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gasstationlady · 7 months

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GUTS | a lando norris social media au | pt. 2

pairing: lando norris x singer!reader, ex!drew starkey x reader

drew is still hung up on y/n, but the grid’s new it couple couldn’t care less.

notes: final part of guts!! thank you so much for all the love you guys showed the first part <3 and dw i have so many more smaus in the drafts! tried to write and add a bit more but i ran out of space :/ i hope the plot makes sense! i feel like bc i know how i wanted the story to go i can't rlly spot the plot holes as easily.

disclaimer: NOT PROOFREAD. let's pretend that jennifer lawrence "kym illman" picture is olivia lmfaooo. btw the events in “GUTS” sometimes does not line up with the schedule followed in real life. again, no hate to drew and, now also, to ppl on the today show aha. (CONGRATS LANDO FOR P2 AHHH)

masterlist ⋆ previously

yourusername

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yourusername thanks for having me vmas!!!! <3

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yourbestie STUNNING

user pls not drew liking her post when he doesn’t even follow her 😭😭😭

↳ user no he’s actually so painfully desperate lmaoo

↳ user i’m glad lando and y/n are just ignoring him

↳ user girl i’m not, i want the drama AHA

user love u more than anything

user lando liking and the two of them now following each other 🤔 yup him and y/n are forrr sure together

↳ user yea after the deuxmoi post and lando’s soft launch it’s basically confirmed at this point

↳ user i wonder if she’ll be attending the next gp bc i’d actually die and then come back to life if it happens

user you look BEYONDDDDD 😍😍

user are we fr just gonna ignore drew like..

thetodayshow

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thetodayshow It’s GUTS day! We loved having @/yourusername on the TODAY plaza. 🍒🎤🧡

We sat with Y/N to talk about her new album and recent scandals surrounding the topics of her work. “I just write songs; it’s not my job to interpret them for people.”

Tune in on our Youtube channel for extra clips of our interview with Y/N and her performances!

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user SHE ATE THOSE PERFORMANCES. DEVOURED.

user some of those questions were a bit invasive

↳ user i was thinking the same thing, but y/n handled that rlly professionally

user omg how have her vocals gotten better 😭

user lmaoooooo i see you hiding in the likes lando

↳ user it’s so cute that he’s following her activities 🥹🥹

↳ user he’s probably here bc of what she said in the interview

↳ user wait i didn’t watch everything, what did she say??

↳ user so they asked how she felt about her exes being a popular topic on the internet, and so she said “I just write songs; it’s not my job to interpret them for people.” they also asked about drew and whether they’re going to get back together (which, may i add, felt a little rude to me) and y/n replied with “Those who I’m close with can reach me anytime. I tend to not focus on anyone else.”

↳ user thank you for summarizing!! doing god’s work fr 🫡

user y/n handled the situation perfectly

↳ user no bc the way she said not too much but enough to stand up for herself and her privacy

user AHAHAHAHA SHE RLLY SAID AINT NO WAY SHES GOING BACK TO DREW

ynupdates

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ynupdates Y/n seen arriving in Singapore!

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user wait you’re lying??? actually? waaait 😭

user IS SHE GOING TO THE GP OMG PLS

user i mean i knew they were together but imagine a paddock appearance 😩😩 i don’t think we can handle it guys

user if she makes an appearance at the paddock with lando, i don’t understand why he didn’t just go as her date for the vmas too 😭😭

↳ user i doubt they wanted to hard launch at the vmas lol y/n was barely even in the audience, tbh i think she left early

↳ user y/n has said before that award shows make her rlly anxious, so yea she probably didn’t want too much attention on herself esp with all the drew drama

user did i miss something, i thought lando was still in ny? why didn’t they just travel together?

↳ user lando probs had to leave earlier bc practice started on friday, and y/n still had a few tv show performances which i’m assuming is why she arrived today instead

kymillman

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kymillman F1’S NEW FAVORITE COUPLE

The first driver to arrive this morning was Mclaren driver Lando Norris. For the first time he is joined with his new girlfriend, Y/N L/N, a famous Filipino-American pop singer.

For A3 prints, hand-signed & numbered by a range of drivers/team principals head to kymillman.com

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user omg it’s happening it’s happening

user HEY SIRI PLAY THAT SHOULD BE ME BY JUSTIN BIEBER

user this pic should be put in the louvre that is how monumental it is

user THIS IS HOW I FIND OUT?? FROM KYM??😭😭

user first💔hard💔launch💔is💔a💔paddock💔appearance💔

user the hand holding 🥹🥹

user don’t know if i’m more jealous of lando or y/n

user damn god really out here choosing favorites

user they’re already becoming my comfort couple omg i can’t i love them so much

landonorris

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landonorris Singapore 🥈

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user so proud of you lando!!

user AHHHH y/n cameo

user god idk if i'm ever going to get used to seeing y/n with lando

user SHE LOOKS SO GOOD

user yay carlando podium !!! 🥹

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8 months later

landonorris

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landonorris Happy one year, love ❤️

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yourusername there's nothing i love more than those chips

↳ landonorris 😐

user they're the reason i believe in love

user damn i think this is about to be lando's most liked post lmaoo

user the fact that he calls her love 😭😭

user luckiest man alive i stg

user how does she always look so good

yourusername

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yourusername cause i love to love, to love, to love you

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landonorris that guy's pretty handsome

↳ yourusername very :)

yourbestie LOVE seeing you happy

user omggg i'm crying i can't believe its already been a year

user might sleep on the freeway today

user let the light in is such a cute song to dedicate to someone

user LOL not the third pic

user i love them so much 🥹

user if you ever break up, love isn't real

#f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 imagine #f1 social media au #lando norris au #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #singer!reader #lando norris instagram au

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queenimmadolla · 9 months

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Penny is definitely the type of toddler to ask 1000000 questions to avoid going to bed. She asks for water 10 times, ask to read another story. But Eddie and readers favourite is when she asks for a cuddle.

you're right, so i wrote something a little inspired by this!

dad!eddie munson x mom!reader

Summary: Your baby tries being cute to get out of bedtime. Neither you or Eddie fall for it. This time.

warnings: a manipulative baby being cute.

wc: 2k more of this family here

“Wook!” Penny held up the same building block she’d shown Eddie at least six times in the last hour. It was red and she was enamored with it. “Wook, dada!”

Eddie ooh’d, phony admiration all over his face, “Is that a block, baby?”

“Ya! ‘S a b’ock.” She mumbled, chin angling down towards her chest as she focused on the block in her stubby hands, eyebrows furrowing in concentration with her plump lower lip jutting out.

Once his two year old was done analyzing it, she began to bash it into the carpet repeatedly, face still set in that scowl and Eddie glanced down at his watch in order to check the time to confirm his suspicion.

Yup, 6:30. Penny’s bedtime was approaching and she was getting grumpy—she’d turn into a Gremlin if she wasn’t in bed by seven. It wasn’t a fun experience for anyone.

You seemed to have noticed the time, too, appearing from the bathroom doorway.

“Bathtime,” You called and Eddie watched Penny for her reaction. She was sat on the ground, chunky legs strewn out with her big eyes wide, a sadness to them as she paused in her abuse of the block.

You’d recently pointed out something amusing to Eddie, something that had been going on for a while but never noticed by him.

Penny was now aware of her bedtime and she did not like it. Not in the sense where she’d throw a tantrum—though she usually always started whimpering the moment he put her in her crib—she’d often try to distract her parents while they went through the motions.

Delay the inevitable, if you will.

Now, Eddie could see the wheels turning in her curly little head.

“‘Kay,” Penny finally replied, dropping the block and pressing both her hands to the carpet so she could push her bottom in the air before standing the rest of the way up.

Eddie’s lips slowly twisted into a smirk as he watched her clean up, purposely picking her toys up one by one, then over to drop into her toy box.

That’s how it went for the next five minutes.

Pick one up, waddle to the toy box, drop it, and repeat.

And the reason Eddie knew she was aware she could pick up more than one was the way she’d glance at them, side-eyeing them as she passed to toddle towards her toy box.

“Hurry, Penny.” You prompted, also watching her—though, you didn’t look as amused as Eddie. You knew she’d take forever, but the joke was on her. She’d had a bath this morning where you’d let her have some playtime with her bath toys and rubber ducky, so this bath would be strictly to get her clean and then get her out of it. Wouldn’t take longer than ten minutes.

Penny would be in bed on time whether she liked it or not.

Eddie decided to interfere, picking up the toys she’d left behind. Penny looked affronted when she’d stopped staring into her toy box—purposely wasting time—to see her daddy approaching with the rest of her careful plan in his arms.

He dumped all the toys into the toy box before scooping her up, pressing kisses to her squishy cheek as he carried her to the bathroom that you ducked into when you saw them coming.

“C’mon, stinky butt. Let’s get you clean.”

“Penny no stinky booty!”

Eddie handed her over and leaned against the door frame as you had Penny stand in front of the small tub while you pulled off her overalls and shirt.

He had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing when he noticed her trying to distract you; reaching out to play with your hair, caressing your face like you’d do to hers.

You saw right through it, fully aware her sudden affection was fake. You’d had to gently pry her hands away multiple times—she’d even gone in for a few hugs, but if you let her, she’d be stuck to you like an octopus—to get her into the water.

“Toys?” She’d asked after you’d poured water over her hair, big brown hopeful eyes framed with long, wet lashes.

“No toys this time, Penny. In the morning, okay?”

She didn’t respond as you began washing her hair and to untrained eyes, she’d look sad. Eddie was catching on though, you were very right.

Penny wasn’t sad. She was plotting her next step.

After she’d been scrubbed clean, towel dried and wrapped in it, you’d handed her to Eddie so you could drain the bath water.

Penny curled into him while he carried her to the room, wet little head nuzzling into the crook of his neck as her wrinkly finger trailed lazily over his collarbone.

Eddie loved it when she was cuddly, he was obsessed with it. She’d long since left her newborn days behind, even her baby habits were starting to go and since she’d started walking, she didn't need him to carry her around all the time so he soaked in these moments where she’d just let him coddle her, comfort her.

He nosed along her hairline, pressing kiss after kiss there as he inhaled the scent of her baby shampoo.

“You tired, baby?” He hummed, swaying with her in his arms.

“Nooo…” Eddie could hear the pout and chuckled.

“You don’t wanna go night-night?”

“Noooo….” Penny mumbled again, this time sounding so much more sad.

Their ‘bonding’ was interrupted when you entered the room, pulling Penny right out of his arms as you cackled and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“You almost got him, a very nice try.” You congratulated her as you carried her over to the bed.

Eddie stuttered, blinking rapidly before his gaze locked onto his sweet little baby’s face. She was pouting as you put a fresh diaper on her and changed her into her jammies, letting out little whines and Eddie realized she hadn’t even wanted to cuddle with him—she’d just been using him to delay bedtime again. Was nothing sacred to her?

“So, that’s all I am to you?” Eddie scoffed, grin wide despite her manipulation.

Penny just looked up at him with her pretty eyes, “Pen has wahwah?”

Water, you corrected at the same time Eddie said no before running to fetch his spawn a sippy cup of water. When he returned, you were curled up on the bed with Penny in your arms. She’d cuddle with you while Eddie read her a bedtime story and then you’d put her down in her crib for the night.

Despite her reluctance, Penny had picked out a bedtime story at your prompting, and Eddie tried to keep his scream internal when he saw the cover of Goodnight Moon in her pudgy little grasp.

Penny had accumulated a large selection of books from friends and family, and Eddie often read The Hobbit to her before her day naps since it put her to sleep—so she was exposed to books with more sustenance, but his daughter insisted on reading about saying goodnight to everything every single night.

Eddie didn’t even need the damn book, he had it memorized but Penny also insisted on seeing the pictures.

“Oh, yay, baby. You picked out Daddy’s favorite again.” And he’d lie to her about loving her selection every single night too.

She’d held the book out to him with one hand and eagerly reached for the sippy cup with the other, and once Eddie gave it to her, quickly guzzled down the water within it—which made you cringe. You’d have to check her in a couple of hours, there was no way she’d make it through the night with a dry diaper.

“Alright,” Eddie began as he settled into his spot, wrapping an arm around you as you nuzzled into him and placed Penny on his chest. Penny—continuing to sip from her cup, slapped Eddie’s chest like he was the one to blame for being shifted around, “tonight we have a special request. Goodnight Moon, for the 419th time…”

Despite his annoyance with the book in question, Eddie approached the storytelling with the same amount of gusto he brought to Hellfire, though his tone was a gentle one.

The raspiness of his voice and the rumbling of his chest had Penny’s eyes drooping, curly head nuzzling against him. Even you had to pry your eyelids open.

In the short amount of time it took him to finish reading the book, Penny had begun fighting sleep, dropping her sippy cup, which you were quick to catch.

Eddie seized the moment, gathering Penny in his arms and rising from the bed with you right behind him.

Her crib—she was still too small for a bed—was at the end of the room, and you pulled her blanket out while he placed Penny in it.

She began whimpering, lower lip jutting out in a frown as moisture began to gather at her lash line. She may have been tired but she still didn’t want to go to sleep.

“Mama…” She mumbled, her little voice wavering.

“It’s okay, Penny.” You cooed, leaning down into the crib to press a kiss to her forehead. “You’re gonna go to sleep and when you wake up in the morning, you can play with all of your toys.”

“Dada?” Her normally big eyes were squinty with exhaustion as they found Eddie’s.

“I’ll play with you, too, baby. We can build whatever you want.” He reached down to tenderly stroke a hand over her curls and Penny nuzzled her head into his hand as you tucked her blanket over her.

Then you made sure her nightlight and baby monitor (already playing a low lullaby for her) were on while Eddie lingered in the doorway, waiting for you.

“I love you, Penny.” He called out and he could see her shift in her crib.

“Luh you,” and then as you passed her crib, “mama, luh you.”

It made you want to pick her right up and carry her out to the living room with you but you stayed strong and joined Eddie.

“I love you, too, baby. Goodnight.”

“Nanight.” She whined out, but she was finally succumbing to her fate.

You slipped out of the room with Eddie closing the door behind him before the both of you collapsed onto the couch. You loved your little girl, but keeping up with her all day had you exhausted.

Eddie pulled you onto his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he mused, “I can’t believe its barely like seven, and I’m ready for night-night.”

“You and me, both.” You agreed around a yawn as you held the monitor up so the two of you could listen.

Penny’s lullaby definitely wasn’t helping the two of you stay awake, but you were listening for the rustling. While she was tired, you hadn’t expected Penny to fall asleep the minute Eddie had closed the door. She was still awake and winding down as she waited for the sandman.

“How does she always make me feel so guilty?” Eddie asked, still thinking about his baby’s big sad eyes.

“Because you’re a sucker,” you answered and Eddie scoffed, chest shaking with a chuckle, “She’s got you wrapped around her little fingers, just remember what she’s like when she stays up past her bedtime.”

You both shuddered at memories of your normally sweet baby acting like some unhinged little gremlin, purposely misbehaving and wreaking havoc—all because she’d managed to manipulate you with that cute little face into letting her stay up.

Gremlin Penny liked to throw anything she got her hands on, scream, claw, throw tantrums and do exactly what you told her not to.

It was normally Eddie who got strict with her then, and the guilt he felt at putting her to bed was nothing compared to the guilt he felt after having to punish her or put her in a time out as a result of his actions and keeping her up past her bedtime.

“I can live with this,” He decided after his brain was supplied with a montage of Gremlin Penny moments.

Later, when the two of you were getting ready for bed, he peered into the crib to see Penny fast asleep, her chunky hands up near her head and tangled in her curls. She looked sweet and entirely at peace, eyelids fluttering with her innocent dreams.

Yeah, he could live with it.

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worksby-d · 1 year

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So Close

Pairing: dad’s best friend!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader

Summary: Part two of We'll Get There. Showing Ari exactly what you’ve been up to for the two weeks he was gone.

Warnings: Age gap, inexperienced!reader, sex toys, masturbating, fingering, overstimulation, calling him “daddy,” 18+

Word count: ~1,500

a/n: I'm sorry for the 6-month wait ✋ Enjoy 🫡

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Hearing his front door open, you jump. You lost track of time waiting for him, but you quickly pull his comforter over yourself and listen intently to his footsteps coming toward the room.

There’s a silence when he walks in, one full of tension waiting to be cut by one of you acting on the anticipation.

Pushing his luggage against the wall, he stands back up, running a hand through his hair to get it out of his face.

“What have you been up to?”

If his gaze finally on you wasn’t making you nervous all of a sudden, you would almost laugh at how normal he’s acting, as if he hasn’t spent the last two weeks sending you the nastiest texts and having hushed, obscene phone calls with you.

“Nothing,” you shrug.

Subtly looking around, he’s beginning to think your acting shy is a facade.

“Really?” He suppresses his smirk. “Just waiting for me to get back?”

“Yup.”

As he steps closer, you catch his eyes drifting toward the familiar toy on the nightstand next to you – clearly recently used.

“So if I…” His voice trails off as he gently pulls the sheets off of you, revealing no clothes on the bottom half of your body.

“Hey–”

Reaching to tug them back, feigning offense, is no use when a giggle escapes your lips.

“Ah-ah,” he stops you, pushing your hands away. “You couldn’t wait for me, babygirl?”

“Wanted to be ready for you,” you try to defend yourself, putting on a pout for good measure.

“Well,” he lets out a breath. You let him sit on the side of the bed and bring a hand between your thighs to part them, exposing your slick-covered skin. “Looks like you’re very ready. What got you so wet, princess?”

“Was watching that video you sent me,” you mumble, too embarrassed to say any more.

He won’t let you leave it at that though.

“Which one?” He smirks. “The one where I… told you exactly how to touch yourself for me? Or the one where I was moaning your name as I–”

He could keep going if you let him.

Flustered though, you try to squeeze your legs back together, but he doesn’t let you.

“Don’t get shy on me now, baby…”

His teasing touch trails along your inner thigh, getting closer and closer to where you’re desperate for his attention.

“The one where you called yourself daddy!” You blurt it out quickly, closing your eyes.

He laughs. “Oh, you liked that?”

“Yes,” you gasp, pushing your hips toward his hand, needing to feel his fingers on your sensitive clit.

He gives in fleetingly, rubbing his middle finger in slow circles. You let out a moan of relief, effectively doing Ari in. For a moment, he finds it impossible to deprive you of what you've been so patient for since he last saw you.

“You gonna show daddy how well you can take your toy after all week?” He cooes, nearly mocking.

He didn't let you use it the first week he was gone, instructing you to get comfortable with your fingers and a few smaller vibrators first. He said you had to work up to it, that it would work if you listened to him.

“Yes!” You yelp when he pulls his finger away and slaps your pussy. “Please, daddy. I'll show you.”

Grabbing it off the table, he hands it to you and stands up just for a second to shed his jacket and jeans.

When he gets back on the bed, he has you move between his legs. Instead of your back against his chest, he turns you slightly so your legs are over his, giving him a view of what you're doing.

The small shift makes you feel a hell of a lot more vulnerable. But you find comfort in locking your eyes with his, catching a brief reassuring look before one of lust takes over again.

“Go on,” he nods, resting a hand on your thigh to keep your legs in place. “I've been waiting to see you like this again since I left…”

A desperate sigh falls from your lips as your head rests against his chest, warding off your embarrassment by closing your eyes and focusing on the heavy toy in your hand.

You let the tip of it glide through your dripping folds, shuddering when it touches your clit.

“The pictures weren't the same, baby,” he continues. “Sure, I got off, but nothing beats the real thing.”

The image of him jerking off to you flashes in your mind, the videos he sent leaving nothing to the imagination – Sweaty strands of hair sticking to his forehead as he tips his head back, a large hand stroking his cock while the other caresses his balls, all while groaning your name.

