you. You sadly nodded and added. "...They think it's related to Ghostface. You know, the costume every killer has worn since Billy Loomis and Stu Macher. Police found some bloody posters of me, a phone linked to the killings and a bloody knife in the trunk of my rental car." Karla stared at you, eyes wide as you gave her a regretful look. "I-I'm sorry, Karla."

Randy told you. "YN, I told you it's not your fault, damn it."

"No, but this is starting again...My arrival was the first domino and I don't think it's too outrageous to say that."

Karla eruptly pushed herself away from the table to walk to the window. Nervously chewing her nails as Randy watched her with a soft expression. "Baby?" He called out to her, getting up to comfort her. He went to touch her but she shrugged away, shaking her head.

"No…No, Randy! I can't!-"...She sucked in a breath, voice high as she tried to whisper. "I can't do this again! I swore when me and Julie got off that goddamn island that I would NEVER deal with some maniac again!" She turned an accusing glare his way. "You told me Woodsboro was safe! That our kids would be fine here!"

Randy gave her a sad look. "Karla…We met at a survival meeting for victims of serial killers. You knew the risk came with the territory just like I did with you."

She gave him a glare, eyes shining. "I went there to connect with other victims I didn't expect to fall in love with you! I don't regret that, okay, I don't but I thought I was connecting with a man that was over this just like I was; not someone that the killers are still after!"

You hesitated before stepping in. "Karla." She looked at you. "This is me. This killer is after me like all the other times. I'm like your best friend Julie… If I could leave town and let this asshole kill me away from all of you; I would."

Karla shook her head, tears in her eyes. "YN, don't say that. I would never wish that on you."

"But." You continued. "Sheriff Riley won't let me leave. I don't think Randy can leave either since it was his shop I was at and where the rental car was parked at…"

Randy added. "Yeah…Dewey didn't directly tell me not to leave but he did hint at it. I'm a witness and suspect."

You gave Karla a serious look. "If you don't want me to stay here; I understand."

Randy gave you an annoyed look. "You're not staying at some shitty motel."

Karla hesitated, thinking. "Now, wait a minute…You didn't ask me if she could stay."

"Karla!" Randy exclaimed.

"Damn it, Randy! We have kids and ourselves! YN doesn't…" She turned to you with a remorseful expression. "YN, I care about you. I've grown so attached to you and see you as a good family friend that I wish we talked and hung out more and I know this isn't your fault…But I can't have you bringing this shit here at my house."

Randy interrupted. "They're after the Roberts girl too and the Morris girl…Was that her name? Olivia Morris"

You nodded.

"Her and Jill Roberts are neighbors right across the street from us…"

Karla's face fell. "What? God..."

"Exactly. We live across the street from two potential victims so it's not going to matter whether YN is here or not…Karla, it's here and we just…We just gotta deal with it! But you can't ask me to send my best friend to go fiend for herself. I wouldn't ask you to do that to Julie, okay?" Randy argued, a stressed look on his face as Karla turned away.

You frowned deeply as Randy came up to hug her from behind, whispering something to her as the doorbell rang. Their heads turned towards the door but you offered to get it.

You walked over, peering through the peephole with a surprised look before opening the door. Dewey stood there, hands clasped together in front of him as he asked. "YN…Can I come in?"

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Dewey and you sat on the couch as Karla got Mindy and Chad settled in for the night and Randy did the dishes.

Dewey sat there, only a small lamp highlighting both of your faces as he spoke. "YN, I'm sorry…I know I'm coming off as a jerk. I don't want to make you feel like I'm some big headed macho cop throwing his weight around. Probably a little too heavy of weight with all these pastries Deputy Hicks keeps making." He joked with a half smile that faded as he swallowed. "…I know what you've been through with police and these killers. I don't want you thinking of me that way." He hung his head, elbows on his knees as you sat across from him.

You gave him a once over before nodding to yourself. "It's okay. I just wish you would give me more credit…You know, like the Dewey I always knew that constantly stuck up for me and told me how capable I am. Not the one I talk to every few months if I'm lucky and thinks I can't handle myself enough that he has to have me on lockdown."

He looked up at you in surprise. "Did I give you that impression? That's not true! I know how capable you are! In fact, I know how brave and strong and fearless you can be…Maybe that's why I'm doing this? I don't want you to go through this feeling like you have to protect yourself when I'm here and can protect you. My entire police force can. Things are different, YN. " He breathed deeply through his nose, leaning back. "YN, I'm the Sheriff now. I can't…I can't bend the rules like I could in the past. People in Woodsboro need me. I have to go by the books now."

"I know... I'm sorry if I gave you a hard time earlier, Dewey. Fear took over and I haven't seen you face to face in so long…It was just a shock seeing Sheriff Riley talk to me like a regular civilian instead of Dewey."

He gave you a soft smile. " Dewey's always here even if he has to put on a brave act as Sheriff Riley…Maybe it was a shock for me to see YN the famous author with her fancy clothes and new hair and nice rental car in town instead of the YN I always knew."

You smiled while looking at the carpet for a second. "Oh, I haven't changed that much. You all act like I'm a totally different person…Well, I suppose I am considering who I was at my cabin all these years." You looked up at him again. "How are you, Dewey? How's Gale?"

He was quiet for a moment, fiddling with his hat in his hands. "Well…I'm alright. But Gale, it's been hard on her. Small town. Small town husband. Not much to write about."

You glanced away before looking back at him and softly asking. "You two okay?"

Dewey blinked a few times before staring at you. "Well, I read somewhere once 'Just when you think things can't get any worse-" A smile stretched across his face. "Sometimes they don't. Sometimes, they get better…Out of Darkness by YN page 220."

You felt your chest warm as a wobbly smile crossed your face. You looked away a moment before looking back up at him smiling back at you and nodding.

You stared at him in amazement. "You actually read my book enough to know page numbers?"

"Yeah. Yeah it got me through some hard times…Besides, if you wrote it; I have to read it. I'm proud of you, YN. I know you don't need me to tell you this but I am…I'm proud of you."

You smiled at him before your smile faded slightly. The fact that book was a forced thing from you…The secret…The lying…You couldn't help feeling your smile fade as his faded as well. The guilt twisting your stomach.

He seemed to have something on his mind as well as he asked. "Y-YN?...Is there…It's none of my business normally but is there anyone I should know about? Any suspects to add to the list?...Even...A man or two in your life?"

You reeled back, staring at him. "Uh no…No, definitely not!...Why?"

"Just…Nevermind. It's not important." He gave quickly. "I've gotta get going." He stood up, holding his hat in his hands as you followed him to the door.

He turned to you as you told him. "It's nice to see you, Dewey. I missed you…We've been through a lot together, haven't we?"

He smiled and nudged you lightly. "And we'll get through this too."

"Hey, turn on the lights! And sirens!" Mindy yelled as she came running into the room in her pjs. Chad following behind with an oversized pikachu onsie. The hoodie with ears flooping when he ran. He chimed in. "Yeah! It'll be cool!"

Dewey gave them a smile and rubbed his neck. "Sorry, kids. That's only for emergencies."

"Aww." They groaned, flooping onto a bean bag chair on the floor and an arm chair.

You chuckled as you turned back to Dewey. "Bye Dewey. After this is all over and you have some free time; maybe we can go away for a weekend? Just me, you, Randy, Gale and Karla if she wants to."

He smiled warmly at you with a toothh grin. "I'd like that…Bye Karla! Bye Randy!"

Karla yelled from the back room and Randy mumbled the most monotoned 'bye'. Still upset over Dewey's choices as Sheriff to force you and him to stay at this town.

You gave Dewey a tight smile. "He'll get over it once the….You know who is caught." You eyed the kids trying to put their Scooby Doo live action movie in the dvd player.

Dewey nodded. "Bye Mindy. Bye Chad."

"Bye Sheriff Dewey!"

You chuckled at them as he waved and you went to shut the door before he stopped. "Oh, one more thing. I have your suitcase in the back of my cruiser. I'll go get it for you."

You sighed in relief. "Oh, thank you! I can't wait to change out of these clothes." He handed you keys and you gave him a strange look. "Uh…What are these?"

"Well, I know I really left you in a bind so I thought you could drive my personal jeep until you can leave again. Just for around town, of course. I had a Deputy pick it up for me."

You grinned ear to ear and hugged him as he hugged you back tightly. A proper one this time. He mumbled to you. "I really am sorry about all this."

"It's alright. I understand. Thank you, Dewey…Tell Gale I still want to have coffee whenever she's free."

He pulled away and put on his hat. You watched him bring your suitcase inside and then leave, his jeep in front of the house behind his cruiser. The police officers down a ways away just enough to watch but not be right in front of the house. You sighed to yourself before shutting the door and locking it.

"That thing is BUGGED. Probably a spycam in the seat." Randy commented with a few bowls of ice cream balancing in his arms.

You gave him a blank stare. "Yeah right. Dewey isn't tech savy enough. Besides, he can spy all he wants. I have nothing to hide."

"Hey, I'm just saying. I hope you don't have any special friend you want to show the backseat too. You'll traumatize our big brother." He replied, sitting on the love seat and putting a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth as he gave you a shrug.

Mindy and Chad took there's from the table as Chad asked. "Why would they want to see the back seat?"

"To see how roomy it is for traveling. A-And storing stuff in it."

You gave him an annoyed look. "Nice save, dork...I don't think I'm making 'special friends' at a time like this, Ray."

"I'm just saying!" He exclaimed with his mouth full and a dramatic expression.

"Speaking of special friends; where's Karla?"

Randy clanked the spoon in the bowl with a sigh. "Not…Cuddling up and watching tv that's for sure...She didn't even find the VHS tape thing from earlier funny."

"Is she mad at you over me staying?"

"No, she's mad at the situation. She hasn't had to deal with this sort of thing as much as we have. You saw how I reacted earlier so imagine her."

"I know…Should I talk to her?"

"Not right now, YN. She's practical. She'll understand, she just needs time…For now, I can't say both kids won't be sleeping in bed with me and her with this situation. "

"Agreed and I'm not sleeping much myself with this going on…Anyways, on a lighter note, what are we watching?" You asked sipping your drink.

"Scooby Doo. The kids love it. Me? I can't stand the Dennis guy that plays Shaggy."

You choked on the liquid in your cup, gagging at the name. "W-W-What?!" You stammered.

Randy gave you a strange smile. "Geez, you alright? You're supposed to breath after drinking."

"What name did you just say?!"

"Dennis? Dennis Rafkin? He's just some one hit wonder...Oh, right! He auditioned for Stu years ago on Stab during…Well, you know." He picked up the DVD and looked at the cover, flicking Shaggy's face. "Yep. That'll do it. That's why I don't like him. He looks like he got hit in the face with a shovel aka too much like Stu Macher for my comfort."

Your mouth hung open so wide you thought your lower jaw would fall off. You jerked the DVD from Randy. Blood running cold at Stu on the cover as Dennis Rafkin playing Shaggy…

Randy gave you a strange look. "…Did you meet him on set or something?"

You had to quickly force yourself to recover. "Y-Yeah. Yeah I did." You swallowed hard as Mindy interrupted you.

"Shh! It's starting!"

