#yes girls can wear trousers and fight

[izartn]

So about the Katherine and Will thing.

Anyways I for one, liked much more his whole thing with Katherine when it came to light she was his pseudo-sis/full sister and he manipulated her for revenge. Like also for his mother who made him promise to protect her and Elizabeth but he didn't have to seduce Kate. That was him being attracted to her and also getting to give the middle finger to Simon. Also ruthless in going for the fastest way to get Katherine and Elizabeth to his side. I totally wasn't expecting Will going for that angle but wow.

I also loved it didn't fuck him or anything, her probably being his sister, bc he has so much bigger problems going on. The fact that Katherine essentially killed herself trying to kill him in vain being one of those, alongside the whole being Sarcean Reborn thing.

lts just soo funny, bc all those traditional YA who are like, Sebastián from Shadowhunters you know? The villain who is obssesed with the female protag is also like her brother or something, and its proof that the chara is terrible, but they had a chance once, but ugh incest and they need to die, etc etc.

Only here is our protag, Will, who has so much going on, the brief detour for heterosexuality town bc Lady and him were a thing in a past life and "mother lookalike also tried to murder me" trauma is more interesting in what it says of him than the fact Katherine was kinda his sister.

Poor Katherine had to die bc this isn't a classic YA story with her as the heroine in distress with the dashing villain who tempts her. This is Will story and we only need her little sister, who is a more interesting adversary as a 10 year old seeing through his bullshit that Kate could be.

[k0zumine]

Kenma Kozume x Fem! Reader

when you’re jealous!

Kenma sighed at his rejected attempt to hold your hand as you yanked your hand away from his with a frown. You were in one of your bad moods again, this time you were mad at him for reasons he wasn’t sure of.

You were both coming back from a date, he’d taken you out for a meal as it hit your 6 month anniversary today. As you were both in high school the meal wasn't some fancy 5-star restaurant but it wasn't McDonalds either, and Kenma knew you weren't bothered by that as well. So as he rolled his eyes stuffing his hands in his trouser pockets trying to contain his frustration he thought back to the date thinking back to anything he might have done wrong to upset you, he couldn’t think of anything.

“What’s the matter hm?” he asked looking towards you.

“m’fine” you mumble his irritation growing at your stubbornness.

“having a hard time believing that” he scoffed making you glare at him.

“why are you mad at me? did I do something wrong?” he continued to look at you, it was pretty hard to stay mad at you as you wore that pretty little dress that compliments your body perfectly with his black blazer draped around your shoulders.

Yes, Kenma wore a suit, just for you, he’d never wear something like that but this was a special occasion and he wanted to impress you, he even tied his hair up in a neat bun. If anyone else saw him like this he was pretty sure he’d want to kill himself.

“Who said I was mad at you?” you grumbled quickening your pace, which was quite difficult when you’re wearing heels.

Kenma's jaw clenched as you continued to be stubborn pacing ahead of him, with a frustrated sigh he caught up to you gently holding your wrist. He pulled you into him holding your waist. “Don’t walk away when I’m trying to have a conversation with you please and I’m not letting you go home from our date upset okay? So I’m sorry for what I’ve done” He told you one arm wrapped around your waist the other lifting up your chin so you’d maintain eye contact with him.

“Do you even know what you’re sorry for?” You glared at him your eyebrows furrowing.

“No bu-“

“Then you’re not sorry!”

“Baby can you please just tell me? I want to make this night perfect for you..”

“Well, you kinda already ruined that idea when you let that waitress flirt with you.” You spat back. Kenma's face was full of confusion wondering what on earth you were talking about.

“I’m confused…why would she flirt with me”

“She was literally flirting with you, Ken! That free drink, only talking to you, even complimenting you!! She’s in our year I know she has a crush on you!” You were getting more upset by the minute at his oblivious attitude.

“She wasn’t flirting with me…she was just being kind” Kenma explained completely confused as to why you were getting upset. As you heard him trying to justify the waitress's actions you pried his hand away from his waist and continued to walk back to your house.

Kenma's jaw clenched as he once again grabbed your wrist “I told you to stop walking away from me when I’m talking to you” he told you his patience running thin.

“And I don��t want to talk to someone who lets other girls flirt with him when he clearly has a girlfriend!”

“I’m sorry okay? I didn’t know she was flirting with me, I wasn’t even paying attention to what she was doing I was too busy focusing on you”

“Yeah yeah whatever..” you pout looking avoiding eye contact.

“Can you stop being so stubborn now? You know you’re the only one I have eyes for” He sighed grabbing your chin and leaning in to peck your lips.

“Still don’t like how she flirted with you whilst I was right there…I swear if I see her at school on Monday I’m gonna-“

“Do nothing, you’re not going to get into a fight or an argument okay? If she does it again I’ll tell her to stop.” Raising his eyebrows waiting for you to agree.

“Fine…” you mumbled, Kenma interlocked fingers with yours and continued walking to your house, or so you thought until he walked right past it.

“Uh, you just walked past my house…”

“I know we’re going to my house”

“But I have to go home my parents are expecting me back”

“Yeah, I messaged your mother asking if it was okay to keep you for a few more hours…I can’t let you go home feeling upset, I’d be a bad boyfriend if I did that.” He explained offering you a small smile as you both walked a little further to his house.

As you got to his house Kenma helped take your heels off, you walked into the kitchen saying hi to his mother whilst she bombarded you with questions asking if your date went well and if Kenma treated you well.

“He did but the waitress was flirting with him…” you sigh.

“Oh honey, did he tell her to stop or anything?” She asked.

“No…he didn’t even realise that she was flirting with him” you pout as she brought you into a hug.

“I’m sorry he didn’t do anything but you know how Kenmas like he’s completely oblivious to that kind of stuff, I was even surprised when he told me you guys were in a relationship..surprised he had the guts to ask you out” She chuckled, after another 5 minutes of conversation with the woman she let you go up to Kenmas room.

You opened the to see Kenma sprawled across his bed swiping away on his phone, his hair no longer in that bun, a few of his top buttons undone. “Hi Ken,” you say seeing him glance up at you with a soft smile, you hop on the bed and crawl towards his side laying your head on his shoulder and watching as he scrolled through TikTok.

“You feelin' a bit better after your chat?” He asks stroking your hair and twirling it in his fingers.

“mhm..sorry for overreacting” you mumble watching the cat video that had just appeared on his for you page.

“tis fine m’sorry for not realising what she was doing…I’ll do better next time” he sighed.

“You look so beautiful in that dress if I haven’t mentioned it before” He continues.

“Don’t worry you’ve said it over 10 times today Ken, you look so handsome with that suit you should wear things like that more often” You smile.

“Ha no m’only doin' this for you” He rolled his eyes.

The rest of the night consisted of you cuddling and watching tiktoks, Kenma constantly asking if you were okay pressing kisses to your face. He knew how to lift your spirit up he knew everything about you that’s why you love him.

[writing-rat]

Released Tension

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Reader

Content Warning: 18+ Content, Smut, G!P Sam Carpenter, Sam is stressed so she needs you, Female reader, Blowjobs, rough sex, public sex

Summary: After a fight with Tara, Sam is stressed so you decide to help her in a way you know how. You don't care if it's public.

Sam was tense, you could tell immediately. She had just fought with her sister about her choice of not going to therapy and you were knowing that she needed it but she wouldn’t go if she was forced. “Sam, come on. Let’s go to the bench and just sit down and cool it. We can go home later, ok?” you spoke to her, gently grabbing your muscles while Tara, Mindy, Chad, Anika and Ethan wandered off behind her, knowing Sam was safe with you. Sam sighed as she was walking over to the bench, putting her face in her arms. You were next to her, rubbing her thigh, unaware of what you was doing to Sam’s hormones. Sam soon growled before she pinned you down on the bench.

“I’m going to fuck you right here, right now,” Sam growled out, grinding her erection against you. You were wearing a skirt at least so it wasn’t going to be too bad at least. You nodded, embarrassed before Sam pulled you into a rough, hard kiss. Kissing back, you moaned as she was grinding harder against your pussy, feeling your wetness through her jeans. She soon pulled down her zipper and unbuttoned her trousers, pulling out her dick. She had gone commando, causing you to blush harder. You glanced down as she pulled her dick out, entering into you immediately as she was kissing all around your jawline. You didn’t care if anyone saw you like this, Sam would treat you well. She was being gentle and slow as she entered you, not  wanting to harm you even if she needed to fuck her tension out. You kept letting her kiss all over you before you opened your legs wider, a moan slipping out as you realised she pulled your underwear to the side and not down your legs. You couldn’t open them too much or they would tear off and you didn’t want that.

