#everyone waiting for the bathtub scene

[massy2ly]

The scene where Style cries in that car bed has me TERRIFIED for next week.

In episode 7, Style was drugged, tied up, held at gunpoint, confronted and threatened by the man he loved—and NOT a single tear fell. Sure, he was scared, there’s definitely some fear lurking under that cool exterior, but it wasn’t enough to break him.

So, what could possibly make him cry? Why now? What did Fadel do or say? Because let’s be real—Style, the freak, is NOT gonna shed tears just because he’s handcuffed to a bed. No way.

Maybe the adrenaline finally wore off, and he had to take a break from all that sass. Or maybe Fadel’s had enough of being underestimated and showed him who’s really in control. Whatever it is, I won’t be okay.

Do you realize this is the first time we’re seeing Style cry?! My baby Style DOESN’T DO CRYING! He’s the only character who hasn’t cried in seven episodes, and now I’m already heartbroken and scared about what could’ve pushed him to this point. We all hope Fadel wouldn’t hurt him physically, but words? Words can cut so much deeper...

[venmondiese]

A Cure For A Bad Day

Summary: Aemond has one of his worst days ever, nothing seems to go right. At night, at least, he gets the company of his new wife as he bathes.

Based on Ewan Mitchell's and TGC 'Scene Reactions' when he says "When we did that scene, when he had the rain machine going in, the dye on the eyepatch... it just stained the wig"

✧Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader ✧Warnings: MDNI 18+, p in v sex, bath sex, breeding kink, overall very sweet, aemond discovering feelings. ✧Word Count: 5.2k ✧ Ao3 link: here ✧gifs: by myfandomprompts

Aemond is known for many things. He is fierceless, perfectionist, well trained with the sword, and bold. Those things he was proud of. 

And all those things, he was not today.

He trained by morning, and Criston Cole was waiting for him. The sword felt slightly different on his hand, weird, but he just took it that he slept badly and that's why his arm felt numb. 

Now, after losing his eye, he had to learn things differently. He had a considerably big blind spot, and so he learned how to keep it aware of his surroundings as training with the sword. Yet, those things do not have in mind the little rocks on the ground, which he stepped on and twisted his ankle as he tried to defend Ser Criston’s attack.

And with that, he twisted his ankle and slightly cut his hand. 

He was annoyed, but he tried not to pay attention to it. A silly mistake. The rock was on his blind side, how could he notice? It was a rookie mistake, and it burned his cheeks to remember it. 

By the evening, after eating, he decided to ride Vhagar. His girl liked long rides, not so fast but more calm, and prowling around the crownlands skies.

 He did not anticipate the rain. 

For some reason or another, Vhagar was as grumpy as him, and she did not seem to want to go over the clouds in the rain. No, she wanted full on take a bath on the rainfall.

And Aemond had to bear it. But what was worse was when he realised that his eyepatch had dyed his hair. He just picked the worst eyepatch today. 

His hair was slightly silver auburn, and just in some parts. He hated it, and it made his day ten times worse as he realised the eyepatch had been too tight, and it had been suffocating his scar without him realising. 

He had trouble with the sensibility on his left side of his face, and just today he put his eyepatch too tight. It made him furious.

And he decided to make it everyone’s problem. 

He was laying in the bathtub, next to the fire as he had a horrible headache. He came in, demanding a bath as the servants had to rush to get him hot water.

 He took his own clothes off, kicking his boots away, refusing any servants touch as he undoes his own leather jerkin, he unties his breeches, grunting and mumbling in frustration, hating each instance of this day. He thinks a bath will help him to relax even a bit. He just wanted to sleep, and end up with this horrible day. 

His scar itches, and it drives insane. It was as if the itchcame from the deep parts of his cheekbones and it drove him mad. He was at the edge of peeling his own skin to scratch his damn scar. 

Only in his undergarments, he ignores the chilling cold from the chamber, and he walks barefoot as the servants fill the bathtub with hot water. As hot as possible. He walks over the chimney, and throws the eyepatch in, hoping it burns in hell. 

His loose hair, tinted with the dye of the eyepatch. If he only knew who was the mastermind behind it, who decided to spend coins on it; he would kill them. And they better hope this stupid dye can get off with the bath, or head will start rolling. 

The water was hot, but he paid no mind. He liked boiling hot, and he sat against his as he let the attendant boy prepare scents and the oils to put on the water, and to wash him. Aemond didn’t allow him to wash him; yet. He wanted some moments of peace in the hot water, so he remained a good amount of time still.

“Bring me the ointment that Maester Orwyle prepared for my eye” Aemond’s voice is low, yet demanding as the boy gets out, not without bowing to the prince.

He waits, pinching the bridge of his nose as if that would calm his nerves, his headache. He believes it works, so he is focused on it, as he accommodates his legs on the water, trying to be relaxed.

Time is a bit dizzy, and when he hears the door open, he can hear the servants speaking hushedly, as if wanting him not to hear. Good, because he didn’t want to listen to them either. 

He can hear the little taps that the shoes do as the maid leaves the oils for his hair on a near table, and takes his hair on her hands, gently. He doesn’t turn to face her; he just wants the damn dye to get off. 

Hands wash his hair, and if he wants to relax, this is making it impossible. The little tugs and the awful way that scrubs his hair to take the dye off, and the weird caresses on his neck from time to time. 

“You are not doing correctly" he grumbles to the servant with closed eyes as his migraine is persistent. "Learn how to wash a prince's hair" he adds, sharply.

“Apologies” The voice comes as a murmur, a bit strained if even, as the hands go to his neck, and all the way up.

“My prince” He adds sharply, he cannot believe his luck today. “When you address a royal member of the Targaryen House, you use their title. My prince” he says, patronisingly and even angry. 

“Yes, my prince” a little cough at the end, he either thinks the maid is trying to hold back a laugh or embarrassment. Not that he cares, as he has his eye closed and a hand on his temple, his head resting on his hand, that caresses his forehead trying to get that awful headache away

Aemond's face was scrunched up in pain, as his eyes were closed. "Are you new at this? I swear... I am starting to believe that they are just sending me incompetent maids to attend to me..." the young prince groaned.

His body stiffens, as arms go to wrap his neck from behind, and before he can sit up properly, he feels the maid kiss his cheek lovingly as she giggles. “Apologies, my prince…” 

The voice is clear as day, and if his hand was going to fetch the little dagger on the table by his side, it stops. 

He turns his head to his right, seeing your wide smile as you wait for his reaction. He groans, rolling his eyes, which causes you to laugh loudly.

His new wife, she always liked to tease him and cling to him, always hugging him, taking his hand in hers or kissing him all over. He didn’t mind; he always allowed her even at court. But he won’t admit that he likes it too.

“Wife” he greets you as he sighs, and he feels your hand rubbing circles in the back of his neck. 

“I know, I do not know how to wash hair. You’ve made it completely clear”

“I thought you were a servant” he says, looking at her. “You are a highborn lady, you don’t need to know how to.”

“True…” you say, moving some of the wet hair out of his face, and squeezing it so it isn’t dripping. “I heard that my prince had a horrible day, and he was in a bad mood. Servants do talk, you know…” you say looking at him with a smile “Wanna tell me about it?”

Aemond sighs and looks at you, as you take the sponge to wash his body. He sighs as you pour some of the water in his chest and start scrubbing softly.

“"A terrible day... I stepped on a rock, and twisted my ankle and cut my arm in the process... Then i wanted to relax with a ride on Vhagar, but it started to rain, the fucking dye of the eyepatch got all over my hair and eye.. I have the worst migraine now..." his voice is rough, and he seems annoyed at the memory of it. “And I haven’t seen you as much as I’d like”

It wasn’t the worst day he has ever lived. Maybe. When he lost his eye it could be the top one. He won Vhagar, at the cost of his eye. It was an amazing thing, traded for the worst thing that has ever happened to him. He was still living the consequences of it today, as his scar stinged on his skin.

“Not your best day, I see” you say softly, scrubbing his chest. He enjoys it, as he looks at you, leaning back in the bath as you scrub his chest. “I’m sorry to hear it”

“I don’t need pity” 

You chuckle “It is not pity” you say softly, looking at your husband. “What can I do to make you feel better?”

Aemond stays silent. He is not used to someone caring about him like this. Sure, his mother cared for him, and so did Helaena But not like this. 

“Be by my side”

The silence is a bit comforting, as you wash his body. He looks at you deeply, and he cannot help but think how stunning you are. You didn’t find any discomfort in washing him, in caring and tending to him. You never once seem disgusted by his lack of eye, by his empty eye socket, or his ugly scar. Never once you discarded him. 

It was more than often that you placed the ointment prepared by maester Orwyle on his eye, his scar, where his nerves were permanently damaged and they brought discomfort to him. You never once complain.

“You look different” he says, looking at you in the dim lights of the room.

“Different how?” you ask, as you finish brushing his hair, making sure the dye is almost completely getting off his wet hair. He has little curls, which makes you smile like an idiot.

“I do not know. Shining. Radiant. Lovely.” He murmurs, moving one of his wet hands to tickle a strand of hair on your ear. “Different”

“So I usually do not look radiant or lovely…”

“Not what I meant” he groans and you chuckle softly. “You were sick. Now you look much better in… spirits.”

“You look different too” You say looking at him with a smile. Your eyes fall to his chest, and you smile. He notices how you get flustered at the sight of his nakedness. 

“More wounded” he says ironically, leaning back with a sigh. 

“Stronger” you correct him smiling. “More… mhm. I’d say more… Hot”

“You think I am hotter when I'm wounded?”

“Not what I meant” you say chuckling under your breath, “I meant… I like seeing you like this... Leaning back is so... manly, and hot…" 

“Oh, do you?” he asks slightly amused, leaning back still as he looks at you, nodding and smiling. Aemond frowns a bit, and he hisses then you accidentally hit his new wound on his wrist. 

“Sorry, love” you say, kissing his hand, and smiling. “You know, when I was little they cured my wounds like this. With a kiss”

“Did they?” He asks, trying to remain interested even with his headache. 

“Yes. Like this” She says kissing near his wound, a very feather-like kiss. “See? Does it feel better?”

You look at him with an adorable expression, as if you truly think that this would make him feel better. Aemond blinks, as he looks at you. 

It ticks him the wrong way that you care about him. Why would you? Perhaps it is a womanly thing. He wasn’t so sure. Perhaps as his wife, it is your burden, having to make a maimed man feel better. 

The prettiest maiden in court, chained to a maimed man, deformed and always wounded, stuck in the pain of his eye to see beyond. Wasting your best years with him. 

And he cannot decipher why.

“Aemond?” You ask as he trails off. 

“Yeah” he clears his throat, awkwardly, and he moves his legs a bit. “I guess so” 

“Where else does it hurt?” You ask sweetly.

He sometimes hates how kind you can be, he doesn’t know what your upper intentions are, but after all, you are his wife even if he can’t decipher you.

“Well, my eye, obviously…” he says a bit embarrassed “And… my left foot, I guess. And my arm, because I slept on it… and…”

You nod, looking at him as he speaks. He is intimidated, he realises. You make sure to hear all of what he has to say, with your sweet eyes. 

You move to the end of the bathtub, and move to kiss his ankle softly, no complaints, no hesitation. Nothing… odd, about it. Only out of tenderness. You kiss his shoulder, and his left cheekbone, softly, to make sure it doesn’t burn on his skin. He just lets you, because it makes you happy, thinking that it helps.

And he doesn’t realise that it actually helps him, in a way. The smile on your face makes him smile too, and he sighs.

“Better?” 

“Mhm” he hums in agreement, looking at your face. “Better when you're with me, yes” 

He is utterly head over heels for you, even if he isn’t good with feelings. He loves you, even when he seems slightly annoyed by you. 

“And you?”

“And me?” You ask curiously.

“You were sick. Coughing like crazy, and all your body ached.” he says softly, “in confinement, away from me… Do you truly feel better?”

“I am better. Lady Westerling got all of us sick” you say with a slight smirk. “my body still aches a bit, but it’s…” you hesitate a bit, slightly nervous.

“Then join me” he interrupts, moving to try and get you in the bathtub with him. "The hot water will do good to you..."

"It will burn my skin, I hate how hot you take these baths..." you protests, moving his hands off your waist as he tries to pull you in.

"The Blood of the Dragon, wife" he says smugly, smirking. "It is cold, anyways. It is barely warm"

"You like it boiling hot" You say smiling to him, and he presses a kiss on your jaw.

"I do, indeed." He admits "Come on, get in with me"

“Aemond, my nightgown…” you protest, and he rolls his good eye.

“You have others, let it get wet” You seem to give in, as he helps you get in, holding your hand as you enter the bathtub. “It will do good to your aches.” He insists, taking your waist in his hands to place you on his lap.

“I think it is an excuse” you say, blushing a bit as you accomodate on his lap.

“A good one, you must admit” he says looking at you, and he passes his hands all the way up to your back.  “But an innocent one, I must admit” he says, and you tilt your head as if asking him to elaborate “I don’t think I am up for anything, I am too tired for it”

You hum, his still wet hair made him look almost cute. His little curls...

“The dye came off” you say, as he leans to kiss your neck a bit. “I can go to the tailor and ask them to make another eyepatch one for you. More fancy. With real leather. Maybe add some fancy dragon scales in it” 

“Hm. Fine” he says looking up at you, smiling at how delicious you were. He places a kiss on your hand, and he smiles. “What is bothering you?”

You stay still, blinking a bit. “Court. Ladies… at court. They don't seem to like me much. I mean, they like me but I always feel excluded. Like I am doing too much for them to like me”

Aemond looks at you, a bit surprised by it. He places his hands on your waist, and he certainly was thinking about how to comfort you. He wasn’t a court charmer either, so he hummed.

“I thought you had friends.” 

“I do… I guess. They just never seem to think of me when doing things. They do not hate me, no… I am the new one…, and so they just…. Don’t include me”

“I’ll include you” he states nodding. “I’ll bring you with me everywhere. Training, riding Vhagar, in the library, all of it.” He proposes softly. 

“Hm. It would be pleasant.”

You smile softly, your hands, now wet and in the water, move from his abdomen all the way up to his chest.

Your husband was well fit. A prince of the realm, training with the sword since he was little. He practised almost every day, and was very detail-oriented in his field. And that paid off, as he was lean; yet muscular. 

You two were still newlyweds. Maybe three months since you two married, and things were a bit awkward still. You tried to decipher his odd behaviour and he tried the same with yours, starting to know each other personally, yet there was a bond, a silent affection you both shared for the other.

His body felt warm. He had stayed at the bathtub for Gods know how many hours, and he was all wet and shiny. You hand caressed his muscles, going up from his abdomen to where his wispy chest hair were. 

“What is in your mind?”

You hum, and smile “How handsome my husband is” you murmur “How good he is to me…” you add “How much I truly like you…”

Aemond raises his eyebrows, and he looks at you as your hand caress his torso up and down, slowly, as if you were tempting him. 

“Oh?”

You nod softly, and even if he doesn’t know you too well; he knows this face.

You move to kiss his neck, your arms wrapped around his torso as you leave little kisses all over his skin. He chuckles a bit, at your little desperation for the demonstration of love, you were such a physical person for him. 

“Darling, what are you-”

“I just missed you” You say, and he can see in his head the pout you would form if you weren’t so eagerly kissing his neck. 

He chuckles as his hand holds your waist firmly on his lap, and he leans his head back, facing the ceiling as you two spoke. “Very eagerly, I see” 

“You are tired. But let me…” 

Your arms wrapped around him, holding him as you press gentle kisses there, and he smiles, starting to feel the boiling arousal in his abdomen, looking at the ceiling as if it could distract his mind. 

“Very well” 

His arms went to the edges of the bathtub, as he felt the fabric of the nightgown against his chest, and he certainly was starting to enjoy the constant nibbling and wetness of your kisses. 

Aemond lets out a quiet groan, enjoying the gentle bites at his neck, as he feels his neck a little warmer. “You little minx- Did you just give me a hickey?”

Your giggle tells him all, as you move your lips to the start of his clavicle. His good eye closes as he enjoys the way your mouth feels against his sensitive skin. 

“You are simply… delicious” you murmur, your kisses going lower to his chest, before stopping a moment.

“Do not tell me you want to leave a hickey there…” He says, moving his head down to look at you.

As he imagined before, your mouth turns into a pout as you frown; most adorably he must add. 

“Oh, please! Let me try” You ask him “It is a way to show you that I missed you” You add, trying to convince him as he chuckles, making a mocking sound. 

Aemond rolls his eyes as he feels your eager mouth sucking the skin of his chest, as if he was some kind of… not even he knew. It felt strange. Worshiped and feral. That’s how it felt, at least for him.

Once you separate, you look at your work, your thumb moving along the bruised skin with a satisfied smirk. 

“Looks so good on you” you swear, as if it was a matter to be known. 

“If it makes you happy” he says, accommodating on his seat, the water moving along with him. “My turn, then?” 