It prompts you to finally push on the base of the dildo, the fat tip stretching you open.

“Ari,” you whimper, elusively squirming against him, against the evident erection nudging your hip.

He lets out a breath, trying to contain himself. “That’s a good girl.”

He watches as you thrust it deeper, working yourself up to almost taking it all.

“Feel good?”

“Uh-huh,” you sigh, the initial twinge of pain quickly turning pleasurable.

“You're doing so well,” he praises. “Keep going.”

With how deep you feel it, you swear you're taking the whole thing. The pressure has you hurtling toward the edge already.

“So close, babygirl.”

His words have you peeking your eyes open, a quiet frustrated whine coming from you when you see that's not the case.

“Please, daddy,” you beg, grabbing his hand and putting it over yours, a silent plea for him to take over again.

Lucky for you, he’s feeling generous. He wordlessly replaces your hand with his, fucking you rougher than you had the nerve to do.

A loud moan rips from you as he thrusts the toy the rest of the way, finally filling up your needy pussy.

“Fuck,” you choke out, grasping at his forearm.

You think he's showing some mercy when he slows down, the drawn out drags of the fake cock allowing you to feel every bump and ridge of it against your tight walls.

But that doesn't last long until he's picking up the pace again, laying a hand on your lower belly to keep you in place.

“My good girl can take it, can't she?”

Your rapid breaths make it hard to answer with words, so you nod, but that's not good enough for him.

His free hand slips farther down, fingers landing on your swollen clit, making you gasp.

“Can’t she?” He repeats.

“Yes, daddy,” you cry out. “Please.”

It becomes the only word you know, repeating it until the pleasure becomes too much.

Your eyes roll back as your orgasm washes over you, legs trembling and involuntarily trying to close around his hand. He eases his fingers off your clit to slap your thigh, forcing your legs open, earning a high-pitched moan from you.

The toy practically slips out of your spasming cunt, and Ari lets it, prolonging your high by thrusting his fingers into you instead.

“There you go,” he growls, keeping you full with two fingers as his palm grinds against your clit. “Good girl cumming for me.”

“D– Da– Ari,” you shout, voice quivering as an unexpected second orgasm hits you. “It's– Too much.”

He knows it is by the way you stammer your words like that. He slowly stills his hand, easing away from your throbbing clit and pulling his fingers out of you carefully.

A few more whimpers of his name fall from your lips, your body torn between being over sensitive, but yet not wanting his touch to completely leave you.

“I've got ya,” he whispers, rubbing a warm hand against the side of your leg, up to your back as he pulls you closer against him.

A few residual shocks of pleasure, teetering on discomfort now, course through you as you curl up to him, nestling your face into his neck. Your heavy breaths are hot against his skin.

“I know that was a lot,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You okay?”

He can feel you nod against him as you hum. “Mhm.”

As your breathing finally steadies, you shift in his arms to get more comfortable.

Your side rubs against his still-hard cock again and he clears his throat to disguise the sharp breath he takes in, but you catch on anyway.

“Sorry,” you chuckle, scooting away just slightly. “Do I need to…”

“No, no,” he hushes you softly. “Not yet. We'll get there.”

He doesn't see your eyes widen upon hearing the words. Not again.

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kiztae · 11 months

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warmth [II] ― c.beomgyu x f.reader

wc: 3.7k

genre: frenemies to lovers, slight fluff, suggestive, smut.

summary: you and beomgyu used to be childhood bestfriends, but you drifted apart and became more dismissive of each other. you both snicker and tease each other, but there's always a feeling of something more being there. perhaps a beach trip can manage to make you guys closer, maybe closer than ever. (SEQUEL TO THIS)

cw: smut, fingering, protected sex, penetration, grinding, slight bit of angst, slight bit of insecurity from reader and beomgyu, fucking with people in another room? (they're unaware though)

a/n: finally posting this. i know some people were waiting for it, so i hope you enjoy!! (a bit rushed but it’s still cute.)

ever since yesterday, you and beomgyu didn't know how to act. the usual bickering and playful mood were turning into more of a slightly awkward but also tense atmosphere.

you both had fallen asleep after your... moment. however, beomgyu was gone after you had woken up, the past comfort of his warmth nowhere to be found on the other side of the bed.

because of this, you had assumed that maybe he wasn't feeling completely good about it. maybe some dwelling on it made him realize what happened more clearly. you had to admit, you were a bit confused by it too.

sure, you both had some sexual tension growing between the both of you for a while now. but it didn't help that much with this new event. you guys were still childhood friends, and recent... frenemies?

consequently, you opted to think that beomgyu was maybe feeling a bit shy or awkward. even though inside, you were dreading the fact that he was regretting it and avoiding you.

"y/n?"

"huh?"

"i asked you to help beomgyu with the dishes. wake up honey!" your mom chuckled as she noticed your dumbfounded expression.

thankfully, your mom snapped you out of your overwhelming thoughts, making you walk towards the kitchen sink.

whatever. it's whatever. if he regrets it, he regrets it. if it's something else, it's something else. stop bothering yourself with all this.

"took you long enough. at this point the night breeze is about to dry these plates faster than you." beomgyu commented as he saw you stand next to him and grab a plate to dry it.

"really? well i bet that if i gave a kid these plates, he would make them three times cleaner than this." you bite back, not meeting his gaze, part of you a bit annoyed at his lack of communication the whole day.

"you could never clean these like i do." he states, looking up and smirking, like he was royalty. it amused you a bit, beomgyu always did something that made you laugh. but this time, you didn't want to give him much of a reply.

"oh, i'd hope nobody ever cleans them like you do." you continue, starting to put the dry dishes away into the kitchen cabinets.

"hah! sure. you're just jealous of my skills."

"hm, didn't know you had any sort of skills. in like, anything?"

right after you finished your sentence, the sounds of beomgyu scrubbing the dishes stopped, the water still running. you were a bit disorientated, not knowing what he was doing.

until you felt him stand behind you, his body pressed up against yours. again.

"i'll have you know i'm skilled at a lot of things." he murmurs behind you. "and i bet... you'd like some of those things." he resumes, as he brushes his hand over your thigh, then your hip, and finally your waist, leaving it there.

your words were caught in your throat, not being able to mutter even a mediocre response to him, the feeling of him so close to you making you flustered.

"guys, are you done yet?" beomgyu's mom asked as she walked inside the kitchen. your eyes widened when you heard her footsteps coming close.

beomgyu's other hand moved up to the kitchen cabinet, reaching for it, as his other hand placed itself on the counter. you just stayed still and then looked at her with an apologetic smile.

"yup, just helping y/n close the cabinet! you know how short she is mom." he brushes off with a small laugh.

luckily, beomgyu's mother didn't really pay much mind to it and just told you both to wrap things up and go to your room, leaving soon after.

"move, beomgyu." you command, turning around and glaring at him with a frown. your cheeks were still shining a small tone of pink, making your expression not look nearly as intimidating as you wanted.

still, beomgyu backed off, frowning himself, feeling a bit attacked. he knew you both always fought and fooled around, but you looked genuinely mad. he didn't like that.

"hey- are you- are you mad?" he asked, looking for your eyes, while you just turned around, avoiding his.

"you figure that out, i'm going upstairs." you sigh, walking away from him before he could reply.

honestly, you didn't want to be so immature about it, but you just couldn't stand him being like that after leaving you earlier.

"so fucking cold-" you shivered, tiptoeing towards your spot on the bed. the pajamas you had packed for the beach trip weren't doing anything for you. you thought the night weather would be similar to the sunny hot breeze in the day, but you were so wrong. the night breeze was icy, your tank top and pajama pants making it hit you with all it's might.

once you got to the bed, you hurriedly covered your legs and waist with the blanket, sitting down and trying your best to warm yourself up. you grabbed your phone and started to reply to some messages, as well as scrolling through some apps.

the door creaked, making you look up from your phone, your stare meeting beomgyu's as he came in.

not a word was exchanged between you two, both not knowing very well what to say. he went inside the bathroom to change, and you opted to lay down already, and try to go to sleep.

when he came out, you were already turning your back to him, the lights turned off, the covers unsettled, and your figure blurred by the darkness.

beomgyu internally sighed and got on the bed, settling himself on his side. nonetheless, he was not going to sleep. he couldn't do that after you left like that earlier.

"y/n."

silence.

"y/n?"

silence.

"y/n. please."

he moved over closer to you, not too close, but closer.

"did i go overboard? was it- was it bad? i'm sorry- i thought we both wanted it. i just- i admit i was... really turned on by you... so i acted out on it- but i'm sorry, it was wrong. i really thought-" his words were coming out like a wave, all so rushed and piling over.

"it's not that!" you cut him off, turning around and sitting up, finally facing him.

his mouth shut close and he looked at you with his brows furrowing to the side, just like a lost puppy.

"you, you left earlier. i woke up alone. and then you- you just didn't talk to me?" you explain, looking around, searching for the right words. "i just didn't understand. we did... something. and to not see you or talk to you after that, was confusing. yeah, i was embarrassed and i knew we could be awkward maybe, but it was odd."

"oh. oh shit. y/n i'm sorry." beomgyu's frown turned over, making him look mad. and he was mad at himself. he forgot to even explain anything to you.

you didn't know. you didn't know that beomgyu had been woken up by his mother knocking on the door and telling him to come help with some things around the beach house. making him leave your side without being able to explain anything. even more so, his mother had him running around the house and the beach, making him do all sorts of chores, which made it impossible to talk to you, until now.

he explained everything to you, telling you every single chore his mom made he do, every single moment he wanted to talk to you but couldn't. it all made sense now, and you were so relieved.

"i'm sorry. i didn't realize. i just, i got in my head and i overthought everything." you say, your body moving closer to him unconsciously, searching for his warmth.

"we both fucked up y/n. we're stupid." he let out, stifling a small laugh.

"woah hey, don't put me on the same level as you-" you retort, feeling comfortable enough to dive back into your old dynamic.

"oh, shut up!" his eyes roll up and he smiles soon after, this new mood making it all feel better.

"weird. i thought you didn't want me to?" you mock him, clearly challenging him to see what would happen next.

for a second his mouth opens, ready for a response, but then it closes back. his mind goes haywire as he remembers the words he said to you, the acts he did on you, and the things you said. his cheeks are soon stained with a bright pink shade, his eyes wide and his mouth firmly shut.

"that-" he pauses, a wave of embarrassment brushing over him.

has he ever felt this embarrassed? the choi beomgyu, was being utterly shy and quiet.

"that's so different y/n." his voice marks a more serious tone, his gaze meeting yours. the blush on his cheeks is prominent, but even more so, the almost hidden shimmer in his eyes makes him look so gorgeous.

you both stare at each other, the atmosphere in the room thickening with each breath you took. you were both sitting down in the very same bed from last night, facing each other, your bodies longing for the other's.

"gyu—"

before you even try to form a sentence, his hands find shelter on the sides of your neck, pulling you in.

the short breaths exchanged between kisses echo around the room, making it too easy to get lost in the warmth of beomgyu's embrace. whatever coldness you felt before was long gone, your body felt like it was on fire, every clash of your mouths with each other making your temperature skyrocket.

"let me touch you- please-" beomgyu pleads, detaching his lips from yours but sticking his forehead against yours instead. his hands were stilled just behind your lower back, waiting for your response. to be honest, beomgyu was about to go insane if he waited any longer. it took all of his self control not to manhandle you and feel every single bit of your body.

"yes- do everything you want gyu." you breathe out, looking up at him expectantly.

"fuck- don't say that." he sighs, furrowing his brows and letting his head drop down into the crook of your neck.

"touch me." you inquire, the tone in your voice so soft that it makes him twitch in his pants. his hands roughly grasped your waist, placing you right on top of his hard on.

his breath immediately hitched when your clothed core came in contact with his crotch. his eyelashes fluttered and his mouth gaped with the electric feeling of it. your hands move down to gather his, sliding them from your waist down to your hips. he takes the hint and assists you by pressing you against his bulge, making you grind down on him.

"mmh" a moan slips past your lips, your eyes shutting closed and your palms flying up to his chest to stabilize yourself.

"so that's how you like it?" his voice deepens, the timbre of it lowering down and revealing some cockiness in it with each word.

you can only nod in response, choosing to drop your head down, your eyes opening and being met with the sight of beomgyu's hips moving up into you. it looked so lewd, the rhythmic thrust of his pelvis against your heat.

"y/n.. so good.. you feel so good.." he praises into your ear, his voice husky and vibrating against your skin. right after his comment, he nips at your earlobe, bitting it softly and earning a small gasp from you. the grinding against his erection made you fuzzy and warm inside, it all felt like a fever dream. you were burning inside and out, his hands starting to roam around your body until they found their place on your breasts.

"so pretty. so so pretty y/n." he whispers, his eyes not leaving your breasts, hypnotized by the heaving of your chest.

just as beomgyu started to lower his head down to your chest, starting to bite and nibble at the skin that he had now exposed, your hand began to lower his shorts, not a single thought in your mind other than needing him.

"w-wait.." his head quirks up, his face flushed, ears red, lips puffy and eyes glossy.

"d-did i go too far?" you hesitate, fearing you might have crossed a boundary.

"no! no.. it's just.." he mutters, looking away shyly.

"s-should we stop?" you offer, feeling incredibly ashamed of the ideas in your mind.

"—no! please-" he opposes, furrowing his brows, both of his pupils shaking as they broke through yours.

"so.. what now?" you look down to the tent in his pants and the small wet patch that formed on top of his sweatpants. his hands started to inch down slowly, calculating every swift across your thigh until it reached down between your legs. then, his hand cups your heat, his middle finger starting to trace up and down your slit, tempting you.

“let me do it for you. please." he purrs into your neck, nipping at the skin and licking the cherry tinted marks on it. you swallowed, once, twice, and then melted into his touch. your breath joint with his, frantic and hot.

he hooked his finger on the elastic of your panties and hooked them to the side. "sorry, i'm—" you were swollen, plump and wet. you didn't think you were capable of getting so wet, so fast, but apparently you were. "beautiful." he wasn't really talking to you, more like he was thinking out loud. "can i?"

at first you weren't sure what he was asking permission for, but when you looked down to see his middle finger prodding at your entrance, his thumb slowly rubbing against your clit in a spiral, you understood.

"yeah." your words came out hoarse, like they had struggled to even form. he was so turned on, being able to have you on his fingers made his cock twitch in his pants. when he finally pushed his digit into you, and then another one, he grunted out a guttural fuck, responding to the ease in which they went in.

his eyes would not leave your cunt, entranced with the way his fingers slipped in and out of you with ease. and oh god, how he loved the sounds you were making against him.

“you’re such a good girl. taking my fingers so well..” he praised, reaching deeper and hitting the soft spot that made you see stars. you never knew beomgyu would be so good with his fingers. that he would be talking dirty like this, to you.

“fuck- who thought you to speak like that??” you gasped, moving your head into the crook of his neck to try and hide your flustered state.

“what’s wrong baby? is it turning you on?” he teased, his tone playful and yet so lustful, his fingers doing wonders and bringing you closer to the edge.

“s-shut up.” you bite back, biting his neck and licking it, a sharp moan coming out of him. such a sweet sound, he just sounded so pretty.

“cum for me.” he pleads, feeling you getting close and hearing your moans get higher. “please cum on my fingers.”

“fuck, gyu!” you whimper, the bundle of knots in your stomach snapping.

“fucking soak me.” he whispers against your hair, grasping it as he tries his best to control his breathing, almost not being able to contain how much this was affecting him too. luckily, this helped and muffled your moans a bit, helping so that the others don’t hear everything.

after letting yourselves catch your breaths (more you than him), he separated from you and looked down at his hand, bringing his fingers up to his mouth. you looked up at him to see what kept him quiet, noticing how hard he was staring at your slick coating him.

you were about to say something, but then he brought them up to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them with a lazy grin. his cheekbones were bright red and his eyes were hazy, looking back at you when you just observed the obscene act.

“you didn’t need to do that.” you cleared your throat, looking away and closing your legs by reflex. but he wasn’t pleased with that, hands traveling to your thighs and taking the plush skin in them, separating your legs once again.

“i wanted to, and you taste so good y/n.” he winks, licking his lips after to get a last taste. as he does this, he reaches closer and places himself between your legs, climbing on top of you slowly. his body heat made yours increase, the closeness of you both making everything feel like it’s in slow motion.

when the mattress dips on the sides of your head, you feel beomgyu drop part of his weight on you, his crotch right on top of your naked one. he reaches down and finishes the job you started earlier by lowering his shorts enough for his dick to spring out. fuck, he was long and veiny, the tip of his shaft shining with precum.

“oh shit, i almost forgot!” he whisper shouts, turning back and chuckling softly. “i’m so fucking horny, i almost forgot to grab a condom.” he explains, reaching towards his bag and taking a small box of condoms out of the small pocket.

“you brought condoms?” you inquire, frowning and letting out a soft chuckle yourself.

“i um- i bought some earlier today..” he admits sheepishly, looking down as he takes one out and hides his embarrassment as much as possible. you smile in return and remember what’s about to happen, burning up too.

once he got it on, he returned between your legs, pressing his tip against your entrance, sliding it up and down while furrowing his brows and letting out tiny gasps.

“are you sure about doing this with me?” you ask out of insecurity, suddenly feeling a bit self conscious about whether or not he wanted this with you, or if it was just in the moment.

he instantly looked up at you in disbelief, his eyes shining under the moonlight. he rushed to go over to you, even closer, attacking your lips and starting to kiss you with as much need as he could let out. his tongue played with yours, your mouths colliding and fighting each other to get a little bit of air.

“you have no idea what i want” he growls against your mouth, his forehead sticking to yours as he aligns himself with you.

he searches for your eyes again, silently asking for consent, accepting it when you nod against him. not wasting any more time, he pushes himself in you, his shaft filling you up so deliciously when he bottoms out. you both sigh in contentment when he does so, you grabbing his back and him holding onto your waist. your bodies have never been closer, the heat from your bodies forming into one, into your warmth.

“does it feel okay?” he questions, rocking his hips gradually harder, his thrust showing themselves as more needy by the second.

‘okay’ was far from how good it felt to have him inside you. the nails of your fingers dug slightly into his shoulders as you hastily replied “don’t stop.”

“fuck, okay.” he grunts, now starting to thrust up into you, snapping his hips as he takes the back of your head into his right palm to steady you, holding you like a fragile flower. your fingernails then dig into his back, feeling his muscles move underneath your hands.

“why did i fight you again?” you manage to ask, struggling to even keep your eyes open.

“why? shit- cause' you're annoyed im too handsome?” he retorts jokingly but also out of spite, resenting you for ever keeping this from him.

“agh- now i remember” you add, whining the last bit when you feel him hitting you so deep with each thrust, another orgasm threatening to spill.

“i won’t last long with how good this feels..." he bites his lip, now moving his hands into your that we’re holding onto the sheets behind your head. he connects and tangles his fingers with yours, holding your hands against the mattress as he pounds into you.

“me too- please." you beg, grasping his hands in return, both of you holding onto each other desperately. you weren't gonna last long either, your high nearing with each moment of his. god, did beomgyu fuck often?! how was he so good?

between small whines and hushed breaths against your collar, beomgyu rushed his movements more, his thrust turning sloppy and even god- even more desperate. it was like he was aching for you, the need uncontrollable. and it was mutual, your legs closing up against his hips, caging him and pushing in further.

your sounds were both getting higher and higher, both of you incapable of keeping them in, this causing him to go forward and reattach your mouths. his tongue messily worked with yours as he muffled the sounds and kept on hitting your sweet spot.

just when you thought it couldn't get any better, your orgasm washed over you, making you moan into his mouth and him breathing it in. soon after, beomgyu landed his lasts thrusts and fucked your roughly through your high, his hitting him as well. he never stopped kissing you, trying his best to keep quiet and not get caught by the rest of the beach house.

then, beomgyu hesitantly untangles himself from you, pulling out slowly. your whole body feels fuzzy as he plops down on the bed next to you, trying to catch his breath. he throws the condom away in a trash can and then turns back to you.