 

Sam was soon starting to bite your neck as she was marking it, not even covering your mouth. She was wanting all of New York to see this apparently. She and you knew it would be recorded due to her past but she didn’t care. You wouldn’t either if you had Sam and her friends on your side. You were brought out your thoughts when she was pulling your shirt open. Since it was just a button-up flannel, it tore, revealing your bare chest. You could see Sam salivating as she was doing short, gentle thrusts before she was speeding up. You let out groans as she was soon sucking on your nipples. Sam was thrusting hard soon. You knew she would. She was tense after all. Gasping, you threw your head back as you moaned louder by accident, her dick hitting your sweet spot. Her own moans came out but much less quierter. She kept sucking on your nipples before she bit them. Due to the 2 sensations coming from your breasts and from your sweet spot, you were getting close. Sam noticed, of course she did, she knew your body language. “Cum for me,” she moaned out from your breast. Gasping, you came on command as you heard her let out a grunt. “You can cum on command hm?” she teased, going harder before she pulled out and came on your thigh.

“Yes daddy,” you whimpered out embarrassed. Sam’s eyes lit up before she was thinking. “You can have my dick again tonight IF you blow me off, got it baby girl,” she demanded. You nodded, happy to please her with whatever. You then went down on your knees as she sat, keeping her legs open. You couldn’t button up the flannel again due to her breaking it but you didn’t care. She was sat so confidently that you couldn’t help but rub yourself before you was taking her head in your mouth. You were sucking gently as you soon entered a finger inside yourself, causing you to moan before you took the rest in your mouth.

You were bobbing your head up and down gently, making direct eye contact with Sam while doing so. She was letting out moans as she gripped your hair, pushing you down further then making you go up. She was the one in control, she made sure you knew. “Hurry your fingers up,” she growled out. Nodding while you sucked, you did as told and was letting out muffled moans against her dick, sucking harder and faster. She let out more moans as you soon began to rub her balls as well, knowing she loved having them touched. Shortly after, she came in your mouth which you loved, swallowing it all. That’s when she picked you up, stopping you from masturbating and was setting you on her dick. She pinned you down again and thrusted hard inside you.

 

You knew this would be on the news but you didn’t care…

[kentosbabes]

quicky in the bathroom?

toji x f!reader

content; bathroom sex, eats you out, toji in a suit, p in v :p

you can feel his heated glances at you ever since you walked into the room, you'd have to be a fool or just plain blind not to notice him. his energy unmatched in the corner of the room, staring at his nursed cup of whisky for the whole night. you had only been at the bar to celebrate your friend's birthday, but you've been sent on a mission by her to get some drinks from the front and bring them back. you roll your eyes, but obviously, you're not going to ignore the birthday girl's wishes are you?

you make your way over to the bar, hips swaying as you do, and lean forward reciting the order of some minty mojitos and asking them to just make any type of cocktail they feel. at this point, toji is now fully staring at you. lust in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. he gives you an intense once over, taking his time to check you out. you suppose he is an attractive man, with a white shirt that's unbuttoned at the top and smart suit trousers. he comes up to you whilst your drinks are being made, introducing himself as toji, and asking if you'd want to go to the bathroom with him. usually, if you had been a little soberer, you'd say no. but alas, a hot man is propositioning you and you've been needing a good fuck.

he tells the man working the bar to hold on to the drinks for a bit and hold your hand, tugging you to the bathroom. he pauses and looks down at you, and you had a peculiar feeling of being a rabbit caught by a fox. his hands started to roam your body, slamming his lips to yours. he groaned as you pulled the top of your dress down so he can feel your tits in your bra. mewling, he leaned into your ear "don't want the whole bar to hear us, keep it down and I might reward you." his breath tickled your neck. let them, who cares? you yanked his tie to get closer "i want you, now."

"yes, ma'am." he winked at you and knelt on the floor, bunching up your dress and pulling down your panties. he teased you, commenting on how wet and needy you seemed to be for him and his dick. he started slow, toji liked to see you come undone with just his fingers, imagine how you would look on his dick. toji could feel the cool tile on his knees and shin, fabric pooling at his feet. looking up at you he started to tentatively kiss your thighs, moving closer and closer up your legs until he got to your cunt. spitting on it, you found it juxtaposing the image in front of you. a handsome, well-bred, obviously rich man who is in a suit and tie doing something so lewd and crude. it sent heat down there, one that could only be satiated by his tongue. toji started to lick you, slow at first but precise, he defiantly knew what he was doing with his movement. his calloused finger made its way into your pussy and the combination of his hot mouth and finger in you sent you to your edge. he paused, "as much as i want you to cum on my mouth, i would rather you cum on my dick."

he leaned in for another kiss, biting your bottom lip and running his tongue down your neck. it sent shivers down your spine, "you're ready now aren't you?" unzipping his pants and pulling down his boxers, you could see his dick tenting. you have never seen a dick that big, and this is going to sound cliche but how would that even fit in you? you voice this to him and all he does is smile, "don't worry darlin' it will. trust me with this." you nod, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

he positioned himself to your pussy, thrusting up in one swift motion. only pausing to allow you to feel comfortable, "you ok?" you nod- biting your bottom lip. he reared back and dragged himself up inch by inch, painstakingly slow, it was as if he gain pleasure from watching you fight the urge to just tell him to go fast. eventually, it was too much and you just asked him, whispering to go faster. "hm? i can't hear you darlin' say it again a lil louder for me." he was wearing a sardonic smile and mirth playing at his lips. "p-please can you go faster?" you whined. your wish was his command, you twitched and writhed while he started to move to a faster rhythmic pace. "fucking beautiful, i know you like this, us hiding in the bathroom of the bar." toji grunted, rocking back and faster into you, you could tell he was nearing his end as his balls started to tighten up and he stilled. your pussy squeezed his cock as he quickly asked if he could cum in you, you wanted to know if his cum would be as hot as his dick was and you were on the pill. he slammed into your cunt sending rope after rope of white cum, rooted deep into you.

you flutter your eyes closed for a second in bliss, you could still feel his cum dripping down your overstimulated slit. "do you want to go again?" he nodded "i'll drive you to my hotel."

[lildashofheaven1]

Balcony Fun

‼️18+ Minors DNI‼️

Joseph Quinn x Female Y/n

Joseph and y/n get into in argument but manage to settle it fairly quickly….. and roughly

“She was all over you Joseph! Dont act like you didn’t notice!” I yelled as we walked into out hotel room. Me and joseph are in america for the filming of stranger things. We had all gone out to a bar and a fan girl was literally drooling over Joseph, he was too damn polite to tell her to go away!

“She was a fan y/n i have to be polite!” Joseph argued back.

“You’re so right joseph! Next time why dont you just screw her over the bar, that’d be great!” Admittedly we were both pretty drunk so thats most likely the fuel behind this argument.

“Oh dont be so childish!” He said before he sighed and ran his hand over his face and added. “Im going on the balcony, come let me know when you want to talk, like adults” and with that he threw his jacket on the table and grabbed his pack of cigarettes and lighter along with his phone and walked to the balcony.

Frustrated, i stomped to our bedroom and got out of the short red dress i was wearing. Getting into my pj shorts and tank top, i went over to my dressing table and took off my make up and threw my hair into a ponytail. After 10 minutes of a tense atmosphere within our hotel room i went out onto the balcony to see joseph, sat in a chair, top shirt buttons undone and a lit cigarette in his hand.

“Joey… im sorry, i was being stupid and childish, and im sorry for picking fights” i said quietly unsure if he was still mad at me. I was met with silence “Look i know you might not forgive me just yet but can you at least answer me” i added. Once again, nothing. I began walking to the door to our room.

I heard him stand up and before i could turn around to see him, i felt a harsh hand grab my hair and spin me round so my back was against the balcony railing, with his arms now either side of me, trapping me.

“Its such a fucking turn on when your jealous baby” he mumbled against my lips. “Want me to show you, show you that your the only girl for me?” He asked me. All i could do was nod at him as his hand had made its way onto my throat,

“Use your words princess” he ordered

“Yes Joseph, god yes please” i begged He roughly grabbed my hips and turned me around so i was looking out onto the dark, quiet streets. He grabbed my hair again and pulled my head back until his face made contact with my neck. “Such a jealous little slut, huh?” He said, he ripped my shorts down to the ground and unbuckled his belt and tied my hands behind my back with it. Just as i thought he was going to put me out of my misery and fuck me, he spun me around and then sat back on his chair, undoing his trousers. “Get here” he ordered and i obliged.