You shake your head with a giggle “You always make it a mess!”

That he did, and he smiles a bit, seeing the lack of lovemarks of your neck.

It is you who eagerly kiss him, and press your body to his, as if needing him. He isn’t one to complain, as he feels your eager lips pressing against his and your tongue invading his mouth. Rather bold, to his taste. But he likes it.

Your hands on his shoulder make their slow way down, passing temptingly slow from his chest, to his abdomen. He gasps in the kiss, as if he was some kind of maiden, when he feels your hands underwater on his crotch and touching his cock. 

He frowns a bit as he separates, trying to demand an answer. “Wha-” he tries to ask before you shut him up with a kiss, not even letting him speak.

Rather eager, aren’t we… He thinks, but he isn’t one to complain, as your touch is like magic to his dick. In the water is odd, he has to admit, but his member thinks otherwise as he gets aroused from your eagerness.

You smooch him with kisses, and he feels… intimidated, in a good way. You don’t even allow him to breathe without going for another kiss, desperate. Feral.

He has a feral wife, it seems. 

“Darling, what are you…” he asks amused as you break the kiss, just to move your wet skirts all the way up, but he can’t see much of your pussy in the water, which he dislikes a lot. 

“I missed you” you repeat “A lot.” 

“It isn’t as if you were confined in a tower for years. It was barely two days. And I visited you-”

“I need you, husband” you state impatiently, as your knees move to the sides of his hips. “so, if you are tired, I’ll do it” 

He blinks, surprised and taken aback. He is rather amused and aroused, at his bold wife.

“Alright” he says, looking at you as you can do the work alone. 

He isn’t tired for sex, not at all. He can certainly get the energy, maybe not perform as usual, but he’ll do it if you ask. You didn’t even need to ask for it. But seeing you in control is better than that.

You rode him once, for later to admit that it wasn’t your favourite position, because you grew tired quickly. He didn’t mind, but now he thinks he’ll have you riding him at least once a week.

The way your dick enters your body is slow, as you slowly lower yourself on it. He can see your face contoured with pleasure, how you shut your eyes, and your hands grip on his shoulders as you whimper on it, you open your mouth and he leans to kiss your neck a bit, as if wanting to give back the affection you give him.

More than bounce on it, you find it more practical to grind on it. Your hands, that move between his waist and his shoulders, as if you didn’t know where to hold him to help you grind against his cock.

“That’s so good…” you whimper as you grind on his cock. 

The water moves around, the harder you grind, the harder it moves on the bathtub. He is even sure that some of it has overflowed the bathtub, as he looks at your pretty face, as you moan needily. His hand moved to pull down your nightgown, just enough to expose both of your tits in the firm fabric. He pulls it down to expose your shoulders a bit, and it is a sight that only arouses him more.

“It’s so good, baby?” He asks looking up to you, and he leans his head to kiss your nipple, gently. 

He knows you missed him. You are not rough, or a mess on his cock. You are doing it so prettily, so sweetly, he knows that you truly have missed him and his touch. 

“Yeah, so-so good.” You babber a bit, nodding as he kisses your other breast softly. He does not hold you, he has his hand on the back, trying to keep him firm as you ride him. 

His right hand holds your waist, as he notices. Your arms are on his shoulders as you whimper and moan, grinding him, not even minding the water around.

He has to admit, in the bathtub isn’t as comfortable as outside of it. The water doesn’t help to be smoother, if anything, he has the impression it does the contrary. It may be just him, as you don’t say anything against it.

“So eager, baby…” he says amazed, and now he feels like the one worshipping you. He just adores you, he realises, as he sweetly talks you through it “You just needed me, this badly?” He asks, kissing your jaw.

The little nods you give him are enough to get him moving his hips slowly up to meet your little grinds and bounces.

He kisses your breast again, and the other, and the other. He adores you, how the little mewls from your mouth are so arousing for him as you clench your pussy around him. 

“Aemond…” you whine. “Feels.. amazing, so good...” you repeat, as if you couldn't think of anything else, as he looks up to you. 

 He is just surprised you have gotten this far without begging him to take control. They way he’d take your waist and flip you around, to make you hold the other edge of the bathroom, just to take you from behind, again, and again, and again. The water would overflow the bathtub completely, and his seed would be securely in your womb. 

But you don’t ask him, and he doesn’t do it. He likes the sweetness of it. He likes how you look at him needily for both of your lips to meet on a kiss, passionate as your bounces and grind are slightly weaker. 

“My special girl…” he murmurs, kissing you again and again, not minding if they are pecks or if he has the opportunity for his tongue to play with yours. “I love you”

You nod, whimpering and whining as you say it back. I love you, I love you, I love you. Again and again, as if it was some prayer.

“Aemond” you moan into his mouth, 

“I know. Can you feel how good you take me?” He asks softly, kissing your chin, as he holds your waist to help you bounce on his cock. The splash of the water amuses and arouses him, and he groans at the sight of your nightgown fully soaked, glued to your figure.

“Mhm. Yes, yes, Gods, yes” you said, probably numb and already cockdrunk, just enjoying the feeling of his cock so deep inside.

“You want me to fill you, hm? To make you round with my seed, baby?” He asks, looking at you, moving to kiss your neck. 

He is also rambling at this point, as you squeeze him in the perfect way, asking to be filled with cum. He ignores how the water splashes his chest and back, how it is practically soaking the carpet under the bath, and making a mess. He has to remember how wet it might be so you two don’t slide on the floor. 

“Aemond, I… oh, Gods, Aemond!”

You little moans are music to his ears, as he holds your waist to move you down to his cock, to his taste. Not as rough as usual, but certainly desperate enough to want to cum.

“Will you cum for me, darling?” He asks, as he feels your hips grinding more desperately on him, and he throws his head back on the edge as he feels his balls tighten as well. You did wonders on him. “Cum for me and I’ll fill you up as you so much like” he promises, almost feral for you to cum. 

Your release made him moan, loudly, as he held you tight on his cock as he cums as well. He looks lazily at you, panting and whimpering still, which only serves to fuel the last remains of arousal on his abdomen, filling your womb with his cum. He hopes it takes root  and to see you grow pregnant as moons pass by.

“Thank you” you say, breathless against his chest, kissing his cheek sweetly. 

He smiles a bit, by how pleasure drunk you obviously were. He moves you slightly, to pull out from you and accommodate you on his chest, which you take comfort in. “Nothing to be thankful for. I thank you. Having sex is rather… good for when one had a bad day” he says smiling. 

You smile, and look at him, caressing his chest as you remain in this position, calmly breathing as he tries to stop panting. 

“Have I made it better?” You ask, softly, looking up to him.

He chuckles softly, almost amused by how ridiculous the question was.

“Just by having a sight of you, you make my day better” he says. 

Even if he was new to this whole marriage thing, even if sometimes he didn’t know you that well as your ladies-in-waiting and sometimes just allowed you to be even if it bothered him. He didn’t understand you most of the time, but he certainly adored you, very dearly. 

“I can make it even better” you say almost proudly, and he raises his eyebrow, looking at you laying on his chest. The water wasn’t even hot anymore, but more cold than he could bear. 

“Oh, how so?” He asks amused. “Did you claim a dragon? Only that can top the amazing moment that we just-”

“I am with child” you say simply, looking at him with a smile. 

He stops on his tracks, and looks at you as he takes in what you said. He blinks, looking at you, and you smile awkwardly at him. Was he happy? The prospect always puts him in a good mood. But maybe it wasn’t as you thought? One thing was words, and other actions.

You watch his eye as he seems to have hundreds of thought per second, his face slight confused as he frowns a bit, before his lips turn into smile full of disbelief.

“Are you joking?” 

“No... Maester Orwyle informed me this morning” you say softly. “He says that probably our wedding night was fruitful. I don't know. I don't look that pregnant, after these months. We have to figure it out in these days, so we can see when the birth is due... It's funny, because at first we thought it was from the sickness, that I got the worst part… but I just happened to be sick and pregnant”

That's why Maester Orwyle looked at him with a slight smirk as he helped desinfect his arm after training. You probably asked him to keep the secret so you could tell him.

That's why there was something off about you. He couldn't get exactly what, but something was off. It made sense, how nervous you were and how you tried to tell him before, but he was a fool to not notice it.

“Oh, my love…” he says, as he wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly to him. “Oh… I don’t… I... What can I even say to that?”

He is surprised, and he can’t believe it. You were pregnant. You actually were. His little offspring, growing in your womb right at this moment. Your stomach was not firm by any mean, he couldn't decipher it even if he liked so.

“That is… That is the best thing anyone has ever told me” he admits, chuckling a bit in surprise. “You are going to be a mother. And you are going to make me a father” 

"We are, indeed" You say smiling to him. "In some months, it will be me, you and a weeping babe"

He can feel his nose burn as he smiles, the image on his head as he forces himself not to cry of happiness, a weird chuckle comes out of his mouth.

"You are right" he says looking at you. "So, you are definitely moving to my chambers now, aren't you? No more personal chambers, no more confinement when sick. You are not leaving my side, not you or our little dragon" He states nodding, not for discussion. He can't have you just wandering around without him near to protect both of you.

He smiles, as you giggle. His day certainly got better, all thanks to you. His hands caress your back soothingly, as he is just... happy. He forgets about his horrible day, how his ankle still hurts or how his scar stings on his cheek and forehead as he smiles. What is that compared to the joy of knowing that he will be a father? A father to your children as well?

“Now, how come Lady Westerling got my pregnant wife sick?” he teases you as you roll your eyes. “She is in so much trouble, who does she think she is? Both my wife and my sweet baby? Oh, she is not going to see sunlight ever again-”

“Aemond!” you giggle, but he smooches your cheek with kisses that only makes your giggles grow louder.

[ayyy-pee]

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Pairing: Model!Shoko Ieri x Female Reader, Model!Utahime Iori x Female Reader, Shokohime x Female Reader

Summary: You're a top Public Relations manager covering Tokyo Fashion Week. All the drugs, sex and outrageous going ons never see the light of day. Why? Because it's your job to cover up scandal.

But that doesn't mean you can't have your own risky fun.

Story Warning: Smut, LESBIANS, Reader works in Public Relations, Mentions of Drugs, Mentions of hookups, Bath sex, Bathtub Threesome, Cunnilingus, Cum Eating, Profanity bc c'mon...it's me, Vaginal Bumping and Grinding, Referenced STRAP usage, Fingering, Secret Flings, Sneaky Sex, Dub-con? (Reader and ShokoHime have a few drinks...but do consent to sex), Sneaking Around, Secret Recordings

Art by: Cake__Sensei (Twitter)

A/N: I FINALLY finished something for my Jujutsu Journal Collab Event! I hope yall enjoy!!! Thank you to everyone participating and for everyone who has helped me to reach 3k followers!!!

You’ve always loved the fast paced feel of Tokyo Fashion Week. The bright lights flashing and catching every crease and detail of the fabrics on display. The music thumping and crowd cheering as the models strut down the runway. The chaos backstage as everyone rushes to slip in and out of the next garment in time for their cue. Yes, you loved being a part of that feeling, you loved capturing that feeling. Because it was your job to catch every crease and detail, the sexy walks of the models, the mayhem that happens behind the scenes while the audience patiently waits.

It’s exhilarating, really. Being invited to such elite and exclusive events has changed your life in ways you could have never imagined. When you first started your career in fashion, you would have never dreamed of making it this far. This was worlds away from filming street fashion on your shitty little cell phone and interviewing small time designers. But you’ve worked so hard, worked even smarter and have networked your way to the top of your department.

And now, you're the head of the PR team for one of the top fashion magazines in Japan, currently assigned to cover the after party of Tokyo Fashion Week to collect enough content for a post show documentary.

The after party is as wild as you’d imagined it would be. The ritziness and glam of the actual fashion show can hardly be found here. It’s all thumping loud music, raunchy dancing and paraphernalia scattered across various surfaces. 

Looking for sweaty bodies bumping and grinding in off the runway Dior? You’ll find it here. 

Want to catch someone snorting a line in vintage Chanel? Just turn your head in any direction, really. 

Can you see a pair of this season’s YSL heels peeking out from around the corner where someone is on their knees giving the sloppiest blowjob? Absolutely.

And it’s your job to make sure that what’s happening here never sees the light of day.

You love scandal, because it gives you a job, pays your bills and keeps your lights on and food in your fridge. As long as some celebrity is getting into shit they’re not supposed to, you’ll always have a job. But outside of work, you loathe scandal, avoid it at all costs because the biggest cost would be your career. Sure, you’ve joined in on the fun, partook in scandalous behavior from time to time, but you’re always careful. There are never any traces, never any receipts, never any damning evidence that could lead back to you.

No one will ever know that you spent a weekend in Bali with famous pop musician Satoru Gojo while his wife waited patiently for him to return from “filming” a new music video.

They will also never know about your brief tryst with his best friend, Suguru Geto in Nara, Seoul and Bora Bora. Not even Satoru.

And your romantic holiday trip with award winning actress Yuki Tsukumo? As far as everyone else knows, it never happened.

See, you were that damn good at your job. That’s why you were the head of your PR team, after all. It’s why you knew exactly where to direct your videographer to point their camera. You spot the rolled dollar bills and white lines before they can react, finger pushing the camera sideways to focus on something else.

Lo and behold, it points to a group of models standing casually off to the side of the party as they mingle with guests. You recognize one face among the crowd, those deep purple bags beneath his eyes highlighted by the flashing neon lights.

It’s Choso, a model, with his hair up in space buns, a part of his styling. He’s dressed to the nines in the most stylish streetwear of the season, his signature Prada combat boots on. 

You’ve known Choso for quite some time, often running into each other at these afterparties. Years ago, in the early hours of the morning, you’d clumsily attempted a drunk hookup. Every kiss, every touch, every attempt to work each other up to something more amounted to nothing. It ended with you both tangled in each other’s arms, falling apart with laughter. And so, you’d decided you were better off as friends, and had become quite close since. It worked better for you both that way. You just weren’t into each other like that.

But Choso has been a good friend to you. You often find yourself hanging out together after the chaos of the fashion show has died down and a new session of mayhem has begun for the afterparty. You haven’t seen him in months, but that doesn’t seem to make a difference because Choso spots you easily behind the camera and waves you over to his group of friends.

“Haven’t seen you since Paris,” he calls out to you as you approach. He slings an arm around your shoulders, hugging you tightly to his chest and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I know! I’ve missed you!” You yell back. “How have you been?”

“Not too bad, not too bad at all. Dating someone now!”

You lean back in his hold, brows rising to your hairline. “You? In a relationship?” 

You’re shocked. You’ve seen Choso go through different women, but never heard him refer to whoever he was seeing as dating. He nods, just as one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever laid eyes on approaches you two. Her lips quirk into a pretty smile and you can tell right away that she’s not a model. The smile is far too genuine, but that’s not to say she couldn’t be one if she wanted. She’s stunning, with smooth caramel brown skin and braids that fall down her back, and big brown eyes that you can already see Choso getting lost in as he pulls away from you to wrap his arms around her waist. He peers down at her, the awe apparent in his gaze. Like he just can’t believe he’s got her.

“Hey, babe,” he mutters just before his lips meet hers in a hungry kiss.

Oh, he’s in love, love.

Choso introduces you to his babe, Kamila and she’s as sweet as she looks. But you don’t get to talk to her much, because Choso is not willing to spend any time he’s not obligated to away from his love. You don’t blame him. She’s breathtaking. You can’t help but smile, watching as Choso and his girlfriend completely forget they’re at this party together, surrounded by people. 

Which is fine, because it’s about time to wrap it up yourself so that you and your crew can also take time to enjoy the rest of the festivities.

Turning to your associate, you signal for them to hand you their camera. They quickly switch it off before placing it in your hands. “Go party,” you tell them, dismissing them for the night. “Nothing crazy,” you add. “And if it gets crazy, make sure there’s nothing that can be traced back to the company. And if something happens that can be traced back to the company, call me.”

They know the rules. They’re the same ones you follow and the same ones the company practically beat into your skull when you were first brought on. So far, they’ve worked for you. No one has been able to outsmart any of you. Your team is solid.

“Got it boss,” your cameraman exclaims. Then they’re off to get into whatever trouble the night has in store for them.

And while you’re pondering what trouble you can get into, it seems to find you first.

“Boss, huh?” A sweet voice questions behind you. You spin around to see Choso and his girlfriend are now nowhere in sight. Instead, you’re face to face with two of the most alluring women you’ve ever laid eyes on. They’re dressed in skin tight dresses that leave little to the imagination, their long legs exposed and damn they look good. You recognize them from the show and from the model roster.

The beautiful slender one with the cute little beauty mark beneath one of her tired eyes – Shoko Ieiri. She’s got a bit of an intimidating aura and a smile that has your heart pounding rapidly behind your ribcage. She’s a bit scary. And admittedly, you find it sexy. 

