#sigh...🛀

[krypt-kir]

Oh my god can I BE NORMAL ABOUT THE FUNNY MAN WITH A SHOTGUN....

[coryosmin]

ok, picture this:

coryo x shy!innocent!fem!reader who desperately wants to know what it's like to be eaten out :( but of course she's too nervous to say anything because she feels selfish wanting to be eaten out until she can't form words 🙄 but coryo is determined to make her see stars!!!!!

-🛀anon

yes yes 100% yes

nsfw | mdni

okay so like imagine this as a part two of innocence

you and coryo are in your bedroom, just hanging out together as you’re talking about anything and everything under the sun. it’s been a few days since you lost your virginity to him and you both remained the same afterwards, though coryo was definitely much more touchy feely than he used to be. and randomly, you begin to think about his lips and how plush they are.

and suddenly you’re thinking dirty thoughts about your best friend. like how his lips would feel on your pussy and how his tongue would inside of you. and now you’re blushing as you look at coryo, who’s telling you a story about something stupid that Festus had said earlier in the day.

“did you hear me?” coryo asked, snapping in front of your face.

“huh?” you said, blinking for a few minutes as you processed what coryo had said. “sorry, no i didn’t.”

coryo frowned, looking at you with concern. “what’s on your mind?”

your cheeks were red and you shook your head. “n-nothing,” you murmured shyly.

coryo quirked an eyebrow. “well clearly it’s something if you’re spacing out on me, princess.” that was another thing. he’s been calling you pet names frequently. you actually love it a lot. you won’t admit that though.

biting your lip, you didn’t know how you should respond. “i-well i was looking at your face,” you started.

“yes i could tell that much.” coryo replied.

“your lips just look so soft and plush,” you murmured, looking down at your lap in embarrassment. “i- i don’t wanna say.”

coryo tilted his head, grabbing one of your hands. god you’re so cute. he wanted to just take you again but he didn’t want to push you. “it’s just me, my dear, you can tell me anything.” coryo’s voice was so soft and comforting as he gently massaged your knuckles.

you pouted, unsure of how to bring this up. you felt dirty wanting to have his mouth on your cunt. isn’t it like not sanitary? you sighed, knowing your best friend had a point. “i was thinking about your lips…on me,” you whispered.

“like kissing you?” coryo asked, leaning in slightly.

you shook your head. you didn’t want to have to say it out loud but you knew you had to. “on-on my,” you cringed as you tried to say it, resorting to just pointing at your pelvis.

coryo’s eyes widened as he realized what you meant. instinctively, he licked his lips. oh my god you wanted him to eat you out. he was immediately hard. god you were just so adorable and innocent. he wanted you to be his completely. he wanted nothing more than to taste your pussy, to feel your juices on his face. “you want me to eat you out?” he asked carefully.

you bit your lip, nodding your head shyly. “if that’s what it’s called,” you whispered.

fuck he could cum in his pants by your words. “all you have to do is ask, princess,” coryo’s voice was thick as he spoke, already moving to kneel in front of you.

you whimpered at the sight of coryo kneeling in front of you. your feet were on the floor while you sat at the edge of your bed. “coryo, c-can you-“ you stuttered, very nervous and embarrassed. he reached a hand to caress your thigh. you cleared your throat, taking a deep breath. “can you eat me out?” you finally said.

coryo smiled. “of course i can, princess. good job on asking.” he complimented, kissing the skin of your thigh. you were wearing a dress. coryo hiked your dress up, revealing your pink lace panties. he glanced up at you. “did you wear these for me?” he asked.

you bit your lip, nodding your head.

coryo was definitely going to cum in his pants today and he’s not even mad about it. oh my god. coriolanus grabbed the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down for you and putting them into his pocket. he needs something for his thoughts later, right? coryo began to kiss up your leg, warming you up to him. and as he reached your thighs, he spread them carefully. you took a deep breath, looking at coriolanus. “gonna take such good care of you, okay?” he said, looking up at you with those soft baby blue eyes.

you nodded your head.

coriolanus looked at your glistening pussy, unable to help himself when he just dives in, licking your cunt. you let out a yelp that turned into a moan, your back falling onto the bed as you spread your legs more for coriolanus. coryo didn’t apologize. he couldn’t feel bad for not taking it slowly.

your cunt was delicious.

coriolanus lapped his tongue over your clit, sucking on it. you whined in pleasure, a hand gripping the sheets while the other gripped coryo’s locks, causing him to moan at the sensation. “oh my god!” you moaned.

coryo smirked against your cunt, taking in the beautiful sounds of your voice. your cunt was absolutely delightful and coryo was determined to make you cum at least two times on his tongue. he continued his assault on your clit, licking, sucking, nipping at the nub. and soon, you were clenching your thighs around his head, quivering as your orgasm hit you quickly.

but he didn’t stop.

even when you started whining from the overstimulation, saying “too much, too much,” coryo continued, moving his tongue to your hole. and while you may be saying it’s too much, you definitely pushed his face closer to your pussy, making coryo moan. his nose rubbed on your clit as he ate you out sloppily and messily. it was much different than the composed coryo he usually was.

but when coryo ate cunt, he ATE CUNT.

coryo couldn’t help himself when he began to rut his cock against the mattress, desperate for release as he ate you out. and when you’re cumming on his tongue again, he’s cumming too, inside of his pants.

and when he’s done, he’s looking up at you so prettily. your best friend looked much different like this. his face was glistening with your juices, his baby blues were glazed over, and his lips were plump and swollen. his hair was an absolute mess from your hand. oh my god, he was just so hot.

and let’s just say, he made you cum at least two more times that day.

[hebimoonlightwrites]

Im gonna be bad and request another NSFW with the summer prompt 🛀 with Haruomi <3 <3 😳😳 Can you make it soft and cuddly kind of NSFW,I just think it s something Haruomi would do with his Freader after a really long day at Raimentai then Paradox Club!