I got on my knees in front him, hands tied behind me as he freed his dick from his boxers, “suck” he said as shoved my head towards his throbbing dick. I followed his orders and began sucking his dick, feeling it hit the back of my throat made me moan around him. He began using his hand to choose his rhythm my shoving my head down as fast as he wanted.

“Oh angel, your so good for me” he moaned as i began picking up the pace on my own. I felt him twitch in my mouth and seconds later i felt the memorable warm, thick liquid shoot down my throat and as i let him fall out of me, i stuck my tongue out to show him all the cum i had gathered onto it and swallowed it all. “Mmh good fucking girl, still think i have eyes for anyone else” he smirked at me as he stood up. I followed him and once again he pinned me against the balcony, he lifted me so i was sat on the railing. “Gonna show you how much i love you sweet thing, okay?” He mumbled into my neck. “Mmhmm joey please, please fuck me” i whined to him.

He took his trousers off completely and said “anything for my girl” I felt his dick rub against my clit, which had been throbbing while i was giving him head, i was already so wet. I felt him slip into me a few times before i let out a frustrated whine. “Joey please dont tease me” “Be a good girl or i wont fuck you at all, leave you out here a wet, whining mess” he snapped at me. He finally shoved his dick into my pussy and began thrusting into me at an inhumane pace. “Oh i’ll never get used to how tight you are princess, such a tight little slut, just for me” I was desperate to reach for his curls and tug on them as he kept fucking me ungodly. “Joey…please, i-i wanna touch you” i begged him as he kept fucking me. “Awh poor baby, still think id want any other girl like this?” He asked me. “No, no im yours baby” i answered him, desperate to be let free. “And im all yours angel” he answered as he paused breifly and untied to belt from around my wrists. My hands flew to his head and began tugging on his hair, his thrust began sloppier as this went on. “Ngh… im gonna cum joey!” I cried out. “Cum for me sweetheart, make a mess, fucking cover me in it” he encouraged as his hand made its way to my clit and began rubbing harsh circles on it. That was all i needed for the knot in my stomach to come undone, covering myself and him in my juices. “Oh thats it baby, thats a good girl, oh your gonna make me cum!” He cried out as i felt him twitch in me, i clenched around him at the overstimulation. “Oh thats it baby, oh your so tight” he strained a vein in his neck as his seed shot up into me. We both stayed close as possible, his dick still inside me as we both came down from our highs. “Im sorry joseph, i love you so much” i said against his lips. “I know princess, i love you too” he responded, taking his dick out of me and standing between my legs, not ready to separate just yet. “Joey?” I almost whispered. “Yes angel?” He answered, matching my volume.

“I cant walk, can you carry me to the shower? Please?” I asked him looking up using my big puppy dog eyes. “Would be my pleasure” he smirked as picked me up and carried me inside.

Safe to say, im not going to doubt his love for me again.

[flowerandblood]

My Beloved Nymph (1)

[modern! club owner • Aemond x fem!reader]  

[warnings: smut, sex content, kissing, fluff]

[description: Aemond is the owner of the club, his girlfriend is the younger sister of his business partner. This story is a continuation of the series "My Best Friend", which you can read here: Part 1. This story can be read on its own. Aemond has serious intentions for his girlfriend and is slowly putting them into practice.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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"Who is this girl?" Asked the young boy to his friend, with whom he was standing at the bar. He nodded his head at a young, dark-haired girl in a black, airy dress to the middle of her thighs, her short sleeves were pulled down over her shoulders. She was happily dancing with another, taller girl wearing trousers and a jacket, AC/DC's "Highway to Hell" playing in the background.

His friend cleared his throat when he saw who he was pointing at.

"Better don't try anything with her. She's the girlfriend of the owner of this club." He said hesitantly, glancing behind him to make sure no one heard their conversation.

The fair-haired owner of the club was sitting in the VIP area at one of the empty tables, leaning comfortably against the sofa, wearing a black turtleneck, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand. His uncovered eye looked intently at the girl dancing in the crowd.

"He's very possessive about her, and a lot of people have already gotten hurt for trying to pick on her. Let it go." He said taking a sip from his drink. They were both already drunk. His friend frowned.

"She's not his property. She can talk and dance with whoever she wants." He said, though his voice wasn't as confident as before. His companion sighed.

"You don't understand. I've never seen a couple of people so in love with each other in my life."

***

Y/N shouted to Marisa that she needed a drink. She nodded her head, dancing on, completely absorbed in the music. Y/N, all hot, pushed her way through the crowd and made her way to the VIP area, where Aemond was sitting.

He reached out to her, pulled her into his lap, and she surrendered without a fight with a smile. Just a few years ago, she would have felt ashamed to sit on someone's lap in public, but now every tenderness associated with him was natural and wanted for her.

They were at his club, everyone already knew they were together, so she felt much more comfortable there. She already knew all the employees and bartenders, and she liked them very much too. Often, when Aemond had errands there, she would come there to dance and play with Marisa, who gladly accepted these invitations. They could take whatever drinks they wanted for free.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck to keep her balance and keep from falling off his lap, but his arms wrapped tightly around her to keep it from happening. Aemond looked down at her, his gaze dark. Y/N pressed her forehead against his and he grunted in satisfaction.

"Are you having fun?" He asked, one of his hands slowly rubbing her bare, soft thigh. The sight of her sweaty bare arms and thighs made him consider taking her back to his office for a moment. He loved it when she dressed like that when they went out together.

Knowing that she was only his, when others could only watch, tickled his ego pleasantly and turned him on even more. He had the impression that he had become more and more possessive over the years. But she didn't mind. She took a sip of her drink, which was standing next to her on the table, her legs swinging slightly.

"Yes." She replied, setting her glass back down and glancing at him with a smile. She was already slightly drunk, she felt happy. She stroked his cheek with her hand and leaned over him. He gladly moved closer to her and they kissed passionately.

They didn't mind that someone might be watching them. Aemond touched her face lightly, and she shivered as she felt his hand slide down to the inside of her thigh. Her legs were covered by a table, so nothing could be seen. She didn't stop him, and he, feeling it, purred contentedly into her mouth.

His fingers gently hooked the fabric of her panties, and she shuddered slightly, intimidated. Aemond smirked at the sight, instead of calming down, he was getting more and more aroused. They'd had sex in his office more than once, and sometimes they'd slept on the couch more often than in his apartment. They even had a kit of necessities, clothes for disguise and toothbrushes, almost like a second home.

He teased her slightly, massaging her through the fabric, and she gasped into his mouth, her thighs moving slightly, trying to find more pressure. His fingers slid suddenly under the fabric and found her wetness, literally pouring from between her thighs. They both moaned softly into each other's mouths at the sensation.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked calmly, his fingers massaging her clit steadily, their breaths quickened. Y/N was all red, she couldn't hide how much she enjoyed it. Aemond noticed that despite her apparent resistance, the possibility of being discovered excited them both equally. His club was perfect for this kind of play. Sometimes he had the impression that she deliberately approached him, hoping that he would start touching her there. And she was usually right.

"No." She said after a moment's hesitation, embarrassed, and kissed him deeply and tenderly, their tongues touching in a wet dance. He slid a finger inside her and she sucked in a breath, throwing her head back. "Aemond" She said softly, and he shivered at the sound of his name. She made a sound of surprise as he slid his finger out of her suddenly, she heard Marisa's voice behind her.

"Have you already drunk? It's our song!" She said impatiently, only now did Y/N hear Depeche Mode's "Personal Jesus" playing in the background. Y/N looked at Aemond all red, her lips pressed together, his eye expressing amusement and lust. He released her and she stood up, he saw her legs tremble slightly.

"We'll finish later." He whispered menacingly into her ear before she could get up, his attention making her shiver. Seeing how he affected her made him want to take her in front of everyone, show them how this pretty, innocent girl could fuck him. But it was a sight reserved only for him.

Y/N shuffled toward the dance floor behind Marisa, feeling her own juices run down her thighs. She hoped it wouldn't show, she was all tense. However, she allowed her friend to spin and get into the song. They always danced to this song together in an embrace, as if they were a couple.

She liked that Marisa wasn't ashamed of anything and they could goof off together. Over the years, they developed a better understanding, calling each other and meeting for lunch. Aemond liked her too, he felt calm when she was with her.