You’ve never spoken to Shoko. The models are usually too busy working and racing around backstage to have much time to mingle. By the time the show’s over, they’re either back in their rooms or out at whatever party they can get into. But have also never heard anything negative about Shoko from any contacts in the industry, which speaks volumes to you. You hear everything. It’s easy for anyone to get their hands on anything if they try hard enough.

When there’s nothing to find, it means they’re good at keeping their dirt swept under the rug. Those are the types of people you get along best with.

Then, there’s the slightly shorter one, with a rough scar that runs from one side of her face to the other in contrast to her soft features – Utahime Iori. She’s as striking as Shoko – curvy and looks soft in all the right places. 

Again, nothing crazy about Utahime. You’ve heard she’s quite the hothead, which would be quite interesting if it were true. She has a less intimidating air about her. Her big brown eyes make her seem sweeter than the woman standing beside her. It makes her all the more intriguing to you.

Regardless, they both have their pretty gazes on you and for a split second, you feel the roles reverse. In this world, you’re at the top of the food chain. Everyone else is the prey. Because you could spin any story, take any insult slung your way and crush your target. Because no one had anything on you. But for some reason, as these two women stare you down, Utahime with her bottom lip pulled between her teeth and Shoko puckering her lips around the butt of a cigarette, you feel like they could destroy you.

And if there’s one thing you love, it’s a woman who feels dangerous.

So when Shoko asks if you’d like to join her and Utahime for some drinks, you really can’t say no. And you don’t want to.

- - - - - - - - -

“What’d you think of the show?” Utahime asks eagerly. You’re all seated on one of the expensive velvet sofas on the second floor of this club. Shoko has made herself comfortable, leaning back against the arm of the chair. And you’ve made yourself even more comfortable, seated between her long legs and leaning against Shoko’s chest while Utahime sits next to you, idly playing with your fingers.

You take a slow sip of your drink. It’ll probably be your last for the night. From the moment you laid eyes on these two, you knew what direction you wanted the night to go. You want to be sober enough to enjoy it.

Utahime peers up expectantly at you with those big brown eyes of hers, long lashes curling cutely and it makes your cheeks heat. The alcohol is not helping with how easily your body is responding.

“It was really good,” you finally answer. Utahime beams, a little smile beginning to grow on her lips.

“Really?” She asks, and you nod. “We did good?”

Behind you, you feel the vibration of Shoko’s chuckle rumble against your back. And as you stare down into Utahime’s eyes, it’s clear why.

Okay. This one likes praise, you note mentally. You nod again. “So good.” And you’re unable to stop the smile forming on your lips when Utahime’s grin widens. She looks over to Shoko, who lazily takes a drag of another cigarette, blowing her smoke out of the side of her mouth to avoid suffocating you. Her long fingers trail absentmindedly up and down your arm as she listens to you and Utahime continue on about the show.

You’ve noticed that Shoko isn’t very talkative. She’s more observant than anything and while that would usually bother you, there’s something about Shoko that puts you at ease. Like you can put your life in her hands and can be confident you would be alright. Maybe it’s because everything around you is always so busy, always so loud. Her silence feels grounding amongst the chaos. 

But you also find her silence a little funny since she and Utahime seem to be so close. Utahime seems more the party type than Shoko does. She’s outgoing and friendly, warm and inviting. It’s such a stark contrast to Shoko, and yet they’re always with each other. Even earlier in the night, if Shoko went to the bar, Utahime was right behind her, telling you they’d be right back before chasing after her. If Utahime wanted to dance, Shoko was next to her. You suppose opposites do attract.

You suspect they’re more than just colleagues or friends and you file that tidbit away in your mind. If the night is headed where you want it to go, where you suspect it’s going to go, you need to collect any pertinent information you can beforehand. 

Just in case.

“Ugh,” Shoko groans, leaning forward suddenly to smash her half finished cigarette into the ashtray on the side table next to her. “All this noise is making my head hurt.”

Utahime nods in agreement. “It has been a long day…” She sits straighter, grasping your hand tightly she asks, “Should we get going?”

Damn, you think. You’re a little disappointed to think the night is ending here. “Are you two heading home?” You’re sure the frown on your face is clear, even in the darkness of the venue. You don’t want them to go yet.

Shoko snorts, shaking her head. She leans back against the chair, looping an arm around your waist and pulling you back onto her. “No,” she breathes, and she’s so close to your ear, you can feel her breath ghost along your skin, can smell the faint mixture of nicotine and spearmint. “We don’t live anywhere near here,” she explains, fingers gliding along your skin again. “Hime and I got a reservation at one of those onsen hotels up the street.”

“It’s really nice from the pictures I saw online,” Utahime adds, a cheerful lilt to her tone when she speaks. “Can’t wait to get there.”

You can feel the shift in the atmosphere when those words leave her lips. The air is thick, heavy. You’re familiar with this feeling. You know it all too well, and your heart races in your chest. Behind you, you feel Shoko’s body tense up briefly before she relaxes.

Then Utahime is crawling along your form, moving closer to you, closer and closer, and you think she’s going to try and kiss you. And damn it, you’d let her…if it was you she was aiming for. Instead, you watch, eyes blown wide with curiosity and honestly, desire as Utahime presses her plush lips to Shoko’s. Normally, you’d be elated to know your hunch was correct, that they were in fact more than friends, but you can’t seem to care when you see their lips connect. Their kiss is sweet at first, just a few light pecks, quiet sighs between them. Until Utahime grins into the kiss, pulling back slightly to giggle at the way Shoko’s brows knit together. Shoko frowns, bringing a hand up to grip Utahime’s long chocolate tresses.

“Don’t tease me, Hime,” she breathes through gritted teeth. Then she’s pulling Utahime’s face to hers, smashing their lips together for a messy, passionate kiss. And all you can do is watch as their tongues slip into each other’s mouths, breaths heavy as they quietly moan into each kiss. It’s so sexy, the way Utahime whimpers. How Shoko nips at Utahime’s already swollen lips. How Shoko pulls you tighter against her, pressing your ass against her groin.

You’re not sure if it’s the drinks you’ve had with these girls, the cigarettes or the scent of their perfumes that has your head swimming. Hell, maybe it’s a mixture of it all, but you’re so turned on watching these beautiful women kissing in front of you. All of their lust being poured into each slot of their lips, every groan and whimper between them, it’s all so arousing. You squeeze your thighs together, prompting a soft chuckle from the woman behind you. Shoko breaks away from the kiss, releasing her hold on Utahime’s hair who pouts cutely, sitting back on her knees.

“Don’t look so sad, Hime,” Shoko coos. She turns her attention back to you. “Just seemed like someone wanted to join us.”

And you do. You want to join them real fucking bad.

But when Shoko leans forward, just trying to press a kiss to your neck, your brain suddenly crawls out of the fog. You’re out in the open, in a compromising position with two models, at that. So you move, a hand flying up to push Shoko back a little.

Her brows furrow, head tilting in confusion and she releases her hold on you. “Oh– Sorry, I didn’t mean to assume…I just thought–”

“No you’re right,” you reassure them. Your eyes dart around the venue, and while everyone is likely drugged up or too drunk out of their minds to notice three girls feeling each other up in the club, you can never be too careful. “Just…not here. Let’s go back to your hotel.”

Shoko looks at Utahime, who stares at you two with eager eyes and a smile that would melt anyone’s heart. “Okay! Let’s go!”

- - - - - - - - -

Shoko checks you all into the hotel, and the room is as beautiful as you’d imagine it would be. There’s a main bedroom with a fluffy king bed ready to be slept in…or not. Off to the side of the room is a small dining area, and through large glass doors is the onsen bath, the water already run by the hotel staff for you. It screams luxury. You can see the steam curling from the water and god, if you couldn’t use a bath to wash away the day.

You set your bag and camera down on the dining table. Stretching your arms over your head, you take in the room, moving across the space. “This hotel is fucking incredible,” you gasp. “I can’t believe your agency spoils you guys like this.”

Shoko laughs, kicking her heels off and setting them in the little armoire by the entrance. “Right? I was surprised myself. Make yourself at home,” she tells you from the other side of the room.

She didn’t have to tell you twice. You couldn’t wait to crawl into that bed and – 

“What’s this for?”

You peek over your shoulder, eyes landing on Utahime fumbling around with the camera and panic sets in. You cannot lose that footage. “Please don’t touch that!” It comes out more forcefully than you intended and Utahime sets the camera down quickly, holding her hands up defensively. 

“Sorry!”

You rush toward her, only to be stopped in your tracks by Shoko, who places her hands on your shoulders. “Hey, relax. She was just looking.” She fixes you with a small smile, running her hands soothingly along your arms. And it does calm you, the earlier fear you felt melting away. “Be glad you caught her before she dropped it.” Shoko shakes her head, releasing your shoulders before she turns, moving towards the other woman. Utahime stands still, watching and waiting as Shoko slips behind her easily. Shoko’s fingers pinch the zipper of Utahime’s dress and drag it along the fabric until her dress slowly loosens around her chest and your gaze falls to the movement. “She can be careless sometimes,” Shoko speaks softly. Her fingers glide along Utahime’s collarbone, dragging down to the swell of her breasts. “Don’t mind her.” 

Shoko spins around, and Utahime follows, gently pushing Shoko’s hair aside. She presses a soft kiss to the back of Shoko’s neck and you watch as she trails kisses along the side of Shoko’s neck, pulling quiet sighs from the taller woman as she pulls the zipper until the fabric falls to the floor, revealing her bare slim form. Shoko turns back around and captures Utahime’s lips with hers, only breaking away to whisper, “Be more careful, okay?” before she’s back on her.

And all you can do is watch, the nerves you felt earlier about the camera now melted away. Beneath the soft lighting of the hotel room, they look like ethereal beings. Too innocent to be partaking in such salacious behavior. Arousal pools in your core as the vision of the two model’s tongues tangling sends you spiraling. Have you ever been so turned on, so eager to touch someone, to feel their body on yours? Even your nights spent with the most famous celebrities never had you so tempted to slip your hands into your panties.

It’s the way Shoko holds onto Utahime’s form against her own. How she reaches a hand up to pull down the loosened fabric against Utahime’s chest. How Utahime becomes exposed, her supple breasts falling gently. Utahime’s soft whimpers when the chill air ghosts along her pretty pink nipples, the buds puckering when Shoko rolls them gently between her fingers.

Shoko sighs, pulling away reluctantly. “You’re so pretty,” she whispers, hands kneading Utahime’s breasts. “So beautiful. My perfect girl.”

You can see the way Utahime’s eyes light up from across the room, a shy smile lifting the corners of her lips. “No, you,” she teases and Shoko chuckles.

Her heated gaze finds yours from across the room, how you’re watching them intently with desire clear in your eyes. Utahime follows her line of sight, and it’s clear to her what Shoko wants. She raises her hand, inviting you over to join. And you don’t hesitate. Like magnets drawn to each other, your legs carry you to them with ease.

Both women welcome you, the anticipation clear. They want this just as badly as you do, and for a moment, you wonder if their panties are just as soaked as yours. They’ve been kissing each other, touching each other, getting to taste and enjoy each other while you’ve gotten the pleasure of watching from the sidelines. Now you’re about to partake in these pleasures with them. You’re more excited than you care to admit.

Utahime takes your hand, guiding you closer and closer until you’re standing right in front of her. “Are you okay with this?” She asks, eyes locked on your parted lips and you nod your consent.

“Yes, I want this.”

Utahime’s bright eyes travel to Shoko, who watches you both with hardly concealed interest. 

“This stays here, though. Right?” 

You want to be sure before moving forward. Not that you were concerned, but better to have heard it with your own ears.

”Of course,” Shoko confirms. She bites down on her lip before looping an arm around your waist. Now she has both you and Utahime in her hold. “Now kiss her.”

The command has your core aching. You’ve wanted nothing more than to know what it felt like, tasted like, to kiss them. Didn’t matter who first or if it was both at the same time. You just wanted to feel their lips on yours.

And you do, when Shoko dips her head down to bury her face in your neck just as Utahime presses her mouth on yours. The moment their mouths connect with your skin, your body ignites with heat. Utahime is an amazing kisser. She has pretty, plush and soft lips that easily mold against yours. And she makes cute little noises when your tongues touch.

Shoko on the other hand, is a bit rougher, hungrier with her kisses. When she cups your cheek and breaks your kiss with Utahime by turning your head, she’s quick to nip at your lips. Her tongue slips into your mouth the second you let out a moan. While you and Shoko are heavily making out, Utahime takes this time to grab your hands, laying them against her large breasts.

“Touch me,” she sighs, squeezing your hands beneath hers and moaning at the applied pressure. 

You oblige, hands running lightly over the hardened buds and you revel in the way Shoko moans a quiet “I love the way you play with her tits…” into your mouth. “I wanna see you play with her pussy later.” You whimper into the kiss, her confession making your cheeks heat. You’ll admit, this is your first threesome. It’s hard to focus, your mind is so foggy with the arousal building in your core. It’s all too much – too much movement, too much touching, too much sound and way too much going on with your own body.

Your lips tingle, almost numb from how hard and greedily Shoko kisses you. Your skin vibrates with the way Utahime is practically helping you to play with her breasts. And your panties are probably dripping with arousal right now. You are desperate to cum.

“We should get into the bath,” Utahime groans when you cup her breasts. She leans forward, nudging Shoko away from your lips. Shoko gives her hardly any space at all, taking one side of your mouth while Utahime takes the other. Then it’s all three of your tongues tangling together in this sloppy, wet kiss. 

Though you’re all reluctant to break away, Shoko moves first, stepping back enough to grab the hem of your shirt and peel it off of you, forcing Utahime back as well. You’re all breathing heavily, flushed and aroused beyond measure, but you still nod. “Yeah, let's get in bath…” 

++++++++++

“Have you been with a woman before?” Shoko asks, lacing her fingers between yours as she guides you into her lap. You straddle her, though you don’t sit fully on her lap yet.

You’ve all slipped into the warmth of the deep hotel bathtub. Shoko sits half submerged on the bathtub’s built-in bench with her back against the tub’s wall. If your body was burning up before, it’s on fire now, your pulse racing after spending the last few minutes lathering each other’s bodies and kissing until your lips hurt.

“I have.”

Shoko’s brows rise, almost as if she’s surprised by the confirmation. “Two women?”

You shake your head. Nevertheless, Shoko grins as she asks, “Well? The one you’ve been with…How was it?” She pulls you closer, until your lips are hovering barely over hers, breaths mingling. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

The question hangs heavy between you two. It’s not as though answering this question would implicate you in any way, or give them any clues as to who the last woman you slept with was. So you answer honestly, just barely above a whisper. “Yeah, it was pretty good.”

Utahime giggles, gliding through the water to close the distance between you all. “She’s so cute, Shoko.” 

Shoko cups your face, eyes cast down to your lips. “She is, isn’t she?” She runs her thumb along your lip teasingly before she declares, “I can give you something better than pretty good.” 

“Yeah?” You challenge her.

“Yeah, she can,” Utahime confirms. “We can.” She closes the gap between you all, placing her hands on your waist from behind. You feel her wet breasts press against your back and your eyes flutter closed. Utahime is curvy in all the right places. You are no better than a man, more than turned on by the feeling of her pressed against you. Your absolute favorite part about her is her pretty, large breasts. You can’t wait to have her nipples in your mouth.

Utahime places light kisses along your skin, along your neck, moving so that she’s on her knees beside you and Shoko. She adjusts her height smoothly so that she sits a little taller, enough so that she can cup the back of your head and pull you to her chest. Your lips latch onto her nipple quickly, eagerly and she gasps, back arching and pushing her breast further into the cavern of your mouth. You hum against her, tongue rolling the pert bud. She tastes of the strawberry body wash you just rinsed off of her. You’re so distracted, moving back and forth between Utahime’s breasts that you don’t notice Shoko slipping a hand between the other woman’s thighs beneath the water. Not until Utahime cries out, hands coming up to find purchase on your shoulders. 

And Shoko, the bitch that she is, places her other hand on your thigh and guides you to sit down, mouth falling open with a soft moan when your hips connect under the bath water. Shoko rolls hips, brushing her core with yours and grinning as she watches your mouth fall agape against Utahime’s breast. She does it again, smiling wide when a small whimper falls from your lips. Then she keeps doing it, keeps grinding herself against you until your thighs are trembling, and you’re nothing but a puddle clinging to Utahime’s waist.

And Utahime, she’s not any better off. Shoko’s fingers are slowly working her towards her release. She’s already been pent up, teased and turned on since you’d all gotten together at the nightclub. Now, as Shoko scissors her fingers inside her sex, presses her palm to her clit, Utahime only inches closer to the edge. 

The smaller woman pushes you from her chest, her hands cupping your face so she can capture your lips with hers. And you’re so overstimulated, your mind reeling while the water sloshes with every thrust of Shoko’s hips. Shoko gently cups one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between her thumb and forefinger, moaning as she feels your clits brush against each other repeatedly. She sighs sweetly watching as you ride her, all while Utahime rides her hand while her lips slot against yours.