"so- um.. did you- did you like it?" he questions, too shy to look straight at you and opting to play with his fingers instead. where was this shy attitude coming from? especially after he talked so boldly earlier.

"i did gyu. did you.. did you fuck often? i mean, that was really good i didn't know you'd-" before you can finish, he reaches over to you and places a peck on your cheek, showing a cheeky grin in his face, the pink hue on them almost unnoticed by you. "what was that for?" you giggle.

"just glad you liked it." he nonchalantly states, looking at you with a new glimmer in his eyes while he rests his head on his arm.

this was only the start of it, wasn't it?

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justpoliteconversations · 1 month

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Favor [Twilight x Reader]

You want Twilight to go exploring with you. Twilight regrets everything (and nothing at all).

Wrote this one for someone I was chatting with recently. You know who you are!

Masterlist

TW:

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.

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"Please." You begged in the sweetest voice you could muster, hands clasped together and eyes widened in your best attempt at puppy eyes. By the blush that crept up Twilight's cheeks and down the length of his neck, you were succeeding. You just needed to push a little more (just enough to break his resistance).

You placed your hands gently on his arm (oh, and what an arm it was. farmhand indeed) and gently squeezed, pushing yourself closer with a pout. Blinking up at him with obvious intent (not that it mattered. you could see his will breaking a little more with each flutter of your lashes).

"Please, Twi. Pretty please." You whined, reaching up to cup his cheek and turn his head back when he tried to turn his face away (trying to resist the temptation that was your pouty lips and sparkling eyes) "Baby. Please~ I need it. I need you~"

He choked softly, eyes widening briefly and face flushing beet red before he squeezed his eyes shut tightly and pinned his ears back. Going so far as to press his hands to his ears and shake his head in denial. Blushing scarlet from the roots of his sandy blonde hair to the sun-kissed skin peeking out from his fur collar.

"I can't. Time said we're not supposed to." He reasoned (whimpered), peeking one timid blue eye open. Only to yelp and cover his face with both hands when he found your own right up in his space, eyes boring into his own with mischievous confidence.

"Darling~" You breathed right up against the backs of his hands, grinning when his breath hitched and his whole body shivered. His ears perked forward to track you even as he pretended he wasn't listening. "My hero. My Link~" You cooed, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss across his calloused knuckles.

You saw the way his whole body clenched at the small action. How his breathing tightened and turned laborious around the quiet whine that was building in his throat.

Just a little more, and you had him. He was practically falling apart at the seams in real time right in front of you. Just another little push, and it would be your victory.

You kissed his hand again (lingering for the briefest moments. chuckling throatily when the man whimpered helplessly), before moving slightly to place another at his temple. Inhaling at his hairline, reveling in the shuddering breath that stuttered from his lips.

Twilight breathed, soft and pleading and quivering with emotion (submission in motion. the inevitable fall). "Please. I can't-" His breath hitched when you pressed your warm, moist lips against his senitive ear.

"Please." You whispered, cradling his tensing jaw in your hands, caressing the warm skin of his cheeks with your thumbs. "Just do this one little favor for me."

A shuddering sigh. The clenching of his sharp jawline under your hands. The tension building, building, building in his shoulders, his back, his neck. And then-

All the tension just rushed out of his body at once. Near boneless, he leaned forward, hands still covering his reddened face, and pressed up against the crook of your shoulder. Whining. "You're unfair. You know that, right darlin'?"

You laughed softly, nuzzling your face into the fluff of his oily (smells like wet dog. and hay. and sweat. and honestly it's kind gross but you like it anyway) hair as you wrapped your arms as best you could around his broad shoulders. Eyes alight with victory. "Yup!"

He sighed. Before a chuckle left his lips and he finally removed his face from his hands. His beautiful eyes painfully fond as he said, exasperated. "You're going to be the death of me, someday."

You just grinned. "Nah! You're too stubborn for that! Now let's go before the others get suspicious!"

He shook his head, before taking your hands in his and putting them to his flush-warmed cheeks. Inhaling slowly. "Alright. Let's get this over with."

The grin that split your face was nothing short of shit-eating and Twilight regretted everything.

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Back at camp (seated next to the fire just starting to rise to full strength), Wars smirked playfully as he leaned over Time's shoulder. "You're just going to let them wander off?"

Time looked over his shoulder to catch War's gaze, before a small grin (an impish grin. a frey grin) slipped across his lips. "Well. If they want to do a few extra patrols around the area, who am I to stop them."

Wars blinked. Once. Twice. And then he grinned wide enough to nearly split his face. "You're a menace."

Time blinked slowly, lips still curled up at the edges. "Now that's just unfair. I told them not to go, didn't I?"

Wars snorted in amusement. "I guess you're right." Then he put his cheek in his palm and hummed. "Wonder when they'll figure out there's nothing there."

Time smiled. Soft and genuine. Fondly. "Oh. Twilight knows. He just likes it when they ask for favors."

Silence. And then Wars was bent over howling with laughter (red faced and gasping with it). "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree!"

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Back to the shadows to rest.

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #linked universe twilight #twilight x reader

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ewanmitchelll · 3 months

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Imagine Taylor Swift’s songs (XVIII): Lavender Haze.

Imagine you and Osferth hit the road.

Warnings: smut, fluff.

Warnings 2: based on this aesthetic here <<https://www.tumblr.com/ewanmitchelll/737975550586634240/moodboard-on-the-road-with-osferth>>

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• Meet me at midnight

He stops by your house by midnight. In silent steps, with no warning, he rings the bell. You are about to slide in your bed, for you’ve had a long day but anxieties prevented you sleeping earlier and get a proper rest.

“Who…?”

Your inquiring dies in your throat when realizing, through the eye door, who stands the other side of it.

You sigh and unlock it, before saying:

“Really, Osferth? Honey, it’s Thursday and it’s midnight.”

Your boyfriend is dressing comfortable clothes, the same as usual. Despite the hour of the wolf, he looks restless as you let him in.

“What’s going on? Couldn’t you have called me?”

Osferth walks in, hands in his pocket. Then a glint of mischief is perceived in his eyes. What’s he planning now?

“I could not sleep. I wanted to see you.”

He smiles when detecting a blush painting your cheeks. Now that the lights are on and he’s at your place, Osferth takes a better look at you.

You dress cozy, warm pajamas—and it happens to be that pair he gifted you on Christmas, velvet teddy bear pink pajamas, very appropriated and cute for winter—and your hair is completely a mess. Not to mention the sleep-eye you have over your forehead.

“You look gorgeous, my darling”, he shortens the distance, peppering your face with kisses.

“Why thank you, honey. But now I am worried”, you put your hands around his neck. “What happened? You didn’t come all this way to tell me I’m beautiful.”

Osferth smiles at you and nothing warms his heart more than seeing how he affects you, when spotting the same spark of joy in your eyes, the smile that unconsciously rips open your lips… It’s been two years and what you two have remains special, untouched by time.

“As much as this would make me the last romantic of the world”, says he in a whisper, pleased to make you giggle, “I came here to steal you away. Let’s hit the road and do something different.”

Your eyes go wide and you part the embrace to step back.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Yup. Let’s do it, hit the road with me, Y/N.”

You have many arguments at why you cannot simply get away with him, but none reaches your tongue. Instead you tilt your head and say:

“Fine. Let me pack my stuff, will you?”

***

• Starin' at the ceilin' with you. Oh, you don't ever say too much and you don't really read into my melancholia… I've been under scrutiny (yeah, oh, yeah). You handle it beautifully (yeah, oh, yeah). All this shit is new to me (yeah, oh, yeah)

Silence hangs comfortably as he drives with you by his side, no destination intended. Whilst you sleep on the driver’s backseat, Osferth opens briefly the window on his left and lets his hand holding a cigarette out so the smoke doesn’t trouble you.

At times this son of Alfred, high skilled diplomat under King Charles III of England, is impulsive and somewhat reckless, but never entirely unpredictable.

However, now that he has finally some time to himself, he wants to spend it with you. Osferth has recently started working as a college professor after finishing his PhD. A path that his father, however, did not initially look with good eyes. Alfred preferred to have inserted his children at politics or at royalty, by somehow making them approach the royal ladies and lords. Only Edward, his youngest son, followed his path.

Æthelflæd has recently married Uhtred Ragnarsson and is residing at Bebbanburg, located in the north of country. As far as Osferth knows, she’s just recently found out she’s having their first baby.

Stepping away from these domestic affairs reminds him of what liberty is like. You and him share a common taste for pursuing it whenever social pressure is too much for you.

As he casts a look at you, Osferth is reminded the first time he met Finan’s sister and how he fell for you.

It was actually at Uhtred’s fancy feast, but you looked just as an outsider as he was, specially when both of you were introverts who happened to be selectively extroverts and that night was particularly not one for the latter.

You two shared a couple of beers and turned out talking a lot, on the floor and staring at the ceiling of a random room. Curiously, this didn’t end up in a session of make out—because by then you had a boyfriend, whom soon was dumped out.

As he casts a quick gaze at you, hearing you snore lightly, Osferth’s memory of you two connecting with time comes in the back of his mind, the shock in his best friend’a face when he caught you two kissing at Uhtred’s gardens—in another occasion, of course…

He inhales the smoke of the cigarette, exhaling next when remembering the first time you two started you relationship. You were the one to tell how you came to love him. You admitted it half drunk at his birthday party, and that night he held you close against his chest… only in the morning to make love to you.

“Fuck”, he smokes out, cursing under his breath as he is reminded of how you like to straddle his lap. Promptly he dismisses his memories otherwise things would get… uncomfortable.

Road is easy, wind blowing against his hand before he throws away the used cigarette making the scenario perfect to calm his inner storms. Too much pressure on his work, some quarrels with Edward in regard politics…

“I frankly don’t give a fuck to anything. I wasn’t born to live a fancy life…”

He sighs. Hours have been spent on the road and by the time sun begins to set it’s first rays in the promising warm sky, Osferth needs a rest. Finding a random hostel, he stops by and gently wakes you up.

“Mm”, you grumble.

Osferth finds sensible not to say you’ve been drooling.

“We must rest, love. Come”, says he in his usual tone, calm and peaceful.

You follow him, trusting him completely as he leads you inside. Your face is buried in his neck, as he helps you stand.

“Sweet Y/Nickname, you can’t simply sleep and walk at the same time.”

“I can”, you counter argue him. “It’s called sleepwalking my darling.”

Osferth chuckles.

“And here we go…”

Funny, though, as the moment you eventually drop in the bed of the room he arranges for you both, your eyes are instantly open.

“Where are we?”, you ask, too comfortable to stand, watching as he drops to your side.

“Winchester, I dare say. Do you want to visit some of the historical places tomorrow?”, he inquires, already about to fall asleep.

You nuzzle against his neck, cuddling against him as his open arms welcome you in between.

“Of course I do”, you beam. “Thank you, Osferth, for making my days better…”

You chuckle when he doesn’t respond you straight away. At the loud sound of his snores, Osferth has succumbed to sleep.

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• I feel the lavender haze creepin' up on me. Surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say. No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me… I just wanna stay in that lavender haze.

As you two walk hand in hand between ancient pillars that stood through times amidst modern buildings in clear contrast between past and present, you come to realize how much you like to do your things with him.

When looking at Osferth, no words are enough to describe what he makes you feel. But damn, in secrecy you long to be his wife, to be his every day partner and even perhaps to mother his children.

Naturally your pride doesn’t let you express this views out loud… not when you once mocked Stiorra, your long time friend, for what you judged to be “1950’s shit” where marriage and children are concerned.

But there’s nothing wrong in changing one’s mind. You are proof of it, even if you are scared to admit it to yourself.

“I feel the weight of your stare”, Osferth mumbles as he lights another cigarette.

“I was merely admiring my boyfriend”, you flash him a smirk. “…and also wondering if we could stay one more night here?”

You love to make Osferth blush and look shyly down at his hands.

“Well, I was hoping we could set ourselves back to the road, but what is it you have in mind?”

“Some wine and random lecture”, you suggest.

“Wine is good. But what would you like to debate today?”

The fact he is diplomatic and listener makes you swoon. And Osferth can read it in you, because you disguise poorly how deep your affections for him are. Which is why he smiles to himself, locking hands with you as you two stroll around this old town.

“Socrates, perhaps? It’s a good day to philosophy.”

“I am open to philosophy”, he muses, “or we could debate early medieval England’s kingship.”

You laugh at his excitement about the passion he shares with you: history, wars, weapons, kings… all that has now been reallocated to what is now the past.

“We may see how this will do. You more than often stand for the House of Wessex and God knows why”, you tease him with a playful eye roll.

Osferth responds by holding you from behind, his chin rested on your shoulder, his hands lightly tickling your waists. The sound of your laughters echoes in the air, only stopped as you are turned onto him.

“Silly head”, you tease him.

Right there, at the sidewalk, there is no one but you and him. World seems to spin slowly, nothing else matters.

His hands around your neck, moving higher to cup your face… This is what liberty feels like. When he sees you as who you really are and stays because of it, not in spite of your vices and virtues.

He stays.

His eyes tell you this. He is not leaving. And you, drowning in these blue irises, leave every insecurity aside the moment your lips so willingly clash against his.

It’s a passionate kiss. Always is. Like a thermometer of the love one feels for the other, never disappoints in measuring high temperatures. It’s addictive, it’s perfectly synced.

But you must be always on guard if you are not inclined to be slaved by the passion his kiss and caressing prompt you to.

As you part, however, it begins to rain.

“Looks like we are anticipating our wine evening.”

You chuckle quietly, eyeing him fondly as your thumb strokes over his when locking fingers with him.

“It looks so.”

***

• Talk your talk and go viral. I just need this love spiral. Get it off your chest. Get it off my desk (get it off my desk)

You both are soaked by the time you get to the hostel. As you quickly head towards the shower, Osferth, tossing away his shirt, makes his priority open a bottle of wine he’d purchased for you two. Since he’s not driving tonight, he’s allowing some fun to happen.

And this is what is in your mind too. Moved by a feverish instinct of what this wine might result, you opt to wear a nice black pajamas that, however, are very loose—perhaps more appropriate for summer but because there’s heater in your room, you know there will have no cold to make the choice of your clothing improperly.

Or maybe you do want to look improper. The idea makes you chuckle to yourself.

When door is open, like you presumed, heater is already warming the room. But what does warm your body is seeing your boyfriend partly nude on his waist, lighting the fireplace as he waits for you.

Your eyes scan his well build muscles, small scars collected through his restless childhood and impulsione teenager days that mark his skin, with stories you are already familiar with. His long neck, his hair cut, his well lined jawline, his…

“Why do I sense a pair of eyes over me?”

Osferth turns his head and when he sees you, the jest in his blue eyes are quickly replaced by a glint of mischief that already makes you weak on your knees.

“Goodness me”, he whistles, standing as he comes to meet you. “What do we have here?”

“Osferth…”, you blush, but you enjoy the way his gaze lingers at the silk cotton blouse that barely covers your chest and the shorts that quite leaves exposed your legs.

“Damn it”, your usually composed boyfriend groans quietly. “Making it difficult for me, eh?”

You blink your eyelashes innocently, pushing him aside gently.

“Get yourself a shower first, Osferth.”

He laughs, bitting down his bottom lip as he watches you heading to the kitchen. Osferth sighs in feigned pain. This is a promising night… certainly more than he’d planned.

***

It is not unusual, to your disconcert, that you are easily aroused every time Osferth opens his mouth to make his long discourses of the difference between the use of long swords and daggers in battle.

To worse is that he’s only dressing his boxes. Your legs are almost unconsciously rubbing to repress the aching that burns your womanhood. And you take a long sip of wins, struggling to keep it discreet.

However, Osferth knows your weak spots. And he can tell how your body reacts to his speech. It’s when it becomes unbearable to ignore it further that, placing himself right beside you, says he:

“I’ve always wondered whether my voice impacts you somehow.”

“Why would you do that?”, you ask, pretending to be busy sipping your wine.

Leaving aside his already emptied glass, Osferth leans to kiss your neck very gently, softly just as you like it. The moment his lips brush against your exposed neck is when you slightly arch your back… and he has a peek of your pink nipples.

“Is that a yes, dear Y/Nickname?”, the more his tongue moves to your neck, the more shivers run over you.

And he takes his time, resting his hands around your waist. You tilt your head to the side, trying to hold back the growing lust in you. But Osferth is not letting it happen.

His expertise tongue is going to your shoulder, as his hand starts to play with the shoulder trap of your black blouse, not satisfied until your head falls back and you are barely breathing in anticipation.

“I missed this”, he whispers in your ear as his hands cup your exposed breasts, there spending a long while as you give in easily.

“Oh Osferth!”, you sing out his name as your boyfriend drinks of the view, already experimenting an unbearably ache in his pants.

“Yes?”, he bites your earlobe, never tiring of seeing your nipples going hard under his touch, already wishing to feel each under his drooling tongue.

“It feels so good”, Osferth smiles at it, pleased to provide you these sensations.

It only gets better the moment he helps removing your shorts and his hands find way to where you like them to be: in between your legs.

Yet, you know him good. Underneath his good boy demeanor, there lies a bad one that he saves only for his girl. And it comes out when he’s over you, thrusting you the way you like, slow, deep and intense.

“Oh Gaaawd!”, you cry out as he locks your hands above your neck, whimpering right under his sensual moves.

Osferth smirks down on you, eyeing you with a mix of devotion and lust. Nothing looks, nor feels, better than watching you come undone… despairly so. And when you lift your legs, he slaps your bum respectfully.

“That’s my woman”, he speaks in between greeted teeth.

His pace now increases and it needs no more than a few minutes before your screams are muffled by his lips as you reach your climax. As it doesn’t before he follows you, this time forgetting to come out of your legs, not deep inside of you.

But you know what? You love it. You smile to yourself as you feel that warm liquid going right into your uterus.

Fuck the consequences. Perhaps this is what you’ve always wanted.

***

• That lavender haze, I just wanna stay in that lavender haze…

Osferth knows a perfect place to take you. Aware of your fondness for lavender fields, it’s where he drives you.

Once more, you are asleep as you two hit the road. Like usually, Osferth drives fast, (almost) never surpassing the speed limit. It amuses him, though, how easily you sleep in a car. The sight brings him peace and contentment, because there are moments you talk in your sleep and it’s often sweet words.

“I love you, Osferth. Very much so.”

It’s like the day before when you get yourselves drunk. You are more open, sentimentally speaking, when alcohol holds the reins of your tongue than otherwise sober.

“I love you too, Y/Nickname”, he mumbles, taking your hand with his right one and gently holding it.

A sigh in contentment fills the car. Today there is no radio as Osferth opts to hear the sounds of nature, as it’s raining. A sound that gladdens his introspective soul.

After a few hours, he manages to get to the destination he’s planned. Gently, he wakes you up.

“Honey”, Osferth whispers in your ear, nuzzling against your cheek. “Please wake up. I want to show you something.”

“Mm”, you purr, smiling quietly as he places tons of kisses at your forehead, cheek and nose. “Do I, really?”

“Ay”, and as you detect excitement in his voice you open your eyes. “I think you’ll like it.”

You lean to peck his lips.

“How perfect you are”, you say, smitten.