After a few hours of talking and dancing, Marisa decided she was going home. Y/N ordered her Uber, they waited for him together before the club. Marisa looked at her with a smile.

"How are you doing? It will soon be two years since you two will be together, right?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. Y/N smiled widely, alcohol roaring in her head.

"Yeah, next week will be our anniversary." She said contentedly, inhaling proudly. “I think it's great. Certainly, Aemond's talks with the therapist helped us a lot. Aemond has worked through a lot of things and is much more confident." She said happy.

Since Aemond started going to therapy, he forgave and understood many things that were going on inside him. He also understood his parents and brother better. Finally, his head was able to find some peace, because he slowly put everything in order. Y/N supported him all this time. Aemond had told Marisa about it himself once over a drink, he wasn't so ashamed of it anymore.

Marisa nodded understandingly. She herself saw how much change had taken place in them since she met them. She knew that Y/N had a very good influence on him. Before he started being with her, he barely smiled and looked like he was about to kill everyone. Now he looked similar, but at least with close friends he was more open and calmer.

"I'm glad. I have to admit that at first, when it turned out that there was something between you two, I was worried that he would hurt you." She said honestly, massaging her arm. "Now, however, I see that you are both a huge support for each other and I am happy for you."

Y/N returned to the club as soon as Marisa left for home. She sobered up a bit by being outside. Aemond was talking to his bartender about something, obviously they were running errands between them. When he saw her, his pupil narrowed. He leaned towards her as she passed by to say something to her.

"Go to my office." He said in a tone that brooked no argument. She blushed and nodded, knowing what awaited her.

She walked down the hall to the back of the club and entered the room where they slept. She lit the small lamp they had brought, so that she wouldn't have to turn on the intense overhead light, but also not be in complete darkness, as she had the first time she had come to his office.

She took off her shoes, then unfolded the couch and laid out the sheets. She guessed from the look in his eyes that they wouldn't be going back to the apartment today. She felt a tightness between her thighs at the thought.

Aemond entered the room suddenly, looking her up and down, and closed the door behind him, locking it. They stood for a moment, looking at each other in silence.

"Lie down." He said calmly, his gaze completely black. She knew that, like her, he had been waiting for this for several hours and was already on the edge. She swallowed softly and obediently lay down on the bed.

Aemond pulled his turtleneck over his head and unbuckled the belt of his pants. Y/N shivered at the sight and reached for the straps of her dress to slide it off, but his voice stopped her.

"No. I want to fuck you in it. You look beautiful." He said in a low voice and she swallowed hard, throwing her hands to her sides. He walked over to her and grabbed her by the fabric of her panties, then slid them off her in one swift motion. Y/N opened her mouth and moaned softly, surprised. He knelt in front of her, his thumb gently brushing over her entrance, meeting her fluids.

"Someone here is desperate, hm? Do you need my help?" He asked, looking at her with raised eyebrows. She knew that if she didn't answer him, he would torment her forever.

"Yes." She whispered softly, ashamed. Aemond grinned menacingly and leaned in, his tongue slipping inside her without any warning as he began to massage her intensely. Y/N moaned loudly as she leaned back, luckily the music was playing loud outside so no one could hear them.

"Enough?" He asked, sticking his tongue out of her, and she made a sound of desperation that almost made him laugh.

"No, Aemond, please, just fuck me" She said, feeling she was on the verge that a few thrusts from him and she would has orgasm. Aemond licked his lips at her words and stood up, lowering his pants and boxers at the same time. He lay on top of her, both of them breathing heavily. "Spread your legs." He commanded, and she did so instantly and brushed his lips.

He kissed her back, pressing with his cock against her entrance. "Wider." He said, his voice trembling. She did as he asked, and he entered her with one firm thrust. They both moaned loudly, feeling the pleasure of the heat of their bodies. Y/N could feel him throbbing inside her, she knew he wouldn't last long either.

He slid out of her and thrust into her hard, and she moaned, leaning back. He fucked her mercilessly, hard and brutally, holding her thighs in a steel grip so she couldn't move an inch. They kissed lightly between thrusts, barely touching each other's lips, wanting to add to the intense pace just a little of the tenderness they both needed.

"Aemond" She sobbed, her fingers tightening on his hips, feeling him so close. He was so big and he filled her completely, rubbing where she needed to. She loved doing it with him, he awakened instincts and desires in her that she didn't have before she met him. Her thighs responded willingly to his every thrust.

"You've been waiting for this, haven't you? Did your juices drip off you when you danced?" He asked, panting heavily, he was on edge and wanted to hear it. He wanted to hear that she was as crazy about him as he was about her. Y/N moaned at his words, all red, out of breath.

"Yes, please, Aemond" She whispered and moaned loudly as a surge of pleasure washed over her in waves, a sense of accomplishment numbing her head as she writhed beneath him with her mouth slightly parted. The sight and the pressure of her insides upon him had him moaning her name as he came hard inside her, panting heavily. He was all hot, his hips still moving involuntarily inside her for a moment.

He laid on top of her, trying not to crush her, and they snuggled into each other like they always do after sex. It was already their ritual. His nose on her cheek, the intoxicating scent of her hair, her hand on his head, stroking it steadily.

"My beloved nymph." He whispered.

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Ep 6 empty mugs and jealousy

Well... Hm. I'm angry at mugs.

More sugar daddy shopping. Belts? Mahasamut, you innocent darling... He doesn't want them for you. The writer needs his bedroom inspiration, and he's thinking of a belt.

Rak is actually pretty cheery. Hm. Yes, I completely agree that he looks adorable.

JEALOUSY?! Hungry? Two scoops? Wah. DONT LIE TO ME THERE WAS NO WATER IN THERE! NONE. Also that mug is iconic. I want it but it looks small for the amount of tea I drink.

Shh.. not yet.. now you may speak

That was a good move, Mahasamut. You listen if they want to tell first. Brilliant. And wishing for someone's misery, heh. I really like his character. So far, other than abandoning the town that relies on him, there isn't much fault with him. Oh and Rak's heart eyes.

OH cousin! Wow... i want to be his mom. the money part not the getting cheated on. and... being obsessed with a complete ass. wow. abusive too. MAME ENOUGH WITH THE TRAUMA. As easy and terrible of a man like this sounds, to the point that this is unbelievable... I know some of my friends with this sort of background. So yeah. Yeash. And being called annoying when crying.. yup. been there. Next.

I feel like that the bratty cousin is going to be forgiven by the end of this. ONLY 14 MINUTES THROUGH? Jeez MAME. Ok. That hug was cute.

So i respect the hustle of a bunch of friends getting the inside scoop on an author's latest work, I'd be guilty of that too. However, if it wasnt at Mook's expense. Poor girl.

Ok this was also adorable.

but that steel beam must be uncomfortable. aaaand there goes the adorableness. HHAAHHAAHAHAHAHA! oh hello friend. Oh... wait... Did Rak change his pants? OI CONTINUITY STAFF!

my guy.... Khom... you were bought too. I read your book. Dont play coy.

Also

Yes Rak. Send it to Connor and have him come fetch his hubby. THERE IT IS! JEALOUSY! OOOOHHH!! Hydro turbines! Go green energy! (at least what i think they are)

oh. oohohohoh Connor... Oh Connor. You bitter jealous bastard. Who does Rak hug when he has writer's block. ahahaahahah! IF he is going to show up, I want the awful blond hair. YOU HEAR ME MAME?! Give me the full cringe.

That fight was cute but immediately i was distracted by this terrible interior design.

VIE IS MANIPULATING AGAIN. WAH! WAH! Her acting is very convincing. Ah kantoi. A hug? I really want to hate Vie here, but I do admire her manipulation tactics.

Mahasamut, why are you wearing a jacket around the house, near water? BINGO!! A CHILD! HEY NO DISRESPECTING MY MINT CHOCOLATE! YES. MEENA. I AGREE WITH YOU. YOU ENJOY THAT MINT CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM! DONT LET ANYONE DISRESPECT OUR FLAVOUR.

Oh. yeah. Escape that deadass grandpa.

Oh they are going to get interrupted again. Mahasamut, I suggest you put your phone somewhere other than your trousers pocket. That was quick coffee making. AGAIN THERE IS NOTHING IN THAT CUP!!! WHY JUST FILL IT UP WITH SOMEHTING ITS PISSING ME OFF! I WAS GOING TO GIVE THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT THAT HE DIDNT MAKE IT THATS WHY IT WAS SO QUICK BUUUUTTTT NOOOOOOOO

THAT MUG IS EMPTY!