“You’re so soft,” Utahime breathes, tongue pushing past your lips to press against your own wet muscle. One hand finds the back of Utahime’s head, fingers tangling in her soft tresses and you hear Shoko moan beneath you, her hips slamming into yours. Your tongue tangles messily with Utahime’s, all saliva and groans as Shoko moves you against her. Water splashes over the sides of the tub. You can’t be bothered to care about the mess you’re all making. Not when this feels so good, not when Utahime kisses you like this, not while Shoko makes her sob into your mouth, not when you can feel the delicious tension beginning to build in your core. 

“Fuck, ah – you’re both so sexy…” Shoko groans. “Love watching you kiss each other. So fucking sexy…Play with my tits while I fuck her, Hime.”

Without breaking the kiss, Utahime grasps one of Shoko’s breasts, tweaking her nipple and grinning against your mouth when Shoko gasps loudly. Her thrusts come faster, head falling back as she moans.

“Ahh…Shoko…you make such pretty sounds, baby.” Utahime coos and you whimper, eyes rolling back when your cunt slides against Shoko’s deliciously. “You do, too,” Utahime tells you, kissing you one last time before breaking away to lean down and kiss Shoko now.

All the while, Shoko never stops her movements. It’s like she’s an expert with her hands because she never loses hold of your hip, guiding you against her while she fucks her fingers into Utahime with her other hand. The room is full of the lewd sounds of you three whimpering, moaning, and whining at the shared intimacy. If there’s anyone in the rooms next to you, they may complain, but you’re not worried about that. You’re more concerned with the way Utahime’s voice rises several octaves, her cheeks pink and eyes squeezed shut.

“Gonna cum?” Shoko groans. “C’mere. C’mere, baby,” Shoko stops moving, gently pulling her fingers from Utahime’s pussy. She’s so gentle with the other woman as she adjusts herself so that she’s able to lean her head back enough for Utahime to stand between you and her, legs spread as she settles her knees on the edge of the tub, positioning her core over Shoko’s face. You’ve got a nice view of Utahime’s pretty round ass, and an even better view of Shoko pressing a passionate kiss to Utahime’s cunt, tongue running through her folds, lips wrapping around Utahime’s swollen bud.

Utahime gasps, moaning breathlessly when Shoko sucks her clit hard, then teases it with the tip of her tongue. Your hands play idly with Shoko’s nipples, eyes locked on the way Shoko devours Utahime, like she’s never tasted something sweeter in her life. It’s such an arousing vision. Utahime’s thighs begin to tremble and you’re grateful for the platform of the bath, where Utahime falls forward onto her hands. She’s on all fours, riding Shoko’s face. 

“Shokoooo, ooh–,” she hisses through gritted teeth. “Gonna fucking cum, babe,” she warns, and Shoko’s lips wrap around her clit again, humming loudly as she gives Utahime’s ass a harsh smack. This has Utahime’s body spasming, a high pitched cry leaving her as she reaches her peak. And as you watch Shoko drive Utahime over the edge with just her tongue, you’re unsure if it’s the water from the bath or Utahime’s release that’s running down Shoko’s face, absolutely soaking the taller woman’s chin.

“Fuck,” you moan quietly, eyes locked on the sexy sight before you. Your clit throbs beneath the surface. Maybe Shoko feels it, because she picks her movements back up after returning both hands to your hips. Your cunt slips and slides against Shoko’s again and this time, after watching Utahime fall apart on Shoko’s tongue, you’re even more aroused and eager to reach your own release. It’s not too far off, only getting closer as you watch Utahime shudder while Shoko continues making out with her pussy.

When it’s clear Utahime is spent, she climbs off of Shoko and slips back into the water, gliding through the liquid to position herself behind you where she begins kissing along your neck again. Her hands finds your breasts and she kneads them gently from behind, the motion such a contrast to the way Shoko is roughly fucking you again.

And once more, you’re all whimpering, hands roaming each other’s bodies. Grabbing soft flesh and squeezing anywhere you can that pulls sweet noises. You’re riding Shoko hard, desperately trying to cum. Each stroke of your clit against hers has you reeling, the sweet sensation pushing you closer and closer to your climax.

“I’m jealous,” Utahime pouts cutely. “Shoko gets to fuck you so good. I wanna fuck you, too.” 

You can’t do anything but whimper pathetically at the aspect of your legs crossed with Utahime’s. Shoko’s moans follow. “I wanna see you fuck her, baby.” She thrusts her hips up, a loud moan rushing past your lips. “You wanna fuck Hime, too? She eats pussy so good.”

“God, yes!” You cry, eyes closed as you focus on your impending climax.

“We have plenty of time tonight,” Utahime assures you. “Maybe we can even do this another time.”

“Oh, I’d love that. Get to see this pretty pussy again,” Shoko grunts, eyes locked on the way your tits bounce with every roll of your hips. “God, even in the water, your pussy is so fucking wet.”

Utahime groans, pouting further. “Stopppp, Shoko. I already said I’m–”

“Gonna cum,” Shoko whines. “Oh my god, I’m gonna cum!”

Shoko leans forward suddenly, grasping you by the back of your neck and pulling you close so she can crash her lips into yours. The mixture of Shoko's taste and the tang of Utahime’s cum on Shoko’s tongue has your eyes rolling back, and you’re toppling over. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, the tension and build up throughout the night finally snapping the band that had been coiling in your core for the last several hours.

Your arms wrap around Shoko’s shoulders as you keen into each other's mouths, riding out your highs.

“Oh wow…” Utahime rubs small circles on your back. “That was…really hot.”

You’re catching your breath, Shoko still holding onto your hips tightly. Her hair is stuck to her forehead, a sweaty mess that somehow looks even more beautiful this way.

“We’re gonna need another bath,” she chuckles.

The night carries on with much of the same taking place. After the bath (and second bath), the three of you fall into bed, quickly finding yourselves tangled in the sheets.

++++++++++

The next morning, you’re awakened by the sound of your phone buzzing incessantly on the hotel table. Your head is pounding and you’re not sure if it’s the couple glasses of wine you had, or the dehydration from the many orgasms both women pulled from you last night. Probably a mixture of both.

Speaking of Shoko and Utahime, you stretch carefully in bed, remembering you all fell asleep with you sandwiched between them. But you’re left confused when you don’t feel a warm body on either side of you. You open your eyes slowly, wincing when the early morning rays of sun feel like a punch to the forehead. But even the aching in your skull isn’t enough for you to ignore that you appear to be alone in a hotel room that is not yours.

You crawl out of bed, peering around the room. “Hello?” You call out, and it feels like your voice is echoing, bouncing off the walls of this quiet room. You check the bathroom and find it’s empty. You check the closet and don’t see any evidence that clothes were inside last night. “Maybe they just had to leave,” you murmur to yourself. Because it helps soothe the nagging feeling you have sitting in the pit of your stomach at the moment.

Shrugging off the feeling, you go about your morning as you normally would. You shower, brush your teeth, dress in the clothes you’d come over in last night and plan on heading back home to report back to work.

Your phone is still buzzing when you’re about ready to head out. You finally pick it up, unlocking the device and seeing a plethora of missed calls as well as several text messages from some of your team members and associates.

Associate 1: Where are you?

Associate 1: 911!! Please pick up!

You roll your eyes, wondering what trouble they’d gotten into last night. What mess will you have to clean up this morning?

Associate 3: PLEASE ANSWER THE PHONE

Director: You need to call me.

Director: NOW.

Slight panic begins to set in, and you continue scrolling through your messages. There’s one from an unknown number, sent in the early hours of the morning. You open the message, eyes practically bulging out of your head when you see the contents.

Unknown: No hard feelings, okay? We really needed the exposure so we could get booked for more shows. Thanks for last night! - H

Another text comes through, and you think you might be fucking sick when you read it. It’s a link to a news article for…Jujutsu Journal? Stupid ass name, but it’s a gossip blog so what did you expect? 

The page has screenshots of a very familiar scene. You and the models in the bath. You and Utahime on the bed with your heads thrown back in ecstasy. A blurred pic, censoring what may be the dirtiest of all – you bent over the bed on all fours, with your face buried between Utahime’s legs while Shoko (and her lilac colored strap) destroy you from behind. 

Where the absolute hell would they get these?!

The headline reads:

TAKING RELATING TO THE PUBLIC TO A WHOLE NEW LEVEL! Head Public Relations manager for one of Japan’s top fashion magazines is in quite a pickle! This morning Jujutsu Journal received EXCLUSIVE footage of her in various intimate positions with models Shoko Ieiri and Utahime Iori! Rumor has it these two are already booked and busy. Meanwhile, it looks like this Public Relations manager may soon be booted and broke! Want to see the tape? Click here to sign up for exclusive members only access!

The pieces begin to connect, your mind flashing back to just last night. The camera is right where you left it the night before. Well, where Utahime left it. But when your fingers push the button to open the tape cartridge, you find it empty. All the footage from the night before is gone! You feel like you may faint. All these years of being so careful, at least twenty steps ahead. All the progress you’ve made…gone.

And not just that! Now there’s a sextape of you three floating around the internet! Is that why Utahime was fumbling around with the camera? Why Shoko went out of her way to distract you? So that she could buy Utahime time to turn the camera on and hit record? Is that why they showed so much interest in you in the first place? Everything is beginning to make more and more sense, while simultaneously making less and less sense. You’re so confused.

“What the fuck?” You mutter to no one but yourself.

Your phone buzzes. You’re scared to look, but you know you should.

“What…the…fuck…” You still can’t believe this is happening. To you of all people.

Your eyes see the name light up on your screen. It’s your boss.

There’s no way you’ll be able to spin this one. 

[rewiringtoheal]

The Rain Came Pouring In

Natasha Romanoff x She-Hulk!Reader

Summary: A different take on that bedroom scene in Avengers age of Ultron. Natasha receives the love and comfort she deserves from an emotionally available She-Hulk!Reader.

Words: 1,500

Warnings: Talks of sterilization and one's choices being taken away regarding their own body. The red room phenomenon. general angst, hurt/comfort, vulnerable Natasha, first kiss, love confession.

A/N: I may make a part 2 with their first time making love. This just didn't seem like the right moment. And a few lines are from the movie so I don't own those.

Your forehead rests against cold shower tiles. Your palms are clenched at your sides. And your muscles are tense as the hot water beats down on you. The steam fills up the room, almost suffocating in nature. It's a welcome sensation. Anything to distract you from the images of what you did to the people of Johannesburg. Flashes of demolished buildings, Tony’s pleas for you to stop, and people fleeing in the streets run through your mind. 

Inciting such fear in innocent people has you overflowing with guilt but what really has you on edge is how easily the Maximoff girl could control you. You normally have very little control over She-Hulk. And you have grown to accept that over time for the most part. This was something completely different. An unlawful take over of not only your mind but your teammates minds as well. What that girl did to you and the rest of the avengers has everyone shaken to their core.

Your mind drifts to Natasha. Amongst the traumatized faces of your teammates, you couldn’t help but notice even in your own despair how pained she looked.  She looked more out of it than you. Almost as if she was somewhere else entirely. You can only imagine the horrors she had to endure. And your heart fills with sorrow at the thought of her being trapped in her worst nightmare. The urge to protect her rises to the surface. You would protect her from anything, even if it meant fighting against her inner demons. Just so she could relieve herself of them for even a minute.

You wish you were brave enough to tell her how you feel but you’ve never been the one to make the first move. Even before you had She-Hulk to contend with, you were too shy.  There is something about Natasha that makes you want to try though. The two of you are so similarly broken you think maybe you could help heal each other. If not soothe some internal wounds by loving one another.

You know she’s been flirting with you. She hasn’t been subtle in the slightest but you’re not sure if her feelings for you run as deep as yours do for her. 

You are brought out of your inner musings rather suddenly. The hot water has grown cold causing the tension in your body to worsen. You take a few deep breaths trying to pull yourself together as you speedrun cleaning yourself and washing your hair. 

You fiddle with the faucet for a second before turning it off. You grab the shower curtain, pulling it open, as you step onto the rug in front of the bathtub. Reaching for a towel to dry yourself off. When you're satisfied you wrap the towel around your body. Long damp hair trailing down your back and the feel of cold flooring under your bare feet as you walk towards the door. 

Upon opening it, you are met with the woman who continues to occupy your thoughts. She’s bundled up in a cozy grey bathrobe lounging on the bed. She looks so soft and delicate just laying there. Shy green eyes trail over your body causing a faint red blush to appear on her cheeks. You have the sudden realization that the only thing you're wearing right now is a towel. 

You run your hands through your hair awkwardly. “Oh god, I’m sorry. I hadn’t realized you were waiting…”

Natasha stands making her way towards you. She gives you another once over. Her shyness shifts into flirtation. “I would have joined you but now didn’t seem like the right time.” She smirked.

Shifting anxiously on your feet. “I used up all the hot water.” You chuckle nervously. 

Natasha cocks her head in a playful manner. “I should’ve joined you.”

You can see the longing for you in her eyes mixed with uncertainty. It comes as a shock to you. Her playful demeanor isn’t masking her true emotions as well as it normally does. This gives you an opening to discuss your feelings without her even realizing it. It gives you just enough confidence to be brave for the first time in your life. You close the distance between you with caution. One arm slinking around her waist drawing her body flush against yours while your free hand tenderly caresses her cheek.  

“I really think you should have.” You whisper. 

A look of surprise is painted across Natasha’s face. A tentative smile blooms.  “Yeah? You would have wanted me too?” 

You don’t like the doubt in her voice. You know you have to lay yourself bare before her. Your eyes lock onto hers with conviction, “The world just saw She-Hulk for the first time. Not the superhero but the mindless beast who destroys cities for fun. It’s not easy to deal with by any means. I don’t know what to do with myself. I do know that you are the only person who can bring me comfort right now.” 

Natasha looks up at you with wonder; her eyes glistening with tears. “You feel that safe with me?”

 You allow your eyes to fill with every ounce of love you feel for her. “Tasha, I haven’t felt this safe with someone in a very long time. Do you think that She-Hulk likes just anyone? Or that she would let just anyone perform the lullaby? You are the only person that we both agree has our best interests at heart.”  

She turns her face into the hand resting upon her cheek giving it a brief kiss. “I feel the same way, Detka and I want to explore this thing between us more than anything. I just...I think you should know who I truly am before we do. That way you can back out if it’s too much.” 

“Nat, I turn into a giant rage filled monster that wreaks havoc. And yet here you are. I wasn't sure if your feelings ran as deep as mine but I think I may have just been oblivious.  There is nothing you could say that would make me change my mind about you.” You whisper. 

Natasha’s body goes rigid, her eyes dart around the room looking anywhere but at you. You realize she’s bracing herself for rejection despite your words. You try to exude a sense of calm you don’t normally possess while you wait for her to speak. 

“You think you’re the only monster on this team? The things I saw..they were memories. Of the red room, the place where I was trained…the place where I was raised was all I saw. Flashes of the tragedies I’ve caused and the tragedies done to me.” Natasha inhaled a shaky breath. Pulling her arms tighter around you. A clear indication she thought you were going to run from her. “They have a graduation ceremony where they sterilize you. It’s efficient. One less thing to worry about and it makes everything easier. Even killing.” 

Your heart shatters in your chest at her confession. You feel tears starting to well up in your eyes. “Baby…I am never going to tell you how to feel but none of that makes you a monster. They took your choices away from you. They forced you into becoming an assassin. They took your chance of having children away from you. You had no autonomy. I am so sorry that happened to you. No woman should ever have to endure that. It’s not your fault. Fuck, those sociopathic bastards.”

Natasha’s anguished sobs fill the room. She’s looking at you like you’re her whole world.“I’ve waited so long for someone to tell me it's not my fault. I don’t know how to feel now that it’s happened. There is still so much red in my ledger. From my time in the red room and from a time when I could have made a different choice. I’ve done unspeakable things. You need to know that.” Natasha whimpered.

“I will tell you that this isn’t your fault as many times as you need to hear it. You did what you needed to do in order to survive. When it really mattered you made a different choice. You went with Clint and started working for shield. That matters Natasha.” Your thumbs wipe away tears falling down delicate cheekbones. “I’ve done unspeakable things too. Not just as She-Hulk but as me. Or have you forgotten how exactly I got my green counterpart. None of this has stopped me from wanting you. Natasha, I…I love you.” You confess.

“You are the most understanding person. I’ve ever met. And so incredibly kind despite everything you’ve been through. I love you too, so much.” She lifts up onto her tiptoes, small hands moving to gently rest on your towel covered chest, soft lips tentatively press against yours. 

Twin sighs of relief echo into the bedroom. As you both sink into each other. Just enjoying the physical and mental connection shared with one another. 

[copinghex]

The noose | T.S

Summary: Tommy's wife returned home after the failure of his plan got the whole family arrested. The way they deal with her trauma ends up sending her to a worse place.

The feeling of the noose around her neck still haunted her. At that moment, all she thought about was her family, Rose was a daddy's girl, she would be fine eventually, but what about Violet? What about Tommy? What about her brother and mother? What about Finn?