Writer's corner: Heyy! Sorry again for being very late at posting your request, sweetheart! It kinda took me some more time, as I wanted to make it perfect. We both know how difficult Haruomi is, aww♥ (but we all like him anyway!). As usual, let me know if there's something you want me to change or fix! Thank you for requesting!♥ Enjoy~

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER (FEM!reader)

Words: 979

Warnings: Soft NSFW!! (PLEASE, MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT!), kinda NSFW, mostly cuddly and teasing

☀️𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐨𝐦𝐢☀️𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖)

🛀: Having a bath together (NSFW)

That night the moon couldn't be seen, as the wind blew and the clouds were hiding its light with their shapes. Haruomi's steps could be heard more than usual, as his shoes were moving occasionally hitting some puddles on the ground. The streetlights were making the rain drops on Haruomi's black hair sparkles in the night. His hair was messy but fluffy, while his amber eyes, lost in his own thoughts, had an hint of tireness in them. It was evident: the only thing Haruomi wanted after that long day- first at Raimentai and second at Club Paradox- was to get to home and relax. He could still hear Club Paradox's music and noises in his ears, as he was now alone, walking home. 

As he got home, he could only find you laying on the couch, your soft lips softly parted as your breathing was regular. Your cute eyes closed and your soft hair all over the pillow your arms were sweetly hugging. Haruomi smiled slightly at the sight of your cute body laying there. He let out a soft chuckle, almost not audible: "did you try to stay up and wait for me...?", he got closer and patted your head softly. As a response he received a mumble. He smiled slightly and kissed your forehead, as he whispered: "you're so stubborn.. I had told you to go to sleep early... you worked so hard, yet you stayed up for me...". He then sighed and walked to the bathroom, noticing that you had already prepared his clean clothes and the bathtub for him. Haruomi only sighed and smiled slightly again, his amber eyes looking for your sleeping figure again. That's when he noticed that you were slowly waking up: "Babe..?", you whispered with a tired voice. As you stretched your body, moving your arms up, his piercing eyes moved on your cute expression and on your belly visible due to the top. After some seconds Haruomi noticed your clean clothes next to his ones, they all folded in the bathroom.

"Why are your clothes there too?", he asked. The black-haired man had actually understood... "Didn't you have a bath yet?", he continued, standing in front of the bathroom, holding the door's handle with an hand, his head turned to look at your figure. You stood up, scratching the back of your head, getting your hair messier but fluffier too. His amber eyes sparkled.. you were too cute, even that way. His lips curved slighty in a smirk. "No.. I was waiting for you.", you smiled and got closer, your hair looked like a cute cloud, one of those which were covering the moon that night. The only difference in Haruomi's eyes was that that cloud of your hair wasn't hiding the beautiful light of your eyes and personality. He couldn't see the moon that night, but the sun in your eyes, shining the brightest. He sighed: "You want to cuddle?", he asked without any hesitation. You blushed but nodded smiling. 

"Okay... this will be your reward for the hard work.", he whispered as his hand caressed your cheek and his lips met yours. In a blink of eyes, you both were cuddling in the bathtub, your body on his, your skin in contact with his. The water in the bathtub wasn't too hot, but warm enough to let you both relax. You could feel his big and strong hands moving up and down on your back, slowly and sensually. Haruomi liked to tease you as he playfully moved his fingertips on your skin in cicles. Your lips occasionally met, just like your hands massaging his chest. Both of your eyes staring into each other, as your love wasn't fake, but real, authentic. Even if Haruomi wasn't an extroverted man, his love for you was pretty visible. Everyone knew that he would have done even impossible things to make you the happiest woman alive. And you knew it was true. You would have done your best.. you would have given all you had to him...

"Was that a shiver? Hehe..", he whispered and chuckled as you suddenly shivered softly at his touch. You could only giggle nervously. But Haruomi's defensive part spoke for him: "You want to get dressed, babe..?", he whispered with a tone of voice different from his usual one. It was low, it was soft and lovely. You shook your head: "N-no... I...", you moved your head on his chest and you could hear his heartbeat being relaxed yet strong, as if he was living one of the most important moments of his entire life. Suddenly you could feel his hands moving on your skin, reaching your thighs and lower back. His caresses felt like heaven.. no, better... his caresses were heaven for you. You sighed softly and closed your eyes, feeling as if nothing else mattered in that moment, but you both being together that close. You could feel his breathing against your head, his lips occasionally meeting your hair and, even if you weren't looking at him, you knew he was getting lost in the scent of your shampoo, closing his piercing amber eyes as his nose was meeting your hair for the umpteenth time. You smiled. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, your lap on his, and your hands caressing the back of his head, your fingers moving through his black hair. 

"Are you sleeping?..", he whispered before playfully biting your ear: "Don't fall asleep here or you're gonna get a cold, you dummy sleepyhead..". You chuckled and snuggled against his bare chest again. You loved his skin's scent too much and you really didn't want to move away, not that moment. Haruomi softly moved his hands on your lower back again, before sighing: "If you want...", he said with a lower tone of voice.

"We could keep going later... in bed."

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[enchantedchocolatebars]

Fic Request: When Luz and the gang return to her house with kid Philip, she introduces Pip to her mother and Vee. Camila takes pity on the little guy and gives him a nice warm bubble bath.

🫧 Bubble Bath 🛀

When Camila Noceda opened her front door on a dark and stormy night, the mother immediately let out a gasp, utterly shocked by the sight she saw as she brought a hand to her mouth.

Her daughter, the one who she had only seen through a reflection, the one who she wanted badly to hold and hug in her arms and never let go, the one who she had tearfully pleaded to stay in the Humun Realm with her when she returned, was finally back.

She was right in front of her in the flesh, but she wasn't alone.

She was among the company of other teens who all had pointed ears, as well as a smaller boy with brown hair and human ears.

The brunette boy held onto a blonde witch teenager tightly as the older boy had one arm around him and the other wrapped around a younger witch boy with black hair.

Luz could tell that her mother was speechless by her expression on her face, so she chose to speak first.

A sad smile spread on her lips.

"Hey, Mom," Luz began, her voice strained and fragile as she endeavored to hold back the tears that appeared in her eyes.

"I'm back."

As Camila continues gazing at her daughter, she immediately gives her a hug as Luz quickly returns it, causing tears to flow down the duo's eyes.

...

"... After that, the Collector turned him into a kid."

Luz explained the events she and her friends experienced to her mother and Vee as they were all gathered at the dining room table.

"Mom, Vee, this is Philip," she sighed, gesturing at the brunette.

Her sadness over being separated from Eda and King was still present.

That really happened to him?" Vee asked.

Luz nodded.

Camila's gaze on Philip became worried as she got up from her seat and walked over to him.

Leaning down some, her hand went to pat his head.

"Oh, you poor thing," she whispered, taking note of his disheveled state.