OH THAT IS FUNNY. One always thinks its best to give people space, so afraid of disappointing someone while the other cant stand being left alone. HAH!

yeahp. RAk. Mood.

ehheheheh kid's got attitude. Oh brililiant attitude. Ok. Meena is favourite character. and she is emotionally intelligent. I'm completely Meena here. She is so expressive too!

Yeah... and the music change... welp. Sorry but where is the prep? We end it like that then? Sure.

What the hell do they keep pointing at?

And so now I realize, this is going to get worse. Today's ep was a little sweet. Soft. Comforting even. Rak's character development is back, it will go again next episode because of his cousin. His cousin, by the way, I do not like but I think there is going to be some sort of Oh, can i say it? Tong level redemption arc™️. And by arc, I mean a 2 degree curve because her character is shallow and close to pointless when the giggolo father plot exists. A little disappointed with this week's bingo, but alas.

[i-have-not-slept]

The Last Hours Fashion Pt 2

Chain of Thorns comes out TOMORROW!!!! Just in time, here’s my analysis of the official art by @nicole.deal.art in terms of historical accuracy. I’ve already reviewed the girls’ outfits, so now it’s time for the guys!

There aren’t as many primary sources available for Edwardian menswear, and men’s fashion in general tends to change less from era to era. Men’s business and formalwear has stayed basically the same shape for the past 130 years. Keeping that in mind, let’s look at some of these pictures and see how well they hold up.

James

James looks pretty good! The picture looks like it’s at night, so he’s probably wearing evening dress. The high collar and cravat is a distinctly Edwardian style, as seen in the outfit on the right here:

This guy is also wearing a wrap-around waistcoat in a similar style to James’. To make it really accurate, he’d be wearing a hat and jacket, but this picture is obviously showing a fight scene so I can imagine that he lost both at some point. If we’re being really pedantic, James’ hair should also be a bit shorter, but I appreciate that a haircut is probably not high on his list of priorities right now.

Accuracy: 8/10

Matthew

Matthew is a self-described bohemian, and is also very concerned with fashion, so we can expect his clothes to be a bit more colourful and decorated than was possibly the norm. This is also at night, so eveningwear again. It looks like he’s wearing a tailcoat— if you look closely, the cut is similar to the ones in this picture from 1904:

The slight problem with eveningwear is that every source I’ve found suggests that Edwardian evening dress for men was almost exclusively black-and-white tuxedos. In fact, menswear from this time was pretty boring in terms of colour. However, Matthew is, as mentioned, a bohemian, and textually wears very colourful clothing. Same issues as James re: hat and hair, but I can justify it the same way as with James.

And some pictures of cravats for comparison:

The gloves are also interesting. Evening gloves were almost always white, whereas these are dark grey, but I’m prepared to believe they’re either Shadowhunter fighting gloves or worn for warmth in the street after a party.

Accuracy: 7/10

Thomas and Alastair

They’re wearing Shadowhunter gear, which there are obviously no historical references for, so I can’t really analyse it. I’m interested in how their gear differs— Thomas’ seems to be mostly leather, whereas Alastair appears to be wearing a vaguely Georgian puffy white shirt with metal throat, shoulder and wrist guards. We don’t have very many canon images of Shadowhunter gear, so it’s interesting to look at.

On a side not, Cassie said on her Instagram that this picture is of them in an abandoned Paddington Station. I’ve been to Paddington, and the background looks absolutely spot on. Kudos to the artist!

Accuracy: 10/10 just for the background.

Jesse

I don’t have very much to say about this one. The shirt is pretty generic but the trousers are interesting. The distinctive front flap with the two buttons isn’t a style you see with the Edwardians, who have moved on to someone more resembling the modern fly. And yes, I googled “how did the Edwardians fasten their trousers” to find this information. Jesse’s trousers more resemble Regency breeches, as you can see in this pictures:

This is interesting, considering the links I drew between Grace’s dress and Regency fashion in my last post. Guess we’ll find out tomorrow if my time travel theory was correct!

The jacket looks like a fairly Edwardian standard coat with the sleeves rolled up. Not much to say except that the deep green colour is possibly slightly unrealistic but it’s a tiny thing.

Accuracy: 6/10

Christopher

Christopher’s hard at work in his lab, and accordingly isn’t wearing fancy clothes. Like Jesse, this is a fairly basic trousers and shirt ensemble that fits pretty well with the period.

Things get interesting when we start looking at the apron and goggles. PPE (personal protective equipment) isn’t strictly fashion, so I had to do a bit more digging into this one as it’s not an area I knew much about.

The goggles could be period inaccurate, depending on how you look at it. The first form of eye protection for welding was developed by the inventor Powell Johnson in 1880. Johnson called his invention “eye protectors” and it was simply two strips of opaque cloth that could be seen through while still offering some protection.

Safety glass— glass coated in plastic to prevent shattering— was invented by Edouard Benedictus in 1903, when TLH is set. However, it wasn’t until 1909 that the first safety glasses were invented by Julius King. So Christopher’s eyewear is about six years ahead of its time. On the other hand, it’s entirely possible that Shadowhunters— probably the Iron Sisters in particular— were using protective eyewear before mundanes and Christopher is simply adopting the technology. But if we’re going by a purely historical standpoint, the goggles are a bit off.

The apron nearly drove me insane because I could not find any sources from the Edwardian era that show a similar style. The best I could find out is that bib aprons have been worn for welding since the 1880, so it’s reasonably accurate. Christopher really needs to pull it up a bit higher, though. Your shirt’s getting scorched, mate. PPE is no joke.

Accuracy: 5/10

As a last note of interest, while I was researching I came across this image I just had to share. It’s a cartoon that appeared in the Tacoma Times in 1903 and satirically depicts “men’s clothing designed by women”. Look at these guys. The og malewives. Poor little meow meows.

Sources:

Metropolitan Museum of Art Costume Institute

Fashion History Timeline

Vintage Dancer

OHS

Bakersgas Welding

Aaand there we go! I probably spent way too much time on this, but it was fun. I’ll see you all on the other side after I’ve finished Chain of Thorns. Remember to tag your spoilers!

[hippolotamus]

Fuck it Friday

No one tagged me, but I'm excited about this lil Bridgerton AU snippet.

No pressure tagging @shortsighted-owl @alyxmastershipper @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @elvensorceress @911onabc @buddierights @monsterrae1 @jesuisici33 @spotsandsocks @littlebitofdiaz @heartbeatdiaz @chaosandwolves @alysiswriting if you wanna

“Good afternoon, Edmundo.” Helena Diaz’s voice, suspiciously saccharine and lilting, fills the drawing room, expanding to the high ceilings, spilling across the piano and furniture like a sticky film. “So nice of you to join us.” 

Eddie can already tell what type of conversation she means to have by the way her lips form a tight smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, and her fingers clasp together at her waist like she’s concealing something dangerous. Marriage season is beginning soon and she’ll be wanting him to find a new wife. A new mother for Christopher. 

He sighs to himself and rubs at his temples. He really should have stayed at home with his son. If nothing else, he should have become suspicious the moment he saw Sophia waiting inside. Maybe it’s not too late to fake some sort of illness and excuse himself. 

“Isn’t it lovely, girls?” His mother tries again when his sisters don’t automatically join in. 

Across the room, Sophia stands in front of one of the floor-to-ceiling windows, ignoring their mother’s question and pretending to be captivated by something on the street below. 

Adriana maintains her position curled up on an overstuffed chair. Her legs are tucked underneath and to the side, showing little concern for the possibility of her shoes tangling in the hem of her dress. He wouldn’t doubt that’s what she’s hoping for. A frilly garment that needs to be sent for repairs is one less she has to wear. Deep brown eyes, sparkling with mirth and mischief, briefly peer over the top of her book, sweeping from Eddie to their mother before losing interest again. 

“Honestly, I don’t know why I bother,” Helena huffs, throwing her hands up before waving for a maid to bring tea. She takes a seat on one of the plush, flowery sofas while Eddie sits on the arm of Adri’s chair. 

“What’d she do to get you to dress like a lady today?” he murmurs. 

Adri wrinkles her nose and scowls. “She hid all of my trousers. Can you believe it? Even the ones I tucked under the floorboards!”

“Did she get the ones in the-”

“Yes,” she hisses. “All of them.” 

Eddie chuckles and lets out a low whistle. “I see. So, today’s very serious.”