Randy sighed with a playful eye roll. Whispering to you. "She has to reenact her favorite characters word for word…No idea where she got that from. " He winked at you as you forced a smile even though you wanted to crawl into a hole.

You watched with wide eyes, a dry mouth no matter how much you drank…And butterflies you blamed on nerves as you saw Stu pretending to be Shaggy on a popular movie that was made a year after Roman and Neil were Ghostface…If Billy was still alive and well wherever he was; you wondered how much his head would explode if he was in the room right now

#im writing about my choice for Randy's kids later lol #scream #stu macher #billy loomis #my writing #scream fanfiction #yn fanfic #she her yn #my stories #fanfic #scream 4 #fours a franchise

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Summer of '87 [Chapter 2]

So i think i'm just gonna start over with the tag list. So if you would like to be added, please let me know!!

Also i know some of the dates may be screwed up, but suspenson of disbelief okay? Creative liberty and all that. Also, I decided the "Unknown Freak" is now known as Quentin.

Part 3

Okay i think that's it, enjoy!

oh also, If you enjoyed this chapter, please think about sending me a coffee. My um, current situation is here.

Also if you missed part 1 here it is

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“....But i don’t understand. If you have to get home, you’ll still go through---” Your friend Carissa was trying to figure out your plan.

You had told them you had an emergency at home and had to drive straight there, therefore unable to drop them off.

“Look guys come on, just take the money,” You handed her the wad of cash.

“OOOOH!!!!! Let’s go buy shots!!” your friend Amy squealed.

“NO,” you said sternly, now hesitant about this plan.

“You guys are gonna go upstairs, sleep it off, then go to the train station in the morning,”

“Buzzkill,” your friend Stacy whined.

“Alright now go,” You instructed them to get out of your Taxi in front of their hotel.

Once you were sure they were inside, you asked the driver to drop you off where the band had said to meet them.

Your friends would be fine, right?

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You arrived at the bus to find only Eddie standing outside, smoking a cigarette. His eyes lit up when he saw you get out of the car with your luggage in tow.

“Hey!” he said excitedly as he jogged towards you. “I was beginning to think you changed your mind,”

“Nah,” you nodded calmly, secretly freaking out. “Just had to get the girls to bed,”

“Ah. Right,” he nodded himself as he stomped out his cigarette to take your bags.

“No roadies,” he chuckled.

“Oh you don’t have to do that--”

“Sure I do,” he insisted. “You saved my life earlier.”

“I think that’s a bit of an over exaggeration,”

“So you’re saying your friends wouldn’t have killed me trying to get a piece of this?” he wiggled his body suggestively with a small smirk.

“You have a point,” you giggled, feeling your cheeks turn red.

“Hey if you two are done flirting, we need to go!” Gareth’s voice suddenly came out of nowhere.

You and Eddie turned to see him hanging out the bus window. Eddie shot him a glare and threw him the bird while you turned even more red.

“Well I guess we better go,” He looked at you sheepishly while turning a bit pink himself.

“Yup,” you nodded awkwardly as you followed him onto the bus. He tossed your bags on the overhead racks as you walked into the bus.

It was amazing. Long leather benches on each side, a seemingly endless hallway. A full bar in between with mirrors on the ceiling.

“Let’s go back here, away from the peanut gallery,” Eddie suggested, noticing the already suggestive looks from his band mates.

You followed him towards the back where there were two booths on one side and a couch against the wall of the other. You chose the couch to sit on, where Eddie joined you.

“So,” he immediately began to play with a string on his jeans.

“So…” you matched his nervous energy looking around the bus awkwardly. You were afraid if you looked right into his eyes at the moment you might melt into the couch.

“So how is it we don’t know each other?” Eddie asked flat out.

“Well, first of all i’m pretty sure I’m a few years older than you,” you giggled slightly.

“What? No way.” he said rather offensively.

“I’m 24, and you are…?” you looked at him expectantly.

“I’m 22, you’re not that much older--” he said in a pouty tone.

“Second of all, I didn’t really grow up in Hawkins.” you cut him off.

“WHAT?” Eddie began to panic. Was this a setup? Had he been bamboozled by a pair of pretty eyes and a great ass? And, would that be so bad?

“So why did you go along--?”

“I mean technically i did,” you saw that look in his eyes. “I just uh…i grew up in….Brooke Heights.”

“Oh I see,” he rolled his eyes.

Brooke Heights was a part of Hawkins, technically speaking. However, it was more of the “right side of the tracks' ', gated community type. They had their own shopping, their own schools, even a “mayor” type that was much more “Elite” than Hawkin’s sleazy mayor. Eddie knew the type of people that lived there. The Harrington’s lived there, and god knows how much of a dick Steve Harrington used to be.

“So you went to Carmel,” He said more as a statement than a question.

“Yes,” you nodded while playing with your hands in your lap. You could tell he was getting more and more annoyed by the revelation of your origin.

“Well color me shocked a princess like you agreed to slum it with a silly metal band,” he ran his fingers through his hair before taking another cigarette from his pocket.

“Hey, that’s not true.” You assured him. “Christ Almighty Eddie you just went on a national tour with girls throwing their panties at you every night. I’d hardly call that a ‘silly metal band’,”

“How do you even know that?” He raised an eyebrow. “Did you toss me some panties last night, Princess?” he smirked.

Jesus, there was the cocky bravado you had expected. And you had to admit, you didn’t hate it.

“NO,” You said rather emphatically. “My friends did though. It was disgusting,”

“Ohhh was it now?” he laughed while lighting his cigarette and taking a puff. “Too vulgar for your taste, princess?”

“Will you knock it off?” you folded your arms. “Just because I came from a better place than you doesn’t mean--”

“See?” he gestured with his cigarette. “You DO think you’re better than me!”

“That’s not what I--” you sputtered angrily. “That’s not what I meant!”

“A lover’s quarrel already?” Gareth came strolling in with a hearty chuckle.

“Shut up Gar,” Eddie huffed.

“Y’know that’s a lot of venom for someone who saved you from a herd of succubi,”

“She’s not from Hawkins, She’s from Brooke Heights,”

“It’s the same thing!!!” you argued.

“Ooooooh,” Gar said in a cartoonish voice. “So? We can’t help where we’re born or who to, Edds.”

“Like you can’t control you were born in a trailer park,” A band mate chimed in as he walked into the “Room”.

“Jesus Jeff,” Gareth exhaled roughly.

“Yeah, whose side are you on?!” Eddie stood up defensively.

“There aren’t any sides!” Jeff sniped back. “There’s just facts--”

“I’m not going back to the Heights, I'm going to find my half brother, okay?!”

The three men stopped arguing to look at you in shock and confusion.

“What does that even mean?”

“My parents don’t know I’m going to Hawkins. I don’t want them to know I’m anywhere near them.” you explained.

“....You’ve never met your half brother?” Eddie said with a rather condescending tone. “That’s nice--”

“I wasn’t allowed to, okay?” you snipped.

“Aren’t you an ‘adult’?” he smirked.

“I left when I was 18 smart ass,” you folded your arms. “And I never looked back.”

“So you’re just randomly deciding to--”

“Look, I don't have to explain myself to ANY of you. But if you must know, THIS is why I'm going back now.”

You pulled a page from the CC program your friend had bought. It had old pictures of the band, explaining how they all met and formed the group. In one black and white photo, with 7 guys. Four of them were CC, the other three looked to be freshmen. The caption read: “HELLFIRE CLUB ‘86.” Then it listed the names of the club members, including your brother’s.

“...Who exactly is your brother?” Eddie asked shakily as he glanced at the other guys who were equally puzzled.

“Dustin Henderson,” you replied flatly.

To your shock, Eddie had a much more visceral reaction than you expected. He started pacing and muttering to himself.

“Nah,” he chuckled nervously. “Nah, Henderson would’ve told me if he had a sister--”

“He doesn’t know,”

“Whatd’ya mean ‘he doesn’t know’?” Eddie stopped suddenly and narrowed his eyes at you.

“I mean--” you sighed uncomfortably, looking at the floor. “It’s complicated,”

“So uncomplicate it,”

“Look, why do you even care?” you suddenly gained some cajones. “He’s just some kid you went to school with,”

“He’s my little brother!!!!”

“...What?” your face went pale. Oh god, did that mean you and Eddie were related somehow? Oh god…

“I mean, not literally.” He noticed the horrified look on your face, and he couldn’t hide a smile. It was gone as fast it appeared however as he remembered what your topic of argument was.

“I mean I took him under my wing. And we--” he looked over at the other members awkwardly. “We went through some shit,”

“Some shit?”

“They got caught in the earthquake,” the last band member Quentin seem to come out of nowhere.

“Earthquake?” you looked between the three of them.

“Okay look Hawkins isn’t the place you left it,” Eddie explained, hoping no one else would jump in. None of them knew what really went down in Hawkins, and he’d never be able to explain it. It was hard enough for him to believe it, and he lived it.

“There was a major earthquake due to some crazy lab based there, and that’s all you need to know.” Eddie said sternly.

“Yeah Eddie almost died,” Jeff added while you looked at Eddie. He seemed quite disturbed and got that familiar feeling of his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Which is why we got signed,” Jeff went on. “A record label saw an article about him in the paper and gave us an audition,”

“So really, it helped us out.” Quentin added.

“I’m sorry so you’re basing your success on a major tragedy?” you said in a disgusted tone.

“Lemons into lemonade?” Quentin shrugged.

“ANYWAY--” Eddie changed the subject, quickly becoming more fearful the more they discussed the “Earthquake”.

“So tell me why Henderson doesn’t know about you, EXACTLY.”

Well, this just got a hell of a lot more intimidating.

“My--our dad was married to my mom and they had me. When I was around six years old, they started having…problems.” you picked at your sleeves as you explained.

“So one night my dad went to a bar on the ‘other side of the tracks’ so to speak,”

Cue the groans and eye rolling from the band.

“And had a one night stand with a woman, resulting in Dustin.” you spoke again. “And one day Dustin’s mom came around for money, threatening to expose him. I only recently found out about this, my mom doesn’t even know!”

“Nah, Henderson said his dad died in a fire…”

“Well you really think his mom was going to tell him he was a result of a one night stand with some rich politician?”

“There it is,” Eddie shook his head with a bitter laugh. “The daughter of a pig,”

“You think I don't know that?!” You exclaimed angrily. “Why else do you think I left as soon as I could?”

“So daddy’s been funding your big city adventures?”

“Maybe….”

“Oh, maybe. MAYBE because you threatened to expose him this time? Exploit my little brother for your own personal gain?”

“Why else do you think I’m going to tell him?!” You stomped your foot. “I’m going to get out from under my ‘daddy’s money’ and do the right thing! AND he’s not even your--”

“He’s more of my brother than he is yours!!!” Eddie suddenly screamed, his blood boiling.

“Hey man, take a breath.” Gareth put a hand on his shoulder.

“Dustin has been through hell and back, Y/N. He doesn’t need you coming in and blowing up his whole world to appease your weird ass concept of ‘the right thing’.”

Eddie got in your face, speaking in a low guttural voice. And with that, he stomped back to the bunks, leaving all of you shell shocked.

“I thought you were supposed to help his stress, not amplify it.” Jeff huffed.

“God dammit…” you sighed, getting up to follow him.