Camila turned to Vee.

"Vee, get the tub ready for him," she instructed.

"On it!" Vee responded enthusiastically as she stood and slithered towards the stairs.

The mother then returned her gaze to Philip.

"I'm going to give you a nice, warm bubble bath," Camilla said softly, smiling at him.

"Bubble... bath?" Philip repeated, tilting his head.

"Have you ever had one before?"

Philip shook his head.

He has received baths from his older brother in the past, but he doesn't recall any bubbles in the tub.

Camila giggled.

"Well, you're in for a surprise then."

...

"Having fun?"

Camila asked with a giggle as she sat on a small stool in front of the bubble-filled tub that Philip was currently in.

The brunette let out a bright laugh, soap suds covering his hair and body.

"I am!" He beamed, playing with the single rubber horse toy that floated in the tub.

He loved the feeling of being in a bathtub with bubbles.

"Thank you, Miss!"

After wiping his face with a damp washcloth for the final time, Camila smiled.

"Aw, you're welcome, baby," she cooed softly, setting the cloth back in the tub before standing up.

"Now hang tight, okay?" she told him, heading towards the bathroom door.

"I'll be right back with a big towel to dry you off."

A sweet smile is sent his way.

"And you can call me 'Camila'," She winks before leaving.

[ohbabydollie]

i’m actually convinced that schlatt and quackity don’t associate themselves anymore😭😭

-🛀

it hurts to hear this esp after hearing that schlatt was quackity’s closest friend around 2020 😔😔

*sigh* pumpkinduo will always live on in my heart

[angstyaches]

ooh i would adore 5 from the emoji requests for elliot!🍄

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Number 5 was this: 🤒🛌🥵🛀😵‍💫🤢🤮😭🆘

CW: fever, sickness, multiple caretakers, body horror elements, vampire whump, loss of control, emeto, fear.

Word Count: 3,000+

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🤒🛌 

Felix patted his jacket pocket, satisfied that his keys were tucked in there. He glimpsed his reflection in the hallway mirror; his two stubby pigtails poked out from underneath his woolly hat, and he had his scarf pulled up to his top lip in anticipation for the outdoors. It hadn’t dropped below 12 degrees Celsius all month, but Felix and his bad immune system were taking no risks. He needed to be in a good condition to take care of Elliott. 

Elli, he thought, grimacing as he glanced towards the front door. He needed to get going, but... He turned and trotted back up the stairs to the first floor. 

He passed Shayne’s door first; he wondered if he should have asked his cousin to come and help him today, since Elliott was indisposed, but Ryan seemed to be subtly cracking down on how much time Shayne was spending outside of the townhouse lately. 

Which meant that even more outside-world errands rested solely on Felix’s shoulders today. 

He opened the door to his and Elliott’s bedroom and shuffled inside. 

He had only left him twenty minutes ago, but it still wrung Felix’s heart to see his poor darling sprawled stiffly on the bed, eyes squeezed shut as though it pained him to keep them closed, but would pain him more to open them. The duvet was folded and put on top of the dresser, since Felix couldn’t bear seeing it kicked into a tangled mess on the bedroom floor. Nobody had needed to take Elliott’s temperature to know that he was burning up; Felix was convinced he could feel his partner’s body heat in the very air in the bedroom.  

“He-ey,” Felix whispered as he tiptoed closer to the bed.  

A curt grunt was his only response. 

“Can I do anything at all for you before I leave?” 

Elliott nodded without opening his eyes or releasing any of the tension in his face. His voice was strained, as though he were carrying something heavy and struggling to keep his muscles from ripping. “Could you let in a little light?” 

Felix wrung his hands, but still paced his way over to the window. “Are you certain you’re a vampire?” 

A half-hearted grunt came from the bed. 

“It won’t aggravate the nausea?” Felix asked as he took the curtains in his hands. 

“No nausea right now. Just the damn fever.” Elliott heaved each word out as though it winded him just to talk, so Felix didn’t prod him for any more information. He made a gap in the curtains, just a couple of inches wide, so that the morning glare created a strip of light through the room. At its furthest point, it almost reached the bedroom door, and it drew a line over Elliott’s ankles along the way. 

As he approached the bed again, Felix smiled to see that the frown on Elliott’s face had softened just slightly. In fact, he found himself being studied up and down, the dimples in Elliott’s cheeks appearing. 

“You look very cozy.” 

Felix smiled, tucking his chin a little deeper into his scarf.  

“Could I trouble you for a kiss?” 

“Of course, darling.” Felix found himself slipping into a whisper again; Elliott hadn’t looked quite so peaceful in a long time, and it felt like something that might shatter if he wasn’t careful. 

“Come.” The command was as delicate as a rose petal touching water, and Elliott’s dimples pressed harder into his cheeks as Felix leaned over him.  

Between the bristles of Elliott’s untamed beard and mustache, his lips were startling warm against Felix’s, as though he’d just had hot stones pressed against them. The strangest thing was that these recent fevers didn’t seem to make Elliott sweat excessively; Ryan had tried to explain that throughout all of the biological changes happening within Elliott’s body, no external waste was being generated, or something along those lines. 

“Go,” Elliott sighed once the kiss ended. And, with an air of wistfulness, “Go, and be useful.” 

“Oh, you are so useful, darling,” Felix whispered, dropping one last kiss on Elliott’s lips. As he slid from the bed, Felix let his fingers trace Elliott’s exposed waist and drift along the ridges of his hipbones, the suggestiveness of the touch only slightly diminished by the fact that his hands were in gloves. “If you rest up, I’ll make... excellent use of you when I return home.” 

“Hmm,” was all that Elliott said in response, but the way he narrowed his eyes and pulled his lower lip inward was enough. 

“See you in a tad,” Felix said softly, turning to leave before he became too distracted to complete his tasks. 

“Bye, gorgeous.” 

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🥵🛀 

Felix gasped when he stepped back into the bedroom that afternoon, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of the empty bed. The duvet was still folded and put aside, but the top sheet was rumbled and the pillows seemed to have been rearranged. 

“Fee.” 

His name being spoken through the left-side wall made him jump and almost drop his cinnamon tea latte. He skittered over to the bathroom door and pulled it open, expecting to be hit with a wave of steam that never came. 