What about Polly? The woman was side by side with her, tears ran down her face as she muttered a prayer and there was nothing Y/N could do, except hoping that her in-laws on the cells aside met a better ending.

With a deep breath, she revisited the past, the smell of Grace's hair as she held the spy from behind, the sound of the train coming and the bitter taste on her tongue, reminding her Tommy that could be dead by then, that if she let Grace go, she’d certainly reach for the gun a few steps away. Her only choices were to kill or die.

Then, the saving yell came, a desperate guard who didn't truly care for the Shelbys' life and was only complying with the king's order of setting the family free.

As they met again in the hallway of jail, no words were said. Polly cried in Michael's arms while Arthur and John hugged each other. Y/N stood there, speechless, waiting for someone to cross the door and hold her too, but no one did.

Somehow, she knew they also blamed her, because she should've talked Tommy out of the russians' business, because she should've given a warning before their arrest. She wished she had then, if she only hadn't choked on her own fear, perhaps their forgiveness would come easily. 

On the way out, a driver waited for her, Y/N scoffed at the realization Tommy was too ashamed to face her. She wondered if he still blamed the stupid cursed sapphire for all their misery.

Finally, she was home again, Rose and Violet ran to their mother's arms, crying about how much they missed her. Tommy watched the scene from afar with too many words stuck in his throat, if he was able to kneel and apologize, it still wouldn't erase the guilt he felt.

After Y/N promised she'd never leave again, the children left her alone and she had to encounter her husband. However, while he had too much to say, she had nothing.

The truth was that Tommy always had too much to say, he was a clever, eloquent man, no one ever struggled in maintaining a conversation with him because his views of life were beyond intriguing. The war had taken away his will to speak, but his mind was still a powerforce capable of generating the most fascinating speeches.

On the other hand, Y/N carried herself silently, preferring to show than tell. Every time Tommy spoke about politics, science, religion or even boring mundane tasks, she paid close attention, not bothering to hide the adoration in her eyes. She believed displaying genuine interest was more flattering than attempting to engage in the conversation.

Standing at the entry of the house, they remained silent and silently the days went by. No talks about what happened, no apologies, no touches or significant looks. Everything went back to normal as they ignored the elephant in the room.

That lasted until a particularly warm night, the children were in bed, all the windows were open and many watch dogs guarded the garden. The summer was coming and Y/N decided to welcome it by getting a new style, joining the new fashion of haircuts above the shoulders, as if a new external could cease the mess in her head.

That night no comments were made about her sudden change, everyone sensed the tense atmosphere including herself, who was in desperate need of relaxing, then the idea popped in her head, she needed a long, warm bath.

Heading to the bathroom, she denied the maids' offers of help, aware that she regenerated better alone. She filled the bathtub with cold water and enough soap to make bubbles.

The sudden temperature change sent a shiver down her spine, the blood running on her veins matched summer and took a while to cool up. Resting her head on the tub's edge, Y/N closed her eyes trying to focus on the delicious smell of lavender soap.

However, her heart beated fast and her chest held a tight feeling, as if someone was stepping on her, crashing her ribs and making it hard to breathe. 

Her jaw clenched as she ran hands through her recently cut hair, the strange feeling persisted and her blood traveled to her face, heating up her cheeks. 

Ignoring the situation, she took deep, slow breaths and rationalized the symptoms. She had an awful couple of months, her body must've been too warm when she got into the cold water. That was all, it would pass.

In the frustrated attempt to calm down, Y/N conjured happy memories. The night her and Tommy celebrated the first legal betting license. Their first honeymoon night and how delighted she was to be officially his wife. When they moved in and inaugurated the house by spending the night together in the bathtub. 

Everything with the same Tommy she hadn't spoken to in weeks, the same Tommy she had killed for, the same one to send her to the noose. 

The rope squeezed her braid and neck together, Polly's silent prayer was all to be heard, but God wouldn't save them, what would happen next? Was it all done? Would she wake up somewhere else? Was the sapphire really cursed? What now? She wasn't dead but she couldn't breathe,

She couldn't breathe…

She couldn't breathe…!

Y/N opened her eyes, noticing her cheeks wet with tears, gasping for air, her shaky hands grabbed the bathtub's edge in a quick impulse to stand up. Water drops trickled from her naked body making a mess on the bathroom's door, the dogs were barking outside and her sight was getting dark.

Clumsily, she managed to reach for her robe, covering herself with the soft piece of clothing. The tears still came out as her legs got weak, holding onto the walls, she supposed she bumped on something because maids were knocking on the door, "Is everything alright, Mrs. Shelby?" 

Y/N recognized Frances' voice, unable to answer, she shrunk her legs and pressed her lips together.

"I think we should call Mr. Shelby," another maid suggested.

Despite feeling weak, her feet moved rhythmically, quick with the energy the rest of her body was lacking. In a matter of seconds, Tommy called for her.

"Y/N, are you alright in there?" the worry in his tone was clear, "Y/N, I need an answer even if you don't want to talk to me!" 

Gulping, she brushed off her wet cheeks and sobbed, "Tommy?" 

"Y/N, are you alright?" 

"...no," 

Everything got silent, the fear was slipping away as she heard the door unlocking. The extra keys, every single door in the house had extra keys. Tired and confused, she remained still.

Tommy rushed to her, it was his turn to panic, he kneeled to her level looking for injuries. Not finding any, he worried even more.

"What the fuck happened?" he sat her up, "What happened, love?" 

Ashamed, she stared at the floor, a knot formed on her throat with the urge of crying again, "I don't know- I-" 

She sobbed, shrugging off. He immediately pulled her to his chest, not caring if her wet hair would ruin his shirt, "No, no, it's alright, eh? You're alright, I got you now," 

Words were unnecessary for Tommy to acknowledge he was the root of her suffering. He knew how badly he fucked up and seeing his wife like that was the worst punishment ever. Worse than his family's hatred, worse than the possibility of her leaving him, worse than himself being hanged.

Together at bathroom's floor, they grieved her near death. Not all the money, cars or jewels they had could fix the damage, perhaps not even time could, a scar would remain forever regardless of her forgiving him or not.

Feeling her snuggled into him, Tommy muttered, "We need to talk," 

Fidgeting with the buttons of his shirt, she quietly answered, "I think we do."

[usagiarchive]

angel of the codeine scene — [02] qingxin incense

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sypnosis. [ xiao x adeptus!reader. 1.6k words. angst. ]  — It's a punishment, it has to be. He had definitely done something wrong to piss off his god.

Rex Lapis was not indifferent.

He knew of his only remaining Yaksha’s pain, the karmic debt he hides from him, or tries to, really. Nothing can escape Rex Lapis’ watch, no, not even as he resigns and leaves Liyue in the capable hands of the Qixing and the Millelith.

And so, one afternoon, Bubu Pharmacy receives a summons from the Geo Archon himself, asking them to come to the Golden House for a formal meeting.

Changsheng tells Baizhu to close up for the day and sends for Yanfei to pick Qiqi up.

The two make the trek toward the abandoned building, left to stand in memory instead after the supposed passing of Rex Lapis.

Baizhu steps over the offerings left at the door of the now altar, the flowers, both wilted and fresh, the letters, candles, all of it, for the beloved Geo Archon.

He tries to quell his nerves at being called by a high figure of authority.

Rex Lapis is… not what he expected.

Zhongli shows up instead.

“Ah, Changsheng, Baizhu,” he greets, “come,”

The tall man walks to the middle of the floor where an insanely large gold ceramic bowl, almost like a bathtub, sits. Thousands of red incense sticks were lit around it, the aroma wafting through the air, it smelled heavily of qingxin flowers and ginseng, Baizhu notes.

Changsheng gasps as they near the middle.

“Rex Lapis-shén! Is that what I think it is?”

Zhongli nods.

“Astute as ever, Changsheng-xiaoren,” he says as he holds his hand over the bowl which now seems to be filling up with… white wine…?

“It is wine,” the man nods, seeming to read his mind, “Would you allow me to borrow Changsheng for a moment, Baizhu-yīshēng?”

He nods, “A-ah, yes,” he holds out his hand to Zhon- Rex Lapis. Changsheng slithers to his hand with no trouble.

The two have a conversation, Baizhu does not hear nor does he understand the tongue in which they speak in. Ancient Adeptus dialect, he supposes. He stays standing at the end of the incense table, watching, waiting.

Finally, Rex Lapis moves to rest Changsheng at the end of his arm and his familiar starts to chant.

The entire environment shifts, the Golden Palace’s lights dim for just a second and brighten even more, the wind picks up, even if there was no draft to begin with, and he finds it weird that the incense remains lit through it all.

Changsheng continues her chant and then he hears another voice join in, it’s deep, almost otherworldly, and Baizhu wonders if they’re summoning a God- no, it’s... Rex Lapis who speaks, he observes.

The Wangsheng Funeral Parlor’s Consultant starts to glow, his sleeve failing to conceal the light that his arms emit, and even the ends of his hair start to lighten, too.

So this is the power of an Archon, Baizhu thinks, and for a moment, he is afraid.

The winds start to swirl, outlined by the smoke of the incense as it forms something somewhat similar to the eye of a storm in the middle of the ceiling, objects start to rattle, and Baizhu fears, he fears for his life and he fears for Changsheng’s.

Then it stops.

It becomes dark, all that was floating dropped, all that were shaking, stilled, and the incense smoke rose up again.

Then, Rex Lapis speaks.

“Baizhu-yīshēng, cover your eyes,”

He does so, swiftly, no questions and he is thankful that he does.

Because even if he has shut his eyes, he could feel the brightness of the light that imploded and flooded the room, his eyelids not being enough to completely shield his irises, he raises his arm to cover his face.

From Liyue Harbor, everyone is in a state of panic, a bright golden beacon of light has emerged from the Golden House, and already, the Tianquan knows what is happening and has sent for the Millelith to protect the Golden House.

Baizhu can feel the winds whip at his face from behind his arms and the light become even brighter.

Then it stops.

Changsheng trails off of her chanting and the baritoned voice disappears as well. The archon turns to him as the lights of the Golden House return to it’s warm, usual lighting.

“Thank you for your assistance, Changsheng-xiaoren, you as well, Baizhu-yīshēng,” he smiles tiredly, and turns back to the bowl that-

“Is that a human?” he asks, horrified and amazed.

“An adeptus,” Zhongli corrects.

The man lifts up his… adeptus creation in his arms and carries her out of the bowl. The girl looks to be as old as a young woman, seemingly asleep, but you could feel her energy somehow.

Zhongli coats her in a silk blanket and again thanks Baizhu and Changsheng who tells him should he ever need her help again, he is most welcome to do so.

Baizhu is just in shock that he had witnessed how adepti were made.

“Oh, and Baizhu-yīshēng?” the archon calls out to him, his voice echoing throughout the hallway of the chamber, “Best to get out of here as soon as possible, the Qixing will be here shortly,”

The doctor had never wished he could teleport as fast as he can in that moment.

Xiao knows there’s something. He doesn’t know what that something is- he just knows there’s something different. It’s been like this for the past month and it itches at the back of his head to know there’s something, but he doesn’t know what it is.

It started with that large beacon of light from the Golden House, which the Tianquan and the Liyue Qixing have dismissed and “taken care of”.

No matter, he will serve as he is supposed to.

Xiao scouts the entirety of Bishui Plains and finds only a stray slime or two.

He decides to search in Minlin and only gets the faint impression of Cloud Retainer, he figures Mountain Shaper and Moon Carver have gone into the city to have tea with Madame Ping.

Finally, he circles back to Qiongji Estuary and starts with Luhua Pool where he sees-

“Morax,” he says and bows, and immediately retracts to be on guard.

“There is someone here,” Xiao starts and is shocked when his God places a hand on his shoulder.

“Stand down, Xiao,” he says, “There is someone I’d like you to meet,”

The anemo adeptus furrows his brows in confusion, why was his God telling him to be at ease? His job was to protect him, so why would he stop him from doing so?

Morax calls out to a someone and a figure steps out from behind the tree.

“Xiao, I’d like you to meet her,” he says as he introduces you to him.

You in your typical Liyuean-style clothes, dressed up as a healer. You look just as… just as the day he lost you.

“She will be a… support of sorts, for you,” he says, then turns to you.

The warrior feels as if his heart has stopped, he cannot breathe, and there are a million thoughts and questions racing through his mind, but Rex Lapis continues.

“This is Xiao, you will be accompanying him, okay?”

“You will do your best to remember what you trained for, and support him, yes?”

He sees you nod, “Yes, Morax-shen,” you say and his God smiles.

“Very well, Xiao, I trust that you will protect her, I trust that you will support him, are we in agreement?”

“Yes,” the two of you say at the same time.

“I have business to attend to now, send for me if you need assistance,” he says as he bids goodbye and walks out of sight.

Xiao turns to look at you as you look back at him.

He goes to Ganyu.

“I- I just cannot fathom why he would give me her…” he says as he looks at you preparing tea with Madame Ping.

Ganyu had arranged for a meeting and roped in the older adeptus to look after you, his new… companion.

“Maybe it's about the karmic debt…” she says as she puts a hand under her chin.

“I feel as though this is punishment…” he says solemnly, then turns to her abruptly, “Have I done anything wrong recently?”

Xiao starts to spiral, “Is it because I haven't been doing my job right? I must have missed a swarm of creatures- I-”

“Please calm yourself, xiansheng,”

You.

Xiao does not know how to respond at the sight of you.

You place a cup of tea in front of him and he takes it, eyes still on you.

Ganyu doesn't know whether she should laugh or be concerned.

You continue to accompany Xiao to Wangshu Inn. You tell him you'd be fine with teleporting but he shut the idea down. Going on about how mortals are fragile.

He talks with the woman at the front desk and gestures to you, then takes your hand and leads you to a room.

“This is where you'll stay,” he tells you once you're inside. The room is simple, a window that has a balcony, a bed, a bathroom, and a wardrobe.

Xiao places a talisman on the door and on the window, then sets a teapot on the desk near it.

You hear him sigh.

“This is how it'll be,” he says and stops right in front of you, “You will stay here, okay? I will return after patrol a-and- and we can… we can do mortal activities to keep you…” he trails off.

“I have to stay with you,”

“What?”

“It's part of my contract with Morax-shen,” you tell him and show him your arm. Quickly, Xiao presses the palm of his hand and smooths over your skin.

Golden threads run through your veins.

A life bond.

“Why…”

You place a hand over his, “It is my contract, my duty to you, I am to support you and you are to protect me. Our contract.”

He must have really done something to piss off his god.

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[kyokutsu-sama]

"Returning to my beloved arms" Yami x f!reader

A/n: Physically and mentally obssessed with this man🤭😫

And especially obssessed with writing fluff things for him❤️

Tw: Nudity mention, dirty talk and slightly suggestive but no smut scenes

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You were sitting at the counter drinking the large mug of beer in your hand and enjoying the silence in the living room. Everyone was already asleep but you were still there, waiting for Yami who would probably be returning from the mission he had been called on a few days ago.

You heard the front door being kicked and you jumped slightly from the bench at the sudden loud noise. You looked back and saw Yami arriving at the HQ, taking a drag on his cigarette, his black hair falling over his face with some blood dripping from his forehead and small wounds on his body. Just like his clothes were dirty and torn. You weren't very surprised to see him in that condition because it wasn't the first time he arrived like that and he didn't show signs of caring about himself either.

He approached you slowly and you looked him up and down, he took a drag and blew the smoke to the side, taking the beer mug from your hand.

"Thank you!" He winked at you before drinking it, you shook your head, looking at him

He drank it in one go and filled it up again, drinking the beer as if it were water. Something he used to do...

"You look thirsty," You said, seeing how he was drinking. "Be careful not to get drunk, drinking like that."

"Drunk with just two of them? Babe, you don't know me." He chuckled

"Yeah, sure, a big guy like you wouldn't be defeated with just that." You smiled at him. "The mission was long, I see." You passed your hand over his forehead, wiping off the blood and washing your hand afterwards

"Nothing I couldn't solve."

"If you walked out of there like that, I don't think others were any better off."

"My girl are the one who deserves credit for defeating them all."

"Your girl?" You raised an eyebrow at him. "What the hell are you saying?" You approached him, he saw a certain jealousy in your eyes and smiled

"I was just talking about my sword, there's no need to be jealous." He winked at you, with a teasing expression

"Oh! Your sword, I see..." You looked away

"Did you think it was someone else? Nah, only you, pretty face." He poked your nose and gave a smirk

"I hope so, otherwise, I'll take your girl from the sheath and cut your boy off..." You smiled after the threat and he felt a chill

"Jeeez! Retract your claws, kitten, your man is shaking here."Yami laughed and drank some more

"Then, be careful."