“No,” Gareth suddenly stood in front of you. “I think you’ve done enough.”

“Look, Dustin means a lot to all of us, not just Munson.” Quentin explained. “You can’t blame us for being protective. Especially him.”

“I’m not doing it to hurt him,” you said sadly. “I just-- I haven’t had a real-- ‘family’. Not like this,” You held up the page again.

“You guys look like brothers, so I do get your defensiveness. I do. I just--- I want a relationship with him, and I think he’s old enough now to handle the truth. That’s all.”

“Well,” Quentin looked between Jeff and Gareth. “I mean, she does have a point--”

“Who’s side are you on now?!” Gareth glared at him.

“Dustin’s!” Quentin talkover him. “Eddie’s right, he’s been through a lot. And-- i mean, look where we are. He lost us-- he lost Eddie. A big sister might be what he needs right now, yeah?”

“We’re literally going back right now, Q!”

“For how long?” Quentin looked at both of them. “You know Carter wants us to cut an album ASAP before our ‘hype’ fades. We’re gonna be back in LA like that!” he snaps at ‘that’.

“And how long before ‘princess’ here goes back to Chicago?” Gareth gestured angrily at you.

“Guys it’s really none of our business--” Jeff spoke up.

“Dude, REALLY?” Gareth hit him.

“Will you all just SHUT UP?!” You raised your voice over all of them, making them stop arguing.

“Jeff’s right, this is none of your business. NONE. I don’t care if you ‘approve’, Dustin is MY brother. For ACTUAL fact. He’s not just your little buddy. He’s--”

“YOU,” Eddie’s voice came from the back, making you jump back ten feet. “With me, now.”

“Dude, I hardly think hate sex is gonna help right now--” Gareth teased.

“Don’t make me kick your ass, Gar.” Eddie growled as you reluctantly followed him.

“...Um, what are we--”

“There’s more you need to know about Dustin if you’re really going to do this.” Eddie didn’t wait for you to finish.

“That’s ominous,” you half laughed, stopping abruptly when you saw how serious his face was.

“It’s…kind of a long story, that none of the other guys know about.” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“And you just wanna lay it out there to a stranger?”

“Well you’re gonna know eventually,” he shrugged. “It’s part of who he is now. A part of all of us,”

“Us?” you raised a curious eyebrow.

“Just-- let me explain, okay?”

“Okay..." you got comfortable in one of the bunks.

What could Eddie possibly have to tell you?

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #stranger things 4 #stranger things #summer of 87

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circusgoth-dotcom · 1 year ago

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Goodbye, Brother of Mine

Ship: Prince Charming & Althrú (Familial relationship; Adopted Brothers)

Word Count: 1095

Summary: Never thought I'd write a fic set in the Shrek universe but here we are. Althrú's application to a school for assassins has been accepted, meaning its about to leave the safety of the Kingdom of Far Far Away's walls for the first time in years. After a fight with its brother, Prince Charming, Althrú wants nothing more than to escape the people it once found comfort in and get on with its life. Charming appears to have other plans. CWs for arguing and familial strain.

Tag List: @canongf @rexscanonwife

Althrú sighed as it did a final check of its luggage. It was still stewing from what its brother had said the day before, though it really shouldn’t have surprised it. Charming had always been an airheaded egomaniac, though one had to wonder if that had anything to do with his mother. If Charming really wanted it out of the house, then so be it. That had been the goal for a while now, in fact, ever since the Grimm Academy of Assassins had accepted it. It planned to leave with just enough time to arrive at the station as the train came in, that way it’d be out of sight and out of mind before it could cross paths with Charming or his mother. Althrú respected and was quite appreciative of Fairy Godmother, after all, she had taken it in when no other would’ve, but some days were certainly better than others.

As Althrú closed its last suitcase, a knock came at his bedroom door. Cripes.

“What?” It asked as it opened it, using just enough infliction to show its annoyance. Charming stood before it, looking oddly sheepish.

“Morning, Althrú-”

It closed the door before he could get in another word. It turned and double-checked that it had closed its final trunk, only to be interrupted by another knock. It paused momentarily, considering that it could simply ignore it, but it also knew Charming could be terribly persistent. It opened the door again.

“Look, can we talk?” Charming placed his hand on the doorframe in an attempt to keep his brother from shutting him out again.

“Charming, I’ve been accepted into an academy meant to train assassins, mercenaries, and other types of hired guns- do you really think I would refrain from crushing your over-manicured fingers with my bedroom door?”

He quickly drew his hand away. “Duly noted… please?”

Althrú cringed at its brother’s attempt at puppy-dog eyes. “Fine, but only if you never make that face again.” It checked his clock. “You get five minutes, that’s it.”

“Great!”

The two began walking through the castle belonging to King Harold and Queen Lillian. After all, Fairy Godmother was a trusted advisor of theirs, so of course she and her offspring were allowed to reside within their castle.

“Well, I’m waiting,” Althrú prompted as they descended a glittering staircase. “Make your case, whatever it is. I’m surprised you can even look me in the face after what you said yesterday.”

A panicked expression overcame Charming’s features. “Right!” His voice squeaked and he cleared his throat, hot embarrassment dwelling in his cheeks. “I… I didn’t mean it.”

Althrú scoffed. “That’s a laugh. Everyone knows siblings are supposed to be jealous of each other, a blowout was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“Jealous?? Of what?” They paused at the bottom of the staircase.

“Oh, I don’t know. Your mother’s affection for me, my ‘infiltration of the nest,’” it looked at its brother, its head morphing into that of a wolf’s as it growled in a darkly amused tone, “the fact I’m a freak and you’re not?”

The prince appeared uncomfortable but did not flinch away. “I didn’t say what I said because I was jealous,” he said hotly as his brother went back to looking like its usual self.

“Then why act like you don’t want me around? Do you really just… hate me all that much?” It tried its best not to show any emotion as it spoke its thoughts aloud, quickly making a beeline to the nearest exit with Charming not far behind.

“Althrú!”

“Your lips are moving but I haven’t heard a single comforting thing out of them all morning.”

“Alright! Alright, I’ll tell you why I said what I said,” Charming quickly cornered his brother beside a fountain as they walked out into the gardens, though there was still plenty of room for an out if Althrú really wanted it. He waited for it to respond in some way, but Althrú didn’t budge. Taking a breath, Charming spoke again, quiet; “I don’t want you to leave. I can’t stand it. How could you think I hate you when we’ve almost always been so close? Once I got used to having a sibling… I can’t imagine galavanting in these walls alone, Altie! I’ll…” He drifted and sat on the edge of the fountain. “I’ll be lonely, Althrú. I’ll miss you.”

Althrú didn’t look at its brother for a moment, conflicting feelings rising in its chest. It settled down next to him. “That’s why you yelled at me?”

“I yelled because I was scared and I couldn’t take the fact that you’d be gone today. I thought a fight might make you leave sooner. I didn’t realize my mistake until I had woken up.”

Althrú’s lips trembled. “You shouldn’t have yelled at me.”

“I know, Altie. I’m really, truly sorry. I just want you to be my brother forever, you know? A-and now you’re going off to a university where they train people to be ruffians-- what if you get hurt?!” Tears welled in Charming’s blue eyes as he looked wildly at his brother.

“It’s a risk of the job, Charm. I know what I’m getting into. Why would I have applied if I didn’t? Charming, you know I’m not built for a lavish life. If I’m not on the run, I’ll go stir-crazy.” Finally, Althrú met its brother’s eyes. It then put a hand on his arm. “You’re so dramatic, Charm. You’ll be fine without me.”

Charming sobbed loudly, flopping into Althrú’s arms.

“There, there, y’big lug.” Althrú hummed, rubbing his back. “I’ll write you if that’s what you want.”

He continued blubbering for a moment before sniffing loudly, slightly turning his head to look at it. “You’re not mad at me?”

“Well, I certainly was but… I can’t stay that way… I know you meant well, now. You’ll always be my brother, alright, Charming?”

Charming nodded, slowly resuming a sitting position and rubbing his eyes and nose on the back of his sleeve. “As you will always be mine. I think… I’m ready to see you off, now. But you must write me as soon as you’re settled on campus.”

Althrú laughed a little. “Yes, I will.” It stood, squeezing its brother’s hand. “I need to pack up a carriage now, before ma wakes up. I don’t need her all teary-eyed before I’m off to the station as well.” It then hugged its brother tightly. “Take care, Charming. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“I love you, Altie.”

“I love you, too.”

#self shipping #self shipping community #self insert #self insert oc #familial f/o #fictional other #f/o #👑Charming Siblings👑#✨️👹.s/i #circus scripts #late af posting

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havethetouch · 2 years ago

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life update

Soooo thing are funky over on my end. A bit. I mean go figure I am trying to sort through my fathers stuff so I can make room for my own and it's been... going. 'S like some stuff goes in the bins (like shoes or socks) and then I grab one ratty shirt and know when he wore it the last time and it takes me back and it's nice but hard and soft n shit. I am glad to have the pressure of needing to move in behind me it keeps me focused. I guess all of that would be harder under normal circustances but I don't do normal so its fine-ish.

Had a situation come up in the fam yesterday because of course we do but it's like the brother of my sworn sister who we got to worry about here which as fucked as it sounds, ain't as bad as all thenother stuff prior. At least here we have a plan and know what to do and nobody died and yes my baseline for maybe freaking out a bit is at this point death and after handeling so many I look at every other problem like something that does not require much panics and stress bc we gonna handle that we got this and everything will be alright.

Which, mind, is a good way to look at shit all things considered.

Anyway I have not yet had the time to move my computer, scanner and stuff I always fill up a luggage when I am at the flat and take stuff with me like some packrat. Still need to check if someone is available to help with furniture and stuff but my aim is to have my stuff cleared out completly by the end of March.

Sorry for the radio silence this move wasn't really planned yet like I stated before but it's a thing now and I gotta roll with that.

On another note, house is slowly getting warmer, it hasn't been heated for a while especially not through winter except for where the waterpipes are and the walls are thick, it was a bit funny having my first workday in a house that had 10.5 degrees I was bundled up with my coffee cup in hands but it was a good morning and good day.

I assumed wrongly that being there would be hard for me, and I mean it is when I go through the stuff of our deceased that has been stored there but it... it already feels like home? Home for me was always more tied to people close to me and living seperate from my sworn sister who is still home to me, seemed a bit wild and unfathomable weeks ago but we both do alright and this house... this house can be home to and I am so glad.

I'm also thankful for my aunt next door (the house is halved basically, we share the attic and have a backdoor connecting our properties) bc having her (and her husband) just a few steps away does help and she feeds me too which is a huge bonus bc I don't have the energy to cook properly and she has a routine going that does help with me not forgetting to eat in general as I'm wont to do.

So all in all, busy days, not always easy but in general things are looking up fine on my end is what I meant to say with all this.

#Touch speaks #life update

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aztecxviii · 1 year ago

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Isha's secret pt. 1

"So..... Are you sure you aren't hiding anything?" Jaya asked her, her brows contracting with confusion.

"Why would I be hiding anything? " Isha answered back trying to look calm and normal.