“Hi, gorgeous.” The back of Elliott’s head faced the door, and the rest of him was stretched out inside a bath full of water. Literally – full. If Elliott had moved his arms or legs at all, he would have sent a wave over the side of the bath and onto the tiled floor. 

“You knew it was me.” 

“Full vamp hearing is kicking in,” Elliott sighed, slowly turning his head. He looked exhausted, his yellow irises devoid of their amber light, eyelids sluggishly low, beard still untamed. He met Felix’s gaze for just a few seconds before looking pointedly at the cup in his hand. “I could hear you sipping away at that thing from the driveway.” 

Felix blushed and propped his latte beside their toothbrushes so he wouldn’t be tempted to inflict any more slurping on his partner’s senses.  

“You decided to take a bath?” 

Elliott nodded. “Stupid fever wouldn’t let up.”  

Felix dipped a pinkie finger into the bathwater and yanked it back, shaking it dry. “Gosh, that’s nippy, darling.” 

“That would be the point.” 

Felix considered that for a moment, wishing he still had his warm cup in his hands. “Well, has it helped?” 

Elliott raised his eyebrows, blinking slowly. “You tell me.” 

Felix smiled and crouched next to the bath, knees almost touching the ceramic, and pressed the back of his hand to Elliott’s forehead. Next, he leaned in and kissed that exact same spot. “I would say you’ve regressed from fresh McDonald’s apple pie filling to... a slice of toast still just hot enough to melt butter onto.” 

Elliott let out a soft, sputtering laugh, wincing just a bit. “I don’t know what other kind of answer I could have expected from you, but somehow, it wasn’t that.” 

“You feel a little cooler,” Felix conceded. 

“No, no. Don’t you dare dumb it down for me.” Elliott’s voice was still sitting at a lower register, his expressions and movements slowed.  

His gaze drifted towards Felix’s lips, which prompted the smaller boy to lean in. The kiss was neither hot nor cold now, but soft and safe and familiar and him. 

As he pulled away, though, Felix’s heart sank with the feeling that Elliott had wanted the kiss to last longer than Felix had intended. He remembered the teasing banter he’d initiated earlier, and his guilt  

“Darling, since Shayne’s on lockdown, and... since you seem to be feeling stronger, I feel I should go and visit my mother. But I can stay if you –” 

Elliott’s head lurched to the side in confusion, his eyes narrowing to a squint, as though he were trying to decide if he’d forgotten something or not. “What – what do you mean, lockdown? What did he do?” 

“I don’t think he's done anything, I’ve just... I’ve been noticing Ryan acting strangely when it comes to him leaving the house...” Felix shook his head, all at once realising how silly it sounded. “I’m sure that it’s nothing. Perhaps he’s just been feeling unwell. Regardless, it has been a while since I saw my mother, so...” 

Elliot nodded. “Of course. You should go.” 

“I’ll be a few hours at most. Would you like a hand getting out of the bath?” 

“Nah.” Elliott shut his eyes and rested the back of his head against the wall. His feet were firmly placed against the opposite side of the bath; at least Felix could rest assured that he wasn’t in danger of slipping under the water. “I’m going to sit here a while longer.” 

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😵💫 

Shayne wasn’t sure why he had started taking so many naps. He wasn’t particularly tired; how could he be, since all he seemed to do was sleep? Some small part of him knew that this probably wasn’t good, but he had a firm list of things he hated, and introspection was one of them, so he tried not to think too much about it.  

He tried, instead, to figure out why he’d woken up as he did, feeling jumpy and paranoid. He had a faint memory of hearing a thump in his sleep; had that been a dream, or in real life? 

Sharing a wall with Elliott and Felix was like living in a very weird version of Hell at times, so he was reluctant to go investigating. Then again, the two of them always kept an ear out in case he ever needed anything, so it’d be kind of shitty if he didn’t at least attempt to do the same. So he pulled himself out of bed and went to the next door down the hall. He grew self-conscious at the last second that he was wearing an oversized hoodie of Charlie’s, and that he probably very much looked like someone who’d just woken up, but forced himself to knock anyway. 

“El? Fee? Everything okay?” He waited a couple of seconds, convincing himself that the room beyond the door was empty and that the noise had been in his imagination the whole time. 

And then he heard the groan, low and pained and carrying his name with it, and he pushed open the door. 

At first, it looked as though Elliott had decided to just sit down in the middle of the floor in his boxers and robe. It almost looked like he was bowing his head because he was reading something out of his lap, but there was nothing there for him to read. 

And besides, Elliott had a lot of bizarre sitting habits, but sitting on the floor wasn’t one of them. Elliott would rather bend his knees and hover in place than sit on a floor.  

Knowing this, Shayne moved a little closer, anxiety like a horrible grip on his insides. “El?” 

There was not a stir, not a sound, from Elliott besides a meagre, “Mmhmm.” 

“Fuck,” Shayne whispered to himself, his voice breaking. He glanced around for any signs that Felix was nearby, but couldn’t pinpoint anything. “I, um... Should I get Ryan?” 

Fucking fuck. Elliott was in a slump on the floor, and Shayne still couldn’t make a decision without wanting to check with him first. Gritting his teeth, he stood up again, deciding... deciding he would go and get Ryan – 

“N-no, no, n-no.” Elliott’s hand reached out, not quite making it to Shayne’s ankle. “Don’t bother, man, sh-she... She told me this might...” 

Shayne frowned and crouched again. “She told you what?” 

“Told me fainting was part of it, so...” Elliott seemed to be gathering himself, raising his head to actually look at Shayne as he spoke. His palms were now braced against the floorboards, as though he were getting ready to push himself up. 

“You fainted,” Shayne heard himself say redundantly.  

“Just for a moment.” Elliott squeezed his eyes shut and puffed out his cheeks. “Whoo. Alright. Shit. No, no, no.” He started to swipe at Shayne’s hands as Shayne was trying to figure out how to help steady him. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” 

“Yeah, you’re the fucking picture of health.” 

Elliott’s face contorted with a wince as he shifted his weight. Shayne could have sworn a heavy shadow slid over Elliott’s body, there and gone in the blink of an eye. 

“Shit. What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing. Just... everything.” 

“Everything?” 

“Fucking god damn everything,” Elliott whispered, his voice quivering with mirth as he caught Shayne’s eye. His mouth twisted into a weak smile. “Yeah, maybe I could use a hand.” 