"Don't be like that with me, baby, I just got back from a mission and look, I missed hugging you so much." He put the mug aside and hugged you from behind, wrapping his strong arms around you and kissing your neck

"Damn Yami! You smell like sweat and blood." You said, letting go of his hug, walking away from him and he narrowed his eyes in your direction

"Y/n, your man is heartbroken here because of this coldness." He said and you smiled at him because of what he had just said

"Come on, don't be sad, my big boy," You stretched out your arm to caress his black hair. "Go bath to see if you can fix your heart." You winked at him and he smiled hugging you tightly."Yami! My ribs..." You said, almost breathlessly

"Let's see if the hot bath water can fix my heart then..." He kissed the top of your head and gave you a loud smack on your ass which made you slap his arm in response, massaging the sore skin where he had left a future mark

"You brute!" You said and he laughed heading towards the bathroom

The captain sat in the bathtub with hot water, letting the heat relax the tension in his muscles, which were still sore. He closed his eyes and took a long sigh, the captain was so relaxed that he swore to kill anyone who bothered him at that moment.

What he didn't expect was for you to enter the bathroom right after he swore that.

"Am I disturbing something?" You asked, approaching him and sitting on the edge of the bathtub, seeing his eyes opening and looking into yours

"I had just sworn I would kill anyone who bothered me now..." He grumbled

"Well, in that case I'm going to get out of here. I don't want to die." You giggled, getting up but he held your arm, stopping you

"Sit down...I didn't send you away."He ordered

"If you say so, then I'll stay." You sat back down where you were

You saw a trickle of blood running down his face again on the side where he had the wound and decided to take it. You lifted his hair on that side and ran your other hand through the water to remove the dirt and clean the blood on his face, he closed his eyes as he let you take care of him. You were the only person he let take care of him like that. He couldn't deny that he loved it when your hands stroked his hair or his cheeks.

"I would like to know where you have been and who you fought with to end up causing these wounds." You said, washing the wounds on his body

"Just another day at work..."He replied

"I see so..." You rinsed the marks whose blood had already stopped

"And you? You look like you had a rough day too," He said, running his fingers over a scratch you had on your arm and you looked at where his fingers were. "Who was the bastard that did this to you?"

"Don't worry, it was just another day at work too." You smiled, giving him the same answer and he looked from the wound to you with a slight look of someone who didn't like what he saw

"I'm going to break the neck of the idiot who did this."He threatened

"That won't be necessary, I've already do that." You winked and he changed his expression to a smile

"You did good, girl."

"I learned it from my captain. He's can be a tough and musclehead guy sometimes...but I don't remember him telling me to run away from the battlefield."

"Exactly..." He agreed, listening to your words and deciding to add a joke in the middle of the conversation, as always. "Unless you have to take a big shit." He laughed and you splashed water on your face from him

"Disgusting!"

"What's the problem, honey? Don't you do that too?" He teased

"Yami, either you change the subject or I leave." You threatened but he held your hands and pulled you into the bathtub with him, wetting all the clothes you were wearing. He laughed and you narrowed your eyes at him."Yami, I'm going to kill you for this!"You threatened him again

"I'm just kidding! Don't need pout at me."

"I'm not pouting at you!"

"Yes, you are, look at you!" He poked your nose and you hit his hand. "I don't know if you had already taken a shower before but now you're taking another one with me. You don't want to leave your captain here alone, do you?" He placed his hands on your waist and gave a tender smile and you ran your hands over his face, smiling back

"Did my captain pull me into the bath because he didn't want to be alone or did he do it just to see me take off my clothes later?" You asked, teasing him and he chuckled

"Well, I hadn't thought about it but now that you said it, I think I'll drag you into the bathtub with me more often." He pondered and you slapped his chest

"I'll make sure to hide myself before you take a shower."

"It won't work, have you forgotten that I can feel Ki?" He raised an eyebrow

"Man, I hate you..." You said, with a giggle and he pulled you into a short kiss

"No, you don't. I can read your eyes and they tell me this, just as your body is saying it too," He said, running his hands over your body and looking into your eyes

"Don't tell me you're using your ki ability to read it?"

"No, you're the one showing your feelings. It's your problem, dear." He teased and you looked away, blushing a little.

"Fine, I admit it. I love you." You confessed, looking at him

"My little heart is melting with your words."He smiled

"I wonder how a big guy like you can carry such a fragile heart like yours, at least is what you say..."

"Well, my big and strong body works like an armor to protect this little one from cold attacks and storms of anger, sent by idiot Y/n but sometimes, my chest it's not strong enough and they end up destroying my heart." He joked and you laughed." But she also sends me days of light and a pleasant warmth that warms my precious heart." He passed a hand around your neck, with his thumb caressing your cheek and looking into your eyes once again. "She's crazy and dangerous, but it's mine."

"Wow! That was beautiful, I think now you've melted my heart too." You said and he laughed

"Now you know how I feel."

You stayed there for a moment laughing at each other's jokes and making the most of that time together, since recent missions were stealing a lot of time like that.

"Well, the water is getting cold, I think I better go dry myself and change my clothes too, since a certain big guy pulled me into the bathtub with him..." You joked

"I already explained myself about that." He sighed

"And I know what you intended by that." You moved away from the crook of his neck and gave him a peck, which made him look seriously at you. "What?"You frowned

"That wasn't a kiss."

"Oh, really?! So what was it then?"

"You do better than that." He crossed his arms as if he was sulking at you for that

"Awww, don't make that pout at me, you're already big enough to make that crying face." You teased, poking his cheek. "I'll do better then..." You leaned forward, kissing him just like the way he liked

His hands returned to your waist as you kissed him, he seemed much more sated now that you had done so.

"Better?" You said, moving away from his lips

"Babe... That kiss made the things a little hard down here, you know?" He smirked, pointing down and you felt a blush burn your cheeks when you realized what he meant

"You asked, it's your problem." You whispered and got out of the bathtub

He shook his head and walked out right after you.

"Aren't you even going to give me the pleasure of seeing you change your clothes?" He asked, making you stop on your way to the bathroom door and look back at the tall, well-builed figure in front of you, from top to bottom

"Nah, you've seen that countless times. I don't want you to get sick of it."

"Sick of seeing you naked? Never." He teased and you rolled your eyes before leaving and he chuckled

He came out of the bathroom shortly after and saw you lying on the bed, facing away from him and he went to lie down next to you, hugging you from behind and kissing your nape, sending a slight shiver down your spine.

"Good night, idiot." He whispered

"It's princess for you." You said, lightly elbowing him in the chest and he smiled

"Well, good night then...idiot princess"He joked and you turned to face him

"Yami Sukehiro, another joke like that and I'll put you to sleep on the couch, go it?"

"Fine, I'm going to shut up now and sleep." He kissed your forehead, pressing you against his chest and getting ready to sleep. "Good night, princess."

"That sounds better." You smiled

[what-have-i-unleashed]

toxic doomed kist but with mermaid-coded dust

i don't have any plot or scene to write, only ✨vibes✨

dust, numb with homesickness, yearning to return to the place belongs. but this is his reality now, wandering between universes with no end.

dust, "soulless", apathetic to people around him. he cannot connect with them because he doesn't feel like a real "monster". everyone else is so strange. and dangerous. and he doesn't feel like he can reveal to them what he is.

dust, hunted. someone is always out there to get him. because he's precious. because he's valuable.

dust, cruel, ruthless. he will grab onto whoever close to him and drown them, killing them slowly in his embrace. the only form of closeness he can fathom. everything he touches dies.

dust, voiceless, mute. the sound of his own voice is a distant memory. something precious he cannot get back.

dust, yearning in pain. the one he looks at doesn't look back at him. every step he takes is like a thousand needles. does being close to his light like a moth worth it? maybe just watching is enough. maybe a broken heart is the price to pay.

dust, sitting in a bathtub filled with water. slowly sinking himself in it. the water tap is still on. the water is overflowing and spilling on the bathroom floor but he doesn't care. drowning himself in misery with bottles of alcohol littered around him. his head is fully underwater now. everything is quiet. everything is blurry. a poor imitation of home but you'd take it, because the emptiness is eating at you. just stay there at the bottom, bottom of the pool, bottom of the bottle. and maybe you'd feel something right again.

and killer steps in. does he notice you yet? does he wonder how you can live like this, breathe like this? does he know what you are?

maybe you should kill him. your brother says, giving you a blade. kill him and free yourself. return home to me. to us.

and you hold onto the blade, waiting underwater like the predator that you are. you can just snatch him and pull him down to your level. drown him. give him the mermaid's kiss. the last thing he knows before he dies.

but you hesitate. because you love him more than you love yourself. so you emerge from the water. and you ask.

do you know what i am?

he knows, and he doesn't pull away. and you're filled with more love/LOVE than you ever have in your life.

you know anyone who eats mermaid will live forever? i want you to live forever.

and so you offer him your body. your "soul". consume me. live forever. i want to be in you forever.

and he will. because he's a selfish person. but so are you.

and you never say the word i love you to him. and you wonder to your dying breath, in the red-stained bathtub, if he knows. but you don't know what possibility would be more painful.

"If there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes I know you wanna go to heaven, but you're human tonight"

He says, "Ooh, baby girl, don't get cut on my edges I'm the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon"

And I've been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool For a while now, drowning my thoughts out with the sounds

[pagannatural]

1.06 Skin

-Dean tries to say no to Sam about going to California but it’s a losing battle because Sam has the puppydog eyes which are lethal.

-Jared Padalecki is very good at platonic chemistry. He had zero sexual tension with the mom from Dead in the Water, for example, even when he pulled her out of her bathtub and she was lying on top of him naked and panting. It wasn’t a romantic moment. Likewise here he hugs his friend Becky and is obviously happy to see her, but they have zero sexual chemistry. It makes the sexual tension between Sam and Dean stand out and feel significant.

I also love how unhappy Dean looks seeing Sam’s friend from his time at Stanford.

-Sam’s “you’re not my brother” when he catches the shapeshifter kills me.

-“He’s sure got issues with you” SAY MORE. It seems like Dean’s memories or whatever it is are being melded with the shapeshifter’s, because he only talks about things that he can easily relate to. I bet there’s a ton more Dean stuff that the shapeshifter just doesn’t assimilate.

-“Dean stay out of the sewers alone I mean it!” “Sorry Sam, you know me, I just can’t wait.” Sam does worry about Dean. And Dean is kind of a reckless act-first think-later type and I bet that drove little Sam crazy. Did younger Dean kind of enjoy Sam’s concern? I bet he secretly relished it.

-during their fistfight Shapeshifter Dean says “not bad little brother” and Sam says “you’re not him” with such fire. It feels possessive.

-It recalls their first scene together when Dean breaks in and Sam says “Dean?” with such eager disbelief- like, Is it really you? It makes me wonder if Sam kept hoping to see Dean while he was at Stanford, if he kept hoping he’d visit or call, or if he did a double take every time he saw a broad-shouldered guy in a leather jacket.

-“even when we were kids I always kicked your ass” between fighting and cuddling and moving so much they must have had more physical contact with each other than anyone else in their lives.

-Dean walks in to find his own likeness on top of Sam, strangling him. I can’t remember him ever looking as murderous again as he looks here

He shoots the shapeshifter and goes to the body. This is how the brothers look at each other before Dean rips the amulet Sam gave him off of the shapeshifter and puts it back on.

What even IS this? What is this moment between them?

The episode explored the isolation and intensity of the brothers’ relationship. Their desires for lives of their own exist in opposition to their lives together.

But for Dean the main issue is not his desire for a separate life, it’s the desire for Sam to be his even though Sam left him. They both fight their gravitation pull toward each other for different reasons. The shapeshifter fed Dean’s abandonment fears by taking everything that Dean loves- his appearance, his car, his amulet, his brother. His self loathing comes from his belief that everyone will leave him, that he’ll never be enough to make them stay. Sam still has a foot out the door, in the lives of his Stanford friends.

This specific moment though. When Dean kills his double, saves Sam, and takes back the amulet, it feels like he’s reclaiming Sam. Early in the episode Dean told Sam that hunters can’t really have friends. He’s saying You’re mine and you can really only either be mine or be anything else. For Sam, the world is divided between My Brother and Not My Brother. Dean has just killed the thing which is Not His Brother.

And Sam ACCEPTS. He chooses his brother. Becky tells him it must be lonely hunting monsters and he smiles and says not really, looking over at Dean. He says what can I do, it’s family. He lies, but he’s not going to stay in touch with her. He’s in for however long this takes with Dean.

At the end of the episode Dean tells Sam that he’s sorry he can’t have the college life he wanted. Sam tells Dean it’s okay, he never really fit in at college. They always come back to each other. They only really fit in with each other.

[the-authors118]

Lucerys Velaryon x Aunt/Reader

Pov: Lucerys is engaged to his aunt Y/n. A pact that the two houses will never quarrel.

A/n: In this story Lucerys is 16 and Y/n is 15 (She is the last born daughter of Alicent and Viserys) I'm not into that incest thing but that's how the Targaryens did it.

Warnings: Pure fluff, innocent children kissing for the first time, Aegon remains Aegon (He asks if Lucerys needs help yk yk) Tagaryen incest, nephew x aunt, Lucerys becomes jealous.

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"A toast to the marriage of Lucerys and Y/n and that our houses remain united" The king brought this toast and everyone took a sip. Meanwhile you looked at Lucerys and smiled at him, which he returned.

The music started playing and everyone was happy. Jaeherys danced with Helaena, Aegon drank one wine after the other and Aemond looked at Lucerys. It was a hateful look which is why Luce broke this eye contact.

Aegon put an arm around Luce's shoulder and whispered, "but You know how the act goes? I mean where to put your cock and all?" You didn't notice anything because you are now keeping contact with Aemond's eyes to know what's going on. Aegon stood up and went to his sister to refill his glass. "If he can't satisfy you, you can always come to me. We'll let him watch too." Now you notice it and Lucerys slammed his fist on the table and stood up "A toast, To my uncles, we haven't seen each other since childhood, I will name our children after you both" Aemond clenched his hand into a fist and Luce turned to Aegon "Don't speak like that to my fiancée" (I would say Lucerys ate this)

The main course was served and a roasted pig was placed in front of Aemond. Lucerys grinned at it and Aemond slammed a knife on the table. Everyone looked at him and Jaeherys stopped dancing. "One last toast to my nephews, as I said we haven't seen each other in a long time" Alicent already knew what he was going to say and warned him with a look "but you have grown into good looking, young STRONG guys" Jaeherys takes a step closer "Say that again" Aemond grinned "You are strong bastards" Jace wanted to attack Aemond but was pushed to the ground and Lucerys was slammed onto the table by Aegon.

That night ended in an argument and you were all sent to bed. Aemond followed you closely "You really want to marry a bastard? Please sister marry me, that's much better" slap. Aemond held his hand on his cheek shocked about what happened. "I'm going to marry him Aemond! Grow up and accept it" With these words you left.

Lucerys was still awake when I secretly entered his room. He was sitting on his bed with his back was against the wall and looked at me. Before I closed the door I listened again to see if anyone had seen or heard me It was quiet. So I climbed onto his bed and sat down in front of him. "I'm really sorry for what my brothers did..." You apologize Luce shook his head "you have nothing to do with that Y/n" they looked at each other. "It's very quiet, nobody noticed me"

"Is Aemond drunk or why is he not paying attention to you anymore?" Lucerys laughed "Definitely not, he doesn't even drink wine at family celebrations, and that must be crazy, even I took a sip out of boredom once" "How cheeky of you," Lucerys grinned, showing his cheeky, cute dimples. You smile too. "Do you think Aegon is right? That I cannot satisfy you?" You blushed "Luce... don't say that" he leaned forward and brushed a strand of hair from your face. "Why not?" You felt dizzy, probably because your heart was about to shoot out. "And yet you read such scenes in books, in the bathtub, completely secretly and naked."

It took a moment for you to realize what he had just said "You idiot" you hit him with a pillow "How do you know?" Lucerys also blushed "The day I was waiting for you, I found a book by your bathtub... The page was open and-" You cover his mouth and blush "that's enough" You both started laughing and only after what felt like an eternity were you able to stop. The sudden silence felt strange, apparently Luce thought so too because he was the first to speak again. "Y/n, do you know that-" but instead of finishing the sentence, he leaned forward. His breath brushed warmly across my cheeks. It feels like a gentle breeze on beautiful summer days... "I wish it were now" he breathed heavily "what would be now?" You ask quietly.

Lucerys grabbed your hand, time stood still and it felt endless, and suddenly their lips touched, First very gently, then more and more firmly. It felt like a scene in one of your books, no... Better than in the book! The kiss made butterflies fly in your stomach. You feel his hands wandering over your head. Slowly you both let yourselves fall back, your lips never leaving each other.

No wait, not before the wedding... He stroked your cheek and deepened the kiss. How did he learn that?? You ask yourself but your thoughts are flying around right know. Your body felt hot so you pressed your legs together. When he stopped kissing you, you lay under him, gasping for air. You were both red as tomatoes "Sorry Y/n I- I don't know what that was" he gave you some freedom "I didn't mean that" Lucerys was worried because you didn't say anything else "It's okay Luce," you sit up and take his hand.