“I’m not sure if I should instruct you to play along or fight her to make this end faster.”

“Perhaps,” Helena interjects, “if my children were more interested in becoming productive members of society, instead of squawking about their oh-so-terrible lots in life, we wouldn’t be having this conversation at all. We could simply be enjoying a nice cup of tea and each other’s company.” 

“That’ll never happen,” Adri mumbles into the bookbinding. 

Eddie snorts and has to bite his cheek to keep from laughing harder. But then he catches Helena’s hard glare, sits up taller and flicks at his sister’s hair bow. 

“Right. So, other than being invited under the ruse of tea and good company, what is this about?” he asks, reaching for a slice of lemon cake from the silver tray set between them. It’s Christopher’s favorite. Eddie doesn’t like to keep many overly sweet things in their kitchen, but he does always swipe a little something when he’s forced to visit the family home.

[thewiscryptid]

🇹‌🇮‌🇹‌🇦‌🇳‌ 🇦‌🇪‌ 🇸‌🇪‌🇳‌🇹‌🇪‌🇳‌🇨‌🇪‌🇸‌ (2000)

change any pronouns or words to suit your use! 

❛  My invention broke.  ❜

❛  No today, kid. We gotta go.  ❜

❛  We all have to go somewhere safe.  ❜

❛  Maybe when you're older, kid.  ❜

❛  I have to go away for awhile.  ❜

❛  It's not safe where I'm going.  ❜

❛  Take this. As long as you wear it, there's hope. I will see you again.  ❜

❛  No! It's not okay! It's not okay!  ❜

❛  Destroy the humans. Destroy them all.  ❜

❛  You can wait in line, I'm taking the express.  ❜

❛  I'm not asking for that much. I just want them to kill my food before serving it to me.  ❜

❛  Every day I wake up, it's still the present. The same, grimy present. I don't think this future thing exists.  ❜

❛  Ah ha! Just needed some love!  ❜

❛  We don't like your attitude.  ❜

❛  If you wanna hunt humans, remember we travel in packs.  ❜

❛  What I'm doing is, commonly known as, 'helping'.  ❜

❛  You've really changed me. Really, it's just beautiful. You've changed me.  ❜

❛  I don't need you or anyone. I don't need your 'mission'. And I don't need your help with these overgrown morons.  ❜

❛  Are we in good company?  ❜

❛  I think we've fallen in with a very bad crowd.  ❜

❛  I've spent the last 15 years looking for you.  ❜

❛  How do you know they want me dead?  ❜

❛  You should be bracing yourself.  ❜

❛  Please, tell me this pod has an eject.  ❜

❛  Is it dead? Can we eat it?  ❜

❛  Why you positively glow with maternal warmth. It’s very fetching. I must have you. ❜

❛  I must have you.  ❜

❛  For your information, I am humanity's last, one great hope.  ❜

❛  I weep for the species.  ❜

❛  Do you mind? Are we through pawing?  ❜

❛  This is ___, not a singles' bar.  ❜

❛  I never agreed to help you. What’s in this ‘great cause’ for me?  ❜

❛  Where are my pants?!  ❜

❛  You wanna watch who you're stepping on.  ❜

❛  Fight the good fight, precious!  ❜

❛  I will kill you, okay? I. Will. Kill. You.  ❜

❛  I am educated and well-read! I am not a mechanic! I HAVE MY PRIDE!  ❜

❛  I made it last night in my sleep.  ❜

❛  I put a button on it. I wish to press it but I do not know what will happen if I do.  ❜

❛  I’ll tell you a secret, this guy’s nuts!  ❜

❛  This isn’t a joyride, kid.  ❜

❛  It’s not about a good run. It’s about survival.  ❜

❛  I’m not keen on being caught with my trousers down.  ❜

❛  Yes, making progress. Yes! I’m making progress!  ❜

❛  Yes, caveman. ____, bad. We, good. Now go look at something shiny for awhile!  ❜

❛  What were you doing?! Taking a nap?!  ❜

❛  Let’s quit running our collective mouths and go get him.  ❜

❛  No matter how hard things got— no matter how hard— those memories kept me going.  ❜

❛  It’s not what we did. They’re afraid of what we’d become.  ❜

❛  Easy, big girl. This requires cunning and deception.  ❜

❛  Stop fidgeting, worm!  ❜

❛  Just out of curiosity, do we have a plan B?  ❜

❛  Hm. An intelligent guard. Didn’t see that one coming.  ❜

❛  The boy is not dead. That is cause for happiness.  ❜

❛  Aw, we were just about to rescue you.  ❜

❛  We got really lucky. But next time…  ❜

❛  Thank you for trying to find me. It’s more than my father ever did.  ❜

❛  You know, I— I miss him.  ❜

❛  That junk is all that’s left of the place we came from.  ❜

❛  You think this is some game? We had a deal!  ❜

❛  Look what I found: two little birdies, itching to fly.  ❜

❛  Everything was a lie? Everything you told me?  ❜

❛  The only thing that matters is grabbing what you can before somebody else does.  ❜

❛  Why they not say goodbye to ____?  ❜

❛  Uh, I’d lean back if I were you.  ❜

❛  What? Should I get out and push?  ❜

❛  I’m picking up a veritable cornucopia of nothing.  ❜

❛  I need one clear shot. Don’t lose ‘em.  ❜

❛  Watch the ship. I always watch the ship. Something doesn’t feel right.  ❜

❛  Is ____ right there with you? Tell him goodbye for me, would you?  ❜

❛  I can’t change the past but I hope I can give you a future.  ❜

❛  He always did talk too much.  ❜

❛  It wasn’t just the money that they were offering. It was the health plan. I get to live if they kill all of you.  ❜

❛  I’ll just take a little nap. Since I’m so… very sleepy.  ❜

❛  Oh, stop! There’s nothing more tiresome than last minute heroics!  ❜

❛  You’re not gonna shoot me, kid.  ❜

❛  Go. It’s better this way.  ❜

❛  Yeah. I’m going to call it… ‘Bob’.  ❜

❛  What? You’re the King of ____ now?  ❜

❛  I am never, ever….calling it that.  ❜

[diovstheworld]

Yuya Fungami Headcanons

i love this silly guy so much and i don’t have enough headcanons to do a whole post for part 4 characters so here’s my headcanons for this guy ✨ also i think this is my first not part 5 related post omg (sorry if this post is awful, i have 0 confidence in my writing rn help)

୨ ╭ ୨୧ ✦ ︶꒷꒦・⎯⎯・⎯⎯・₊ˎ✧๑

i absolutely have to put this one first but this guy definitely loves motley crue

actually they’re his favourite band (i might add a list of songs at the end bc i did make an actual playlist for him…)

i imagine he would have a couple more face tattoos aside from the one on his chin to be honest. i can imagine him having like a tattoo just below his eye or something

also has a LOT of hand tattoos

speaking of his hands, i think he likes to wear a lot of rings too. too many to keep track of

also loves wearing chains, whether it be on his trousers or as a necklace

also loves making mixtapes for his friends! if you’re his friend, he’s definitely making you a mixtape for your birthday, and every other occasion that he feels needs it lmao

also always brings mixtapes to parties (or i guess if this was more modern headcanons, he would have a playlist ready for every party he goes too lmao)

also has a cd for every occasion to be honest

plays guitar in his free time and he’s really good at it!

i can also picture him being in a band with some friends and he would play bass guitar (and Reiko, Akemi and Yoshie are at all the band practices cheering Yuya on for sure!)

big softie at heart if you’re his friend and is very protective too! if anyone offends you, he’s defending you for sure

i think that’s pretty clear though with the way he acts with Reiko, Akemi and Yoshie for sure! i think he treats all his friends like that though. he defends his friends with his life <3

though he definitely tries to act tough for sure, especially when he’s in fights

i think he would prefer to avoid physically fights, but if he has to, he will engage in them. though he doesn’t always win lmao

but again, he would rather not get involved in a physical fight, plus he doesn’t want to ruin that pretty face of his!

talking about his face, he wears a bit of eyeliner from time to time and he’s quite the expert at it now!