Shayne suddenly started to question how much help he would be, considering Elliott’s weight compared to his, but Elliott didn’t seem to have any qualms about it, so he didn’t complain. He held out both hands. 

As soon as Elliott tried to grab on, his flesh dissolved in front of Shayne’s eyes. It started with his hand, which flickered out of sight from the fingertips to shoulder, a swirling darkness pulling back over muscle and bone until those dissolved, too. And then, all at once, Elliott’s entire body burst into a swirling vortex of tiny, fluttering bats.  

The transformation only lasted a couple of seconds before Elliott reformed. He was still slumped on the floor, but his arms were folded and his fingers were digging into his biceps. 

Shayne withdrew his hands, fear thrumming in his veins. He swallowed, keeping his gaze on Elliott, and held out his hands again. Slowly, Elliott looked up at him. 

“Thanks,” he rasped, reaching for Shayne’s hands. 

Shayne’s shoulders ached a bit and he had to set his feet firmly, but he got Elliott upright in a few seconds. And then a breathless Elliott drooped down on the edge of his bed and cradling his head in both hands.  

Instead of asking about the sudden, unexplained transformation, Shayne settled on something else. “Where’s Felix?” 

“Nursing home.” 

“Oh.” He would have gone with Felix to see Trish, and the others, if he’d been able to. Instead of lingering on that thought, Shayne forced himself to focus on Elliott. “Can I... do anything?” 

Elliott shook his head, so that it rocked slowly back and forth within his cupped palms. His hair was wet and slicked forward over his face, obscuring his expression now. “You don’t have to stay in here.” 

Shayne’s brain took that and translated it to, You shouldn’t be here. He took a step back from where Elliott sat. “Okay. I’m going.” 

“Mmm,” Elliott murmured. 

Shayne returned to the door slowly, in case Elliott changed his mind and asked for help again, but he didn’t. He went back to his room, thinking he’d probably get back into bed if he didn’t think of something else to do within the next minute. 

___ 

🤢🤮 

Elliott’s body shuddered in the few-second intervals between transformations, which only seemed to be getting closer together. The worst part wasn’t the physical sensation of shifting in and out of corporeality, but the switching of his senses themselves. As himself, he had only one set of eyes, which he kept firmly shut, but as the swarm of bats, he had more eyes than he could count, and although he was in control of all of them, none of them moved with any kind of unity. 

It was making his head spin whenever it reformed on his pillow. 

“Shit,” he growled to himself, digging his fingers into his arms. Aside from submerging his body in the bath, provoking a little bit of pain seemed to be the only way to keep himself... himself. He was grateful that Felix hadn’t seen him like this, and although Shayne had seen it happen just once, there was no way he’d guessed that it was happening so sporadically. He hoped he hadn’t been too short with the kid when he’d just been trying to help – 

“Ah,” Elliott exclaimed, heaving a deep breath once his body had remained intact for longer than a few seconds. He clung to how heavy, how solid he felt, hoping he would manifest the ability to remain –  

“Hurrghh,” he gasped, leaping upright and casting his head over the edge of the mattress. He’d completely missed the build-up of nausea in his stomach, the tingling in his cheeks, the wobbly feeling in his limbs. He’d missed the chance to dread this, the heaving, the splattering, the loss of control – 

His stomach contents formed a star-like shape on the floor, and Elliott’s vision teetered out into a million points of view, his weight drifting up from the mattress, his senses overwhelmed with the frantic battering of a thousand tiny wings. When he reformed again, he was curled even further forward, arms pressed to his stomach and his eyes squeezed shut.  

He darted from the bed as fast as he could, making for the bathroom, but he dissolved against before reaching the door.  

😭🆘 

When he reformed, he was down on one knee, trembling, convulsing. He felt himself gag, his belly cramping and his back arching forward, but that seemed like the least of his problems when he literally couldn’t hold himself together.  

He disliked the fear that rose in him, so he shoved it down and brought it back up as anger, encouraging himself with a few muttered curses. He ground his teeth into his knuckles, pinched the back of his hand, anything to keep physical sensation alive. 

When he started to move again, there were tears running down his face, gusts of breathing ripping deeply through his chest, and his guts kept sinking like he was going to dissolve through the floor. He tried for a growl of defiance, but felt his meagre grip on himself slip again, his vision flashing in and out of darkness.  

“Shit,” he choked out, palms thumping on the floorboards as he reformed. He’d sagged forward, tears dripping between his fingertips, his anger no longer a strong enough shield against the fear. He sank backwards, turning a hand as he flickered into a swarm of bats again, and passed through the wall. 

“Get Ryan,” Elliott gasped, barely giving himself time to materialise on Shayne’s floor. He winced as he dissolved out and back in again, twice in quick succession. “I think I need help.” 

[hockeygossipdaily]

Andrei gets his eyebrows threaded. His most recent set gave bella hadid tease. Eyebrow lift achieved. Arched to the gawds. Self care king. I just know he has an adequate hygiene routine. a lot of men dont bother past a lil 3 min lather rinse i fear, so anytime i clock eyebrows arched or nails w a hint of clear polish i sigh a breath of relief.🚿🧼🧽🛀

^

[kitten4sannie]

sigh...I'm yearning for sub ateez 🛀

me too girl me tooo *^* all i read is the nastiest subbiest san fics i can find on ao3 and then i just cycle through them all again and again lol they just ✨rejuvenate✨ my soul i swear. also guess whattt :3 i have actually written quite a few subteez fics in the past~~ press on the hearts to explore your options sweet anonnie ^3^ <33

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[lordgortrasha]

@sunweaves asked: 🛀 she immediately covers her eyes with her hand and apologises profusely

Gortash is not altogether unlike his precious machines.

With every morsel of power he draws into his grip, there is yet more work to be done. People to manage, decisions to be made. Everywhere he looks there are inadequacies and inefficiencies just waiting to be corrected—as if the whole world is a tangled wreck that can only be rectified by his careful hands. Any other man might be crushed by the sheer weight of the expectations thrust upon him, but Gortash? He lives and breathes for the work. As it piles upon him, he consumes it wholly, letting it occupy the deepest recesses of his over-eager brain.

Still, he is only human.

He still feels the persistent drag of exhaustion—the twinge of strained muscles in his neck and shoulders from too many long hours poring over books and missives. Despite every effort to stay awake and retain his focus, his thoughts drift and choke like ice upon a frozen river. He is tired. He aches. He needs to rest—for all his eager mind resists.