"It was beautiful" you whisper "I think Aegon lied about the satisfy thing" you giggled as you stood up "Goodnight my prince" You look at him one more time before disappearing into your own room. Lucerys lay down on his bed and touched his lips. They were tingling and warm. "Please marry me as soon as possible Y/n Targaryen... I want to make you mine" He whispered and then slowly fell asleep.

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Write to me if you have new ideas or wishes:))

(I'm currently working on a Davos Blackwood one shot)

[deadhands69]

*❆ League of Villains Holiday Party: The Morning After ❆*

Continuing (and finishing) what I didn't intend to turn into a series but did anyways. Contains: drinking//hangovers, mentions of vomiting/peeing, gambling, drunken escapades, and various crimes LOV Holiday Party Prep - LOV Arguing over the Movie to Play

The League of Villains holiday party has ended! As the sunrise peaks through the blinds into the common space, it's apparent the place is a disaster. Bottles, cans, and candy wrappers litter the floor. There's a plastic reindeer melted in the oven and another in the coat closet. A small car is parked in the living room, taking out half the couch. The Christmas tree has toppled, with someone's legs sticking out from under it. And the doctor left a suspicious glowing jar in their refrigerator.

Where is everyone now?

Toga is passed out by the fireplace. Somehow, Dabi convinced her that Santa is real, her parents just hated her and didn't want her to have fun (it wasn't a hard sell, really.) He also informed her that if she stays right by the fireplace all night, maybe Santa will give her some of his blood.

She ate 16 cookies and stayed up until 3am waiting before passing out on the floor from a sugar crash. Twice noticed this and covered her with the blanket from the couch.

She just woke-up cuddling a knife. Poor girl has a headache now.

Dabi had non-alcoholic beer the entire night. He won three drinking games before racking-up $42.60 while playing poker against a bunch of drunk people. This amused him.

After quietly wrecking as much havoc as he could at the party, he let Shigaraki lead him out the door for a midnight walk. Suspiciously, returning with two melted plastic reindeer.

He just left his room to loudly make a cup of coffee in the kitchen. Continuing the charade, he rinsed an empty vodka bottle and filled it with his water for the day. Taking slow sips while making eye contact with anyone he comes across. Twice just threw up at the sight of it.

Shigaraki is an absolute lightweight. After two spiked ciders (he wanted an eggnog but Kurogiri wouldn't serve him that due to his lactose intolerance), he drunkenly ran out the door with Dabi and Mr Compress. In the three block adventure, he decayed an entire life-sized nativity scene (minus the baby Jesus that he stuck in someone's mailbox) and started a fight with an inflatable snowman (who he also decayed.)

Upon returning, his sloppiness led to a dusted kitchen towel, three bottles of champagne, and a chair. For safety reasons, the others held him down and used wrapping paper/tape to turn his hands into big balls of packaging that he couldn't destroy anything with.

One problem.

Spinner drew the short straw and had to help him pee. He did not make that an easy experience.

Fitting to a wrapped Christmas gift, he passed out under the aready knocked over tree. No one is really sure how (or why) he got himself under there.

In spite of the loud noises, he's still completely out (alive though, Kurogiri checked.)

Spinner genuinely wanted a low-key night. He had a beer, watched Die Hard, and lightly joined in on the shenanigans of his friends. It was all going great until he had to touch Shig's wee-wee. After this, he promptly went to bed.

He's not up yet.

Twice is a really emotional drunk. He had a giant pitcher of holiday sangria and told everyone how much he loves (and is annoyed by) them. After losing $37.98 and half a chocolate orange playing poker, he joined Giran who was smoking outside.

At the end of the night, Twice ended up in the bathtub, in a cuddle pile with his doubles using towels as blankets. He's just now beginning to stir as Dabi scolds him for hogging the bathroom all night.

Magne won $12.43 in a bet over her ability to benchpress the oversized Christmas tree with one arm. After this, she promptly tossed the tree into a corner and carried on with her evening.

She's cozy in her bed, don't expect to see her for a few hours.

Kurogiri had a glass of water, slept well, and woke-up to his alarm feeling refreshed. It's Christmas morning so he put on his festive sweater.

Currently, he's walking around with a giant garbage bag to get a head start on cleaning while a batch of cinnamon rolls finishes in the oven (he moved the plastic reindeer to Dabi's room.) At this point, he might just create a warp gate to a dump under the living room floor and start over.

Compress went on the drunk walk with Shigaraki and Dabi. But, instead of returning with plastic lawn decorations, he dumped a mini cooper in the living room.

Now, he's nowhere to be found. He left for some other holiday party later in the evening, much to the surprise of half the league ("you know other people???")

Don't worry though, he'll return in the next 3-5 business days.

masterlist

[alltheboysandgirlsiloved]

Chaos Theory review (characters' oriented review)

Since everyone is doing this, I thought I'd share my thoughts too because, to some extent, I feel like I'm in a minority here. In this post I'm going to focus mostly on the characters because there's a lot to say about the show in general and I don't have patience to write everything in one post.

spoilers under the cut

I said it yesterday and I will say it again: I absolutely loved Chaos Theory. It was action-packed, well-paced, dramatic and funny. It was everything I loved in Camp Cretaceous.

I'm especially grateful that they gave us a whole variety of emotions coming from all of characters.

I loved yasammy's conflict because it felt real and natural. Yas' PTSD being openly addressed was everything I hoped for (all of them have PTSD in some capacity but when it comes to Yas the execution was on the next level). And Sammy being fiercely overprotective over her girlfriend to the point it became too much?? That made so much sense because she had always been always protective but after the experiences in camp cretaceous, it is no wonder that this trait started to get out of her control. I don't know, it just made sense. I hope that in season 2 they go in detail about Sammy's family situation, I want her to talk about it with Yas. I'm really curious how it will play out and I can't wait to see Yas being super awesome supportive girlfriend.

I also really liked Darius and Kenji's relationship - I know, I know but hear me out. I actually enjoyed how the conflict(s) in their case seemed to keep piling up; they were growing like a fungus. I adored that little bit when Kenji mentioned that he stayed in touch with Darius' mother, while Darius didn't call her. I think it was incredible; such a small detail but tells you a lot about the years in their life that we didn't get to see.

While we are at it, I have to address the whole Darius and Brooklyn thing which I actually... didn't mind. I really didn't? And I don't mind that it was one-sided either. Maybe because it is the first (*cough*) openly addressed one-sided love story between the campers. I've always loved Darius and Brooklyn friendship, I genuinely believe that it was one of the strongest relationships in CC. It would be cool if they stayed platonic but really, I truly don't mind that one-sided love plotline. I wouldn't even call it a love triangle because to me it seems that Darius, to some extent, always knew that it was an unrequited crush, and I don't feel a sense of a privatization (between Kenji and Darius) either. You know what I actually liked about this situation? The fact that Darius didn't go to meet with Brooklyn because he was basically ashamed, embarrassed, and a little scared of his own feelings, of getting hurt. I feel like, in the long run, this is going to be incredible for his character development. Darius trying to run away from his own feelings to the point where he abandoned someone, where he tried hiding something from others? I genuinely think it added to his character and gave him additional depth. That's just my opinion though. I also think that even without that romantic plotline he would still call Brooklin after her "death". So to me, this really didn't change much other than adding more awkwardness and I had no trouble handling that (I always really liked visually the scene where Kenji and Darius were sitting in the bathtub. There was something pleasing about this)

Moving on to Kenji... Killing Daniel Kon so fast was certainly... a choice but. Kenji's reaction to his death was so well-done. It really highlighted the complex relationship that Kenji had with his father - someone he hated but who he also considered kind of a indestructible. His reaction was so heartbreaking and I was there for it.

And then there's also Ben. I'm gonna be honest - I am biased. I loved him before, I love him still so it feels unfair to write about him from my very biased perspective. Still - they could never make me hate him. I like how his character changed in so many ways but also stayed true to his core – he is adventurous and a little reckless (like a Jungle Boy that he was), and he is also soft and sensitive (that scene when he was crying when he was hiding under the truck broke me). I'm extremely curious about his background story that we barely touched upon - it is obvious that he had been living in that van for a while, which is interesting considering how he used to live on the campus and (let me remind you that) he has a loving mother that would surely support him if he decided to take a break just because he needs a break. From the looks of it, Ben seemed to be living on his own for a while – was his obsession with "being hunted" the only reason? or was there more? many questions. I am also a bit... sceptial about his girlfriend. The first time he mentioned her was not convincing to say at least, not to mention that apparently he had been living without his phone for a while now - were they talking online all this time or what? Idk, if he really has a girlfriend then first of all - the screenwriters are cowards, second of all - the relationship doesn't seem super-convincing for now.

Bonus: Mateo is one of the best characters introduced in the show, for me, he beats even Mae. He was perfect, actually perfect, I loved him. I really hope we will see him again in season 2 (above taking care of Bumpy) because I really liked his agency and his character arc.

Overall: I feel like your final review of CT depends heavily on what you tend to focus on while watching the show, and what you like in shows in general. I don't mind drama as long as it doesn't interfere with characters' personality. And I feel like a lot of choices they made in CT actually makes sense for these characters. I think it is also important to remember that this was - from what I understand - planned as a two-seasons long shows from the beginning which means that a lot of loose ends and decisions may not make sense yet but they will eventually be developed in season 2 (which would be awesome, we love consistent writing)

anyway, I only watched CT once for now, so don't quote me. I'm sure that I will have more thoughts later

[viviettezheart]

{2} Phone call - K. Bakugo

Note: smut, murder, masked, phone call, fem!victim!reader, aged up katsuki, dub-con, barely any dialogue, short?

★📞

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: a random phone calls turns to a not so random meeting…

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓‘𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: hope you enjoy…

📞★

“Yeah you’re totally right Melissa, i should have just let her rotten in this hell house but i saved her and she has the audacity to call the cops on me and tell everyone that i did that to her!?” You complained to your best friend Melissa while bathing in your white ceramic bathtub with a golden faucet you begged your daddy to install when you moved out on your own.

“Haha yeah no i haven’t been talking to him…i know i know i should apologize to him but i’m still upset at him…” you giggle and sigh while sinking more into the bad tub filled with hot water and bubbles which where covering the whole tub. On the phone you had your daily call with Melissa where you both tell each other the latest drama since you both live in different cities and need you keep each others updated.

“Hold on a sec I’m getting another call wait on the line i’ll be back…” “hello?” You asked on the new phone call. “Hello? Is there someone? Hellooo?” But you were getting no responses so you just ended the call but right as you ended it the same number call you again. “I sweat to good if its one of your pranks Denki! I’m burying you alive and wait for you at the grave in case you dig you way up…” you threatened the person who you think it was and hung up, going back to melissa’s line to tell her what just happened.

“Oh i’m so excited for the movie…” you giggled to yourself as you dried yourself and put on a rosa shoulder off sweater and some grey sweatpants. Making your way to the kitchen you noticed a car you never seen before parked in front of your house. “Unusual…but they probably just parked on the wrong side” you thought and shrugged your shoulders as you open the cabinet, pulled out a bag of popcorn and threw them in the microwave.

As the popcorn began to heat up and pop you walked to your tv and bend down, putting the cd you borrowed from your older brother the cd recorder. It was a horror movie, perfect for this month and weather… as you did that you suddenly felt a presence walk past your kitchen and livingroom which was connected. “Hello!?” You yelled but no answer, probably just your imagination.

In the middle of the movie a scary jumpscare scene came on making you scream and almost drop the bowl which is filled with delicious sweet popcorn but as you screamed it was suddenly muffled by a glove coverd hand. Your eyes widen and you looked up only to stare into two red eyes but the face was covered by a balaclava. The guy but his finger against his lip, making a shh as a sign for you to shut the fuck up.

You nodded and he walked around after taking his hand off you mouth. You followed his movements and now he stood before you, he looked huge and intimidating as he caressed your beautiful face. Thumb sliding alonge your pink lips before he took your ankel in his hands and slide you on the edge of the couch. Spreading your legs and pressing his buldge against your clothed wet cunt. It turned you on even if its a intruder you still liked it and made a wet stain between your legs.

Your eyes widen as he ripes your sweatpants off pulls your panties to the side and slides his fat cock inside without any lub, it hurt but also felt good. You moand and sobbed a little as he thrusted in and out of you like an animal until suddenly your phone rang again. The guy reached for it and accepted the call, holding it against your ear.

“H-Hello?…” you answered trying to hold back moans. It was your mother who wanted to check up on you but she choose the worst time every. “Honey…how are you doing? I hope you had a good day…” she said sweetly you felt bad that she called at the worst time but now you couldn’t change it. “I-ugh-i’m doing f-fine…what a-about you…” you keept the conversation so she wouldn’t think something is wrong. The guy had enough and just ended the call making your mother think you hung up on her.

Your hands which weren’t tied up were reaching for his mask trying to take it off but he noticed it and ‘tsk’ed before taking your arms in one hand as you whimperd. “W-Who are you?!” You asked pantingly but he shaked his head refusing to tell you but his eyes…his eyes are telling you you know him. After a few more rough thrust he came inside, you thought is going to be over but you thought wrong…

You screamed as he pulled out a knife and stabbed you right in the chest but not hard enough to meet your heart…You pushed him away with your feet and got up from the couch but since he fucked you so roughly your legs gave up making you fall on the floor, you tried crawling away but he took your ankles and slide you back to him as you screamed for your life. He turned you around and began stabbing you to death, blood splashing everywhere, on the couch, your body, his face. The last thing you were able to do was grab his mask and rip it off his face…

…it was katsuki. You ex boyfriend who you’re upset with…

[bemusedlybespectacled]

Minor tangent but I have seen a specific criticism of OFMD multiple times that's along the lines of "the problem was the first three episodes being too dark and gritty instead of being our fluffy kind gay show."

And I strongly disagree with that criticism.

Like, Season 1 already had its dark and gritty moments. It was never 100% fluffy. Everything Ed does at the end of 1x10 (throwing Lucius overboard, cutting off Izzy's toe, marooning the crew, and kidnapping Jim and Frenchie) is the most obvious example, but there are others: Stede's experiences as a child, Ed's abusive father, Jim's family's murder. All of them are shown to still be affected years later in a way that impacts how they interact with other people, which is why it's emotionally satisfying when they find love despite it.

Addressing the events of the S1 finale in the first couple of episodes of S2 was vital. It solidifies just how devastated Ed is and how that devastation has affected everyone else, both negatively and positively, for a given value of "positive" (the Kraken crew is clearly closer as a result of their shared trauma). The scenes showing how being part of Stede's crew changed them for the better (talking to and hugging Izzy, Jim telling Fang the wooden boy story with the voices, etc.) were absolutely necessary and arguably the strongest parts of the show, and I don't think we would have had that if the stakes weren't so high. "Ed is a bit mopey sometimes, but it's not that bad!" just doesn't have the same oomph.

Had they pulled a Last Jedi and started 2x01 by throwing away all that build up from 1x10 and making a joke about it, it would have been a poorer show. The times when darker things were treated as a joke (Lucius' experience after being thrown overboard), flat-out ignored (Stede's fairly obvious anxiety disorder), or blown past because of time constraints (Ed getting voted off the ship and then reinstated as part of the crew within a day) were when the show was weakest.

The problem, of course, is that once you've acknowledged that impact, you need to keep acknowledging it. It needs to continue having an impact. And you can't do that if you don't have the time to explore it because you need to skip ahead to the part where everything's fine now.

I'm not saying that they needed to fully shift gears and stop being a comedy entirely. I think S1 threaded the needle pretty well in terms of balancing the conflict with humor. Like, Ed has a breakdown in the bathtub over murdering his father and what a horrible person he is and his plan to kill Stede, and none of that is a joke; the joke is when Stede checks to make sure Ed isn't going to kill him. The sad stuff can be taken seriously and we can still have humor to break the tension! We can do it! We have the technology!

But you can't have a serious thing happen for the sake of growth and then hand wave it away later when it's inconvenient. And you definitely can't introduce ways to break that tension (surprise, Stede is alive because he used This One Weird Trick!) and then not use it when it's inconvenient (surprise, Izzy is alive because he– oh, wait, no, he's dying for realsies).

The issue wasn't the show having dark and gritty bits at all. The issue was the lack of time for those dark and gritty bits to do their fucking job: being a catalyst for personal and relationship growth in a way that actually matters to and affects the story.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 44

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The smell of popcorn is like home. You don’t really have one of those. No, you just exist in Lloyd’s space, occupy the role he’s assigned to you, the one he’s abandoned you to. But that buttery aroma, the salty taste, is familiar and longlost. You can’t remember the last time you were in a theatre, or the last time you were excited.

You are. You are almost ecstatic to be there. To be away from the house for a few more hours. You lead Andy down the aisle and find your row, following the curve to your numbered seats. As you glance over at him and sit in the cushiony leather chair, you almost forget about everything outside the dark theatre.