Osferth blushes, a beautiful sight to behold.

“Never perfect, my darling. I fear you have bewitched eyes.”

You giggle. He makes you sigh like a little girl after all those years, having knocked down your Irish pride with just his way of being.

“Indeed. I believe you have bewitched my body and soul.”

“I think I may have heard something like that somewhere”, he smiles at you.

But Osferth doesn’t want to waste any more of your time as he’s anxious to see how you’ll react. And when you eventually comply to his wishes and see where you have been taken to, you are speechless.

And with teary eyes.

“…my love?”, he asks, reluctant.

Right under your gaze lies a field of lavenders, a mix of green and purple with grey clouds painting the horizon. Removing your shoes off your feet, you want to feel the grass against your skin, experimenting a type of liberty rarely felt.

You’ve always wanted to connect with nature like this, and you’ve never thought…

“Oh, Osferth!”, you turn at him and throw your hands around his neck.

“A-Are you ok? I am worried whether…”

“Shush, you fool. Can’t you see how I loved this? You are the best!”

His face goes bright pink. And he hasn’t even started it yet.

“Come here, I want you to see something…”

Without hesitation, Osferth leads the way and suddenly you two are walking inside this lavender field as if you are entering another world. You cast him a puzzling look, but await until you are at the center of it, close to a lake.

There is no time to admire this idilic scenario because suddenly Osferth goes to one knee and pulls from his pocket a velvet blue small box.

“My sweet temperance, lover and best of friends, good woman of gentle heart and sharp wit”, he begins and you cannot help a sob, specially when seeing him going emotional too. “This has been a hell of a ride, hasn’t it? Literally so. But it had the sole purpose of not only bringing you close to the wilderness as it was an old dream of yours because it reminds you of the Irish countrysides and we haven’t had the opportunity to go there yet.”

“Osferth!”, is all you can say in the midst of soft sobs his sweet words put you through.

“I am no poet so allow me to be straight at once”, he clears his throat, but to no avail, for he too weeps. “You are the love of my life, Y/N. I want to take you as my wife and love you, carnally and spiritually, for the rest of my days. Will…”

“Yes!”, you throw yourself over him, knocking him down at the grass. “A thousand times yes!”

And here he is chuckling, but not kissing you until he gets to slide the ring in your finger first. Only then, amidst this lavender field, Osferth takes his soon to be wife’s face and, holding it dearly with his hands, there he kisses it, passionately too.

A perfect ending for a new beginning…

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ash-is-dying · 9 months

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Mr. Perfectly Fine: Chap 2

A/N: It’s like 12am right now and i’ve been doing this since 9pm... really wanted to get another chapter done and dusted and I actually really like this one so hope you enjoy!

P.S. Also let me know if you want me to make a taglist at all...

Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.0k

Chapter 2: Mr. Here To Stay

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That one interaction hung over your head for the rest of the week. What once was a peaceful and calming place to relax was now haunted by the presence of one aggravating barista. Unfortunately for you the closest coffee place aside from Grateful Bread was blocks away and not worth the walk, so you were stuck with Eddie, the pretty barista from hell.

Avoiding him proved to be easier said than done. He worked most mornings as you’d come to find, on days it was just him you’d wait until the morning rush brought an extra pair of hands to the register and when he placed your order on the bench which made him roll his eyes every time you made sure to wait until he’d moved onto the next order before collecting it. Mornings had become a game of cat and mouse except when you were around Eddie it felt more like starving lion and mouse.

Your one reprieve was on the blessed Sunday morning when you walked in to see Wayne working the counter and Eddie nowhere in sight. Risking it even if he could just be in the back or on break, you swiftly approach the owner who spots you and breaks into a tired smile. “The usual?”

You smiled softly. “You know me too well Wayne.”

He nods and makes his way over to the coffee machine preparing the myriad of ingredients for your usual drink. You stand there watching quietly until your curiosity gets the better of you. “So who’s the new hire? I’ve seen him around recently but haven’t gotten the chance to talk with him yet.” You said lying through your teeth in the hopes of finding out anything about the pretty asshole making your life miserable from afar.

“Eddie? Yeah he just moved to town, needed some quick cash while he settles into school so I thought I’d let him serve while he gets on his feet. Barista is most certainly not his dream job.” He said shaking his head and laughing.

You smile in return, Wayne’s laughter becoming contagious. “You know him too well?” Wayne closed his eyes and shook his head,

“Only lived in my trailer for the first twenty years of his life, the bum. Still hasn’t paid me back a cent for his college degree.”

The realization dawns on your face and your eyes widen, “So you two are…”

Wayne looks up and shrugs, “Yup, that couch potato is my good for nothing nephew” he says kind heartedly, “he’s really more like a son to me than anything, he’s been living cross country for a bit and decided to finally settle down closer to home.” He sighs. “More than anything I’m just glad he’s back in my life for a bit, won’t be long before he gets some savings and goes off on another road trip and I’ll tell you one thing that boy does not look back.” He finishes his speech and puts the lid on your coffee cup to go gently sliding it across the counter. “Sorry darl, feel like I’ve been hogging the conversation. Much going on with you?”

Still reeling from Wayne’s admissions about Eddie the questions fly through your head a mile a minute. ‘How on earth is Eddie your nephew? Why is he such an asshole? Why is he in town? How long’s he around for?’ And yet all that comes out of your mouth is; “No. Not really, just stopping by before my music lecture.”

Wayne nods and reaches for the small bakery display window pulling out some tongs and placing a custard danish into a brown paper bag and placing it in front of you. “On the house. You gotta be taking care of yourself girl.”

“Oh no- no- really its fine Wayne, ill grab something on the way home.” You smile before he crosses his arms.

“I ain’t arguing, enjoy your breakfast kiddo.” Before you can reject him again he slips away back to the front counter. You blush and tentatively grab the pastry before leaving to head to class, mentally beating yourself up for letting Wayne do that for you.

The guilt begins to wash away as you eat the flaky treat on your walk to campus, the custard is sweet and the pastry is sticky as you hold the bag while you eat, trying to save your fingers from the inevitable. By the time you finally reach the building your sweater is covered in crumbs and the leftover hot chocolate is now lukewarm. You stretch and sit down on a nearby bench, pulling out your music notebook trying to get something down before class, your mind continuing to wander to the tattooed boy who is becoming more intriguing by the day.

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As you walk in you notice the classroom looks different than usual. The lecture hall has been rearranged. Desks are now set aside in pairs and there is labels on every other desk, some form of assigned seating unfamiliar to the students, you included. You look around and find your chair in the back corner, your desk mate being nowhere in sight. As everyone found their name tag and sat in place the professor started to speak.

“I’m sure you’re all curious why you’ve been seated this way today. I’ve decided that it is time for you all to work on your collaboration skills, a musician must learn to work with a conductor, songwriter and above all else other musicians in order to progress their skills to a more professional level.”

Your eyebrows furrow as the desk beside you remains empty and your attention wanders to your partners tag.

Edward Munson.

Whoever he is he must be new, the class only consists of about fourteen people so keeping track of names is not something you struggle with. Someone you’ve never met and have no experience with in the slightest is who you’re going to be depending on for your music degree. Someone who isn’t even here for the first class of the new course. Lucky you.

You turn back to the professor.

“I have paired you with those who I believe have different music tastes and styles to you going off of your application demos you submitted when you joined this extension class. This will be work the majority of your grade this semester so I suggest you make it count. Spend this first class getting to know your partner and begin to understand who they are, after today I expect you to no longer be strangers.”

You resign yourself to spend the class scrawling in your notebook possible style collaboration ideas, a gut feeling telling you that you’d be completing most of this task. Your headphones go in as the sound of ABBA takes you away from the slight disappointment of not having a partner. Due to this your ears only catch half of what is happening outside your little bubble. There is the sound of the door opening behind you and some mumbled speech hard to make out before a certain phrase catches in your ears.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Clear as day a familiar voice penetrates your brain and causes you to look up beside you. There stands a boy in what seems to be pajama pants, deep grey ones with lightsabers wrapping around the legs. He also wears a stained and well worn iron maiden shirt as his teased curls sit on his shoulders, his whole body slumped over, his eyebrow raised in annoyance as the current bane of your existence glares into your eyes.

Edward Munson.

Eddie Munson.

Shit.

The pair of you stay silent processing what this all means. This is so much worse than working with a stranger.

“Glad to see you’ve shown up. I think we can skip the pleasantries and just get to work.”

“Agreed.”

He sits, more flops into his chair looking over your shoulder at what you had been working on. He closes his eyes and rests his head on his arms. The smell of cheap cologne and sweat fills your nose as you frown and continue to write on your own. Maybe it would have been better if he hadn’t shown up. At least then you’d still have your sense of smell.

This is how the class continues until the professor comes around to read your notes. “These are all good ideas I like them a lot.” A smile graces your face. “But… I don’t know if I’m seeing much of Mr. Munson in here.” Your smile falters slightly. “Have you two been getting to know each other like I asked?”

This perks Eddie up as he lifts his head and opens his eyes slightly. “Oh trust me sir we’re well acquainted.”

The teacher leans back on the desk in front of them. “Then tell me what her favourite song is, favourite colour, where she works, anything at all that you’ve been talking about.” Eddie sits in silence formulating his reply.

“She has almond milk in her coffee.” He replies smugly causing you to scoff.

“He’s a barista at my local cafe sir it hardly counts. He doesn't even remember my name.” You slide your hand over your name card as he grimaces at you.

“As if you remember anything about me.” He responds snarkily.

You sigh and turn to face him. “Your name is Edward Munson but you obviously prefer to be called Eddie, you work at the café Grateful Bread most days a week except for when you come to your music lectures. You obviously don’t particularly care about being on time for said classes and I’d say you feel the same way about work and you get away with it because your boss is your uncle Wayne. You can’t stand it here and you can’t stand me and I’m almost entirely certain as soon as you can afford it you’re leaving this place for good.” You cross your arms as Eddie’s mouth moves and no words come out.

The professor is the first to speak “Sounds like you’ve got some homework to do Mr. Munson. I suggest you both spend more time getting to know each other properly and less time psychoanalyzing each other. I’m expecting big things from you two, you are by far the most advanced students in this course after all and I hope you can be mature and sort this out like adults.” He stands and moves to the next group leaving you both in the same uncomfortable silence as before.

“So… what’s your favourite colour then.” Eddie asks in a monotonous voice.

“Black.” You respond sharply.

He looks at you like you just spat in his face. “Black’s not a colour. It’s a shade.”

Your fist clenches as you hold back the snarky comment stuck in your throat. “It has to be a colour as light is absorbed by it and we can physically see it with our eyes.”

“Uh no. Black is a combination of colours meaning it can’t be a colour itself it just exists as a shade.”

“Your logic makes no sense. If black is just a combination of other colours then how is it not a colour it’s just a darker tone than other colours.”

The palm of his hands dig into his eyes. “Even your favourite colour is dumb I swear-”

“And what makes your favourite colour so great?”

“My favourite colour is dark red like a normal person and it is the best colour.”

“That’s not even a proper argument- Why did you even start this fight? You sound like such a child.”

“At least I’m not an uptight prude.”

“Up yours Munson.”

The class is dismissed soon after and Eddie stays seated whilst you pack up your things. “I’ll write you a copy of my notes so you know what our project is.” You move to leave before turning back sticking your nametag lopsided to his desk. “That’s my name by the way asshole in case you ever wanted to actually know who you’re bothering with your childish bullshit.”

“I’ll try to keep that in mind sweetheart.”

You scowled as you walked out of the lecture hall, your head hurting and your face on fire as it dawned upon you that Eddie Munson was becoming Mr. Here To Stay.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #slow burn #enemies to lovers #barista!eddie #eddie x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you

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chosovixen · 2 years

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What Happens in the Dark

Summary: your family decided it would be nice to visit your aunt and cousin in india for summer break. after struggling with trying to be a good stepsister and the weight of reality, you meet a certain someone that makes it a bit bearable.

Warnings!!: dark theme, 18+, mature theme, non/dubcon, reader is 19, creepy/aggressive stepbrother, abuse, smoking, angst/comfort ending?

Word count: 4.3k

pt.2, pt.3, pt.4

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"Come on, we can't be late," your mom shouted downstairs.

The flight wasn't until 1 AM—but knowing how overly prepared your parents are, they wanted to arrive hours earlier. So as you rushed packing whatever essentials you had left, you shouted back an "okay."

The time was 9:30; you went to the kitchen and grabbed a cup from the cupboard—moving the cup underneath the faucet, you twisted the nob open to let some cold water fill the cup. Unfortunately, before you could take a sip, your stepbrother Jonathan walked in, making you tense up.

Your mother was not too recently divorced; it had been about five years since she left your father, slowly creeping on the two-year mark of her and your stepfather's marriage. There wasn't any bad blood between your mother and father; they just fell out of love and had to choose better for themselves. Your father kept his promises and visited you every other day, every birthday and holiday, to prove that he still cared and wanted to be a part of your life.

The day your mother introduced her new boyfriend and his son, you instantly felt a disconnect. The man's name was Colin; he wasn't very welcoming and never tried to converse with you outside of 'family' dinners—but you didn't care since you liked keeping any interactions to a minimum. Colin had slick black hair and was tall and intimidating; his stance alone would make anyone shutter. He walked around confidently, chest constantly puffed out, adding to the intimidation. His son Jonathan was three years older than you, about 6'1, and practically mirrored his father, but when he spoke—it was as if a demon crawled next to your ear, whispering evil doings. He could convince you to do about anything upon request, and you did it negligently; just the idea of having a sibling made you submissive. You wanted to be the best little sister you possibly could be. Besides, your parents were too involved with each other to care what you two were up to—so when Jonathan told you to kneel between his legs and take his cock in your mouth, you did. Or when he suggested that having it buried deep inside your warm walls would help you concentrate on your studies—you subconsciously agreed.

This arrangement had been going on for almost seven months, and as much as you wanted to achieve the beat sister status, you couldn't help but feel it was a little wrong. Deep down in your gut—you knew something was wrong.

"Ready to go?" Johnathan asked, making his way around the counter to reach you.

"Yup, just—" you began.

Johnathan had taken the cup from your hands, making sure to give your hand a little squeeze; he brought the cup up to his lips—gulping what was left of the contents. He rinsed out the cup putting it on the rack to dry before he turned to you, offering you a wink.

Without noticing, you rolled your eyes and stated that you weren't finished with your drink pushing past him to head towards the car. However, Johnathan was sure to catch it and grabbed your wrist—forcing you to turn and look up at him.

"If you have an attitude, I could fix it for you," he growled.

His voice sounded emotionless yet stern, sending shivers down your spine. You didn't want to annoy him further—so you flashed him that cute innocent smile he was familiar with, getting him to settle, and loosen the grip on your wrist.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you." soft-spoken and calm, you apologized.

"Good, hurry along now," he commanded,

Finally letting go of your wrist, he watched as you ran out to the car, admiring how your ass moved in the leggings you wore. It was as if you wanted him to look or, better yet, grab it.

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The flight from New York to Hawkins wasn't too bad—but you had to sit next to Johnathan, and he didn't make it easy. He would constantly grab your thigh, and when you'd try to move his hand, he only gripped it harder; at one point—he pulled a blanket over him and then leaned over, whispering in your ear that he had a problem only you could take care of. Other than that, the flight was pleasant. You caught up on some reading though you thought you never would. Unfortunately, the plane landed a bit after you flipped the page of what now was the juiciest part of the book. So immersed in the plot—you couldn't hear Johnathan calling out to you. It wasn't until a harsh sting was left on your fingertips that you noticed the book wasn't in your grasp anymore but in Jonathan's—dangling in front of your face.

"What are you waiting for, a miracle or something?" he joked, stepping over you and into the isles before following the crowd heading off the plane; you trotted behind him, carefully tapping his shoulder.

"May I have my book back?" you kindly held your hands out and pleaded.

Johnathan spoke over his shoulder, not looking at you.

"I'll think about it." he proposed.

"Johnathan I—"

"I said I'll think about it." he stopped abruptly and turned to face you, driving you to bump into him at the sudden stillness.

There was a slight pause as you two looked into each other's eyes, unlike usual—this time, it was almost hateful, and you couldn't figure out why. Then, noticing a line was forming behind you, Johnathan quickly apologized and exited the plane.

The car ride was silent primarily as your parents tried to make small talk. All you wanted to do was get to your aunt's house and relax—to get the horrible day you were having out of your head.

As you stared out the window, you smiled as you watched the kids riding past on their bikes giggling to themselves; it made the town look so innocent and peaceful. You rolled the window down—getting a wif of the sweet air; it was nothing like New York and made you feel comfortable. Everything you saw made you want to stay—from the greenery to the simple houses; it was all ideal.

"We're here." your mother squeaked—you broke from your daydream.

Before the car could make a complete stop—you quickly hopped out, grabbed your bags, and ran up to the door to knock on it. Eagerly waiting for the door to open, you heard Colin laugh, saying he's never seen you so excited. Then, finally, it swung open—and in front of you stood your cousin Kim screaming as she held her arms open, gesturing to hug her. Moving inside—you set your bags down before grabbing her and holding her tight.

"Oh my God, I missed you so much." your grip only got strong as Kim tried pulling away.

"I can tell," Kim replied—giving you a few pats on the back.

As you let go, the rest of your family walked in—your aunt emerged from the living room upon hearing all the commotion and looked a little stunned.

"I thought you guys weren't coming till late evening." puzzlement was written all over her face.

"I did too, but we caught an earlier flight." your mom explained.

"Well, you should've let me know; I would've come to pick you up."

"It's fine; the cab ride was short anyway." ending the conversation there, your mom embraced her sister—giving her compliments on the house.

There was a brief introduction between your stepdad, stepbrother, and cousin. She hadn't met them, but she'd heard about them occasionally. Your aunt had met them on a trip to New York a while ago and decided that if your mother was pleased, then she was pleased.

"Kim!!" You heard a deep yet serene voice yell from upstairs. Whipping your head in Kim's direction—you wondered.

"Oh!!" She gasped, slapping her hand on her forehead. "You have to meet this dude. He's the coolest person ever." Then, before you could even think, she grabbed your hand—nearly dragging you up the stairs.

Halfway up the stairs, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand; it was chilling. Glancing over your shoulder—you noticed Johnathan grimly look at you. Not overthinking it, you persisted up the stairs, and his face disappeared—giving you some relief as you made your way down the hall.

You stood in front of Kim's bedroom door; she turned to you, biting her lip and bouncing on the balls of her feet as she held the door knob.

"Ready?" She egged on.

Giving her a low chuckle, you shrugged.

Twisting the knob, she pushed the door open—pulling you in before dropping your hand to raise hers in the air.

"Eddie, Eddie, Eddie!!" She chanted, fist bumping the air after each call.

On her bed lay a boy; he looked roughly around your age. This Eddie guy looked comfortable—so you'd guessed he was a close friend of Kim's. He wore black ankle socks, ripped black jeans, and a black graphic tee to tie the theme together; the shirt had something written on the front—but you couldn't tell with how he lay on the bed. Glossing over him, you noticed a few tattoos and piercings. Did your aunt honestly allow this guy to come over and spend time in your cousin's room? You thought. His hair then caught your attention; it was big and slightly curly—and the way it framed his face made him look mature and well-kept.

"Take a picture; it'll last longer." the boy spoke, flashing a small smile. He examined you for a few seconds, looking you up and down before that smile became a smirk.

"Oh, I didn't mean—I was just—" you stumbled over yourself before quickly getting it together and starting over. "Hi, I'm y/n," you said, walking up to the bed—arm stretched out to shake his hand.