He savors the scalding heat of bathwater as it seeps into tired flesh, soothing hard muscle. But the pains are still there, like the growing echo in an emptying room. A sigh escapes him as he tries once more to focus on the folio of paperwork in front of him, a disorganized sheaf of loose pages assembled for his review. These things need his attention. But he seems to have little attention left to give.

His exhaustion is interrupted by a gasp from the door, the floundering of a familiar redhead as she moves to escape.

“Stop.” That singular word comes as a command, authoritative and immutable despite the frayed edges of his voice. He sets aside the folio of papers, leaning back against the tiled wall of the elaborate bath.

“Marcella,” he purrs, resting his elbows on the edge. “Dear Marcella. You’ve got talented hands. Come, give me a massage.”

[never-surrender]

🛀 to take a romantic bath with my muse (halsin)

He had taken extra care to fill the bath with different aromas, sprinkling petals of roses on the top before he went to fetch her from the bed. Lifting her into his large arms, Halsin smiles down to her, lifting her a little higher to press a kiss to her lips as he walked them to the bath he had just run for them. Placing her gently within it, Halsin soon steps in to join her, already naked from their previous activities...

And the heat has him sighing a low sound of content, legs tangled together with each of their feet on either side of the other. It doesn't last long, however, before Halsin is pulling her foot into his hands, beginning to work at the arch of her foot with clever fingers.

[arecaceae175]

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You knew this would happen. There are 509 :]

Sigh. I did. (/light hearted, joking)

+304 sentences, 2505 words to Delirium

+205 sentences, 2090 words to Sinking Deep

HOORAY finally finished these 😅😅 It was very fun, though. Thanks to everyone who participated!!

[intothewildsea]

🛀 hehe

The rain pelted down on the roof of her little cottage. It had been raining for hours, keeping the two of them cooped up inside. Vigor had fallen asleep, sprawled out on the spare bed, snoring softly. Niamh had worked on her knitting for a while, then decided that a nice, hot bath was just what she needed.

Once it was set up, she sank down into the warm water with a content sigh. She'd pinned up her hair so it wouldn't get wet, not wanting to deal with letting it dry. She propped her head back on the edge of the tub, staring up at the ceiling as she just relaxed.

The door to the bathroom opening caught her attention. She sat up and turned just as Vigor stepped inside. She didn't move to cover herself up - she wasn't one for modesty. But she did still feel some heat flush her cheeks.

"I thought you were asleep," she said, which was a rather silly thing to say. "Did...um. Did you need something?"

[regretevatorforrealrep]

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There's something 'bout the way you look in my eyesLike a starry night, you light up my skyYou lean in closer and my heart starts to poundI heard you sigh, you know I love that soundHe's bouncing off my booty cheeks, I love the way he ridesI can hardly breathe when he's pumping deep insideI kiss him on his neck and then he kisses on my bussyCall him "Daddy" while I hollerMan, that boy so damn good looking (looking, looking)We made love and then he kissed me, I don't want it to endEvery day we spend together, I fall more into himThat boy he takes my breath away, I can't find the words to saySo I wrote this little note, kiss it, seal it, so you knowI've got some time, if you've got some time tooYou've been on my mind baby, let me remind you while I lay you downI can't get enough, I'm stuck in your loveThat's fine with me, nowhere else I wanna beHe's bouncing off my booty cheeks, I love the way he ridesI can hardly breathe when he's pumping deep insideI kiss him on his neck and then he kisses on my bussyCall him "Daddy" while I hollerMan, that boy so damn good looking (looking, looking)You can be my king, no, this ain't just a flingI'm all in baby, I'm fallingYou can be my king, no, this ain't just a flingI'm all in, baby, I'm fallingHe's bouncing off my booty cheeks, I love the way he ridesI can hardly breathe when he's pumping deep insideI kiss him on his neck and then he kisses on my bussyCall him "Daddy" while I hollerMan, that boy so damn good looking (looking)You've got that kind of love I've only felt in my dreamsBaby, oh you save me, you're my everythingNow take 'em off and let's get down to business'Cause I hate wasting my time, just you wait and see

-Mod Folly

[hebimoonlightwrites]

hiii can i rq the having a bath rogether with iori :3

Writer's corner: Hii! Of course you can, dear! Just let me know if there's anything you'd like me to change or fix, so I can do it. Since you haven't told me about the gender, I'd write for GN! Reader. Hope it's okay, but let me know if it's not! Also I'll develop it as a scenario/headcanons♥ Enjoy and have a fantastic summer~!

mc's pronouns: GN! (THEY/THEM) reader

Warnings: NSFW (MINORS, PLEASE, DO NOT INTERACT!)

☀️𝐈𝐨𝐫𝐢☀️𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦

🛀: Having a bath together (NSFW)

☀️You were relaxing at home after a long day at the beach. Your breathing was deep and heavy due to your relaxed state and your beautiful eyes were closed as your naked body was leaned into the bathtub. Some music was playing in the background from your phone, allowing you to relax even more. Your voice was very quiet as a soft hum occasionally left your throat echoing in the warm atmosphere of the bathroom.

☀️ That relaxing atmosphere was stopped by a door opening. Soon you realized that time had passed quickly and that Iori was probably back home from Club Candy. As soon as your barely sleepy and full-relaxed mind thought about it, you could hear the bathroom's door opening and could see Iori's figure standing there and looking at you with a playful smile in his lips. "What a great surprise you gave me, y/n... I really want to join you right now.. you know, I'm tired after a long day~", as he said so, he started slowly undressing himself, keeping his piercing eyes on yours. You were still full-relaxed and your body was feeling weak due to the tiredness, but this didn't prohibit you to realize how excited Iori was slowly getting and how his eyes were moving down your body. That gaze was seductive and his lips were slowly becoming a lustful grin. As he took off his clothes, he let them fall on the floor. Before entering the bathtub joining you, he changed the song that was playing in the background, as if he wanted to set a kind of passionate and lustful atmosphere. His eyes looked at you with love as his hand started caressing your cheek, his voice becoming a soft whisper in your ear: "My cute baby is tired? Don't worry, my love... I'll make you relax more~ just trust your Iori, won't you?". As Iori said so, he immediately started playing with your skin, kissing your neck and moving his hands on your back. A soft sigh left your throat and you couldn't help but leaned your head backwards, just to leave him more access to your neck. He really knew what to do to make you feel good. He really knew where to touch... His hands knew what kind of magic do to make you tremble, to make you shiver. You couldn't help but gasp as his hands reached your most sensitive parts, gently but firmly massaging. "You like it, huh...?", he whispered to your ear, biting and suckling on your neck. Some soft moans left your throat as your head tilted on the left when he started biting the right part of your neck. You could tell he was enjoying what he was doing to you by the fact that he occasionally chuckled at your reactions, whispering a "how cute.." to your ear. The atmosphere became even hotter when his hands started moving lower on your waist and occasionally even massaged your right thigh, lifting your leg softly; you knew where he was going.. All this while keeping his hungry mouth on yours or on your neck. You could see his eyes being both loving and lustful on you. His soft and warm tongue occasionally even moved lower on your collarbone and on your chest, playing with your sensitive pink nipples. Another soft gasp left your chest as you felt him suckling on them, his thumbs playing with them too. He was slowly getting even more excited to be like that with you, as his hands softly slid lower, one holding your waist against his thigh and the other one starting playing with the most sensitive part of your body. His expression was lustful while his piercing eyes were looking into yours. He whispered to your ear as you started moaning louder, a soft but sensual song echoing in the bathroom alongside your heavy breaths and your moans.