"Who knows?..... Just that you aren't behaving the way you normally do after returning from Kashi"

"What do you mean? "

"Not that I am a huge follower but shouldn't you be like more concentrated and reserved from visiting the ascetic God's abode? "

"Shiv resides in Kashi as Shankar, the Lord of Worldly essence"

"And you seem to embody a lot from him don't you? "

Isha frowned "why do you think so?"

"You are always lost in thoughts..... Thoughts about someone I guess"

"You are guessing too much these days.. Better prepare for the examination" Isha growled

"Oh please it's just UPSE" Jaya said with a wink before returning to her books. Juana didn't really change.

Isha lay in bed, books all over the sheets, papers with drawing and diagrams scattered across the floor, models of ships and planes (from her time on 2 month program degree on aeronautical and naval engineering), her hair spread at angles enough to create a halo around her. Her computer is open and displays numbers and graphs a common man would never understand. As the lead of the technical department of Axis bank, with a fat paycheck of 30 lakhs, Isha headed the task to develop a security software for the bank. It's not that she was hired, she was simply an intern but Isha knew that even after graduation the bank would come after her. Not that it bothered her though, as long as the money kept flowing.

No, Isha Rathore was thinking about the time spend in a hotel in Gurugram with the girl, no no the angel.

Gurugram:

"So you lied to your parents and cut your trip short didn't you" Anuradha asked while observing the well furnished rooms Isha had booked for them.

"Can say I did" Isha replied sorting their luggage.

"Hmmm...... I guess you were a very naughty kid"

"Not really, I grew up fast with 4 younger siblings you know. Moreover I preferred studies and painting and some quiet leisure than misbehavior"

"I see, you never played any sports then?"

Isha laughed "of course I did. My father's a sports freak and I know kung fu, ju-jitsu and taikando. I also play badminton and tennis "

"Accha..... That explains this well built body" Anuradha traced Isha's arm as she sat intimately closer to Isha.

Isha's entire body was trembling, her desires hard to keep as they threatened to jump out. Her heart was telling her to wrap Anuradha and kiss her until she ran out of breath. Her mind was struggling. Only immense discipline and determination kept her at bay.

Anuradha kept on playing, her hands climbing up Isha's as they soon cupped her face. There was fire in her eyes and a heat of romance between them. Kamdev had struck his arrow.

"Kiss me Isha" Anuradha whispered.

This was all Isha needed. Her hands embraced Anuradha's waist and pulled her closer while her lips pounced on the maiden in front of her. Isha pushed her tongue inside anuradha's mouth tasting the sweetness of vanilla. Anuradha wrapped her hands around Isha pulling her close as Isha's hands desperately went up and down her back hips.

Anuradha kissed isha's forehead, her jawline and cheek before pulling back to her lips. Isha returned the kisses but down her neck.

"Yes... Please" Anuradha gasped

Isha's hands went under Anuradha's shirt and clasped her breasts. Anuradha gasped and started unbuttoning Isha's shirt. Soon both were in their undergarments.

"I'll close the door and windows" Isha hurried and closed the sources of light and the disrupter to privacy. The room, with its dark red walls, seemed to be giving out it's own dark aura creating an intimate background.

Anuradha lay in bed as Isha climbed on top of her, she liked the way Isha seemed to lay a kind of dominance on her. A strange kind of possessiveness, arising from never being able to call something truly her own, of always being the one to share.

"Mine.... mine..... You are mine" Isha growled while tightening her hold on anuradha's naked hips.

"Yes Isha...... Only yours" Anuradha gasped as Isha worked on her. Their's was a game of fire played in the shadows. A game of music that was so pleasantly sung by them that the outside world would have never accepted it. They lay on top of each other like kamdev and rati, with the goddess of society standing on them, like she stood on Shiva.

#desi tudors

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mother-harrington · 2 years ago

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Need you, now - Steve Harrington

Summary: A whole week without having sex is almost driving Steve and his girlfriend crazy, so when they finally get home it can only go one way.

Word count: 1,3k

Content warnings: Smut. P in v sex, unprotected. Doggy and missionary. Oral (both receiving). A little rough, but not too bad. The characters are in their 20's. It's probaby most suited for adults but I don't block people who aren't 18. (Also the ending is a bit rough, didn't know how to finish this, anywayyyy).

MASTERLIST

Steve Harrington loved his girlfriend’s parents and they loved him, but spending a week together in a cabin by the lake, with next to no privacy (meaning no way to have sex), was driving both of them a little crazy. So much so that Steve’s knuckles had almost turned white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel as they finally were on their way home from the trip.

Not that they hadn’t tried while they were away, both in the bathroom and in the woods when they were ‘going for a walk’, but both times had failed miserably. The bathroom when they realized they really couldn’t be quiet if their lives depended on it and the woods because Y/N, in a moment of clarity, had freaked out about all the bugs surrounding them and how uncomfortable it was.

Reaching their apartment building after two hours on the road, they didn’t even bother getting their luggage as they rushed off to get to the privacy of their own home. Steve hit the button on the elevator far too many times, his hands all over Y/N when the doors finally closed and started taking them up to their floor. Both their cheeks were flushed and hairs a bit of a mess as they got out, Y/N scrambling to get the keys out of her purse to open the door.

They barely made it inside before Steve was kissing her again, pushing her roughly against the wall, his eyes dark with passion.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” He groaned, “Teasing me with those sexy thighs of yours all the way home… I almost had to stop the car.”

“You should have,” Y/N teased, nibbling at his neck, “I’ve been wet for you all day, want you to fuck me,” She whispered the last part in his ear, enough to get him completely riled up.

Steve lifted her thighs and she wrapped them around him so he could pick her up and carry her into the bedroom, dropping her on the bed. He pulled down her shorts and panties in one swift movement, like he had done so many times before.

“God, you didn’t lie,” He said, a guttural moan slipping out at the sight of her glistening pussy in front of him. “All this, for me?”

“Fuck…” Y/N sighed when she felt Steve’s fingers on her, one whole week without it had been almost too much. She looked up at him, biting her bottom lip, “Neeeeed you.”

“Is that so?” Steve smirked, his fingers now easily sliding inside her and emitting soft moans as she bucked her hips into his hand.

“Y-yes… Stop teasing me, shit…” Y/N was gripping the sheets underneath her, her chest heaving with the pleasure that was already building inside her body.

Steve smirked again, proud of the fact that he could drive her crazy with so little effort. Sure, they had never gone this long without sex before, but still. He curled his fingers expertly and hit her G-spot just right, feeling her clenching around them as she came.

“So pretty when you cum…” He whispered, his face inches from hers. She pulled him down for a sloppy kiss as he withdrew his fingers, which were now covered with her juices. He easily took off her shirt and unhooked her bra, moving on to pay attention to her hardened nipples.

“Jesus…” Y/N sighed, her head falling back against the pillow underneath her when his tongue swirled over her breasts and her hand caressed his hair. “My turn, baby…” She said, moving to get up to take care of him.

Steve definitely wasn’t one to argue about that and he let her take off his pants and underwear, finally setting his aching dick free. She was quick to take it into her hands, working it up and down in a few slow motions before going in with her mouth.

“Mmm, yes,” Steve moaned, grabbing a fistful of Y/N’s hair right as her lips touched him. He didn’t push her head, but his grip on her was tightening the more of him she took.

Y/N let his dick leave her lips just for a second, going in to swirl her tongue around the tip before taking him almost completely down her throat, the sudden move making Steve gasp.

“FUCK!” Steve exclaimed, throwing his head back, “Yo- you’re gonna make me cum, fucking hell…”

She looked up at him with doe-eyes, letting his dick fall out of her mouth and instead using her hands on him again, “Oh, yeah? Well, we don’t want that yet, do we?”

“Oh all fours, now,” Steve grunted, taking off his shirt and throwing it on the floor.

Y/N did as she was told with no hesitation, eager to finally feel him inside of her. She reached down to rub her clit while she waited for him, sighing a little as the pleasure started to spread through her body.

She wasn’t prepared when Steve slammed all the way into her from behind, her moan immediately coming out as a shriek as he pushed up against her sweet spot right away.

“I never said you could touch yourself, did I?” Steve said, his voice harsh as he pulled her up to him by her hair.

“N-no…” She replied, shaking her head ever so slightly, “I’m sorry, don’t punish me…”

“Mmm, the apology works,” He said, his voice low, “But you better let me fuck you now, because it’s been way too long.”

“Y-yes…” Y/N moved herself back onto him while arching her back, loving the feeling of him completely filling her up.

Steve groaned at the sensation, and the view of her from this angle was intoxicating, her gorgeous ass and curves right in front of him. He grabbed onto her hips hard and slammed back inside before he started thrusting for dear life.

They were a romantic couple most of the time, but this kind of need brought out different sides of them and the desperation was definitely showing within both of them as they used each other's bodies to get off.

Y/N couldn’t take it when he pushed deeper inside her and she buried her face in the pillows, her moans and yelling of his name filling the room alongside the sound of his dick hitting her wetness over and over again.

Steve reached over to hold her breast in his hands, his thumbs gracing over her nipples again. He was always intoxicated by her gorgeous chest and would touch it any chance he got.

“S-Steeeeve,” Y/N yelled, her orgasm hitting her hard with the nipple stimulation only adding to it. It was so intense she almost pushed him out of her completely, her breathing strained and sweat forming over her body. He had to collect himself for a minute after that, sliding back in easily once he had.

“Jesus…” Steve panted, “That… was intense…”

“Fuck… Give… Give me another one, please…” Y/N was begging, making Steve pull out completely and flip her onto her back. He got on top of her and lifted her legs so they were wrapped around his waist before he pushed back in, getting another moan out of her.

“God, you’re perfect…” Steve groaned, his lips going down to kiss her neck as he started to chase his own high. He was thrusting more desperately at this point, her velvety walls clenching him just right with each move.

Y/N’s hands grabbed onto his hair, letting him use her however he wanted. She moved her hips with his, the rush of all her orgasms going through her.

“Cum for me, babe,” She whispered, pulling his face up to kiss him with more passion than ever. This sent him over the final edge, feeling his balls tightening and shooting his load deep inside her pussy while he moaned her name over and over.

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #I'm sorry this is dirtier than normal

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desideriumwriter · 3 years ago

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How To Disappear Completely

Summary: Spencer hasn’t heard from reader in a few days, he becomes worried and goes to check on her, but he finds nothing but a letter.

Pairing: Spencer x fem!reader

CW: angst, unhappy ending

WC: 1.2K (pretty short one)

A/N: I basically got this idea with Gideon's letter, I’m gonna write a pt 2 to this so stay tuned! Always feel free to tell me anything I can improve on!

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You had all your stuff packed into 2 suitcases and a bookbag. You folded the letter in half neatly. Writing Spencer on the front, and placing it down on the middle of your coffee table, leaving your phone next to it. You left the door unlocked.

You used all your strength to carry your heavy suitcases and book bag with you as you wafted down the hallway, stopping at door #23, you stared at the door, remembering the first time and the first person you saw in front of it.

“Oh come on! Motherfucker!” You mumbled to yourself as you were trying to turn the key.

A slender tall man with beautiful brown hair and mismatched socks stopped by the apartment door next to yours.

While unlocking his door he saw you struggling with yours.