Reiko, Akemi and Yoshie taught him how to do it for sure

also probably has some type of job at the local car garage fixing up cars and bikes. he’s in his element doing this to be honest <3

going to add the playlist i made for him just for fun <3 (i actually am always adding to this playlist so this is just a selection of some songs i think he would enjoy lmao):

highway star - deep purple

speed king - deep purple (i can’t not have these 2 songs included in this plus they’re both good songs lmao)

#1 bad boy - poison

i was made for lovin you - kiss

pour some sugar on me - def leppard

she goes down - motley crue (mostly including this motley crue song because it’s my favourite but i think he would like it too lmao)

girls girls girls - motley crue

looks that kill - motley crue (okay i think you all get the point i think he would like motley crue, i could literally add any song in here at this point so this is enough lmao)

rock you like a hurricane - scorpions

paradise city - guns n roses

it’s so easy - guns n roses

feel your love tonight - van halen

look what the cat dragged in - poison

you give love a bad name - bon jovi (yes i did come back to this post just and edit it just to add this in)

okay i’ve done enough songs this could literally go on forever but anyway if you made it this far thank you for reading 💕

[artyandink]

the girl that kindness forgot | 3

I CAN’T ADMIT WHAT I FEEL IN FRONT OF HIM

Quote of the chapter: “After all that’s happened, it’s worth everything.”

…

“Miss Hernandez?” I coughed, feeling hands gripping me by the arm. “We’re with DEPRAC. Can you confirm you’re Miss Hernandez?” 

“Yes.”

”Rise and shine, sis.” I opened my eyes, spotting my brother at the door. 

“Hey, Turstin.” I groaned, rubbing my forehead. 

“I found out you were escorted here along with your old mate Lockwood and a new one; I think her name is Lucy Carlyle? Anyway, they wanted me to visit you.” 

“Visited. Now, if you excuse me, I need to get back into work.” I replied, shimmying into my trousers under my god-awful hospital gown. I ripped the wires off my arm, pulling the gown over my head. Turstin stared at me, eyes wide and horrified, so I paused and chuckled. 

“Come on, I’m wearing my sports bra. You’ve seen me working out in it.” 

“Still painful to watch.” 

“To you. To other’s it’s God’s gift.” I pulled my crop top on, slinging my jacket around me. “Do you know where he could be?” 

“Nah, but I have instructions to drop you to his house.” Turstin waved my Tesla keys, “So, wanna ride?” 

I couldn’t help but smile. Ever since our family’s misfortune, I’d been pushing Turstin away as I tried to manage SP3CTR. But despite that, here he was, ready to drive me home. “Yeah, I’d love to.” He slung an arm around my shoulder, grinning. 

“That’s the Artemis I know.” He laughed. “I know you’ve been under pressure ever since our parents. But I’m always here for you, yeah? I know the Arty underneath all this business-like exterior, and you’ll always be my sister.”

”Thanks, Turstin.” I beamed, leaning into my taller brother, who stood at 5’ 11” while I stood at 5’ 7”. 

“No problem. You’re my little sis.” 

“Not biologically, cause you’re adopted.” 

“Still counts.” 

I waved goodbye to Turstin, ascending the steps to the house and rapping on the door. 

“Lockwood, I swear, I’m going to kill-“ George stopped when he saw me, and mirrored a wide grin I had on my face. “Artemis?” 

“George!” We hugged each other hard, laughing. “It’s been so long.” 

“It really has. Come in, I need to make you some coffee and catch up.” He closed the door behind me, rushing into the kitchen and starting to make the coffee. “Things have been falling apart since you left, and you look so different. With the-“ He pointed to his head, indicating the white streaks dotted around my hair, “- and the -“ He gestured to my muscular stature, looking limb and flexible, “- and you’re a few inches taller too! Anthony can’t tease you about your height anymore.” 

“And I am very glad he can’t.” I giggled. 

“Does he know you’ve come back?” 

“He knows, all right.” I was handed my coffee, and as soon as I sipped it, I gasped. “You remembered?” 

“Like it was yesterday. Strong coffee, two dashes of milk, two tablespoons of caramel syrup and a sprinkle of cinnamon. I would add whipped cream but we’re out, so…” 

“No, George, this is amazing.” We sat down, happily chatting. 

“So, how did you end up being the CEO of SP3CTR?” He asked. 

“My entire family got ghost locked.” I revealed, earning a sympathetic look. “Somehow Turstin and I survived, but it required me to take the mantle since I was the biological child. Most relatives died from heart failure due to shock, and some are still fighting.” 

“That must be horrible.”

”It’s-“ 

“GEORGE!” I heard a male voice yell, and a female voice yelp from upstairs. Lucy must already be home. And hurrah, Lockwood is too. He opened the door, looking a little annoyed. “Glad to see you two are getting along after all this time. I’d say like a house on fire but-“ 

“This is no time for amenities.” I snapped. He was irritating me so much, bloody hell. 

“Why didn’t you wait?” He asked, fist clenching and unclenching. 

“Because there was no need to.” I replied.

“I can’t deal with this right now, I need to sleep. George, if you could make that gourmet sabzi, with a shedload of rice, I’d love you forever, mate.” 

I snorted. “As if.” 

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.” He left, and I rolled my eyes. 

“You turned your positive emotions on and off like a switch there. What’s your problem with him? And don’t get me wrong, he has a serious problem with you, I’m just yet to find out what exactly is the problem here.” George questioned.

“Anthony Lockwood almost cost me my life. And what’s more is that he blames me for it. So yes, huge problem.” 

“Can’t you try and make it up to him? You know, don’t be such a Stoic Sally when he’s around? Maybe he’ll come to an understanding.” 

“I can’t admit what I feel in front of him. Pfft, I can’t even show feelings.” I mocked. “It’s Anthony John Lockwood. Show feelings and you’ll be deemed weak.” 

“You’ll be surprised. He’s an idiot, yes, but he’s not a rock.” 

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I knocked on Lucy’s bedroom door, opening it. “It’s just me.” 

“Hey.” She answered quietly. 

“I figured we hadn’t bonded much, so I snuck some snacks up here. The biscuit rule doesn’t apply when it’s just us, by the way.” I winked, putting down a packet of Sour Patch Kids, Toxic Wastes, Walkers crisps and chocolate Digestive biscuits. I ripped open a Toxic Waste packet and popped one in my mouth, unflinching at the sour taste. She took a biscuit, biting into it delicately.

“Did you get your hair dyed?” She asked, looking genuinely interested. 

“No. I survived a ghost touch somehow. It took some colour out of my hair, and affected me. You know your affiliation to connect with the dead?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I can connect with the dead and the living. Right now, I know that you’re wondering how biscuits are so delicious.” She giggled, covering her mouth. 

“That’s true.” 

“And when I connect with Lockwood, all I can see is himself, or me when he’s having his annoyed thoughts, and George’s is full of research and strangely tea.” I was making a good friend in Lucy, at least I think I am. “How d’you end up here?” 

“Can you promise not to tell anyone? It’s really bad.” She begged, so I nodded. 

“Yeah, you can tell me anything.” 

“My friends, most of them, from my old company, they died in a vicious ghost attack, and one went into ghost lock. My leader was right there. He could’ve helped me, but instead he ran and blamed everything on me. So I had to leave. I couldn’t stay; my mother didn’t believe me, my own friends didn’t believe me-“ 

“I do, if that’s worth something.” 

For the second time, I saw Lucy smile. "After all that's happened, it's worth everything."

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[sleepy-achilles]

Like That

Yes the title is from that jack and jack song. Yes it's all I listened to whilst writing this. Yes it's the reason this exists.

WWE Hall of Fame anyone?

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Drew brushes his hair as the lockeroom gets busy. "Wheres Lee?" Sheamus asks. "Uh he was getting ready with John and Cassie before they goto a photoshoot and then prepare for takers introduction" drew answers adjusting his jacket. "You ain't seen him yet?" Finn asks. "No why?" Drew asks. "They wanna see Leon in a suit" Randy hums. "Oh Leon doesn't do suit and tie. Not even at our wedding." Drew chuckles. "Ok I'm not expecting a tie but you know, the rest sure." Sheamus states. "Yeah he'll probably have a button up on. Don't get weird tho" drew warns. "Never" sheamus holds his hands up. A knock at the door tells them it's time to go. "Well, let's go sit for a few hours" drew yawns. "Gonna feel like a proper assembly" sheamus smirks wrapping an arm around drews shoulders as they walk out.

Both men immediately stop.

"Damn" drew mutters. His heart races as he takes in the sight. "Damn right" sheamus huffs.