☀️After finishing the foreplay and realizing that you were ready for a bit more, Iori looked at you with a slight hesitant look. His lovingly eyes were trying to get if you wanted to go further with him. He wanted you, but were you already exhausted? He whispered with a heavy breath: “Y/n… shall we…?”. As he got a soft look from you, he smiled and grabbed your waist, pressing it again his with confidence. He then smiled and whispered: “Let’s see if you can handle it… if it hurts, say it. I’ll try to be gentle, but.. I can’t promise I’ll be~”. Said that, Iori started moving his member into you, firmly but with care while caressing your hair. As he kept going even further and rougher, he noticed how your lips parted and your eyes closed. So Iori grabbed your jaw and lifted your head as he whispered: “Y/n! Don’t close your eyes!!.. look at me!.. look at how gorgeous our bodies are together.. look at how beautifully your Iori can make you feel!..”, he then leaned on your ear while keeping moving his member in and out of you, dominating you like nobody could ever do: “You like when I do this to you, huh~..!? In case you doubt it... I love it~..”. He kept moving even faster as he heard you panting and begging for more. He, amused, kept going still holding your jaw and your head up: he wanted you to both see and feel what was happening, he wanted you to remember what was happening! You could see his love and happiness going into you through his member and his touch, his tongue still teasing your neck. “You’re close already? Aww.. how sensitive and adorable you are, my love…”, Iori panted as he moved his member even faster with decision. He wanted you. He wanted to see you moaning his name at your peak. Only some more minutes passed and he heard you moaning his name. You both reached the maximum pleasure possible as your bodies tensed up for a few seconds before relaxing down completely .

☀️Iori chuckled and caressed your face speaking: “did you enjoy it?.. I’m glad.. I love it.. I love doing everything with you, my love..”. He then kissed your forehead and you saw his usual teasing and playful expression coming back: “We surely did a mess, huh? Luckily we’re still in the bathtub so we can clean!”, he chuckled and you couldn’t help but giggled blushing and giving a playful punch to his shoulder. That was true love.

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🛁

Put 🛀 in my ask for my muses reaction to yours walking in on mine in the bath.

accepting @bardesse

Lark had thought it was late enough that she could sneak away from camp to take a bath in the nearby lake. The fleeting twilight air nipped at her exposed skin as she worked on washing her thick, long hair. Copper brown and bounded around her in waves. It felt nice to be able to bathe.

Sighing softly, she relaxed in the water for a moment before she caught some movement out of the corner of her eye. She flinched and lowered her body more to conceal it from wandering eyes.

" H-Hello, my lady," Lark replied timidly; her face was as pink as the tip of her ears. " Do you need something?" she asked as she meandered through the water and hid behind a large rock.

[fayes-fics]

Balnea Interruptus

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem! reader, modern AU

Summary: Modern AU. Benedict barges in on you taking a bath

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, drunken people, drunken confessions, fingering, vaginal sex, bath sex, some verbal sparring, a smidge of humour.

Word Count: 1.6k (urghhh, godammit Faye, that's not a blurb)

Build a Blurb Prompt: Benedict 👹smut 👥friends to lovers 🍻drunk confessions 🛀shower/bath sex

Authors Note: 1k follower celebration fic. Here I go, getting carried away and breaking my own damn rules right out of the fucking gate. I got this one earlier today and let's say I got inspired shall we? Yes lets. Also sorry for the lethal picture, I needed one with a light blue shirt, okay? Unbetaed. Enjoy! <3

“What the fu…!!!” you squeal as the door flies open and slams against the tiles.

You were quietly sitting in your oversized bath after a long, hard day at work. Soaking away your troubles amongst some bubbles and drinking a second glass of bubbly, just the right side of tipsy and relaxed. Or at least you were.

You heard your flatmate El come home with some people but didn't expect this invasion. You really should have checked that you locked the damn door. But then there is another bathroom they could have used; this is your private en-suite off your bedroom.

“Oh, shit… sorry,” it's a slurred, delayed reaction. He’s definitely inebriated. But he doesn't move; he's just leaning on the door, hand wrapped around the door handle. “That looks comfy,” he adds, a stupid but attractively goofy smile on his face.

Benedict bloody Bridgerton, just what you don't need right now. The owner of problematic blue eyes and a handsome lopsided grin. The occasional guest star of your masturbatory fantasies, not that you would admit it, even to yourself, let alone him.

“Hello, flatmate’s brother,” you scowl pointedly, raising an eyebrow and slinking lower in the water to ensure the mountain of bubbles hides everything.

“Please don't be modest on my account,” he winks—the bloody troublemaker.

“Any reason you are barging into my private bathroom?” you ask with mock breeziness. He only picks up on the latter.

“Shaving foam,” he states definitively as if that explains everything.

“What about shaving foam?” you frown.

“Need some; it’s Bridgerton family prank time,” he grins, those adorable creases around his eyes appearing. Wait, adorable?

“Sorry, I don't have any,” you shrug.

“Pity,” he huffs and closes the door, sitting down on the closed toilet seat right next to you as if you invited him in for some form of chat.

Something roils in your stomach at his actions; there is no reason for him to be here still.