For an instant, you could pretend you’re on a date with a cute guy. Again, when was the last time that happened? When was the last time Colin took you out? You always planned date nights and it was like dragging a cat to the bathtub. And Lloyd, those weren’t dates, those were humiliation. This isn’t a date either.

You balance your bag of popcorn in your lap and place your cup in the holder set into the leather arm. You feel along the chair and find the button, reclining halfway as you get comfortable. Andy bends his arm over the shared arm rest, picking at his popcorn as the previews begin.

“This is nice,” he whispers. You don’t know why he is, the place is empty. It’s a midday matinee in the middle of the week.

“Yeah,” you agree, “I miss movies.”

“Oh yeah? I prefer the drive-in,” he leans over a little closer, “used to pack up the car, a cooler of drinks and snacks, and take the whole family…” he sighs wistfully, “it was fun. I miss it.”

You’re quiet. Unsure how to answer, you pop a few kernels in your mouth and chew. You swallow and feel a pang, the most you’ve felt in at least a month.

“I’m sorry, Andy…”

“Don’t be. Please. I was lucky, I got good years out of it and I hold onto them,” he rolls a piece of popcorn between his fingers and drops it back with the rest, “not everyone is lucky enough to have that even.”

You feel as if he’s talking about you. It isn’t a surprise. You haven’t been subtle. You’re miserable and Lloyd’s presence screams in everyone’s face. You’re as good as a single mother.

“I’m sure Lloyd will show up soon,” Andy says, “how could he not? With a wife and daughter waiting on him. No man could resist.”

“Please,” you scoff, “I don’t wanna think about it. I want to just forget for a little bit.”

“Yeah, I know what that feels like too,” he sits back, “deal. We’re not us for the next two hours. We’re just two friends enjoying a movie.”

“That sounds amazing,” you breathe and grab another handful of popcorn, “wish we could stay forever.”

🧸

Twenty minutes in, you roll up the top of the mostly empty bag. You set it to one side of your seat and lean back against the leather chair. You yawn as you try to focus on the plot of the movie. You didn’t see the original so it’s all new to you.

You shift around, trying to get comfortable as you feel a tingle around your eyes. You’re tired and the darkness isn’t help. You lean on one elbow and yawn again. You cradle your head as you focus on the actors, trying to lose yourself in the world of cinema.

You don’t know when it happens, there’s a scene on a train, and then the world is gray. You slump over and doze off, falling into a swirl of reams, a mesh of your reality and the movie. The thrumming soundtrack seeps through but doesn’t break your slumber.

You wake only as a sudden boom crack from the surround sound. Your eyes snap open as you find your head propped against a warm pillow. Your arm is slung across the leather as you hug Andy’s and your head is propped up just against his shoulder.

“Oh,” you pull away, “I’m so sorry.”

“Nah, don’t worry,” he chuckles, “you’re tired. It’s fine.”

“Yeah, I… I guess,” you rub your eyes and try to sit up.

“I don’t mind,” he insists and reaches across the armrest, rubbing your back, “you got a little one waiting to keep you up at home. Movie’s boring anyway.”

You look down and sniff. His touch is comforting even if unexpected. You slowly let yourself lean into him again and he wiggles to get closer on his side. You put your head on his shoulder again, “thanks.”

“No problem,” he says softly.

You sit like that for a while. Your eyes won’t close that time. You’re too aware of his heat, of his scent, of how nice it feels to have his hand just behind your hip. You watch the movie lazily beneath your lashes as his fingers move mindlessly along your side, a soothing up and down.

Your heart swells as your eyes haze. You’re so stupid. Don’t even think of it. You’re gross and old and ugly. He’s just being nice and you’re just desperate.

You tilt your head up to look at Andy. It takes him a moment before he returns your gaze, the blue hue of the screen limning his features. His brows draw together curiously. You raise yourself just a little and bring your hand up to feel the soft pelt of his beard. He shudders.

You press your lips to his. It’s electric and tinged with a sliver of instant regret. Before you can pull away, his hand travels up your back. He catches the back of your head with his other and keeps you angled awkwardly over the arm of the seat.

You give in. You let yourself fall into the moment. You forget about everything else and squeeze your eyes shut tight. You’re not a sad old divorce, you’re not a neglected wife, you’re that girl who used to make out in dark theatres until her head spun.

You drag your hand down his neck and feel the firm muscle of his chest. He rubs up and down your back, squeezing your side. You’re reminded of the extra weight but he doesn’t relent. You devour each other until your breathless.

When he finally lets you go, you sit back and stare forward. He does too. You languish in tense silence as the movie ends and the credits roll. It’s as if you’re both stunned.

“I’m married,” you utter grimly.

He nods and leans forward, elbows on his knees, “I know.”

“I have a child.”

“Know that too.”

“I’m broken.”

He’s quiet. He lets out a gritty exhale and clicks his tongue, “no, you’re not. The asshole left you, you’re hurt.”

“It doesn’t make it right.”

He sniffs and sits up, pushing his shoulders back, “did it feel wrong?”

The question hangs between you. You can’t answer him. You can’t bear to tell the truth but you know he felt it too. It’s not something magical like love, but it’s something simple and base. It’s loneliness and need. It’s two people abandoned in different ways, coming together in a carnal commiseration.

You slide to the front of the seat and stand, gathering up your trash. Andy does the same, not saying a word. This time, you trail him up the row and into the aisle. You catch up to him, walking parallel as you take the low steps towards the back of the theatre.

“We should go to the drive-in some time,” you suggest, “triple showing…”

He stops by the bin to dump his garbage, and takes yours to drop it in too. Then, he surprises you. He puts his arm over your shoulders and ushers you through the door, into the bright lights of the lobby. You feel the tension in him, rigid, almost quaking.

“You think Dottie will let you stay out past curfew?“ He goads.

“It won’t be the first time I’ve snuck out after dark,” you giggle.

[nolita-fairytale]

still into you | carmen 'carmy' berzatto x fem!reader | bonus smut scene

summary: the bathtub smut scene i robbed us of. a continuation of chapter one.

warnings: 18+ chapter -- minors dni, smut, unprotected sex in long term relationship, p in v, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), spanking (just twice, lol) she/her pronouns & fem anatomy mentioned

word count: 2.2k

listen to: holy - king princess (playlist here)

a/n: can we talk about this iconic and incredible banner that @allthefandomstogether made for this story?! thank you so freaking much. it is pure perfection. anyways in honor of the bear season 2 teaser being released, i need a cold shower after writing this send help.

read: chapter one

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“Let’s put it on the list… for when we’re ready to move to a new place,” he suggests, quietly. 

“Somewhere with a big tub?” you ask, only sort of surprised by his request. 

“Yeah.”

You turn your head to look at him, as Carmy presses a searing kiss to your lips. You feel his hand snake between your legs and you begin to understand exactly why he’s enjoying this whole bath thing. 

“As much as I’m enjoying this…” he whispers against your lips. “Think you maybe want to get out of this tub…”

Another kiss.

“… dry off…”

You slide your tongue against his as his fingertips move higher up your inner thigh, earning a hiss of pleasure from you. 

“…not put our clothes back on?”

And then he’s swallowing your moans in his mouth, as he continues his exploration. Your head is spinning, and it’s not just the hot water that makes you feel as if your soul was set aflame.

“Yes,” you whimper as he fingers begin their exploration. He slides them through your folds and you throw your head back, grateful that his shoulder catches you. 

You relax into Carmy, hissing as he dips his index finger inside of you. Your breathing begins to become heavier as he continues touching you, alternating between sliding his index finger inside of you, then dragging his rough, calloused fingertips up and down your core. His mouth pressed against the shell of your ear, his tongue leaving patterns in their wake. Carmy nips at your earlobe before murmuring a few words, his voice heavy with lust:

“You trust me?”

“Always.”

He waits a beat before saying:

“Good. I wanna make you cum on my fingers first, pretty girl.” 

You feel his words shoot straight to your core as you clench around the combination of his index and middle finger he’s now slipped inside of you. 

“If that’s okay with you.” 

Even after all these years, you love how eager to please he still is.

“Yes, baby,” you say, a smile in your voice. “Very okay.” 

Carmy smirks contently. 

The fingers he has inside of you journey up through your folds, expertly finding your clit as he begins to rub gentle and deliberate circles. You sigh his name, letting the man you love make you feel absolutely incredible. He buries his face in the crevice of your neck, gently biting then soothing the little marks he leaves with his lips and tongue. 

“Carmen,” you pant, suddenly remembering that you’ll be in front of people tomorrow. “Not right there.” 

“Hm?” he hums, only half-focusing on what you’ve just said. 

His mouth moves further down the top of your shoulders, as he begins to speed up his ministrations, earning another cry from you.

“Don’t want everyone to see what I do to you? How I make you feel?”

You cry out in response as he bites your shoulder, a little harder this time. 

“Somewhere I can hide under my chef whites please,” you practically beg him as he begins to speed up the pace of his fingers. 

“Think I can do that,” he murmurs into your skin. 

Carmy lifts his head off of your shoulder, leaning back against the tall walls of the deep bathtub. His other hand moves around your waist, pressing your back against him, and you feel how absolutely hard he’s become. As his hand comes up to play with your nipples, he stops any movement with his fingers, sliding them back down to your entrance. 

You buck your hips up into his hand, impatiently.

“This what you want, pretty girl?” he asks, his voice husky. 

His fingertips circle your entrance, but he’s still not where you want him. You let out an impatient groan, whimpering out his name. He knows he’s teasing you and there’s a part of him that loves hearing you beg. 

Loves hearing how much you need him.

“Yes, baby,” you pant. “Please. I just want you inside of me.”

And he loves the way it sounds when you say it. 

He slides his fingers back inside of you, in and then out of you at a dangerously slow pace, earning a sob from you. 

“Just wanna make you feel good, sweetheart.” 

And just like that, his hand on your breast begins squeezing, pushing you against his chest, desperate to have you closer to him. He continues fucking you with his fingers with the hand between your legs, as you let go, enjoying this too much to have a care in the world about anything else.

“You are,” you breathe out. “So good, Bear. You make me feel so good.” 

Carmy lets out soft moans into your skin as he mouth returns to your shoulder. He’s bucking his hips against you as his fingers find that spongy spot inside of you. You let out a loud moan the minute he hits it, his lips curling into a smile against your skin. 

“Right there?”

“Yes.” 

Carmy curls his fingers, making a ‘come hither’ motion with them, and you can no longer contain your moans. He knows you’re on the verge and he has no intention of stopping you. The sound of your moans, the way you pant his name, how desperate you are to cum – it’s like crack to him.  It all goes straight to his cock, hard and weeping, yearning to be inside of you. 

But he’s not ready for that. 

Not until he makes you cum first. 

He’s a man on a mission with only one goal in mind. 

“You gonna cum, baby?”

“Carmen,” you whimper. 

“Yes, god. Please let me cum.”

He takes you higher. 

And higher.

You feel it like a wave reaching its peak. There’s a tension building, so close to snapping, and as it does, you feel the waves of pleasure crash within you as you let out a loud moan. You’re writhing against your boyfriend as he presses your back to his chest, and you’re gripping the edge of the tub with your hand closest to it. Carmy’s not letting you go anywhere. He wants you exactly where he has you, his hand between your legs, completely at his mercy. 

As you begin to come down, your mouth feels dry from all the panting and gasping you’ve been doing. You swallow, and Carmy begins to release you, his grip loosening around your waist. 

“What was that… about getting out of this tub? Drying off?” you ask, unsure of how you’ve managed to get words out after that. 

“Not putting our clothes back on?” Carmy completes your sentence. 

“Uh huh.”

In an instant, you’re standing up in the tub, letting the hot bath water fall down your naked body. Your nipples stand erect against the round, full shape of your breasts as Carmy follows suit, making his way to a standing position. You can’t help but notice his extreme erect dick just begging to be inside of you and the thought alone sends chills down your spine. You’re both quick to towel off, only half way drying your bodies off before Carmy is walking you back to the messy hotel bed from your nap earlier that day. 

And he’s very much looking forward to messing up this bed in another way with you. 

You fall into position like it’s second nature: Carmy on top of you, your legs wrapped around his waist as he grinds against your wet heat. He reaches down, ready to guide his hard, leaking cock inside of you. 

“Wait,” you say.

Carmy stops, his eyes wide. 

“I want something else,” you say again. 

He nods as you sit up, shifting him onto his back. As you climb on top of your boyfriend, your knees straddling his hips, you crash your lips into his. You’re sucking on his top lip, then sliding your tongue against his, then dragging his bottom lip between your teeth as you begin to make your way down his gorgeously sculpted chest. 

“Baby, what’re you-?” he begins, trail off as you begin to kiss down his chest. You take your time, allowing your mouth to leave little love bites across his chest, down his torso, then snaking your tongue across his hip bones. 

He hisses in anticipation, as you reach down, grabbing his length in one hand. You pause, looking up at him, his eyes catching yours. With a wicked grin on your face, you lick just the tip of him, causing his eyes to close as he sighs on in pleasure. 

“Ffffuck,” he groans, as you begin to take him into your mouth. 

You slide your mouth from the head, all the way down his shaft, earning another heavy sigh from Carmy. Your mouth meets your hand, then you’re pulling back up, allowing your hand to follow, getting his dick ready to be inside of you. You use your hand and your mouth in tandem, and Carmy’s trying his best not to buck his hips into your mouth too hard. His head is thrown back, and he reminds himself to open his eyes, wanting to memorize the way you look while going down on him. 

He gathers your hair to one side so that he can see you as you alternate through movements, knowing just what he likes. 

Suck, lick, sliding your mouth down his length to meet your hand again. The gentlest squeeze… 

And then you’re sitting up, making your back up his body and guiding his achingly hard length into you. Carmy’s hands go to your hips as you sink down onto him, muttering something inaudible as he makes you feel so incredibly full. Your hands go to his chest, propping yourself up as you begin to move your hips, his eyes rolling back. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groans as you ride him. “What did I do to deserve this?” 

He knows he’s been an ass all week and he thinks you’re making him feel better than he deserves. 

You shake your head, moving your hips forward and back at an even pace. 

“Just wanna help you relax.” 

He moves a hand from your hips to your ass, raising up before coming back down with a loud smack. 

It’s just an encouragement, an ask for more. 

“Yeah?” he asks, feeling the fire in his belly grow stronger and stronger. 

You nod, beginning to ride him faster as he spanks you again causing you to throw your head back. You can feel his hips bucking up into you with a sense of urgency, as you meet each one with your own. Your hands go to your hair, just searching for something to hold onto because the way he makes you feel should be illegal. Carmy’s bouncing you on top of his hard length, and he’s hitting that spot so deep inside of you that you have to shut your eyes so tightly you’re seeing stars. 

Carmy doesn’t realize how wound tight he’s been all week – not until he’s watching you move on top of him, all feelings of worry and stress out of sight and out of mind. 

And then he’s pulling you down to him, keeping the fierce pace he’s set for the two of you. You roll your hips against his as he crashes his lips against yours again.

“Please just let me fuck you,” he murmurs in between kisses. 

You’re nodding with a, “Yes,” before he’s flipping you over onto your back, still inside of you. 

Carmy sits up, pulling your legs around his waist, slowing the pace of his movements down. He thinks the sight of himself disappearing inside of you will drive him absolutely insane, and he can’t tear his eyes away. 

In. Out. In. Out. 

Then he’s folding his body on top of yours, hiking one of your legs up higher on his hip so that he can hit that spot so deep inside of you that drives you wild.  

“Fuck, Carmy!” you cry. 

With the way you’re squeezing around him, he can tell you’re close. And so is he. He’s driving into you, one hand tangled in your hair as he buries his face into your neck. His other hand meets yours, interlacing his fingers between yours, pinning you down to the bed. His thrusts are deep and hard and you’re gasping – holding onto his shoulders, his biceps, and part of him that you can hold onto – as he moves on top of you. 

“Are you gonna cum?” you ask, barely able to get the words out. 

“Fuck,” Carmy howls as he lifts his head up. 

“Yes.”

His lips are back on yours for the messiest, wettest, hungriest kiss before he buries his face in your neck once again. His dick hits all of the right places, and you’re crying out his name, clamping down around him as he brings you to your climax. Carmy fucks you through it, his thrusts becoming more chaotic as he chases his high too. 

You’re practically hanging onto his arms for dear life as he gets closer. He’s driving into you, and you're losing your mind as his hand squeezes yours. Carmy lets out a few grunts as he cums, finally slowing down the pace of hips, before coming to a halt.

“Holy shit,” you say, shaking your head. 

You’re both flustered, sweaty messes, running your tongue over your kiss-swollen lips. 

He chuckles, lifting his head up to look at you. 

“Hi," he says.

“Hi,” you say back with a smile. 

Carmy moves up your body, leaning his forehead against yours, before leaving a small kiss on your nose. 

“I needed that.”

You giggle, “Me fucking too.”

He gives you a half smile in return. 

“C’mon. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

read: chapter two

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