Eddie jumped up before you reached him, swiftly snaking his arms around your shoulder and pulling you into a warm embrace; he had a sweet, almost vanilla-like scent with a hint of tobacco that couldn't go unnoticed.

"I'm a hugger." he amused, resting his chin on your shoulder. It certainly surprised you, but you didn't mind; it felt comforting, and lord knows you need a little bit of it.

"No worries, it's fine," assuring him you tucked your arms under his, making the hug more comfortable.

You two pulled away, letting out a breathy laugh.

"Well, I'm Eddie," he smiled. "So you've heard." Brushing his hair back—he stood straight, fixing his posture to look more presentable. You nodded, giving him the same dopey smile he'd shown before.

"I'm y/n," your mouth got the best of you. "oh shoot, I already said that." you chuckled nervously.

"And I'm Kim!!" she mocked, waving to you both from her vanity mirror. Eddie rolled his eyes—and you giggled while moving to take a seat on the edge of Kim's bed. Eddie plopped down next to you, making the bed jump a little, causing you to fall flat on your ass.

Geez, could you be more embarrassing? You thought.

Eddie quickly hopped off the bed—lending you a hand as he crouched to your eye level. For a moment, it felt as if you two were the only ones in the room; one arm was around your waist while the other held your hand firmly. Shyly looking away, your eyes searched for something or someone to shift your focus to. What little 'fun' you were having all crumbled away—and in crept Johnathan. Feeling your chest tighten, you swiftly got up, pushing Eddie away from you, adjusting your clothes—and straightening yourself out.

"Hey," Johnathan mumbled. He stepped inside slowly, ensuring it was okay with Kim to continue.

After getting a wave from Kim, signaling him to come in—he didn't hesitate. Jonathan resided in the bean bag chair Kim had placed in the corner of her room, never breaking eye contact with you; you don't think he ever broke eye contact since he walked in.

"Eddie, this is Johnathan. Johnathan, this is Eddie," Kim briefly introduced—turning back to her mirror and continuing to paint her nails. They both exchanged a simple wave as you moved to sit on the floor.

Eddie sat back on Kim's bed and grabbed his pack of cigs from his pocket. He took one out and placed it between his lips, then reaching over to her nightstand, he held the lighter—pulling it to the butt of the cigarette. Eddie flicked the lighter open—and you watched as the flame sparked up the end making the cigarette sizzle.

He took a puff blowing out rings before extending his arm to you and offering you some. You glanced over at Johnathan, who just sat there, giving you a blank stare.

"No thanks, I'm fine." you shook your head, declining his offer.

"You sure?"

Taking one more peak at Johnathan, you pushed eddies arm away, repeating your 'no.'

Eddie shrugged, then offered some to the others in the room; they each had a bit before letting him finish the rest.

As the hours passed—you all remained in the room chatting about your favorite bands/musicians, snacks, and other stuff. Eddie was surprised that your favorite band was Black Sabbath and proceeded to show off his t-shirt. Now that you could see the material properly, it was a Black Sabbath world tour t-shirt—the same your dad had gotten you for your 18th birthday. Without even realizing it, you and Eddie began a conversation of your own—and you had much more in common than you thought.

It was getting late, so Kim decided to take Eddie home. Your aunt didn't mind and told her to take the car and get back safe.

"It was super nice meeting you, y/n," Eddie said, reaching out to hug you.

"No, it was nice meeting you, Eddie!" you chirped, hugging him tightly. As he walked to the front door, he paused—snapping his fingers in the air before turning to you. "I almost forgot, Kim and I are heading to the lake tomorrow; wanna join?" Not giving it a second thought—you agreed, smiling cheerfully. Then, after hugging him once more, you waved him goodbye.

"See you tomorrow!" you nearly shouted before closing the door.

You made your way back up the stairs heading to your room without noticing Johnathan standing at the top of the stairs. Coming to a halt, you looked up at him, your smile slowly fading away.

"It was really nice meeting you, Eddie!" he mocked.

"Huh?"

"Don't act like an idiot; you were practically all over that guy."

"I was just being nice" trying to defend yourself, you moved past him, making it to your room. Johnathan followed not too far behind, pushing you inside and locking the door.

"You think just cause we're in an unfamiliar place, you get to act different?" he questioned.

"No."

"Then why are you trying to fuck with me?" he pressured, stepping closer, forcing you to back up against the edge of the bed.

"I'm not." almost whispering, you assured him.

"But you are."

Everything happened so quickly; you were on the bed gasping for air. Johnathan had one hand around your throat—squeezing tightly as the other caressed your cheek fondly. The room fell silent for a moment; all that could be heard was the rustling of the sheets as you struggled to get him off.

"It's okay, you're okay." he cooed.

Your vision was getting blurry, and the room started to spin—before passing out from the lack of air, he leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"I am going to make you remember who you belong to."

Then everything went black.

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The glints of sunlight beamed through the slightly opened curtain; you squirmed, moving your hand in front of your face to block it. Then, while sitting up—you winced at the sharp pain in your lower back and pelvic area. Throwing the sheets off, you placed your feet on the cold hardwood floor and attempted to stand, but the discomfort was too much to bear—making you fall back on the bed. After a while, you decided it wasn't worth it and crawled back underneath the sheets tucking yourself in—you brought your knees up to your chest, squeezing tightly and wept, eventually drifting off to sleep.

A soft knock woke you up from your sleep.

"Y/n, it's almost noon. Don't you want some food?" it was your aunt shouting from the other side of the door.

Now fully awake, you climbed out of bed once more—and the pain subsided, making it easier for you to continue. While stretching your arms out into the air, yawning, you swung the door—greeting your aunt with a sweet 'good afternoon.'

The laundry basket that was once cradled in her arms was now on the floor with a loud thud. She reached up, hesitating to put her hand on your neck.

"What happened?" she quaked while pointing at your neck. You tilted your head, confused at the vague question. Then you remembered. Touching your neck softly—you looked at her and shook your head.

"M-my neck was super itchy last night, so I must've scratched too hard." It was a silly response, but you were hoping she bought it.

"You must be allergic to something," she pitched in, slightly tapping her foot on the ground. She thought a moment. "It might be the sheets. I'm using this new detergent."

"Must be." You shrugged.

Bingo!

"Well, wash up, so it doesn't spread, then come eat when you're ready." she picked up the laundry basket and headed downstairs, leaving you.

The shower was short but sweet; the warm water helped you feel cleansed of last night's horrific events. After throwing on a loose shirt and some shorts, you headed downstairs to the kitchen. You didn't think that anyone would be in there since breakfast was long over, but when you entered, you stopped dead in your tracks as eyes peered over at you.

"Well, look who's out of bed." Colin amused.

You gave a soft smile before walking over to the table, taking a seat between Kim and Johnathan. Your mother handed you a plate loaded with pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Thanking her—you picked up your fork, getting ready to dig in.

"The fuck happened to your neck," Kim asked.

"Kim!!" Your aunt gasped.

Kim ignored her outburst and looked at you. The whole table turned to you, waiting for an answer. From the corner of your eye, you could see Johnathan staring.

"I um," you crocked.

"She got a nasty rash from the bedding." your aunt chimed in. "I'm switching the detergent, so it doesn't get worse."

"Yeah." you agreed. Your aunt gave you a slight nod and then passed you a cup of tea.

"That's gross," Kim expressed. "I hope this doesn't interfere with our trip to the lake. Eddie said he was excited."

"Yeah, sorry, I can't go."

"What!!"

"I'm sorry. I...don't want anyone else to get what I got." lying came so effortlessly to you—at this point, it was like second nature.

You finished the last of your brunch and washed whatever dishes were left. Your mother and father decided to help your aunt grocery shop and headed out early. Kim fixed herself in the mirror one last time before heading out a few minutes after them.

Johnathan didn't feel like going out, nor did he have any plans—so you two were left alone till someone got back. Ultimately, neither of you spoke for the first few hours—but nothing good lasts forever. So when Johnathan approached you, you were sitting on the living room couch, flipping through channels.

"Um...can we talk?" he asked tenderly, sitting beside you.

"I just want to be left alone for a moment," you replied.

"That's why I didn't say anything for a while."

"Please, Johnathan, leave me alone." you moved over to another cushioning—putting some space between yourselves.

"If you didn't act like such a brat, then shit wouldn't happen to you."

There was a long pause as you tried to process the words that left his mouth. You believed that trying to be a good sister and giving him everything he wanted would be good enough—but now it was overwhelming, and you wanted it to stop—you wanted him to be stopped.

Quickly sprinting past Johnathan, you ran up the stairs—to your room, locking the door behind you. He kicked and pounded on the door, yelling insults and threats—though you were terrified to step out, you stood your ground—not once reaching to open it. Instead, with your back against the door, you covered your ears and hummed to yourself—trying to drown out the noise.

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The ruckus from the other side of the door caused you to sit up and look around; you hadn't realized you'd been in your room for hours—as it darkened outside. Then, slowly and cautiously—you reached for the doorknob, twisting it slightly before growing the courage to open it. After poking your head out to look left then right—you stepped outside, leaving the door ajar behind you. Finally, reaching the bottom of the stairs—you peeked around the corner holding your balance with the wall. Everyone except Kim was standing in the kitchen, taking groceries out of their bags and putting them away.

"Is Kim coming home late again?" you whispered.

Your aunt closed the fridge to get a better look at you.

"She's staying over at a friend's; you wanna call her?"

"No, it's fine—just wondering."

"Well, I'll be starting dinner soon—" your aunt began.

"Oh, I'm not really hungry." you lied.

You just wanted to stay in your room since the only person you were comfortable around wasn't here.

"Sweetie, you're getting so thin you need to eat." your mom expressed.

"I ate throughout the day. So I'll just go to bed early if that's okay."

Your mother couldn't get an answer out as you were already heading to your room. Shutting the door behind you—you walked over to the nightstand, picked up the alarm, reading the time.

"Ten, great," you mumbled sarcastically to yourself. Then, flopping onto the bed, you closed your eyes—immediately falling asleep.

It didn't last very long, or so you thought. Small tapping sounds filled your room, waking you from sleep—looking around, you realized the room was incredibly dark now. As you reached for the the lamp switch and flicked it on, you glanced down at the clock—reading the time currently as 12:30.

Again you heard the tapping or whatever it was—sitting still; you listened for it once more. What the hell? You thought to yourself. You got up and started walking around the room, trying to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. A face appeared in the window the second you opened the curtain—making you flinch. After regaining your composure, you opened the curtain again.

"Eddie?"

He responded with a muffled 'hey,' waving for you to unlock the latch—you did, and he slid the window up, climbing in with ease. You sat on the bed, and there was a short silence before he pulled the chair from the small desk in the corner—placing it in front of you. He sat in front of you, offering a simple smile, and you gave him one back.

"Welp, I'd like to see the rash." he requested.

"What?" you responded with a giggle.

"Kim said you couldn't come to the lake because of a rash on your neck—I'd like to see it."

Oh.

"Well, I don't want you to get it so—"

"Bullshit, I'm already here. Might as well take a look, plus I live in a trailer park—so much nasty shit is down there I've gotten plenty of rashes, might even be able to help you get rid of yours." he countered.

"Eddie, seriously, it's fine."

"Come on." he stood up—grabbing your hand, making you flinch and yank it back.

"I said it's fine."

Eddie surrendered, sitting back in the chair. He examined you for a moment and could tell something was off—even though you two only met less than 24 hours ago, he felt as if he knew you, and you did him. Moreover, both of you had so much in common that it was impossible to hide from one another. So he had to ask when you continuously avoided his gaze.

"Is everything okay, y/n?" soft-spoken, he scooted closer, checking if you were comfortable. You didn't respond but stared at the ground, fiddling with your fingers.

"It's okay, everything is okay, just talk to me." he reached out again—this time, you took his hand, squeezing it softly but never looking up at him.

"It's not okay." you sniffled.

"I'm right here; just please talk to me." he used his other hand to caress your cheek—you flinched again. Eddie whispered a small sorry, but you shook your head, saying it was alright. He did it again, then moved down to hold your chin—he turned your head every so softly, compelling you to look at him. His eyes glossed over your face taking in every detail of you. Then, trailing down to your neck, he froze—darting between your eyes and neck. Though Eddie wasn't the brightest person, that didn't mean he was a complete idiot.

"That's not a ra—"

You knew he knew, but you didn't want him to finish that sentence, "If I tell you, do you promise not to say a word to anyone else?"

He thought for a moment, then took both your hands in his—and gave you a quick nod.

"Nothing leaves this room, I promise."

#stranger things x reader #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie imagine #eddie x reader #eddie #eddie muson fic #angst #eddie munson x you #stranger things angst #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn x y/n #eddie munson angst #joseph quinn angst #eddie stranger things #stranger things #stranger things noncon

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emetoniche · 6 months

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Bahamas Chronicles: Part One I’d Rather The Car

Okay people, I finally did it! I finished my next fic. Not that it’s super long, I just take forever. I am super pleased to introduce my final two OCs of my little group, I hope you guys enjoy! (Also, this vacation is going to be a series, so more stories coming soon!)

TW: emeto, death, emotional trauma, suicide and divorce (very brief mention not relating to any of my characters)

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Darius looked up from his phone when he heard his name called across the airport.

“Darius! Hey man, over here!”

It took Darius a few seconds to find the source of the voice, but when he did, his face broke into a huge smile. Justin and the rest of the gang were threading their way through the throngs of people, said gang including Darius’s girlfriend Ariadne. Ari had the biggest grin on her face, her hair bouncing as she hurried towards him. When she reached him, she threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his neck. It had been so long since they had been together, almost two months. Darius had been called home to Germany after his dad had gotten very sick, but after the funeral, he had headed straight home. Only to find out all his friends were going on vacation to the Bahamas. Darius had decided to go along with them: he needed to de-stress after everything that had happened recently.

Justin and the rest finally caught up with him and Ari, and there was a significant commotion as they all shuffled around into a group hug, then took turns hugging Darius individually. “Glad you’re back bud,” Eddie said, slapping Darius on the back. Darius grunted, but smiled. He didn’t realize how much he had missed all of his friends, or their little quirks. Callum’s perpetual aviators, Justin’s simping over Roan, Ari’s crazy outfits, Roan’s sarcasm, or even Eddie’s habit of slapping his friends way too hard on the back.

“I missed you guys so much,” he breathed, looking around at all of them.

Roan groaned, rolling her eyes. “Alright, alright, we’ve hugged and kissed it all out, enough with the sappy stuff already.” Darius couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head. Yup, he was back home alright.

Adler, Darius’s pet fox, was staying with the zoology professor while Darius was on vacation, and the others had all found friends or family to watch their pets too.

Ari leaned into Darius, nuzzling into his neck. Darius buried his face in her dark hair for a moment, enjoying the smell of the coconut shampoo she used to keep her curls nice and tight. Too long, he thought, way too long since I’ve been able to do this.

Working their way through customs and security was difficult, as always, but Darius had never been so happy to do it. It meant he was back where he belonged: with his friends and his girlfriend. By the time the plane was being loaded, Darius had caught up on almost everything that had happened since he had been gone, from light gossip on who was dating who, to serious shit like the English professor’s divorce and subsequent suicide.

Boarding the plane went smoothly, Darius having pulled some strings to get all of them first-class seats. When his dad died, he had left Darius so much money he knew he would never be able to spend it all, so he had decided to splurge on the trip, treating all of his friends the way he knew his dad would have wanted. Darius and Ari had been seated together. Ari immediately set about hooking up a dual-headphone jack so they could watch one of their favorite horror films together. Around them, Eddie and Callum were fiddling with the snack compartments and Justin and Roan were pulling out the blankets they had been given.

The roar of the plane engine soon drowned out any noises from the back sections of the plane, leaving Darius alone with his girlfriend. They had just barely started the movie when the plane took off, the ground dropping away beneath them. Darius had chosen the seat furthest from the window because watching the ground so far below made him dizzy, but Ari was staring eagerly at the clouds as they flew by. “Ooh, Darius, look baby, that one looks like a dragon,” she squealed, pointing out the window.

Darius glanced out as for as long as he could without making his head spin. “Oh, yeah, cute,” he replied, returning to the movie. Before long, Ari followed suit, closing the window’s cover. The Cabin in the Woods occupied Darius for about forty-five minutes before he realized his stomach was starting to roil.

He nearly let out a miserable groan when he realized that in his excitement he had forgotten to take his Dramamine before the plane took off. It was definitely too late now, and besides, the Dramamine was in the overhead compartment in his carry-on bag. Standing up to get it would only make his head spin from the movement of the plane under his feet. He resolved to just focus hard on the film, absolutely refusing to acknowledge the growing nausea in the pit of his stomach.

Darius looked over at Ari to see if she had noticed his arm wrapped lightly over his stomach, but she had her eyes glued to the screen. Her lips were open in a look of surprise as a zombie lurched out of the ground towards one of the characters; her eyes were as big as dinner plates. A mix of thoughts swirled through Darius’s head as he watched her. On one hand, he just wanted to snuggle into her and whine like a little baby about his tummy. On the other hand, he didn’t want to make their first time back together in months miserable by being sick. His guilt won. He turned back to the movie, trying to ignore the sticky saliva building in his mouth.

It was so metallic tasting, like he was sucking on a metal lollipop or something. The stuff clung to the roof of his mouth, remaining even when he swiped his tongue around to get rid of it. By the time five minutes had gone by, Darius was beginning to give up on the hope that he could just keep his stomach in place with sheer will. It kept lurching into his throat every time the plane gave a slight bounce. A clammy sweat had broken over him, beads rolling down his forehead and into his eyes.

“Geez, these people are such idiots,” Ari groaned, laughing at the screen. She reached blindly out to put her hand on Darius’s leg. When she rested it on him, she could feel how tense the muscles were. She sat up a bit to look at him, confusion and concern written on her features. Darius tried so hard to look put together and okay, but the deep furrow in Ari’s brow let him know that he had failed miserably.

“Hey, everything okay baby,” she asked quietly, cupping his cheek in one hand. The word “yes” formed in Darius’s mind, but the word “no” came out of his lips. Apparently his subconscious was sick of him trying to be a big tough man and was ready to just give in to Ari’s care.

Ari hummed sympathetically. “I’m sorry, are you feeling air sick?”

Darius nodded slowly. “I-it happens every time I fly,” he managed. “I forgot to take my medicine before we took off…” Ari lifted her hand to sweep his hair away from his face.

“You should have said something right away, I have some Dramamine in my backpack,” she admonished gently. “Seems like it’s too late now.”

Darius considered nodding again, but dismissed the thought as a wave of nausea crashed over him when the plane gave a little jolt. A wet, sickly burp forced its way out of his mouth followed by a weak groan. He reached out to pull the curtain across the opening of his seat into the isle so nobody else could see him. He was embarrassed enough to have forgotten his medicine and was now probably, no wait, definitely, going to puke in front of his girlfriend.

When another burp sent a watery stream up his throat, Darius lurched forward, scrambling furiously at the seat pocket in front of him while he did his best to swallow down the sick. Ari managed to find a bag before he did. She shoved it into his hands, putting her hand on the back of his head to help position his mouth above the bag’s opening.

Darius’s breaths were coming fast and shallow as his chest hitched in a gag. Nothing but a tinted stream of water trickled from between his lips, dripping into the bag. He could feel Ari’s hand on his back and hear her voice gently encouraging him, which admittedly made him feel a bit better. At least she wasn’t completely disgusted by him right now.

This thought quickly vanished as a painful retch tore through him. A much heavier gush of puke flew up this throat, filling the bag about a quarter of the way. Darius barely had time to breathe before another horrid sounding retch slammed his stomach inward. This next flow lasted so long he had a single panicked moment where he was terrified he couldn’t stop. When he finally did, his chest heaved with huge breaths, trying to suck in as much air as he possibly could.