“Show me your leg,” he demands, apropos of nothing.

“Why?”

“Just humour me,” he reasons, bemused, raising an eyebrow and looking at you expectantly.

You sigh and extract one calf from under the bubbles, lifting it over the edge of the bath, wary that nothing else is visible.

You squeak when he grabs it and runs his warm palm over your shin. All sorts of feelings erupt in your belly.

“Well, that makes no sense,” he mutters, a hand still resting heavily on you, curled around your damp kneecap.

“What doesn't?” so much of this encounter is not making sense.

“How do you have smooth legs but no shaving foam?” he queries, shooting you a nonplussed look.

“I get waxed,” you explain.

His eyebrows pop up, and his pupils dilate rapidly. “Just your legs?” that voice is pitched so low you feel it vibrate through his hand and down your leg, right to your core.

Dear god, what is he doing?

“N…no,” you stutter.

“What else?”

“Many places….” you obfuscate, the humidity and heat in the room somehow cranking up as the hand on your knee slides higher, or rather lower, into the bathtub and onto your thigh.

“Put your arms in the air,” he demands, as only an intoxicated person would.

Without quite knowing why your soapy arms shoot up and connect with the wall behind you, your nipples are only just obscured under the foam.

His other hand brushes your armpit, and you reflexively giggle, which he seems to find utterly beguiling based on the playful smile that dances across his handsome face.

“Very smooth,” he opines, “and apparently quite ticklish,” the tone is low and teasing, his face now carrying an expression you could only categorise as very troublesome. “Where else?” it's a sinful low murmur. Very troublesome indeed.

You keep quiet, flashing a look but pretending not to know what he is asking as you lower your arms. The hand on your thigh slips lower, his light blue rolled-up shirt sleeve darkening as it absorbs bathwater.

“Where else do you wax y/n?” he rumbles, knowing he is crossing a line and, by god, you are letting him.

“I think you know,” you whisper, feeling your heart pound as his fingers spider along your inner thigh, inching further and further.

You gasp as he connects with the smooth flesh between your legs.

“Just how I like it,” he growls, his thumb petting the small strip of hair as his fingers slide into your folds.

“Fuck Benedict,” you exhale and lean back, not caring your breasts are now exposed above the water. You feel the heat of his gaze on them, your nipples pebbling in the cooler air above the water.

“I've always wanted to fuck you.” The blunt confession tumbles out of his lips, and even he looks momentarily surprised at his admission—before rolling with it and smirking at you dangerously, his fingers expertly rubbing a slow teasing circle on your clit.

You close your eyes and rest your head against the end of the tub as he teases you. Waiting for your response to his confession.

“So do it…” is your hushed reply.

He doesn't need to be told twice.

There is a growl as he grabs your chin with his other hand and pulls your face up as his face descends until your lips are crushed under his. His mouth opens, and you are flooded with the taste of expensive smokey whiskey and a hint of mint. God, he tastes good. And he kisses really well. Those sinful fingers are still playing you expertly under the water, making you so very desperate for him.

“Are you getting in or not, Bridgerton?” you mumble with feigned annoyance as his lips move to your neck, sucking the skin there in a delightful way.

“Definitely getting in,” the declaration buzzes against your skin as you watch him fight with a few buttons on his shirt. Giving up with a shrug, he pulls away from you slightly to yank it over his head and throw it aside.

“Oh fuck yes,” it escapes your mouth unbidden as you stare at his torso, and he preens in a way that would make you roll your eyes were you sober. The hand between your legs smear up your body underwater and grabs your breast, tweaking your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Likewise,” he groans as his other hand fumbles with his jeans.

“Allow me,” you purr, and he smirks as he stands up fully, removing his hands from your body and nonchalantly offering his fly to you. Your inebriated states make you both much bolder than you usually would be.

You can see the outline of his hard cock straining against the denim, making you want to pitch your face forward and nuzzle it. Instead, you flick open the button and carefully pull down the zip. He is wearing dark grey boxer briefs, and you immediately grab him through the material, so warm and steely. The material rapidly grows darker and clings to his outline as the dampness of your hand soaks into the cotton. He groans heartily and pushes down his jeans to the floor as you continue to tease him.

Then he grabs your hand away from him and rather sweetly brings it to his mouth, kissing your knuckles. He lunges over, flicks the door lock with two fingers, and climbs into the bath all in one swift motion. You sort of hate how sexy it is. Except now he is settling between your legs and covering your body with his.

“Don't be too good,” you warn, but you surge against him, loving the feel of his skin on yours.

“Excuse me?!?” he exclaims, pulling up from worrying your clavicle with his teeth. “Did you just ask me to be bad at sex?”

“Do you want your sister to hear us?!?” you argue, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh…” realisation dawns on his face, but then it morphs into a look that should be labelled lethal, especially this close-up - a crooked grin with a fiery twinkle in his eye. “Maybe you’ll just have to learn how to shut the fuck up,” he opines, and you feel him tugging down his underpants under the water. “Because now I'm going to do my level best to make you bloody scream.”

“Fuck you, Bridgerton,” you snarl playfully, grabbing a handful of very shapely bottom and assisting in the removal.

“Oh no, I'm fucking you,” he fires back, and a wave of water slops onto the ground as he surges into your body without preamble.

You clamp your mouth shut but scream behind it. He feels absolutely fantastic; there's no other way to describe it.

“Well done for keeping quiet,” he compliments, holding still buried deep inside you, “also fuck, you feel good,” he admits with a shuddering groan.

“Move,” you bark in a somewhat impatient tone, desperate to chase an orgasm that you are so long overdue.

“Are you always this bossy? Or only when there's a cock inside you?” he swaggers, the alcohol making you both very frank with your exchanges.

You flick a soap bubble onto his nose and pout. “Wouldnt you like to know,” you respond cryptically.

“You know, I think I would,” he smirks “maybe when I'm done here, you’ll let me into your bed?” he proposes as he withdraws slightly.

“Hmm, maybe,” you volley, but the last word becomes a moan as he thrusts back into you, a hand pinching your nipple as his teeth bite your earlobe. “Okay, okay, yes, you can be in my bed too,” you surrender, not exactly a loss.

He never did leave your room that night. In fact, he was barely out of it for a week. Eloise suddenly found a reason to go on a business trip for a few days and returned with state-of-the-art noise-cancelling headphones. Funny that.

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