“Um, do you need some help?” He offered awkwardly

“What?- Oh, yeah, the damn key won’t turn.” You dropped your hands to your sides in defeat.

“Here, let me try, the locks tend to get jammed sometimes. Did you just move in?” He said as he grabbed the key.

“Yeah, last week. What about you?” You crossed your arms and stood against the wall and you watched him try to unlock the door.

“A month and 4 days ago.” You smiled, he remembered exactly how long it’s been since he moved in? Cute.

“There you go, the same thing happened to me the first week I moved in, you just got to give it a few pushes.” He stepped back as the door finally unlocked.

“Oh my god, you’re a lifesaver! Thank you so much…23?” You called him by his door number.

“I’m Spencer.” He smiled

“I’m Alice.” You stuck your hand out and he stared at it.

“I uh, I don’t do handshakes, the number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It's actually safer to kiss.”

“Okay, well…nice to meet you, Spencer. We should talk again.” You giggled and walked into your apartment.

“O-Okay!” He sputtered out after you shut your door.

You took a deep breath and continued walking down the hallway.

———— Spencer texted you telling you he was flying back and offered to hang out at the cafe tomorrow. You didn’t respond (obviously), he just assumed you were sleeping.

“Final boarding call for flight 412 to Paris, France. The flight will be leaving from Gate 23.” The voice announced on the intercom.

You were already in line waiting, you dropped your two suitcases at the luggage drop-off area they had. You gripped the straps of your bookbag anxiously, you wondered if Spencer had found your letter yet. You felt guilty leaving, but you would’ve felt worse if you hadn’t left a note.

Once you were on the plane and sat down in your seat, you put in your earbuds and clicked shuffle on your playlist. How To Disappear Completely by Radiohead played softly through your earbuds. You leaned your head onto the window, watching the outside turn into a pile of clouds. You closed your eyes.

♪ In a little while, ♪

♪ I'll be gone. ♪

♪ The moment's already passed, ♪

♪ Yeah it's gone, ♪

♪ And I'm not here. ♪

________

The next morning Spencer sent you a few texts asking if you were awake, no response. He decided to call you, no response. He hoped you just had to go to work early today.

He texted and called again later that night, no response. He got worried and decided to go to your door.

He knocked on your door, no response. He called you again and heard your phone buzzing from inside. He opened the door to an empty room. Your furniture was still there, only a single lamp was turned on.

He called out your name a few times. His eyes caught the note on the table. He gulped and sat down, unfolding the note slowly.

Spencer, I knew it would be you to check on me. I’m sorry if I freaked you out, I didn’t mean to. I’ve been trying to find the main reason for what I’m doing, but I can’t. Everything is too confusing right now, nothing makes sense. I just don’t understand any of it anymore, I don’t know what to do really. All I know is that I need to get out. I’m not dead or anything. I just need to go somewhere new. I wish I could explain this better but I don’t know how, and I’m sorry again for that.

Please don’t look for me.

I’m sorry. I love you. - y/n

A few tears fell down his face and onto the letter, smudging some of the ink. He got up and looked around your apartment. He went into your bedroom, opening the drawers of your dresser, empty, your closet, empty. There was nothing. You were gone. ————

“The three words I hate: I don’t know, I can’t find anything, I’m so sorry Spencer.” Penelope turned from her computer screen and looked at him solemnly.

“It’s okay, you did everything you could, thanks, Penelope.” He tucked in his lips and walked out.

He saw Derek, JJ, and Emily in the office looking at him, waiting for news on if he found out where you were. He shook his head. They all signed.

“She’ll come back, kid.” Derek tried to comfort him, Spencer knew it was a lie.

“This isn’t your fault, Spence.” JJ rubbed his shoulder.

“Don’t beat yourself up over this.” Emily whispered.

Even though the team tried their best to console and cheer him up, it didn’t work. Spencer never got to tell you how he felt about you, how you looked in his eyes, how amazing you were to him. He’ll never get to see you again.

Hotch let him go home early that night. He kept his head down the entire way home until he got to his door. He looked to the one next to him, #22. He remembered how occasionally you two would have to go to work at the same time or leave and get to your apartments at the same time.

You both opened your doors and stepped out at the same time.

“Working early today?” Spencer asked.

“Yup, my boss needs help with this new project we’re doing. All I hope is that I don't pass out at my desk, I hate waking up this early.” You sighed as you locked your door and he did the same.

“Welcome to the club.” He teased. You nudged him with your shoulder, he dramatically winced and you both broke out into a fit of laughter. You talked all the way walking to the subway until you parted ways on different trains to your jobs.

Spencer smiled at the memory for a second while tears brimmed in his eyes, he wanted to go back into your apartment one last time, but he knew it would destroy him if he did. He unlocked his door and walked into his apartment, plopping his satchel on the chair and he sank into the couch. You were gone, forever. He was never going to see you again.

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tyler-lawson · 2 years ago

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The Meet - 02 - I Am Not Amused

My partner and I left our detainees in their isolated, locked interrogation rooms while we returned to ensure that order had been restored in the custom's line. When we emerged from the side hallway, two men, both dressed in athletic shirts and tight-fitting t-shirts approached me. Both had been heavily engaged in the verbal shouting that had happened in the circle, and I could presume they were likely connected with our unexpected guests.

They both looked to be in their mid-20s, fit, exhausted, and concerned.

"Excuse me, sir. My name is Jason, and this is Ian. We are the coaches for the guys you just dragged back there. Can we go see them?"

"Not right now. We need to let them both cool off and speak with them."

"Can we just wait here until we are able to see them?"

"Huh. I can't have you just wait here, we need to make sure that everyone goes through customs. But, once you are through, I can bring you back."

"Okay, great! We will go do that. Uh... should we take their bags, or do you want them."

"I will take them. You are right in not going through custom's with someone else's bag."

"Oh, yeah, I guess that would be sort of a problem, eh? Heh." He tries to joke.

"Yes, sir. It would be." I reply, stone-faced.

I take the duffle bag and suitcase from them, and set them just inside the secured door. The two coaches walked off toward the line. My partner and I worked through the rest of the line, speaking with people who had seen what had happened, and getting statements.

The coaches made it through customs, and I found them a little while later, sitting on a bench with a small pile of various luggage around them.

"Alright gentlemen, is this all of your luggage?"

"Well, it is ours and the boys." I get everything sorted so that I know what items belong to whom.

"Alright, sirs. Please turn around and put your hands on the wall."

"Uh? Why?"

"You have passed a security checkpoint, and I am now taking you back behind it. I have to detain you as part of our security protocols."

"Wait?! Can we not? We didn't do anything."

"If you would like, you can head to your hotel now, and your players can contact you when we are finished with them."

"No, no. Fine."

Both men turned and put their hands on the walls, frustrated at the turn of events. I frisked both of them; it was quick as neither of them had any pockets in their clothing whatsoever. They were both wearing short athletic shorts, shirts tucked into them, and had compression shorts sticking out beneath the hems of their shorts. They both seemed to me to be dressing to relive their own competitive days.

I pulled out two pairs of hinged ASP handcuffs, pulled each of their hands behind their backs, and quickly zipped the cuffs around their wrists. I walked both of them back through a secure door, and put them in another interrogation room, the one furnished with a table and two chairs. I sat them down, and left them in the room.

***

I went back to check on Braden and Matthew, and found Braden fast asleep, passed out on the hard, wooden floors. Matthew was wide awake, sitting huddled in the corner, and he twitched as I opened the door.

"Stand up." I ordered, and he did, shakily. He was wearing a worn yellow t-shirt and long black lounge pants, and a pair of flip flops on his on his feet. He warily stood, hugging himself as he stepped away from the wall.

"So, son, want to tell me what that was all about?"

"Uh, I am not really sure. Braden has always been a bit of a douche, but, I don't know what happened. He just kinda freaked out."

"He said you attacked him first. Want to explain what that was about?"

"No, man. I didn't do anything."

"You sure about that?"

"No, like. I guess. Look, my bag kind of fell into him. I guess it hit him in the junk, but he just went wild."

"Sure. Anything else you want to tell me."

"No, no. What. What is going to happen now?"

"Well, I am going to talk with Braden once he is awake, and get his side of the story. Before that, I am going to get some pictures of your injuries."

"Uh, okay. Sure."

"Great. Let's have you stand up against that wall there." I say, pulling out a camera and starting to get some pictures. "Tip your head back, I need to get your neck." He does, slightly hitting his head against the wall as he does. "Nope, okay. I am going to need you to take off your shirt, that bruise is a bit too big."

"Uhh, sure." He said, slowly peeling his yellow t-shirt off. His lounge pants hung off his hips, and his pure white Fruit of the Loom underwear stuck up over the waistband. He held his shirt over his abs, trying to hide his sagging pants with his arms wrapped back around himself.

"I need your arms out of the way. Put them down by your side. Stand up straight and tall, shoulders back. Head back."

He signed heavily, standing tall, putting his head back. He put his shoulders back, pushing his toned chest out, and stretching his smooth abs. His white underwear clashing starkly against his black pants.

I got pictures of all of his bruises, finding some on his chest and ribs as well.

"Any other injuries I should picture?" He felt himself a bit, and said, "I think there are some on my thighs."

He tried to pull the legs of his pants up, but they got caught on his large thighs. "You are going to have to go the other way." I said. He blushed heavily, and then started dropping his pants, trying to keep them covering as much as possible as they came down over his white boxer briefs. He showed me several bruises in the middle of his upper leg.

"I need a good picture of them. Drop your pants and lift the leg of your shorts up. He flushed red as he tried to lower his pants to his knees, holding them with his left hand as he pulled up the leg of his boxer briefs with his right. "Stand up, move your hands out of the way." He flushed bright red, his face and chest, as he stood up, his pants dropping down around his ankles, his white boxer briefs lifted up to barely covering his crotch. I got good pictures of everything, then finally let him put his clothes back on.

He sighed a huge sigh of relief as he pulled his pants back up, and pulling his shirt back over his head. He adjusted his underwear through his pants, picking out a wedgie he had given himself and pulling the legs of his boxer briefs back down to mid-thigh.

"Alright. Wait here, I will be back after I have talked with Braden."

***

When my shift finally concluded around 10, Braden was still not awake. I passed on monitoring the airport to the next shift, grabbed a chain, and brought it into Braden's interrogation room. I sat reading a book while listening to him snoring on the floor. He was curled up on his side, his shirt pulled up revealing a pair of blue boxer briefs under his pants. He had apparently thought to kick off his shoes, leaving him in just his black socks.

Around noon, Braden finally started to rouse. He woke with a start, realizing he did not know where he was, and clamped his eyes shut as he looked up into the bright fluorescent lights above him. I put my book down on the table, and stood up.

"Braden, stand up." I ordered, my voice echoing in the small boxy room. He struggled to his feet, blinking as his eyes adjusted and he started to orient himself. He stood, stretching his arms high above his head, and flexing his back left and right, adjusting the kinks that undoubtedly formed from his alcohol-fueled nap. His Tommy Hilfiger shirt pulled up to his midriff as he did this, giving me a great view of his sagging jeans and blue boxer briefs.

As he finished stretching, he grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt and tugged it down over his sag. He seemed remarkably non-chalant about the whole situation.