He had a few seconds respite this time before he heaved again, to his horror nearly filling the bag to the top. He could tell there was more to come, but there wasn’t room for it. His eyes wide, he whimpered at Ari, hoping she would understand. She apparently had already noticed the precariously filled sick-bag, because as soon as he stopped vomiting, she had another bag held under his chin, holding it herself this time.

Darius’s hand gripped her thigh, the other holding equally tightly to the already full airsickness bag. His breathing had started to quicken, practically hyperventilating as he fought to get in air between gags. His head was spinning and throbbing at the same time; his temples seemed to be pulsating to the beat of his heart. Somewhere in the back of his mind he could tell that he was getting himself worked up way too much, but when his vision started to swim with black spots he gave up on listening to that little voice.

His gags became a combination of choking gasps and grating retches until he felt Ari’s hand go to his chest, forcing him to sit upright. He was no longer actually vomiting: there was nothing left inside of him to get out. Instead, he was dry-heaving, his panic escalating the nausea he already had until he was simply unable to stop his stomach from rebelling over and over and over.

“Hey!” Darius heard a soothing voice calling to him through the black void that had filled his vision. “Darius, baby, you have to calm down, you’re making things worse.” Ari’s hands were cupping his cheeks, thumbs swirling circles on the soft skin in a comforting rhythm.

His stomach gave another lurch, the smallest trickle of bile falling from his lips. Because Ari had removed the sick bag to comfort him, the bile fell onto his lap, soaking into his black jeans. A chill ran down Darius’s spine at the disgusting sensation, but he was gaining enough control of himself to keep a gag back. Ari’s touch was grounding him, bringing him back around to the point where he could actually see clearly again. The black faded from his vision and his breathing slowed to a steady pace.

“You feeling better now,” Ari asked softly, leaning in to kiss his brow.

“Um, yeah, I think so…” Darius replied shakily, gulping hard. His stomach still felt pretty off, but he didn’t think he was in danger of puking all over the place anymore. “Can I get some of that Dramamine now?”

Ari smiled at him. “Of course baby, let me get it out of my bag, kay?” Darius instantly missed the warmth of her hands when she bent to fish the meds out of her bag, but it was worth it five minutes later when the stuff started to truly settle his stomach. And a good thing it did too, because the flight was another six or seven hours before they could land. With a sigh, Darius curled into Ari after lifting the arm rest separating them. His head on her lap, he closed his eyes, relishing the relief that fading into sleep brought him, the last sensation Ari’s hand rubbing slowly over his back.

#emeto #emetophilia #emeto tw #puke #vomiting #emeto kink #emeto mention #my writing #sickfic #emeto fic #new characters and I love them #but for real I need to flesh out personalities a bit more #new characters

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captastra · 1 year

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OC Interview

Thanks for the tag @theelderhazelnut 💗! Decided to do the interview for my newest oc, Death Lily, featuring her banner :D! This got pretty long so all under the cut. I also had fun with this so it takes place at Lily’s home after Tangerine and Lemon show up at her apartment with Tangerine on deaths door. After he’s in the clear, Lily and Lemon take a breather and Lemon decides to get to know the woman that has captured his brother’s heart.

Lily collapsed in her favorite chair, feeling the cushion start to give way around her, shaping to her body in a welcomed bliss. Taking a few deep breaths, she reached for the glass of wine she had carried over. She took a long sip, willing the liquid to calm her nerves after the events of the last couple of hours. The effects weren’t quick but what little she had started to feel calmed her racing heart.

Lemon sat across from her, one hand petting her cat Smudge while he glared at her.

“What,” Lily finally asked, her nerves too shot to ignore him. That didn’t stop her from shooting a glare at Smudge in betrayal.

“Nothing. Just trying to understand what my brother sees in you,” he said, shaking his head and gesturing with his free hand as if in indifference. But Lily could see otherwise.

She shrugged, taking another sip of wine. “He likes a challenge? I fill a hole he’s always had? I don’t know what answer you expect from me. If that’s what he wants, then that’s what matters.” Lily was too tired to put up a good show, not now. It was probably the most authentic she had been with anyone, or anyone other than Opal...and Tangerine.

Lemon snorted. “Since you seem to be in a more genuine mood, let's play a game.” He picked up a magazine next to him, flipping to some page she couldn’t see. “Saw this quiz and decided, you know, since you intrigue me with what you are as a train, I’ll try it your way.”

He held up the magazine and Lily recognized what looked like one of those basic magazine quizzes that mean absolutely nothing and yet they constantly sold as life altering.

“Really? You want to do this now?” She glanced through the open door just to the left of her. From where she sat, she could just make out the rise and fall of Tangerines chest as he laid in her bed asleep.

“Yup. You agree with me, right Smudge?” The cat that had been sleeping in Lemon’s lap lifted his head and gave a forceful meow before going right back to sleep. Lemon nodded and looked back up to her, raising his eyebrow.

“Very well. I’m too tired to argue.” She motioned with her free hand for him to continue.

Basics

"Name?"

“Lily.”

Lemon gave her a look. “Your real name.”

“You know we never give our real names.” Lily tried for humor but even she could feel it fall flat. When Lemon continued to look at her, she sighed, and she thought back to the girl she had been all those years ago. “The only name you or anyone else ever needs to know...is Lily. The girl I was before is gone.”

For a moment she expected Lemon to argue or probe further, but he only nodded and looked back to the page.

"Are you single?"

Lily snorted, again looking to where Tangerine was sleeping. “I guess I’ll have to say it's complicated.”

“Damn right,” Lemon responded. “We can move on.”

"Are you happy?"

"Am I happy? What a question!” Lily laughed, slightly higher than normal as her body started to come back down from worrying about Tangerine.

“One you haven’t answered,” Lemon pointed at her.

Lily looked at the glass in her hand, the swirling of the red wine almost hypnotic. She thought back on the events of the last few years, the people she had met and the few she actually let into her life. The fact that Tangerine would survive the recent mission he and Lemon had been on.

“Yes, yes I am.”

Lemon didn’t move for a moment, only staring at her. Then he gave her a curt nod and read the next question.

"Are you angry?"

“I just said I was happy,” Lily pointed out, but Lemon raised his eyebrow again and she rolled her eyes. “Clearly not. Though if you had asked me that a few hours ago then yes, yes I was very angry. And scared. Since we are getting so personal,” Lily motioned her drink in his direction. “If that was to be your next question.

Lemon glanced at the page he was holding and shook his head.

"Are your parents still married?"

Lily laughed, a real genuine laugh that nearly set her reeling. “How should I know,” she lied but those details would go to her grave.

Thankfully Lemon didn’t push the matter.

9 Facts

"Birth place?"

“You tell me yours first,” Lily answered. She was surprised when Lemon chuckled.

“Fair enough. I’ll make sure he,” Lemon nodded in Tangerine’s direction, “Doesn’t tell you either.”

“It wasn’t my intention to ask,” Lily said, taking a sip of her wine. “What’s next?”

"Hair color?"

“Are we going for obvious questions now? Very well.” She leaned back, languishing across her chair. “A beautiful chestnut brown. Natural, of course.”

"Eye color?"

“Also chestnut brown.”

"Birthday?"

“Now now, what are you looking for, to buy me a gift?” Lily winked at Lemon but he ignored her.

"Mood?"

Lily gave him a dismissive wave, focusing away from him to stare at the wall. “Already answered, next question.”

"Gender?"

“Female.”

"Summer or Winter?"

“Hmm.” Lily played with her glass, thinking back on her fondest summer or winter moments. One particular summer evening with Tangerine was most prominent on her mind. “Summer,” she mused, smiling softly to herself.

“Something tells me I don’t want to know.” Lemon said, almost sounding disgusted.

Lily laughed into her drink. “No, you don’t.”

"Morning or Afternoon?"

“Morning.”

Lemon made a noise. “Wouldn’t take you for a morning person.”

Lily looked away again. “Nothing like having a quiet moment for yourself as the sun is rising.”

Silence followed her answer and when she looked at Lemon, he wore an expression she hadn’t seen before. Almost...pensive.

“Now for the unfortunate questions. Please spare me any pertinent details.” Lemon finally said, shifting in his seat.

“I’ll try my best,” Lily smiled at him, which seemed to only annoy him more.

Eight Things About Your Love Life

"Are you in love?"

“It’s complicated.”

“So you don’t love my brother?”

It was Lily’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “Do you want me to love him? That deep romantic love they sell in the media? Get all doe eyed and sweet and sappy around each other?”

Lemon stared at her and then shook his head as if shaking away unwanted thoughts. “Moving on.”

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

“No.” Lily didn’t even have to think about her answer. “And anyone who says they do is lying to themselves.”

"Who ended your last relationship?"

“Me, but I wouldn’t count any of those as relationships,” Lily answered. She gave Lemon a sly smile. He ignored her again.

"Have ever broken someone's heart?"

“I guess I can answer this question,” Lemon said the moment he finished reading the question out loud. “You literally have.”

Lily tipped her glass towards him and didn’t answer. She had a trail of dead targets behind her from seducing them.

"Are you afraid of commitments?"

“I think last question answers that for you. Next question.”

"Have you hugged someone within the last week?"

“I’ve done more than just hug,” Lily winked at him. She found herself enjoying this, seeing him squirm. “You’re the one that wanted to ask these questions. Should we stop now?”

Lemon sniffed and wiped his hand under his nose. “Like I said, just no details.”

“None. Cross my heart.”

“I’ll believe that,” Lemon muttered.

"Have you ever had a secret admirer?"

“Oh I’ve had many,” Lily lamented, resting her chin on her hand and staring wistfully to the wall again.

“Poor sods.” Lemon responded.

“Couldn’t agree more.”

"Have you ever broken your own heart?"

Lily paused, the fun little moment they shared before was immediately gone. “Next question.”

Six Choices

"Love or Lust?"

“Lust. Love is too complicated and makes you weak.”

“Tell my brother that,” Lemon said.

Lily looked away as she took a sip of her wine. “I have.”

Lemon only sighed.

"Lemonade or Iced tea?"

“Iced tea.”

“No lemonade,” Lemon asked, almost sounding hurt.

Lily shook her head, “Too sour.”

Lemon gave her a sour look. “Fine.”

"Cats or dogs?"

Lily glanced at Smudge, who was still happily asleep on Lemon’s lap. “I would say cats but there is a betrayer amongst us so I will hold me tongue.”

Lemon chuckled. “He just knows a good person when he meets them.”

“What does that say about Tangerine,” Lily asked. Smudge had taken an instant disliking to Tangerine, much to his annoyance.

“He’s always been more of a dog person,” Lemon answered.

"A few best friends or many regular friends?"

“None if I can help it. I’m sure you understand.” Lily pointed out.

Lemon deflated a little but gave her an annoyed look. “And yet here we all are.”

“Indeed,” Lily said, unable to deny that truth.

"Wild night out or romantic night in?"

“Both. What about Tangerine?” She figured it was worth a shot to throw that in.

Lemon deflected easily. “Ask him when he wakes up.”

"Day or night?"

“Night. Plenty of time to have fun. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“With you? No.” Lemon didn’t even look up to respond.

Lily pouted. “So cruel.”

Four Have You Evers

"Been caught sneaking out?"

“That would require someone to be there to catch me.” Or care, she thought, but against she dared not utter the words.

"Fallen down/up the stairs?"

Lemon raised an eyebrow after asking the question. “Do you even know how to be embarrassed?”

“Me,” Lily brought her hand to her chest, feigning hurt. “Never. And if I did,” she narrowed her eyes at him, “no one would ever see it.”

“I’m sure you have though, haven’t you Smudge.” Lemon’s scratched at Smudge’s heading, adopting a baby voice as he spoke. Catching himself, he coughed, and smoothed out the magazine. “Anyways.”

"Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?"

Lily glanced towards Tangerine again. Her first instinct was to say no, put on the façade she had mastered so well. But seeing him earlier, nearly dead again and bleeding all over her floor, Lily realized the thought of losing him had been too much to bear.

Tearing her eyes away from him, Lily brought her glass to her lips, unable to face Lemon as she whispered...

“Yes.”

“What was that?”

“You heard what I said.” Her tone was as icy as the look she gave him.

Lemon tried to crack a joke, get more out of her, but Lily kept her mouth shut until he asked the next question.

"Wanted to disappear?"

The weight she was feeling from the previous question still weighed on here, but it was a question that was easier to answer.

“You could say I already have.”

Lemon smirked but didn’t say anything as he turned the page.

Four Preferences

"Smile or eyes?"

“Eyes. A smile is easy to fake,” she quickly put on her best smile even as she struggled to calm her emotions, “But the eyes. They will never lie.”

Lemon really looked at her this time, eyes flitting between hers. “You’re not lying right now.”

“No. I’m not.”

"Shorter or taller?"

“Does it matter?”

“You certainly seem the kind to have a type.”

Lily snorted, that turned into giddy laughter. The alcohol was starting to kick in. “You’re brother is simply special.”

Lemon groaned. “Please don’t tell him that.”

“I would never. He already has an ego that could fill that room he’s laying in.”

“I think you mean your apartment.” Lily looked at him in surprise and he seemed surprise himself. “Don’t let that go to your head. I still don’t trust you.”

“Oh, of course,” Lily replied, but her smile stayed on her face.

"Intelligence or attraction?"

“Either, but in regards to your brother, attractions.” She smirked over the rim of her glass.

Lemon looked like he wanted to get angry but closed his eyes and nodded. “Yeah, yeah that’s him.”

Lily chuckled. “Glad you agree.”

"Hook-up or relationship?"

“Hook up is certainly much easier. But with Tangerine—”

“You can stop right there,” Lemon interrupted, holding his hand up.

“Is that not what you want to know, about me and him?”

“Still haven’t decided yet,” Lemon reminded her.

Family

"Do you and your family get along?"

“No family, no need to get along.” Lily answered. It was a white lie, she truly didn’t have a family, but she would be damned if she ever let anything happen to her younger sister. Someone no one ever needed to know about. Not even the two people who were known as ‘The Twins’.

“Doesn’t surprise me.”

"Would you say you have a messed-up life?"

Lily raised her eyebrow. “We’re assassins. What do you think?”

“Look mate, I’m just asking the questions here.” Lemon held up the magazine. “I can’t blame,” he paused and looked to see what magazine it was, “Cosmo for not having an assassin questionnaire edition. Maybe write them a letter saying—”

“Ok, ok,” Lily cut in, “Yes, my life is messed up. So is yours and Tangerines. We kill people for a living.”

Lemon nodded and then shook his head. “My life is good. I don’t know what you’re on about.”

Lily stared, her mouth hanging open slightly. “If that’s what you want to call it.”

"Have you ever run away from home?"

“Don’t think I became an assassin because mommy and daddy dearest loved me at home.”

“Not even once,” Lemon asked. “Used to do it all the time with Tangerine.”

“And what trouble did the two of you get into,” Lily leaned forward, eager to hear more.

Lemon opened his mouth to answer, but caught himself. “Oh no. I’m not telling you nothing.”

“So you will?”

“Shut it. Next question.”

"Have you ever gotten kicked out?"

“Again, irrelevant.” Lily swirled the now almost empty glass in her hand. “Troubled past or not, I’m still here. Are we almost done?”

“Yeah, this is getting a bit boring isn’t it?” Lemon flipped the page.

“Oh, so you’ve already made your decision about me?”

“Haven’t decided yet,” Lemon paused to scratch Smudge’s ear and then looked back at the magazine. “Four questions left.”

“Thank god.”

Friends

"Do you secretly hate one of your friends?"

“Only you Lemon,” Lily winked at him.

“The feeling’s mutual.”

"Do you consider all your friends good friends?"

“Are you trying to tell me you actually do like me as a friend?” Lily leaned forward again, placing her chin on her hand.

“It says all your friends,” Lemon motioned to the question on the page. “So do you or not?”

Lily pondered the question before answering. “If I consider you my friend, that alone means something.”

"Who is your best friends?"

“I...” Lily paused, stumped on what to say. She had no friends for a reason. Opal was a happy accident that turned out beneficial for both. Smudge was a cat. Lemon and Tangerine...the realization hit her like a brick wall. “I can’t tell you.”

“Well Smudge is my best friend. Right kitty?” Lemon’s tone took on that baby voice again and their interview paused for a few moments as he played with her cat. “But its because you don’t have one, isn’t it,” he asked when he was done.

Lily looked away, not in shame, but in realizing that she might actually do...and that was a dangerous feeling to have.

“It’s fine. I know you secretly do want me as your best friend,” Lemon said, filling the silence. “But now we’ve hit the final question.”

“Better be a good one.”

"Who knows everything about you?"

“No one and no one ever will.”

“Not even Tangerine?”

Lily gave him a look. “No I don’t expect him to tell me everything either. This job is too dangerous for that kind of openness. I’d stop him if he started to tell me more than was needed.”

Lemon nodded, staying silent as he looked over the questions again. Eventually he set the magazine down and turned his gaze back to Lily. She waited with bated breath, wondering just what would come from this slight moment of vulnerability.

“If you ever,” Lemon began, holding up his hand to point at her. “Ever put my brother in danger, I will kill you myself.”

Lily smiled. “I would expect nothing less.” She held out her drink to him and when he nodded, finished it off.

They may never be true friends, but they both cared for one man and that alone brought them together in a funny kind of way. Not one she expected, but one Lily welcomed nonetheless.

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lets read rgu, chapter 25

Hrm. Entering the last volume of the collected paperbacks. Entering the final battle seems more like where yhou’d want to end a volume rather than start a new one. 66 pages for the next chapter? I’m a bit burnt out, might not make it all the way through. And those other two chapter titles... Black Rose Seal? Wait, is this the last chapter, and then there are side stories? Azure.... Ruka maybe? Eh, one chapter at a time.

So when we left off, Akio was claiming to be Dios, despite having killed him and turned him into a ring five seconds ago.

Yeah, there’s that inward statue again.

Wait, wait, what? This is implying that Akio /liked/ helping humans, but saving little Utena when she fell in the river was just too much no thank you, if we save one drowning girl we’d have to do too dang much! So I’ma destroy my other self! It’s... like, am I supposed to take this as an unreliable narrator thing?

OOOOHhhh, ok. That makes more sense. Akio had already rebelled and cast down Dios, and as he faded away he reached out to utena and passed her a part of his power to keep it from Akio. That... I mean, it still feels weird that this is something that happened recently, in Utena’s lifetime, in the modern world, and not fairy tale long ago times.

So a part of Dios was left with Utena as her ring, and part with Anthy as the sword, keeping him from fading away.

Ok, so there’s our stakes. Take out Akio, bring back Dios, save Anthy from turning into seafoam or whatever.

Yup, all the recap and set up is out of the way, and it’s time for rolling initiative.

After fighting back and forth a bit Akio cheats with magic / metaphors. The Prince’s role is still defined by self sacrifice, suffering for the sake of the princess. Anime Akio fell from grace and lost the power of the prince by letting Anthy take that pain for him, Manga Akio killed Dios to avoid that pain. Utena has to shoulder it and fight through it if the wants to become a prince and save Anthy.

And it does come back to Anthy, even if the manga remains a few steps less overt about that than the series. As it has been about the various sexual themes in the show in general.

Anyway, commitment to Anthy is the magic key to bring back Dios, if only for a moment.

and Manga Utena finally prioritizes becoming a prince who can save Anthy over reuniting with the prince who saved her.

And it’s actually a solid moment to end the fight on - with a meaningful turning point in character development driving the outcome of the duel. Works really well. Good job with the conclusion of at least the last and most important duel in the manga. Very satisfying, ending on a high point.

Of course, the role of the Prince is sacrificial by definition. Looks like Utena isn’t making it out of the Manga’s climax any better than she did out of the anime.

Fuck you, buddy. A very nice little moment out outright defiance from Anthy.

Oh, wait, more notably, Anthy isn’t fading away anymore. She’s already been saved. I guess she’s found a new love worth living for.

Which also gives Utena one final power up to finish off the already wounded Akio...

Nice inversion of the Akio defeating Dios pose

Ok, so there’s a bit coming up here that’s a bit confusing?

This sounds like she’s restoring the Dual Akio/Dios from before, but that doesn’t seem to be the case, because then they immediately explode and maybe turn into a ring? I guess she means they’ll be together now in non-existance the way they used to be together in existence, with both personalities faded away and remaining only as the ring and/or sword.

Also apparently doing this kills and/or non-exists Utena, I guess because she was also fused with Dios at this point, so even though her sword wound seems to have magically healed she’s still getting the sacrificial Prince treatment.

Anthy, now entirely out of Princes, rescues Touga and the student council as the castle collapses, and, drawn by Utena’s voice, catches the ring containing whatever is left of her brother/s & maybe also Utena. If the ring symbolizes the prince, does that make Anthy the prince now?:

Back to the school, and to Touga. He meets up with the student council, but none of them remember the duels, or the castle, or Utena herself. Only he does, I guess because he hadn’t been coffined.

But Chuchu’s still around, and even has a little Utena outfit.

And Anthy’s here, too. and she is doing the whole Prince thing, as implied by catching the ring. She looks good.

They have a moment where they reminisce about Utena, but Anthy assures Touga that Utena isn’t gone - or even stuck in the ring like I thought.

And that’s where the story ends. A bit more concrete than the anime’s ending, but still the same core moment of Anthy, now free, leaving the academy and setting out into the wider world to find Utena again.

And while I’m personally more invested in the more abstract and metaphorical stuff the anime was doing in the end, the closing chapters of the manga were still very strong. Much more so than the middle bits, so yeah, it’s nice to end on a strong point. I don’t think I have any hollistic overarching comment or thought to sum everything up. The art was good. The story mostly worked. It won’t displace the anime at all in my heart, but still a compelling alternative rendition - not doing as much or delving as deep, but the core between Utena and Anthy is still there.

Glancing ahead, the remaining two chapters are side stories toughing on bits from the anime that didn’t make it into the manga story proper. I don’t think I’ll do full reacts like this, but I’ll read through them and post some brief thoughts over the weekend.

#rgu #sception reads rgu #revolutionary girl utena

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Featheruary Part 9

Don’t forget to black list ‘long post’ if you don’t want to see my long posts! This is short enough I’m not putting it under a cut. You can find part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here, part 5 here, part 6 here, part 7 here, and part 8 here.

“I’ll be extra careful,” Bucky continued hastily. “Where would be best for you?”

Tony continued to give him a stony look, just for a moment, so that Bucky felt properly warned. Then he turned, walking over toward a group of decorative plants. He pulled out a thick yoga mat from behind them and turned, shoving the coffee table out of the way with his foot so he could spread it out.

“Y. You just. You just keep a yoga mat back there?” Bucky asked, blinking. “What’s wrong with leaving it out? Your living space is so… barren.”

“Tidy,” Tony corrected in answer, instead of ‘to make it difficult for other people to hide weapons in my living space.’ He didn’t want to have that conversation right now. Also it wasn’t necessarily a lie—he’d taken to making sure his living space was tidy so that various cleaning bots could disinfect all surfaces when he’d had the reactor, because he’d been so susceptible to illness and infection. He wasn’t sure what everyone was expecting to see when they walked into his apartment, though; he spent most of his time in the workshop anyway.

Bucky squinted at him anyway, as if sensing it was not as simple as that. Still, he seemed to accept it at face value, if nothing else, because he walked over to stand beside the mat as Tony shuffled down onto his knees so he could spread himself across it. He reached out to help him pull his shirt off. “We’re using your own oil, yeah?”

“Yup!” Tony chirped, crawling down to lie on his stomach. He spread his wings and flapped them a couple of times, then crossed his arms under his chin. “I wasn’t joking about having glands that border on overactive. Doctors say that’s not unusual for people with wide wingspans.”

“Ah, I guess I never noticed. My family was all albatross, so everything was just… normal,” Bucky mused, carefully kneeling beside him and swinging his leg over Tony’s hips. “And Steve was so sickly, he varied wildly between too much and not enough.” He slid his hand through Tony’s dark feathers, careful, just feeling, before he carefully slid his fingers through to the skin. “How soon before you fall into a nap?”

“Hrngh,” Tony answered, already fighting the urge to simply melt into the mat.

Bucky blinked. “Wow.”

“Talk fast,” Tony said. He’d groomed his wings recently enough that Bucky wouldn’t need to do much but touchups—he hadn’t known Bucky would offer to do it, after all—but it would allow him to ease into it, figure out how to use his metal hand if he could. Unfortunately, being groomed by someone else was the sort of novelty that he couldn’t really get used to it so that he didn’t just melt into a puddle of goo on the floor.

Bucky picked at his wings for a moment, considering, before he finally said, “Natasha talked to you, didn’t she?”

Tony sucked in a deep breath, then let it back out in a long, slow sigh. “Yeah. She didn’t bully me into anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I’m finding to my absolute horror that it takes a very special kind of person to bully you,” Bucky admitted, reaching down to carefully rub the oil gland butting up against the base of his right wing.

Tony could count the people who could properly bully him as Pepper and Rhodey, so he didn’t feel too bad about it. Still, sometimes Natasha said things in such a tone with such a glare that he did feel compelled to do what she said, probably on the Virgo moon or whatever. “Sometimes she manages.”

“I’m not surprised.” Bucky carefully massaged the oil into his feathers at the top of his wing. “But she gave you the kick in the butt you needed, or whatever?”

“She said what I was doing was cruel to us,” Tony admitted slowly, then frowned a little. “Or… maybe not cruel, but… unfair, I guess. That we couldn’t decide what the other deserved. That I needed to put us out of our misery one way or another, because you’d left it up to me, whether I wanted to try anything or not.”

Bucky took a few minutes to mull over what he’d said, even as he methodically and carefully sorted out his feathers to oil. Finally, he asked, “And do you? Want to try anything. You know how I feel.”

Tony grimaced and hoped that Bucky didn’t see it. “I regret to inform you of this, but I need your feelings laid out just to be certain.”

“…Ah,” Bucky said after another pause. “Well. Cards on the table, I guess. You’ve done a real good job taking care of me and I was starved of affection for seventy years, so it was really just a matter of time before I fell in love with you.”

Tony carefully turned his head to peer up at him. “You said that before. I don’t know… I haven’t really done anything to dese—” He paused, then shook his head a little. “Not deserve in the sense that I don’t deserve love, or anything. Just… I don’t think I’ve done anything special to warrant it, I guess. Couldn’t even get the balls to ask to groom you myself,” he mumbled into his arms, mostly to himself.

“You don’t ask for things,” Bucky said, and his voice was carefully gentle, as if to keep from riling him up. “I’ve watched you, Tony. You don’t open yourself up to being vulnerable. Showing you want something is giving someone the chance to take it away. I asked you to groom me and you about vibrated out of your skin, and I could tell you were trying to downplay how happy you were to be asked. I felt like such shit for needing an excuse to ask you when you clearly would have said yes.”

Tony thought about refuting the statement, that he wasn’t so goddamn excited to be able to groom him, but he’d tried so hard to hide his glee and Bucky had still picked up on it. And it wasn’t like Bucky was wrong; asking for things left him vulnerable, and people rarely wanted to give him things, so he’d unfortunately learned that it was just better not to ask. He shrugged uncomfortably. “So what makes you think you love me?”

“I told you. I’m starved of affection,” Bucky said, but there was humor in his tone now, and Tony couldn’t help but snort. He shook his head. “Nah, I mean you didn’t do a lot face-to-face for me, but I know you did a lot behind the scenes. You did all the work to get us out of exile and back in the states, and you helped clear my war crimes. You always make sure there’s enough food in the common kitchen, stuff that we like. Sam’s favorite creamer. Those protein shakes you think are gross but keep Steve and Thor full. Tons of fresh fruit for me. There’s always enough equipment in the gym, and sometimes you leave us presents, like that rifle scope you made for me and Clint, or those new shoes with the blades in the sole for Natasha. Little things that you can deny when we ask, if you think we don’t like them.”

Tony heaved a long, slow sigh. “Well. Getting you guys back to America and your war crimes overturned was not small, but my lawyers were very excited to have something to research that wasn’t patent law.” He flapped his wing when Bucky’s fingers went lax, just to stretch the muscles. “Besides, T’Challa and Shuri helped.”

“…And you still can’t see why I wouldn’t fall a little bit in love with that?” Bucky asked. “Of all the things you’ve done for us—for me—that was the most selfless. I’d hurt you, orphaned you young, and you still saw fit to forgive me and help me turn my life around.”

“Yeah, well, I also orphaned a lot of people young,” Tony muttered. “And I didn’t even have the excuse of being tortured for several decades. Would have been a bit hypocritical to be mad at you for doing the same thing.”

Bucky pulled his wing up so he could look at him properly, frowning. “You thought you were helping people. I know your dad failed you, but Tony, he helped build the atomic bomb, and look at the damage that did. He thought he was helping people too. It’s not your fault you got caught up in American propaganda and its industrial complex and followed in your father’s footsteps—”

“I can tell this is supposed to be helpful, but you are not helping,” Tony said. “Who taught you these words? Was it T’Challa? Shuri?”

“Natasha, but like, when she was telling me about what happened in the war after I died,” Bucky answered. “My parents were from Romania, you know, I was always curious about—”

“Please don’t talk about it like you died,” Tony moaned, lifting his hands to cover his face.

Bucky scowled. “Come on. That’s basically what happened.”

“Oh my God,” Tony whispered.

“Anyway,” Bucky continued, turning his attention back to Tony’s wing. “Natasha said not to bring up Howard, so, sorry. My bad.”

“Howard wasn’t the worst part of your words,” Tony muttered, scowling.

“What I’m saying is, maybe the way I love you isn’t the right type of love yet. Infatuation, maybe. Touch starvation. Deep affection. But it could be that type of love if you give me a chance,” Bucky said, ignoring him. “And I… I would like it if you gave me that chance.”

Tony turned his head to squint up at him skeptically, wondering if he should force the point about Howard, capitalism, and the American Industrial Complex. He decided against it, though, because one time he’d been talking to Steve and he’d just hissed ‘capitalism’ in a really disgusted tone and Tony had felt the need to flee the room. Bucky shared similar views and quite honestly Tony had sat through enough lectures about capitalism from literally anyone who could get in his fucking ear. He knew enough. “Why me?”

“Because you didn’t look at me weird when you saw me having a panic attack that first night,” Bucky answered simply, and then, “Stop bellowing goddamn it I am being genuine here.”

Tony covered his face again, miserable. “I told you to move out of my fucking way while you were in crisis.”

“I am kindly reminding you that my panic attack was about how bananas taste wrong,” Bucky told him in a tone that belayed any kindness.

“I’d be fucked up too if I went to eat a candy-flavored apple and it didn’t taste like a Runt shape or Laffy Taffy,” Tony said.

Bucky leaned back, glaring at him. “You’re just making up words now.”

He wasn’t, but Tony wasn’t about to tell him ‘yeah, that banana flavor still exists, but in the form of candy.’ “Sorry.”

Bucky scowled at him a little longer, then returned his attention to Tony’s wing. “Anyway. I know now that you hadn’t eaten the entire day and you would have bodychecked anyone that got in your way, but… at the time, everyone was treating me like spun glass on my bad days, especially Stevie. I didn’t want to be treated delicately. I wanted to be treated like I was normal.”

“I’m obligated by Rhodey to say that anything I do is not normal,” Tony cut in.

Bucky didn’t seem offended this time. “Nah, he’s right, you’re a fuckin’ weirdo. But at the time? I just knew you’d treat me the same as you would anyone else. Well, except for Steve, maybe,” he added to himself. “He said you took pictures of him when he was stuck in the ceiling and didn’t help at all.”

Tony tipped his head to frown at him. “Do you think I would not also take pictures from the ground if you got stuck in the ceiling?”

“…Anyway,” Bucky said, clearly answering the question in his mind only. “Like I said. Maybe I’m not in love with you, yet, but I do have a lot of affectionate feelings for you that could become love if you let me have the chance.”

Tony raised his eyebrows. “Even if I tell you to get the fuck out of my way and bodycheck you away from the fruit bowl?”

Bucky leaned over him, lips spreading into a smirk. “It’s sexy that you can protect yourself from me.”

“I bodychecked you in the middle of a panic attack, Bucky,” Tony deadpanned. “It wasn’t difficult. You didn’t even pull a knife.”

“Yeah, but you’re small,” Bucky argued. “I have a natural advantage in fights.”

Tony gaped up at him, speechless. Then he moved his wing down a little bit, gave Bucky a hard look, then swung it down, sending Bucky rolling across the floor.

“Oh, this is a nice change,” Steve said later when he found Tony replaying the shrill ‘fuck?!’ Bucky had let out before slamming into the wall.

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The Limitless Podcast Transcript [S2E9]

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Release Date: August X, 2021 Episode Title: The Charlatan Run Time: 20:32 Minutes

Intro Song: Fake Luv - thankgoditswknd

Johnny: Hello, hello, everyone! Good evening and welcome to the ninth episode of the Limitless Podcast! We're your hosts Johnny Suh and Mark Lee, and boy do we have an episode for you all tonight.

Mark: Yup, that's right! As highly requested by our Patreons, we're doing an episode on the Charlatan, aka the serial killer who has been terrorizing multiple cities now.

Johnny: But before we delve into that, we have an announcement to make. We will be holding off on the podcast's transcripts for now, none of us have been able to reach Crys since the last episode, so we're going to have to put them on hold.

Mark: Don't worry, though! This isn't the first time Crys has kind of disappeared off the face of the earth, I'm pretty sure she'll text one of us soon with some outrageous story about what happened to her.

Johnny: And, also, as you can see, no special guest today, sadly.

Mark: Yeah, we're back to the old format for now, but we'll see who we can reel in next episode!

Johnny: Yup, so that's all for that for now, let's move onto the news! Mark, take it away!

Mark: Yes... so as everyone expected, the Vigilante Ban has been the hot topic for the last couple of days. It was recently put into question with the fight for better insurance policies and healthcare for victims of sudden mutations as well as for the appearance of the "A" team a few days ago at the bank. Speaking of that team up, they've been quiet since their debut, and many people are anxiously awaiting their next move after their bold stand up against the Charlatan. There has been no word from lawmakers or law enforcement about their appearance. And that's all for news!

Johnny: Onto our main topic, now. The Charlatan! Who are they? What are they? Why are they? Etc. We had you all send us your pressing questions or interesting theories on Twitter and Shotaro went through them and picked the ones that came up the most. But, before we do that, I'll have Mark give you all a brief introduction.

Mark: Yes, sir, the Charlatan, as we all know, is officially listed as a "serial killer" according to the police. All of their victims are specified in a "list" that they publish at random times but always after the previous list concludes. The victims on the list seemingly have no correlation to each other, but this is currently being investigated. The Charlatan's modus operandi evolved from murdering people themselves into a more organized crime ring and, as a result, we are even seeing their influence in other countries.

Johnny: Fucking wild.

Mark: Yeah, and since the first list was published, what, a year ago? I want to say it was in July of last year, and since then the Charlatan worked slowly but efficiently. If your name was on the list, then it was like a guaranteed death sentence. And this was true up until their penultimate list, we know for a fact that actor Han Jisung is still alive and well.

Johnny: Yeah, and all the way in Canada, hoo.

Mark: He really went as far as he could to avoid this, and I can't even be mad because, not gonna lie, same. If I had some known serial killer coming after me and I had that kind of money I'd run and hide too. But, I'm so sure about this, the Charlatan would have found a way to get to him if that group didn't push him into creating a new list. The Charlatan's fail rate is eerily low.

Johnny: Huh... with that much information someone would think you're the Charlatan, Mark.

Mark: Uhhh... I'll take that as a compliment? To be honest I just spent four hours on Twitter and went through the second page of Google.

Johnny: Whoa, talk about thorough there, bud.

Mark: Yeah, yeah, but we've barely touched the tip of the iceberg. To date, there have been up to eighty "Charlatan" cases, but really there have only been a confirmed twenty. Meaning, the actual Charlatan was only responsible for twenty while the remaining sixty were copycat cases. If you reference the Charlatan's list, we really only have evidence for twenty of them.

Johnny: Damn... so the Charlatan has followers then?

Mark: Sure, if you want to call them that. I was scrolling through their blog posts and they just seem like bandwagoners, know what I mean?

Johnny: Yeah, it's a little tasteless, I think. Calling yourself a Charlatan supporter after all the crap that's happened because of them, like, it's so disrespectful to the victims.

Mark: That's what I'm saying! But the fact that the Charlatan has such a cult following is interesting already, you know? When was the last time we saw something like this?

Johnny: Hm... probably the Loveholic cases.

Mark: Oh shit that guy.

Johnny: Yeah, that guy. That shit was crazy.

Mark: Quick aside to those who don't know, before the vigilante ban our last episode of season one was supposed to be about Loveholic, is he a villain or a vigilante? But, ya know, events happened and the episode never aired.

Johnny: We lost the script too, not gonna lie I was really sad about that.

Mark: Me too, but it's not like we had much on that guy anyway. Kinda sketch though, I wonder if his profile had changed over the years.

Johnny: Hold on, let me do a quick Google search and...

Transcriber's Note: Hey, guys! Crys here, this next part of the podcast ended up not being recorded for some reason? The mic went out and those two just didn't realize it. So I'm just going to pick up whenever the audio continues.

Mark: Uh... hello, hello?

Johnny: Dude, I can't believe that we didn't notice our mics turned off.

Mark: I know! Shotaro, how's chat looking?

Shotaro: Chat's saying that they can hear you loud and clear. But they didn't catch any of what you said last.

Mark: Damn.

Johnny: Damn.

Mark: It wasn't really relevant anyway, so I guess we can just move on and get back on topic. Seems like the Charlatan is really having a tough time with these vigilantes, huh?

Johnny: Honestly, they even changed their list for those vigilantes, that hasn't happened before and as far as we know all nine are still relatively active despite it.

Mark: Active and working together but, I have to play devil's advocate here, what's taking them so long? Nine against one? Not to be that person but I think with their members they should be able to pinpoint the Charlatan quickly, I mean, they have Cypher!

Johnny: That's what I was thinking! But they also have Mastermind, you know how particular he is with his plans, and even Timekeeper can be argued to be a careful risk taker too, you know.

Mark: I guess, and with the whole list change it's not like many others are at risk right now, but... it's still scary, you know?

Johnny: Of course. Who knows who's going to be on that hitlist next.

Mark: Exactly. But now I'm wondering what the Charlatan's motive could possibly be, you know? Murders and kidnappings, but why?

Johnny: Yeah, there really are no correlations with many of the people on the lists, let alone on the same list. I hope once he gets caught he explains his whole plan.

Mark: Like in the movies?

Johnny: Exactly like in the movies. The Charlatan just has this intriguing aura that I'm so curious of, and no doubt that's why those nine got together too, maybe.

Mark: I can see it, the Charlatan's always one step ahead somehow, like they have eyes everywhere, and their henchmen seem to be doubling and tripling, it's hard to tell who's affiliated with the Charlatan and who's faking.

Johnny: There's something really interesting about those henchmen, though! Have you noticed that they are using certain weapons?