"Hands up, stop reaching for your pants." I commanded "Face the wall so I can frisk you." He twitched quickly, putting his hands back up and turning to face the wall, still not really awake or paying attention. He put his hands on top of his head, again pulling his shirt far up off his sagging jeans and boxer briefs.

I grabbed his hands on top of his head and frisked his shirt, down his arms and onto his chest. My hands went down his front, over his pecs, down his abs, off his shirt, along his stomach and down to his tight blue Ulru boxer briefs and back up his sides. Down his back, onto his blue covered butt.

I put my hands down into his pockets and his jeans slipped lower on his hips. My hands went around to his front, in his front pockets, over his junk and down to his crotch. I pulled out his phone and wallet, and put it on the table next to us. I frisked down his legs, down to his socked feet, and pulled his feet up off the floor to feel the souls of his feet.

(Pictures and request courtesy of @saggerjordancuffed. Greatly appreciate it.)

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miekasa · 3 years ago

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okay but what about airport!levi? he gives quiet businessman vibes sitting in his slacks and turtleneck

IN HIS TURTLENECK 😭😭 He would also be quiet and to himself, but not in the emo way. You got me thinking about all of them now, so here are my other thoughts about the boys at the airport.

Levi

He thinks the idea of separating classes on an airplane is beyond stupid, but if the flight is particularly long, or particularly packed, he’s not above paying for business class for a little extra personal space for the two of you.

When he doesn’t do that, tho, he never picks your guys’ seats ahead of time, so sometimes you’ll be separated. Good thing he’s also not above lying at the check-in desk, “I’m in Zone 1, could my wife be seated next to me so that we can board together?”

They respond with an “of course,” and move your seats together, and Levi walks back with a content nod of appreciation. You are not married, and marriage sucks about as much as class separation on a 30 foot long plane, but it has its benefits.

Masks on, regardless. No debates. Pandemic or not, the mask stays on. Do not perceive him, keep the pressurized air sharing to a minimum.

Doesn’t wander much in the airport. There’s nothing in there that he hasn’t seen already, except for the marked up prices on touristy t-shirts.

And if you wander, he’ll usually just sit in the waiting area to watch your bags while you window shop and do your thing. If you’re gone for more than 30 mins, he might call, under the pretenses of, “Making sure you didn’t get lost. You know that Starbucks was near gate 41 to the left, not the right, right?” Like he’s a comedian or something 🙄

He does encourage you to get snacks before you board, tho. Airplane food is gross, and he would much rather pay for a $13 sandwich that you can snack on later, than for you to have to eat mush.

He’s got a little portable mug he takes with him for when he’s wants to buy a hot drink before getting on his flight. It’s cute.

Doesn’t fall asleep on the plane ever. No matter how long the flight is—at most, he’ll take a quick power nap somewhere in the middle if it’s over 9 hours, but other than that, he’s good to go.

Doesn’t mind if you fall asleep, and he always adjusts your neck pillow to make sure you don’t get cramps.

Jean

Travel champion. This man loves being in the airport even though he’s convinced it’s a time capsule, he fucking loves it.

King of “your airport fashion matters, babe.” Not necessarily wearing a whole three piece suit, but he does put in a little effort; it’s not just the first pair of sweats he has laying around.

Swears coffee tastes better in the airport. It does not. That does not stop him from buying it. He should learn to quit tho, especially for someone who hates airplane bathrooms as much as he does.

Charming with all the security personnel and desk assistants. You could be checking in for a flight at 4am, and Jean’s got people smiling and cheery for their shifts.

Bitches about the selection of movies on the flight, and learns to just download his own ahead of time. Gets really startled when he’s watching something and the flight attendants try to grab his attention for food or drinks—the very loud, classic, Jean Kirstein “HUH?”

On that note, he also gets startled by the loudspeaker announcements in the airport. He doesn’t know why he has to hear about American Airlines flight 2170 to Cancun, when he is not on American Airlines flight 2170 to Cancun.

Not opposed to paying extra for better airplane food or drinks on the plane if it’s the right time of day. He always finds something to toast to, plus he likes to treat you whenever and wherever he can.

Takes care of your overhead luggage and helps out the people around him if he sees they’re struggling. Gets shy when you call him a gentleman for it, and he rubs his neck, grumbling, “I was just helping the line move a little faster.”

Great timing, generous, will pick up your checked bags for you, and already rented a car a week in advance: 10/10 travel buddy.

Porco

He doesn’t like planes and there’s no solid reason why—nothing bad happened to him as a kid, and it’s not even that rare unfortunate incidents freak him out or anything—something flying just makes him a bit uneasy.

He won’t say it though, and he tries to keep it together when you’re checking in, but you can tell he’s anxious once you’re sitting and waiting for your flight to board.

He’ll ask to switch seats if you have the window seat, because somehow the feeling of being boxed in between the plane wall/window and another person makes it feel more like a car than a plane and he’s okay with that.

Going to the airport is one of the few times he hair won’t be styled, and falls in his face a bit. He usually throws on a beanie to cover it up, but you think he looks pretty cute either way.

Can’t usually fall asleep and he hates it because he just sits there thinking about the worst for the entire duration of the flight. But when you travel with him for the first time and coax him into taking a nap it’s so much better.

It’s about the only time he’ll let himself be publicly babied by you; but it makes everything so much easier that he doesn’t even mind.

So now, whenever you get on flights, he just puts his hood up, lays his head on your shoulder and waits for the magic to happen.

Bonus: you’re traveling with his friends, and Pieck and Marcel past to your seats, surprised to see Porco fast asleep on your shoulder. Pieck squeals, going on about how you must be a wizard to have gotten him to nap, to which Marcel just shakes his head, “Nah, he’s just really in love with her. Look at his face, that’s the calmest he’s been since he was five.”

Connie

Loves the airport. Not an ounce of organization in his soul though. By that I mean, yeah, he’s probably forgotten his passport at home, or forgotten that a full size bottle of body wash cannot go into his carry-on luggage.

Forgets to wear shoes that easy to take off and is fumbling over himself after the security check trying to lace them back up or put them back on.

Likes for you guys to have coordinating sweatsuits, and even though you don’t travel super often, Connie’s got at least 3 pairs of them lined up for you guys.

Sweet enough to drop plans or rearrange his schedule to travel with you if you were originally gonna be alone. He knows you can handle yourself, but he doesn’t want for you to travel alone if you don’t have to, especially if you’re going someplace far and/or for an extended period of time.

He always finds breakfast food to eat before he gets on his flight (if you two even have time to spare for food that is). It could be 9pm, but Connie’s asking for a breakfast wrap.

Hates waiting in the little pre-flight area. Claims it’s boring as hell and that’s why there’s no reason to get there 3 hours early 🙄🙄

He always spends at least 30 minutes browsing all the movie and TV show options available on-board, loudly exclaiming in excitement when they have something cool to watch—only to fucking fall asleep 10 minutes later. Right on top of you when he was oh-so-excited to watch Madagascar 2.

Always steals the aisle seat, even if it’s yours. It’s probably for the best though, because he has to get up to pee at least twice, no matter how short your flight is.

Makes some cheeky remark about you meeting him in the bathroom. He doesn’t mean it... unless he does. Unfortunately, you’ve never... successfully been able to do that out of fear of being caught by the flight attendants, but there have been a few quickies in the “family” (“It’s ethical, because technically we’re participating in the act of making a family, babe”) bathroom before you boarded. It’s his fault, not yours.

Armin

He really likes planes, and traveling in general. I think trains would be his favorite mode of transportation, but airplanes are good too.

I hate to say it but he claps when the plane lands. I will not elaborate or defend my stance on this.

Prefers the window seat because he likes to look out at the clouds as he’s in the sky.

He took his passport photo a little before he cut his hair, so the security personnel always hold it up and flicker between his ID photo and his current appearance a few times before stamping it. It makes him a little embarrassed because he can’t tell if they think he looks better or worse and sometimes he’s really fighting for his life convincing them that that’s him in the picture 😭

Listens to music rather than downloading a movie or watching a show, and always brings wire headphones to the airport so that it’s easier to share and listen with you.

If you fall asleep on him first, he’ll likely fall asleep on you shortly after. If he’s tired enough, he’ll fall asleep first, though he’s somewhat embarrassed and disappointed because he wanted to see the descent and skyline outside.

When he’s not asleep or window-watching, he’s somewhat fidgety out of excitement, rather than nervousness. He’s excited to be traveling and looks forward to wherever you’re going, even if it is just a weekend long work trip.

Hates traveling alone, though. It just feels particularly lonely to him to be going someplace foreign without company by his side. So, he’ll call you at every checkpoint and send you updates.

He only ever buys two things in duty free: shot glasses with the name of the city/country you’re traveling to, and whatever variety of button down short-sleeves are available to him.

Erwin

You knew this was coming, but this man is absolutely at the airport 18 hours before your flight takes off, and he’s driving like a manic getting there, like you don’t have all the time in the world.

Fascinated by anything and everything in duty free. Definitely spends more money than necessary on your return flight on the grounds that he was getting a good deal.

Exchanges money in the airport and keeps cash in his fanny pack. There’s no traveling without the fanny pack.

Plays crossword puzzles on his phone on the plane, and it’s just about one of the only games he has. That and Candy Crush—I get the feeling he’d be on level 500+ of that game and he always knocks out at least 10 levels on a flight.

Always a little surprised when he feels his your head on his shoulder, but he says nothing, and acts like he didn’t even notice, but there’s a telling little smile on his face.

Takes the most foul selfies of him and your sleeping self. In his defense, he had the best intentions; but that angle was flattering nobody. It’s too bad he’d already paid for the in-flight wifi and sent it to Hange because now you’ll never live them down.

You could probably get him to put on a (skincare) face mask during your flight. He forgets to take it off tho, and if you don’t tell him, he’d fully walk through customs with it on his face.

Accidentally gets drunk because he doesn’t understand that just because he can handle several glasses of whiskey in his favorite bar on a Friday night, does not mean it will translate on a plane.

#anonymous #yeah this is a roast of erwin a bit but im right i know i am #aot x reader #levi x reader #jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #connie springer x reader #armin x reader #erwin x reader #porco x reader #aot headcanons

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heauxplesslydevoted · 3 years ago

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Water (Ethan x MC)

Warning: NSFW, 18+

A/N: I finally finished the Miami shower sex fic. It’s roughly ~5K words of nonsense, 60% is filth, and the urge to re-write it is strong, but here it is.

Enjoy!

~v~

Being in Miami with Naomi unnerves Ethan in ways he can’t articulate. They aren’t in the confines of the hospital, bound by the strict boss and subordinate boundaries he’s attempted to set for them. And while they’re in the city for a medical conference, he can’t help but feel like he’s just Ethan and she’s just Naomi.

Her presence is overwhelming and intoxicating. From the way she took charge and ordered them drinks on the plane, to the way her luggage spills over their shared hotel suite despite being checked in for less than 3 hours, to the way it feels effortless just walking along the beach with her, Ethan can’t escape her and the role she’s slipped into feels too familiar and comfortable, which actually gives off the opposite effect. It terrifies him.

“We’re in Miami, for goodness’s sake, our hotel is literally on the water, and we are going to the beach,” is what Naomi told him after she slipped out of her plane clothes and put on something more appropriate for the warm Miami weather. She didn’t give him any time to object–and boy did he want to–before catching his wrist and dragging him out of their hotel room.

And that’s how he ended up taking a walk on the beach, the hot sand sticking to his toes, Naomi by his side. For reasons he’s not ready to face, he can’t say no to her and it’s infuriating. But on the flip side, the way her cheeks turn up and eyes sparkle at the enjoyment of the little things like this make his insides twist, and he’s a prisoner to her happiness.

“Come on, we’re hundreds of miles away from the hospital, the beautiful sun is beaming down on us, and there’s nothing but warm sand and ocean breeze around us. You have to admit that this is nice,” Naomi urges, poking Ethan in between the ribs.

They came to Miami on a mission, and that was to get help for Naveen and also fulfill his duties to the hospital. Frolicking on the beach was nowhere on the agenda.

“We’re here for work. And besides, I could be spending this time catching up on sleep or enjoying our air conditioned suite. That’s my definition of nice.”

“I swear, you probably came out of the womb a grumpy old man,” Naomi teases. “At least try to unwind.”

“The fact that you managed to drag me out here is testimony enough, don’t you think?”

“Nope,” Naomi says, leaving no room for debate. This is one of those times where Ethan isn’t all that enamored by her stubbornness.She sits down in the sand, throwing down her sandals. She extends a hand, and after a few seconds Ethan sighs and begrudgingly accepts it, allowing her to pull him down as well.

“Now close your eyes,” Naomi orders, watching Ethan closely to see if he listens. Once he realizes that she isn’t going to stop glaring at him, he closes them. “Thank you.”

“I’m only doing this so you’ll eventually leave me alone.”

“Always the fuddy duddy. Can you sit in complete and utter silence for 10 seconds? Please?”

Something about the way she says that word only adds to the list of things she does that make him uneasy. Only because he hates the way he responds to her plea, something stirring in the pit of his stomach.

It’s hard for him to handle the stillness of the moment. He’s gotten too used to always moving, always having something to do, but he sucks it up and tries.

“When was the last time you took a vacation?” Naomi asks.

“Is it bad to say I don’t know?”

“Yes. I’d kill to have your vacation days.”

“Well what about you?”

“I went to Aspen with my family for Christmas last year,” Naomi replies. “We used to go on at least one vacation a year when I was a kid. I don’t know how much of that I’ll be doing with my residency, but it’s nice to get away, even if it’s for a few days, you know?”

“I do. I think it’s been a solid three years since I had a real vacation. I went to Italy.”

“Rome?”

“Florence.”

“Did you have fun?”

“Of course.” Ethan feels her thumb trace a circle on the inside of his palm, and that’s when he notices that they never stopped holding hands when she pulled him down, and his pulse skitters. Part of him believes Naomi doesn’t notice she’s doing it, so he stays silent.

“Do you speak Italian?”

“I’m fluent in all of the Romance languages,” Ethan admits.

Naomi scoffs and playfully nudges him with her shoulder. “No one likes a show-off, polyglot.”

“What about you?”

“I speak very minimal French. My grandma taught me some basics when I was a kid and spent my summers with her, and I tried to fine tune my skills in high school, but I’m not fluent.”

This is the first time he’s heard her talk about her family, even a little bit, and he clings to the information as if it’s precious.

This time when the conversation tapers, Ethan actually doesn’t mind the silence, and he revels in the presence of the pretty intern beside him, her hand still warm in his.

“I should’ve booked you a spa treatment,” is how Naomi eventually breaks the silence. Ethan’s eyes snap up and he stares at her. “What?”

“I don’t think I’m a spa treatment kind of guy.”

“The sauna could be nice. Or a mud bath.”

“You’re such a comedian, Rookie.”

“I’m serious!” Naomi leans forward and presses her thumb between his eyebrows, gently massaging the crease. “I think a day at the spa would be good for you. Relatively speaking, you’re too young to be getting wrinkles.”

“What does that mean, relatively speaking?”

“You’re young in comparison to the average life span, but compared to me you’re…”

Ethan raises an eyebrow in challenge. “Are you trying to call me old?”

“It’s fine,” Naomi assures him. “Lucky for you, I like older guys.”

As soon as the words leave her mouth, Naomi realizes her grave mistake. She’s said too much, revealed her slip, and the double meaning of the sentence hangs in the air between them. Ethan’s eyes widen. His eyes fall on their still interlocked fingers before flitting back to her face, and that’s when Naomi notices that they’ve been holding hands. This entire time.

Ethan leans forward, until their faces are mere centimeters apart. Feeling bold, he takes one of her loose ringlets, curling it around his finger.

“Ethan, I–”

He stands so abruptly, Naomi almost falls over but she catches herself with her hands.

Ethan clears his throat, trying to center himself. What the hell was he thinking, nearly kissing his intern? How did he get so caught up that he almost crossed that line?”

Naomi stands up, wiping off the back of her shorts. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, Dr. Valentine.”

The name change feels like a physical strike. He hasn’t called her by her formal title the entire time they’ve been out here, but now she’s back to Dr. Valentine?

“Are you sure because I could’ve sworn that you were about to–”

“You know what? I think I’ve had enough of this beach excursion for the day, and I’m going to rest before we have to go to the party later on?”

A party? Where the fuck did that come from? “Ethan, slow down. A party? What party are you talking about?”

“Every year there’s a party hosted in conjunction with the party. It’s a black tie event, so please dress accordingly. See you later.”

His long legs carry him away before she can even reply, and he’s trudging back to the hotel, leaving Naomi more confused than she was ten minutes ago.

They were sharing a moment and Ethan was going to kiss her…right? This isn’t some fever dream, she didn’t just make that up, it is a fact. And just as fast as they were connecting, he put up a wall and shut her out.

She sits down again, ruminating over the situation and trying to wrap her head around it all.

After a while, annoyance forms in the pit of her stomach. Ethan doesn’t get to just play with her like a ping pong. And if she misread the situation, he should be big enough to tell her that to her face, not run off. And the more she thinks about it, the more she stews, and the annoyance turns into anger simmering under her skin. She stands, brimming with righteous indignation. He doesn’t get to walk away from her, and she’s going to tell him as such.

The trek back to the hotel only makes her angrier, because she only has time and opportunity to think, especially with the long elevator ride up to their suite. Once she makes it to the room and the door shuts behind her, she hears some shuffling around coming from the en-suite as well as running water.

“Ethan, I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you need to explain whatever that was on the beach,” Naomi starts. She doesn’t get an immediate response from him. “The walls aren’t that freaking thick, I know you can hear me.” She inches closer to the door and notices that it’s been left slightly ajar. “And you left the door open, genius. Now I really know you can hear me.”

Maybe the walls really are that thick because she thinks she hears him talking, but it’s muffled. She almost lets it go until she hears a gruff, “Naomi!” come from the other side of the door.

So he can hear her. Good! Because she has a lot to say. She doesn’t give it a second thought, she charges towards the bathroom and forcefully pushes open the door.

What on earth was she thinking, barging into the bathroom like a bat out of hell?

The correct answer to that is she wasn’t thinking, fueled only by her need to argue with the infuriating man who left her on the beach like an idiot.

And now she’s standing in front of him and he’s stark naked.

The professional clothes and the white coat he wears at the hospital do an amazing job of keeping him contained, but here in this bathroom, Naomi realizes for the first time just how massive this man is. Tall isn’t enough of a description. His wide shoulders lead down to powerful arms, all corded muscle and tension. His chest, those defined pecs and a six-pack. Of course he’d be built like this underneath those clothes. Like a Greek fucking god. Of course.

That still isn’t what steals her breath straight from her body. It’s his hand, strong and powerful, wrapped around the base of his cock.

She should really say something. Apologize profusely. Beg to keep her spot in the competition, beg to keep her job at Edenbrook period. But she can’t. Any form of coherent or rational thought has been banished from her brain, and this soaking wet image of her boss is the only thing running through her mind.

Dr. Ethan Ramsey masturbates.

And if he’s still thinking about the moment they shared less than an hour ago, coupled with the fact that she heard him call out her name, it’s safe to assume that Dr. Ethan Ramsey masturbates to thoughts of her.

The realization makes her flame, and Naomi swears her body temperature has spiked to near feverish. And the fact that Ethan isn’t doing anything to right the situation—putting his hands in a more appropriate place, saying something, yelling at her to leave—only makes things more insane. He keeps his eyes fixed on her, his gaze so intense, she swears he can see her brain.

The angel on Naomi’s shoulder is screaming at her to stop gawking at him like some fish out of water, but she can’t. Now that she’s seen him, really seen him, she doesn’t know how she’ll ever go back to him being anything other than this, six feet, five inches, 200 pounds of pure unadultered sex.

The urge to touch him is so strong, she doesn’t think she’ll be able to do anything else until her hands are on him.

Swallowing whatever nerves are trying to creep up, Naomi takes a tentative step forward, and reaches for the glass door. The glass pane slides away so slowly, she almost wonders if it’s her subconscious giving her enough time to bolt before she makes even more of an ass of herself, but she ignores whatever annoying voice in her head is telling her to go.

“I’m not an idiot, Ethan. I’m not naive, and I’m not blind.” Naomi takes another step forward, the steam of the shower and a light spray of warm water hitting her face. Gingerly, her hand finds purchase on his chest, and they settle on his left pec.

His heart is beating so wildly, Naomi actually gasps at the erratic thumping beneath her fingertips. “Naomi–”

“I was so confused earlier,” Naomi confesses. “I thought you and I had been vibing these past few weeks, I thought you and I actually had something. And then we had our near first kiss earlier, but you pushed me away and ran off faster than a lightning strike, and I was hurt, and convinced that I completely misread the situation. So imagine my surprise when I walk in on this. You are horribly affected by me.”

“Naomi.” The way he says her name is so much rougher than it was previously, and it sends a shiver down her spine. Yup. So affected.

“It’s okay though, you don’t even have to say anything,” she continues. Taking Ethan’s free hand, she places it on her own chest so Ethan can feel her own erratic heartbeat. “Because trust me, I feel the exact same way.”

He doesn’t say anything else, opting to pull her in by the front of her t-shirt instead, what very little restraint he had over himself gone in this instant. The full blast of water comes as a shock, but Naomi can’t even react to it before Ethan slants his mouth over hers, pulling her into a bruising kiss.

The first thing she notices is just how rough his stubble is as it scrapes her mouth. The second thing is she probably would have fallen over due to how forcefully he pulled her into the shower, and she’s thankful his grip on her is as tight as it is.

Fireworks. A million fireworks going off at the same time. That’s what kissing Ethan feels like.

He sets the pace, but she kisses him back with just as much fervor. He kisses her like they have all the time in the world and none at all, passionate and intense, like he wants to devour her.

Her lungs protest against this endeavor, practically begging her to inhale something other than Ethan. But she doesn’t want to stop kissing him, even if it’s just for a second.

Thankfully Ethan makes the first move to separate them, breaking the kiss. His tongue licks along her neck and her head falls back in pleasure. So caught up in their kiss, it’s easy for Naomi to forget that she’s fully clothed, Ethan tugging at the fabric of her shirt quickly reminding her.