Mark: From previous vigilantes, I know! Just the other day one of those henchmen were spotted holding onto Agust's pistols, isn't that insane? Where the hell did they get those? I'm pretty sure the police rounded up nearly all of them.

Johnny: Well, that's what they want us to think.

Mark: Of course, it is.

Johnny: It's just... interesting. And then there's why they use them too.

Mark: I mean... if you want to go into it... I have a theory.

Johnny: Ooh, do share.

Mark: Well, the definition of 'Charlatan' to begin with is "a person falsely claiming to have a special knowledge or skill, or a fraud." And if the Charlatan's henchmen are using ex-vigilante weapons, maybe they're trying to mimic them? But with that said, whoever the real Charlatan is might be someone well know hiding in plain sight. Likewise, they could be someone entirely random just throwing us for a loop, you know? It kind of fits when we put it up with how the Charlatan seems to be one step ahead.

Johnny: Wait that's actually really good, Mark!

Mark: Then part of me wanted to take it to a larger stretch and say maybe the people on their lists are also somewhat of "charlatans" but, for the most part, the victims seem very normal, nothing stands out about them.

Johnny: I wonder how much more this case will unfold.

Mark: Me too, it really is a twisting case. The police are having so much difficulty figuring anything out about them, the broadcasts are just encrypted so well that the Charlatan's impossible to track down and the use of henchmen makes it even harder.

Johnny: Let alone their weapons, those belonged to vigilantes, and it's not like many of the police force are trained to take direct hits from those.

Mark: Yeah, the whole thing is just a mess.

Johnny: You think this is what they wanted?

Mark: Oh, yeah, definitely. Chaos of some kind, or at least instilling that fear into everyone.

Johnny: Shit... keep our doors locked, right?

Mark: Yeah. I think we went over a good majority of it all, the casefile is shockingly short.

Johnny: For it being a year old, the Charlatan covers their tracks well.

Mark: Uh huh, there's not much we can do about lack of information. There's only eyewitness reports of their henchmen, but nothing on the person themselves.

Johnny: Like I said, lock your doors.

Mark: And on that note, we can probably end this episode early. Thanks for listening, you guys, and as usual we’ll be active on Twitter to answer your questions on CuriousCat and, also as usual, we’ll be answering the first 100 questions that come in. We’ll leave a poll pinned for what vigilante you want us to talk about next and maybe we’ll even throw in something extra. If you check out Patreon right now you’ll see a nifty poll for a secret thing that I think you’ll all enjoy. Oh, and buy us a Kofi! Link’s in our bio on Twitter.

Johnny: Oh and thanks to Crys, as always, for transcribing! She works hard so we don't have to! Make sure to follow her on @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l and buy her a Kofi so she can keep transcribing more of your favorite podcasts.

Mark: And, seriously, stay safe, everyone.

Johnny: We'll see you in the next one!

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Happy Halloween

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Intrulogical (Remus x Logan) Day 31: Dressed up Warnings: sex, choking, degradation

"Oh," Logan exclaims, quite surprised, as he descends the stairs. Laying on the couch is Remus, donned in more casual, and more revealing wear compared to his usual, costume-y attire.

Logan couldn't blame him, though, as he was dressed very much the same. His normal shirt and tie were replaced with a looser fitting tee-shirt, and his blue jeans had been swapped out for a rather tight fitting pair of shorts that just barely stretched past his boxers.

Remus looks up as Logan gets to the bottom of the stairs, and Logan finishes his thought with "you're still here."

Remus grins at him, responding "yup!"

Logan raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms where he stands. His lips were pursed, and admittedly, he was a bit annoyed. "Everyone usually goes out to Roman's side of the imagination on Halloween," Logan says. "Roman makes a whole neighbourhood to go trick or treating, and even though you and Janus don't usually like it, you still like to go and torment them."

They were adults, but in Roman's words that didn't mean they didn't get to have fun. Logan had stayed back every year though, preferring the silence and having the empty house to himself.

That doesn't appear to have happened this year, though, as Remus was carelessly lounging on the couch. At home. Not outside, with the others.

Remus just shrugs though, seemingly not getting what was so surprising about this. "I didn't want to go this year. It's been getting kind of... lame, recently. It's always too similar to the year before. They scream, I laugh, they scold me, and repeat!" His hands move wildly as he speaks, and Logan finds himself drawn to the movement, although he's still unhappy with the way this night has seemingly turned out.

"I still do have my costume though," Remus adds, as he picks his teeth with his sharp nails. "Although, it'd probably look better on you anyway." He turns to grin at Logan, and Logan just rolls his eyes in response.

"The clothes you're wearing now are pretty hot too though," Remus continues, and Logan's half tempted to go back upstairs and spend the rest of Halloween alone in his room. Remus opens his arms wide though, and beckons Logan closer, and although Logan would probably rather skip out on whatever Remus was planning to do, he was admittedly curious.

So, with a sigh, he walks over to Remus, and Remus is quick to pull Logan into his lap. Although he's still sitting down, Logan straddles his lap, and Remus's hands quickly rub over Logan's bare legs and upper thighs, his face contorting into a slight frown as he reaches the shorts.

Although they're short, and although they're tight, they still cover too much of Logan for Remus's taste.

"At least the costume I have would show off more of your body," Remus quips, before grinning back up at Logan's unamused face.

He doesn't seem fazed at all by Remus's touching and his words, but eventually he says "what costume is it?"

"Little red riding hood," Remus sings, finally moving to sit himself up, and keeping Logan in his lap all the while. "I was planning to create a back of horrid looking werewolves to scare the others, but I decided against it." He leans a bit closer to Logan's face though, eyes shining in a way that easily tells Logan that Remus's mind is racing with ideas. "I could always still have some fun with that costume though, so long as you consent."

With another sigh, Logan reviews his options. he can say no and leave and never bring this up again, or he could accept Remus's offer and potentially be thrusted into an unpredictable time with Remus primarily in control.

And unfortunately, Logan was leaning towards that second option.

"Fine," Logan says, with a shrug. "I'll hear out your proposal. My final decision has yet to be made, though," Logan adds, not wanting Remus to think that this was an automatic "yes" to everything he had planned.

Remus seems content with that, though, as he smiles, and then nods, saying "yeah, okay! That's okay!" He scoops Logan up moments later, and then Logan's effortlessly tossed over his shoulder. One of Remus's hands land firmly against his ass, feeling and groping over the unfortunately clothed skin.

The tips of his fingers run over the shorts and over his bare ass, and Logan would be embarrassed to admit to anyone that he weirdly enjoys the feeling of Remus's fingers rubbing and squeezing at the fat.

Remus's fingers continue to pinch at Logan's ass and upper thighs until they reach Remus's room, where Logan's promptly thrown onto Remus's bed as Remus turns his attention to his closet.

He pulls out an outfit surprisingly dangling from a hanger, and Logan can get a good look at the little red riding hood costume.

Well, it sure is something.

Frilly white sleeves that puff around the shoulder and a cut open front with only ribbons that lace it up. With the way the ribbon is weaved, the cut out is still large enough to expose someone's nipples. A black, tight waistband wraps around the middle, and a short, puffy red skirt flares out from it. White frills line the bottom of the dress, and clipped onto the edge of the skirt is a pair of white thigh-highs with red bows at the top of them, and a pair of thin, white panties with red lace trim. Attached to the shoulders was a long red cape with a hood, although Remus eventually tugs it away and tosses it to the ground, deciding it was unneeded.

It was simple, but as Logan stares at it, he gulps.

He was taller than Remus by a few inches, so the already short skirt would be even shorter in contrast to his long legs, and since he had a heavier build, it'd no doubt be tighter against his body as well.

"So?" comes Remus's voice, although he doesn't really sound like he's asking Logan's opinion in order to know if they were going to continue. Instead, he sounded like he wanted to hear Logan stammer and struggle to get any of his feelings about the outfit out while still remaining perfectly composed all the while.

Logan clears his throat, glancing away from the dress in order to formulate his words carefully; he wanted to make sure that he didn't sound embarrassingly eager or too excited, although both were accurate for his current state.

"It's definitely something you'd wear," Logan says, tugging on the collar of his shirt. "There's still time to put it on yourself and go mess with the others."

"Sure there is," Remus replies, glancing over Logan's figure, as if trying to detect any uncomfortable aura radiating from him. Sensing it was more embarrassment than necessarily being uncomfortable, he continues "I'd rather play dress up with my cute little nerd instead." He grins wider, slightly wiggling the dress as if to entice Logan into wearing the thing, and Logan sighs.

"Okay, Remus. Hand it over."

"No!" Remus exclaims, as he pulls the dress closer to his body. "Let me dress you up. Please?" he whines, bottom lip jutting out in a pout, and Logan sighs again, before stating "fine."

If it pleases Remus, then he might as well, and it makes Remus's happily slap his hands against his thighs before moving towards the bed. He carelessly tosses the outfit to the side, and urges Logan to stay on the bed as Remus's hands slip under his shirt almost immediately. He's briefly feeling over the skin and pinching at Logan's nipples before he's pulling away and gripping at the edge of Logan's shirt instead.

He quickly pulls it up and over Logan's head, accidentally taking his glasses with it, but Logan doesn't reach for them so Remus carefully sets them on the nightstand, before going back to Logan. He stares briefly at the short shorts Logan was wearing before he pulls those down, managing to pull Logan's boxers and socks down too, leaving Logan completely nude and exposed sitting on the edge of the bed.

Although he presses his thighs together slightly, he seems otherwise unbothered by his nudity, and Remus seems pleased that Logan doesn't go through extreme legs to slap his hands over his genitalia or nipples. He'd rather see them on display anyway, and he has to shake his head to snap himself out of his own thoughts so he can instead scoot to the other side of the bed and grab the little red riding hood costume.

He peels away the thigh-highs and panties first, and with firm hands he guides Logan's legs throw the holes on the panties and then slides them up. Logan stands as the fabric goes up his thighs, allowing Remus easier access to pull the underwear up over his cock and ass, neither of which were very hidden by the thin material.

Secondly, Remus grabs the thigh highs, and he pushes Logan back onto the bed so he can grab each sock individually and slowly slide them up Logan's legs one by one, his own hands taking extra time to rub over them as if worshipping the limbs, before he backs away from the socks.

Lastly was the dress, which as Remus flipped over, Logan realized had a laced back. Remus pulled out the ribbon holding the back in place and it loosens the outfit enough that Logan should be able to put it on.

"Arms up, baby," Remus coos, and when Logan puts his arms up, Remus slides the dress over his head. Logan works his own arms through the arm holes, and then once again he's standing, although this time with his back to Remus so Remus can grip the silky ribbon and re-lace the back. He slowly feeds the ribbon through the holes in a crisscross motion, pulling on it every so often to tighten the dress against Logan's body.

The black waistband was hardly elastic and hugged his waist tightly, and Remus lacing up the back only served to compress his shirt tighter. He was left gasping by the time Remus finished, and then Remus claps his hands behind him.

"Oo! That skirt hardly covers anything!" Remus exclaims, clearly giddy by the fact Logan's ass was just barely hidden by the all-too-short skirt. Remus also was staring at his thighs, more specifically at the bulge just above the thigh-highs due to how tight the socks were compared to his thick thighs.

Logan attempts to smooth out the front of his skirt, before Remus's hands are on his waist ushering him to turn around.

Remus's eyes scan over his body fully, before he says "I might have to put some makeup on that pretty little face of yours eventually." His thumb slides over Logan's lip, and Remus leans upwards to press a few kisses to the underside of Logan's jaw. "Imagine pretty lipstick being smeared all over your lips and ruined by my cock fucking your throat and my come over your face. You'd look like such a pathetic mess."

He was exciting himself at the thought, but considering the fact Logan merely looked slightly curious and nothing more, Remus decided he'd bring it up some other day, provided Logan will be down to do something like this again.

After a bit of kissing at Logan's neck and his hands sliding under the skirt to pinch and grab at Logan's ass, he pushes Logan back on the bed, and Logan willingly lays down fully. Remus scrambles to get overtop of him, one of his hands pushing the skirt up while the other cups Logan's face, and finally Remus leans closer to press a kiss to Logan's lips.

Arms wrapping up to pull Remus closer, Logan tilts his head slightly so his lips move more fluidly against Remus's. He finally lets his stoic façade melt a bit, eyebrows creasing as Remus's hand slides over his crotch, rubbing at his cock through the panties. Instinctively, his legs spread wider apart, much to Remus's delight, as he bites at Logan's bottom lip before pulling away entirely.

"Can we have sex?" Remus asks, suddenly, looking rather hopeful as his hand continues rubbing over Logan's growing hard on. "Please, Logan? Can I fuck your tight hole?"

Logan props himself up on his elbows, as he replies with "is this why you stayed back this year? You know you could just proposition me whenever." It's a very true statement; Logan would be willing to have sex quite often, as long as he wasn't busy.

Remus just whines, though, as he states "but you're much louder when you know the other's aren't home," and Logan can't really argue against a statement he knows to be true, so he sighs, and instead answers Remus's previous question with "yes, I suppose we can have sex."

His answer prompts Remus to squeal, arms slapping lightly against Logan this time as he happily stims, before he reaches over Logan in order to fully pull out the drawer so he can more efficiently look for the lube, and he grabs it in a matter of moments.

"Do you need to be stretched?" Remus asks, shifting so he can impatiently pull off his own pants and boxers, before holding the lube tighter, waiting for Logan's response so he knows whether to get straight to putting it over his cock or if he needs to put it over his fingers first.

Logan shakes his head, and Remus seems quite giddy that they can jump right into it. He shouldn't be surprised by Logan's answer, and frankly he isn't, due to how much they have sex regularly, but sometimes Logan's into being stretched, and Remus does enjoy pushing him to an orgasm just with his fingers.

He quickly slathers lube over his cock, before he wipes the excess on his sheets, uncaring of the mess. He then grabs Logan's thighs and gives them a squeeze, letting go of one in order to move Logan's panties to the side. He didn't want to take them off, and he could always get another pair if and when they're ruined.

He slides his cock into Logan without any hesitance, letting out a lewd moan at the feeling of Logan clenching down on his cock. Logan's head turns to the side at the intrusion, biting his lip as his eyebrows raise and his hands reach above him to grab at the mattress. Remus can hardly help licking his lips at the sight, before he leans down to catch Logan's lips in yet another kiss, sloppily moving his mouth against Logan's and biting relentlessly at his lips.

His tongue slides effortlessly into Logan's mouth, and when he pulls away he immediately moves to kiss and nip at Logan's jaw. He stays still for a moment, before impatience catches the best of him, and he pulls out only to thrust harshly back in, earning a particularly loud moan from Logan.

"That's right, baby," Remus coos, as his mouth trails lower, teeth trailing over Logan's neck. "Let me hear your whorish moans." His thrusts start up slow as he lets his mouth work over Logan's neck, teeth puncturing Logan's skin and drawing blood. It's been too long since Logan's let him mark him like this, and he sucks a few hickeys over the bite marks before deciding to just suck normal hickeys over Logan's collarbone.

His thrusts speed up as he moves down to Logan's chest, tonguing and teasing Logan's nipples as his hand tightens around Logan's thigh. His sharp nails dig into the fat, and as he moves his head away from his body entirely, he gets to finally get a good look at Logan's face.

Eyes squeezed shut and drool leaking down his chin, Logan looks like an adorably pathetic mess.

Whines and moans are slipping past his lips, head thrown back in a moan as one of Remus's thrusts drive into his prostate, and Remus just grins wider. With a firm grip, he pulls Logan closer, before one of his hands slither up Logan's body in order to grasp at his throat.

He doesn't squeeze just yet, but he does raise an eyebrow, smirk present on his face on he says "I really need to get you a collar. Maybe a pretty blue one with a leash so I can drag you around like the bitch you are." He squeezes Logan's throat teasingly, thrusting harder into his ass, emitting a cry from Logan as his back arches. "Maybe even a shock collar, so I can zap you whenever I please and make you fall to your knees, shaking. Perhaps even a tag on it with my name to show who you belong to."

"Please," Logan gasps out, one of his hands coming to Remus's and squeezing over it, giving his consent to be choked, and it makes Remus grin.

"Whore," Remus spits, although he does in fact squeeze upon being given permission, and Logan's hand falls besides his body, fingers once again scrunching the sheets as he holds tight to them. He whines at Remus's words, before he lets out a choked off moan as Remus holds tighter.

The sensation of Remus repeatedly thrusting into his prostate mixed with one of his hands trailing and squeezing over his thighs and the other cutting off his blood flow and making him feel pleasurably light headed.

Whenever he needed to breath, he'd tap on Remus's hand and Remus would ease up on his pressure, allowing Logan to gulp in a needed breath before Remus goes back to pulling it from him.

"You look fucking stupid," Remus grits, his own eyes staying shut for a few brief moments as he fucks into Logan's hole. "Drooling like a slut and moaning like one too. I bet you'd even get off just on being dressed up like a fucking courtesan."

"Close," Logan gasps out, and Remus squeezes harder to cut off any words entirely.

"If you can still speak then apparently I'm not fucking you hard enough," Remus comments, although he does heed Logan's warning and moves the hand previously settled on his thigh to his cock, stroking him slowly despite his hard and fast thrusts.

Admittedly, he was close too, and he growls out "want me to come inside your tight hole? Stuff you full of my come, bitch?" His hand eases on Logan's throat, allowing Logan to answer, and the audible breath Logan sucks in makes Remus shiver with pleasure.

"Yes," Logan moans out, seconds later. "Please, yes. Come inside of me." He was pleaded for something entirely unhygienic, but it was Halloween. This was what he was considering to be his treat, and it's not like Remus's come would be inside him forever.

Remus grins wider at Logan's answer, purring out "good boy," as he strokes Logan's cock faster, as if rewarding him for giving Remus exactly what he wanted, and Logan arches into it, a quavering moan slipping from his lips, along with near incoherent babbles that are cut short by Remus's hand tightening yet again, much to Remus's delight.

His eyes roll back into his head as Remus comes inside of him with one final thrust, Remus squeezing his throat tight as he lets out a moan of his own as he releases, before riding out his orgasm with a few final thrusts.

He lets himself come to a stop, although he does continue stroking Logan's cock as he pants out "come on, Logan. Come for me, baby. Make a mess of your pretty dress like the pathetic slut you are."

And, well, Logan can't hold back after that, as he comes with a loud cry over Remus's hand and the bottom of the dress, and Remus coos as he basically makes a mess of himself. He's drooling, there's come over the dress and his thighs, and when Remus inevitably pulls out, come begins to leak out of his hole too.

"Messy, messy," Remus tuts, and Logan rolls his eyes in response, before he sucks in a deeper breath.

"Can we shower?" he asks, after a moment, and Remus immediately whines at the question. Logan is in a much worse state than he's in, but he prefers it that way, especially because Logan's so pretty when he looks like a whore. But, alas, he knows Logan values hygiene.

So, Remus pouts, and says "fine, we can shower. Consider that my treat to you, this Halloween. And I'll consider this round of sex your treat to me."

"How generous," Logan quips, as he reaches for Remus, and Remus carefully scoops him up and carries him to the bathroom. The others wouldn't be home until much later, which meant Remus could spend extra time in the shower with him, making sure all the come was pushed out of him and that his wounds were effectively cleaned up without leaving Logan to do it on his own.

He starts the water and then stands there holding Logan for a bit, enjoying their intimate time where they could be alone together without any disruption, and Remus could tell from the way Logan leaned into him and pressed fluttering kisses to Remus's shoulder that he enjoyed it too.

And in reality, Remus staying back from going trick-or-treating happened to be a genuine treat for the both of them; that being rough sex and affectionate aftercare, and both of them end up deciding that this was one of the best Halloweens yet.

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