The water has the clothes clinging to her like a second skin, and Naomi giggles at the frustrated huffs Ethan lets out in his quest to undress her. The giggle turns into a full on squeal as she hears the telltale sound of a rip as her t-shirt ends up on the shower floor, followed by her shorts, and Naomi has to kick off her sandals to assist.

Once her clothes are in a sopping wet heap on the floor, Ethan regains control of the situation. Naomi’s back is pressed against the cold marble wall and Ethan’s mouth is on hers again, bruising and hard. It’s almost like he wants to punish her through his kisses.

“I have tried my absolute hardest to keep you at arms length,” is the first full sentence he’s said since Naomi entered the bathroom. “I compartmentalize my feelings for you, I am constantly reminding myself of our power dynamic. And you just keep inching your way closer at every single turn despite my best efforts.”

Naomi hums in reply. “Maybe you shouldn’t have been trying to keep me away in the first place.”

He’s kept her away because he knew. Ethan knew Naomi would find a way to get under his skin, leaving him to feel open and raw like he just got scrubbed with sandpaper. Having her like this is a fantasy come true, and he knows without a shadow of a doubt that once this line is crossed, he’ll never want to go back. He can be a selfish bastard sometimes.

“If we do this then–”

“I’m a big girl, Ethan,” Naomi assures him. One of her hands reaches in the tiny space between them, and she grips his erection. Ethan shudders and leans forward, crowding her space even more as she strokes him at a leisurely pace. “And we can talk about all of the messy stuff later, but right now, talking is the last thing on my mind.”

“Alright, Rookie. Enough talking.”

Her underwear is off before another word can be uttered.

Naomi isn’t sure what she was expecting, but he slides two fingers inside of her before she can think, and the sharp intrusion leaves her gasping. Ethan doesn’t treat her with kid gloves, the quite opposite actually. Whatever sound she’s going to make, he quickly swallows with a kiss.

Naomi is expressive. It’s one of the first things Ethan noticed about her. She’s going to be seen and heard at all times, and that extends to the bedroom. And since he has effectively cut her off with a kiss, Naomi sinks her nails into him, one set on his shoulder, the others raking through his hair, urging him to continue his ministrations. Good.

He breaks the kiss, leaving a trail of tiny kisses and bites along her jaw, neck, and collarbone, paying special attention to her nipples, lavishing them with his tongue. He drops to his knees in front of her, urging her to lean backwards against the wall behind them and Naomi does so without an ounce of hesitation.

The one hand not currently playing her like a fiddle runs along the smooth expanse of her curves, tracing every dimple and mark he can find. He does this until his eyes fall on the tiny tattoo marking her skin, resting on her hip. “I never took you as a tattoo kind of girl.”

“I have a few secrets left to tell, Ramsey.”

“Why on your hip?”

“My parents would’ve killed me if I got it somewhere visible,” Naomi explains breathlessly as Ethan continues to stroke her, slowly coaxing her towards an orgasm.

Ethan places a kiss on her left hip, right below the tattoo as if it’s to be revered before sucking a mark on it. Something to remember him by.

“Naomi?”

“Hmm?”

“Eyes on me,” Ethan commands her. It’s a tough task because the steam and the water have made it difficult to see and she would enjoy nothing more than to close her eyes and fully revel in what he’s doing to her, but they manage to lock eyes. “Good girl.”

The first swipe of his tongue against her makes her legs buckle, but thankfully Ethan keeps her upright.

His fingers curl inside of her, and Naomi swears her vision goes blurry for a second, but not once do her eyes waver from his. Ocean blue irises hold her gaze, and she feels like they’re burning her from the inside out. Everything is hot, too hot, but at the same time she feels like she might go insane without it.

The strokes are slow and languid. In, out, curl, twist, keeping pace with the way his tongue laves against her clit. Soon her breathless whimpers become more ragged, more labored and she grabs a handful of Ethan’s hair, tugging it so hard, she’d worry about actually pulling it out if she cared about anything other than finding the edge of the cliff he’s so close to pushing her off. Ethan can tell she’s close. The incessant tugging at his scalp, the increasingly louder moans, and the way her hand slaps against the wet tile.

She knows it’s coming, but her orgasm takes her by surprise, pleasure seizing her at the base of her spine. Her legs tense up and her entire body falls forward, taking Ethan with her. He cushions her fall, and they both land with a hard thud.

Naomi giggles again. And soon that giggle becomes a full on laugh, so uncontrollable that Ethan wonders if she’s snapped.

“I’m sorry. I’ve just never…fallen over during sex before,” saying that out loud makes her laugh again.

“And is this a good thing?”

Naomi leans forward and kisses Ethan, smiling through it. “We’ll you’re the first guy to ever make my legs give out in the middle of an orgasm so…yes. I’d say it’s a very good thing.”

Well that is a healthy ego boost, Ethan thinks to himself. “Good to know.”

When blood circulation has returned to her legs, Naomi stands up, pulling Ethan along with her. She deposits him on the spacious bench built in along the back wall of the shower and he falls onto the seat with a hard thud.

He watches through hooded lids as Naomi straddles him, undulating against him in a way that makes him want to take control and bury himself to the hilt inside her.

“Question for you, Ethan Ramsey,” Naomi starts.

“Answer for you, Naomi Valentine.”

“When I walked in here, were you thinking about me? Was I the subject in your dirty little fantasy?”

“Always,” Ethan is shocked by how breathless the answer comes out, but at this point, pride and ego aren’t needed. Not when they’re like this. “Since day one, I have been consumed with nothing but thoughts of you.”

“Mhmm, what was I doing in this particular fantasy?” Naomi asks. She takes him into her hands, and at a tortuous pace, rubs the swollen tip of his erection against her clit, drawing out a moan from the older man.

His memory fails him. Nothing he conjures up in his head will ever be comparable to the sight of a naked Naomi in his lap. She’s so beautiful, water droplets clinging to her skin, lips kiss swollen, loose strands of hair clinging to the sides of her face, her round cheeks flushed.

He doesn’t remember what the fantasy entailed, he just knew this woman’s presence was so overwhelming, if he didn’t expel some of the tension, he wouldn’t survive going to a black tie event with her.

“I don’t know. I don’t care,” Ethan says honestly. “The real you is so much better.”

“I think I like that answer.”

Ethan lifts her by the hips and in one smooth thrust, he’s fully sheathed inside of her. He notices that way Naomi’s eyes are fixed on where they’re joined, glazed over by pleasure and he’s never seen something so erotic.

She starts to move, slowly at first because she’s still way too sensitive from her last orgasm to do anything else. But the slow pace she sets does nothing to ease her, it only makes things worse. Every slow glide, every brush of his pelvis against her is magnified tenfold, and the heat she felt earlier has turned into a bull blown inferno, consuming every inch of her. But now, the only way out is through, and she’s trapped in a delicious purgatory until the next wave hits. It only intensifies when Ethan’s mouth closes around one of her nipples, sucking fiercely. “Oh, fuck.”

He releases the bud with a soft ‘pop’, pulling a soft groan from her lips. Her head falls back, but Ethan catches a fistful of her hair and drags her back, forcing her to make eye contact. “Eyes on me, Rookie. I want to see your face.”

The tiny pinpricks of pain at her scalp give way to pleasure as his grip on her tightens. “Harder.”

Ethan smirks and wordlessly obeys the order, pulling Naomi’s hair even harder as she moans. Huh. He’s going to tuck this information away for a later date and time.

The hand not holding her hair goes back to her hip and he squeezes tightly before guiding her up and down. And that’s when the pressure starts building again, up, and up, and up, until the only sounds that can be heard are the obscene slaps of their wet skin and her broken whimpers. His hand leaves her hip, not having to move far before his thumb is on her clit, working it in soft circles.

Naomi comes so hard, her teeth chatter and she’s almost afraid of cracking them. Unable to keep up the eye contact, she leans forward, resting her forehead against his. He gives her a second to catch her breath before he rocks into her, trying to chase his own release.

“Naomi, I…fucking I’m going to–”

She nods, understanding exactly what he’s trying to say. She bites down on his earlobe, tugging. “Inside me.” Then she kisses the patch of skin right below his ear and grinds against him once more. “Or on the tattoo.”

Holy fuck. That alone sets him off like a bottle rocket. He bites down on her shoulder hard enough to break skin.

His heart beats so wildly, he doesn’t know if it will ever return to its normal resting state. With his arms wrapped around her like this, he wonders if this is their new normal. How that he’s been with her like this, how on earth will she go back to being his subordinate. Everything about her feels like euphoria, her taste, her touch, her scent is embedded in him, so deep in his skin, she might as well be woven into his DNA. But the thing about it is, he’s not sure he wants it to.

On top of being a selfish bastard at times, he is wildly possessive.

It takes a long time for them to separate , neither one of them wanting to move or disrupt the peaceful little bubble they’ve created within the confines of this shower.

Eventually Ethan pulls Naomi off of him, but his grip on her remains steady. He stands as well and reaches behind him, grabbing the bottle of shower gel he has on the shelf. It isn’t until the clean scent of citrus and sea salt hits her nose does Naomi realize he’s using his shower gel. A chill sweeps through her. Sure they just had sex–great sex even–but sharing this man’s shower gel is a subtle intimacy that she wasn’t prepared for, and her chest goes tight.

“I smell like you,” Naomi murmurs sleepily.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Of course not, you always smell good. I do draw the line at sharing shampoo. Whatever shit you use might destroy my hair.”

Ethan snorts. “I saw the amount of hair goop you stuffed into your suitcase. Trust me, I won’t get in the way of that routine.”

Once they’re both sufficiently lathered, they duck under the water to rinse off, and they finally step out of the shower. The entire room is full of steam, and Naomi almost feels bad that they wasted so much hot water. God, her skin is going to be so dry if she doesn’t moisturize soon.

Ethan wraps her in a large white terry cloth bathrobe before wrapping a towel around his waist.

“I’m still mad that you didn’t give me any sort of notice about this party,” Naomi huffs. Ethan rolls his eyes and takes a step forward, his hand wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer until her back is firmly against his chest.

“It’s in a few hours, how much more notice do you need?”

“What if I didn’t pack an appropriate dress?” Naomi implores hypothetically. “Or shoes?”

He shrugs. “I have a credit card, and this hotel has a boutique.”

“Well lucky for you, and your wallet, I packed a few dresses,” Naomi says. Her mother taught her to be prepared for any situation, including the spur of the moment black tie event. “I’ll pull together something decent.”

“You’re beautiful, you always look more than decent.”

“Compliments will get you everywhere with me, Ramsey.”

Using the palm of her hand, Naomi wipes some of the steam off of the mirror in front of them and takes a good look in the mirror. She looks thoroughly debauched. It’s going to take a miracle to pull herself together with just a few hours’ notice.

She also notices the dark mark blooming on her right shoulder, outlined by teeth marks. Ethan’s bite is only going to get darker and more prominent as time ticks on.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to cover up this mark you gave me though.”

Ethan slides the robe off of her shoulder to examine the bite mark. He runs his thumb along it soothingly before planting a kiss on the spot. “I have a solution.”

“Oh yeah? What?”

Instead of replying immediately, Ethan bends down slightly and scoops up Naomi, bridal style. “How about I give you a matching one on the left shoulder?”

~v~

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