Leon looks over at his partner and friend. "Hey guy" Leon smiles slipping his shades off. "Lookin good boys" he smirks. "You are so fuckin hot" drew blurts out. Leon's eyes widen before closing and smiling. "Well thank you, I do try"

Drew moves closer, placing his hands under the red jacket to rest on the black shirt. His eyes immediately land on the opening of the shirt, how his name is on show. "That-" "every photo and interview. Told them no editing" Leon smirks, leaning up to kiss drew. Drew can't fight the growl that escapes his throat as he kisses back. Leon pulls back, nipping his lower lip. "I like it." Leon mutters, his eyes not on drews outfit. "Yeah baby boy?" Drew smirks. Leon practically purs at the man. "Ew enough! Showtime!" Cassie gags. "Reckon you can hold it in?" Leon smirks patting drews chest. "A lot better than you" drew smirks taking Leon's hand so they can begin walking together.

"I reckon we add some bandanas" cassie states to John. "I aint messing my hair up" Leon frowns. "Wear it around your thigh, like your pa used to." Drew suggests. "See! That's why we have you around drew" John smiles tossing the bandana to Leon. "Why man" "we both have something taker themed. Big evil is the only one left to represent and he is your favourite." John states, tapping his hat and motioning to cassies dress design and gloves. "Red and black not enough?" Leon asks. "What if we tricked you and its not red?" Cassie smirks. "Already tested it with my phone dipshit" Leon smirks causing the girl to huff as they get to their seats.

Once sat, drew slings Leon's leg over his. "Aw drew I don't want to dirty your trousers-" "don't be stupid. No one will see" drew tuts as he ties the bandana around Leon's thigh. Leon doesn't move his leg, especially as drew places his hand on it, rubbing it with his thumb. Leon relaxes,allowing one hand to twirl and fiddle with drews hair as the show starts. Leon kisses his teeth as he uses his free hand to put his shades back on.

It's gonna be a long show.

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"You know, this will be you one day." Drew whispers as the speech continues. "Speeches ain't my thing." Leon mutters. "Not the Speech-" "I know. It'll be us some day" Leon chuckles. Drew looks at him. "You think?" "I aint getting put in the hall of fame without you Drew. Not even as a husband thing. You've been my longest tag team partner. Even with the amount we argued and fought, you always had my back. Even when we weren't on the same team" Leon explains. "Yeah...vince hated that time period." Drew chuckles. "Best tag partner...no, best partner anyone could ever have. So they either put us both in here or don't even bother" Leon hums. Drew smiles. "God why can't you always be this sweet?" Drew coos kissing Leon's cheek.

Leon can't help but smile. "Gotta keep ya on your toes darling"

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"Now, put your hands together to welcome The Michaels consisting of, John cena, Leon Michaels and Cassidy Michaels."

Leon huffs and kisses drews cheek before forcing himself up. Drew can't help but smile as Leon falls into performer mode as soon as he stands.

Leon and John stand either side of Cassie as they stand at the podium. The siblings stand and look as the crowd cheer. Leon looks around and this causes the fans to get louder. He can't help but chuckle and shake his head. He leans down to the mic. "Calm down, you'll be seeing us at wrestlemania ya dogs, this isn't about us" Leon tells them. As Leon straightens up the deepest voice he's ever heard yells, "I LOVE YOU LEON!" The siblings burst into laughter as Leon shakes his head. "Heel! Heel people, cmon" Leon huffs.

"Enough, this isn't about us. It's about our father" John states. "The Undertaker" cassie says in a spooky voice. "Something, not a lot of people can say" cassie adds. Leon leans against the podium causing John to glare at him. "Oh cmon, we all knew I was going to break rules straight away. I'll pay the fine" Leon shrugs. "We were given rules and threats of fines. That is true. Leon's already getting fined." John states. "Cannot mention vinces name. Cannot try to embarrass the undertaker. I'm basically not allowed to do anything but breathe, John has to keep his shirt on and cassie Cannot swear." Leon explains. "Two fines now" cassie smirks.

"Yeah, let's start before Vinnie fines us for going over time" Leon smirks. "Three."

-----I do actually have a mini fic about their speech. I just haven't finished it because I don't know what to write. Soooo no speech for ya yet-------

Leon pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and gives it too a crying cassie. Cassie smiles and accepts it. "You got anything to say about Undertaker?" John asks him. Leon hums before pushing his shades onto his head. "I don't have to say anything about The Undertaker. You all know him, you all know the legend and the phenom that is the Undertaker. The man who scared but inspired millions. Made a few class memes." Leon comments getting cheers. Cassie moves back and John pulls Leon into the middle. Leon looks down at the mic. "I could tell you what you already know, or I could tell you about the man who was not only my hero but my saviour." Leon states.

John smiles at his baby brother. How far he's come. How far they've all come. He can't wait till its their time to be in the hall of fame.

"Dont get me wrong, we definitely had some really rough patches together but everything you saw? Between us, that was always real. That mentor storyline? It wasn't a storyline to me. That was real. To me atleast, I don't know how he feels about it or me infact but..I owe that man a lot. He saved me when I was going down a dark path. Helped me learn to control that anger and violence yall saw in me at a young age. And I will always be thankful for him. Proud to call the undertaker my father." Leon speaks.

He glances up as he realises the arena is dead silent. "Ah fuck it I don't do speeches. Imma go pay my fines, yall enjoy the rest of the night!" Leon yells. The crowd goes wild again. "Sorry vinnie" all three smile before walking off.

Leon collapses in his chair as their father comes out. "Not into speeches huh?" Drew asks pulling Leon to stand. "Shut up" Leon huffs watching his father's embrace. "I think you did amazing" drew smiles. "Thank you" Leon squeezes his hand before he's pulled into a hug. Leon can't help the yelp. "Thank you Lee." Taker whispers. Leon sighs and hugs him back. "Anytine old man" Leon smirks.

Taker chuckles and clips the back of Leon's head as he pulls back. "Hope you know vince is writing all three of you up. Especially you" "Ah its worth it. Now go bore them to death" Leon claps his shoulder. "Yeah yeah, gonna stare at them all and not say a word." Taker smirks as he walks off.

Leon sits back down. "Never seen so much emotion outta you two before" drew teases. "Yeah yeah" Leon smirks tilting his head back. Sheamus leans forward behind him and knocks his shades back. "Thanks Bullet" Leon hums. "Anytime Slim" sheamus hums.

"We getting pizza after this?" Leon asks. The group hums in agreement. "Awesome" "Leon shush" Shawn scolds. "Sorry pa"

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The group sit around the empty pizzeria. "I want to thank you all" Taker smiles. "Eh don't get sappy on us now old man" Leon yawns. "I'd hate to have a moment here lee" Taker snarks. "Good. I've had enough for one night" Leon leans forward. "Yeah, he's had a whore moment and a emotional moment" cassie smirks. "Whore moment?" Leon asks. "You think we didn't notice you flashing the drew tattoo every chance you got?" John asks. "Just letting the peeps know who I belong too. No harm in that, dad does it every day" Leon states nodding at takers neck. "Damn right I do." Taker smiles at shawn.

"I think you should get one" Randy smirks. "No way. You get one." John huffs. "Im getting one" Rhea hums. "Yes! I get to feel what yall feel" cassie smiles. Shawn smiles at his little misfits. His weird made up family. He watches as sheamus and Leon feed each other as finn and alexa tease them. He watches as randy and John argue with cassie and rhea and liv about whatever. He watches as Taker and drew are the only ones having a civil conversation. Yeah, even though not all of them are here. Cody at aew, Adam and Naomi gone too. Mattie and Val taking the world by storm their own way. The elders off doing their own thing. It's family. And that's all that matters, even if they aren't always together.

"Shawn" Shawn looks at taker. "Go on drew he's all yours." Shawn looks at drew. "Thank you for passing your beauty onto Leon. I am blessed each and every day. And thank you for letting me have his hand." Drew smiles. Shawns cheeks heat up as he smiles. "Thank you for taking him off my hands and looking after him. Feel like I should be paying you for the crap you put up with." "Oh I know, I don't deserve him" Leon cuts in. "Now what did I say about moments? Eat pizza or go wait in the corner." Leon frowns shoving pizza towards drew. The group laugh.

And that's how the night goes on.

No drama. No fights.

Just laughter and love.

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I saved it too my drafts

[hazzybat]

Okay I was gonna sleep but I need to put this out somewhere. It's rambly cause it's 2:30am and I need to sleep. Thoughts on my personal gender and how Joker Out is giving me a small crisis maybe.

I think I want to be a boy.

I want to be a boy in the easy way. I want to be masculine because I'm a man not because of anything else. I want to be a man no matter how I dress or look.

It's so easy for a man to be feminine. You put a flower in a man's hair or wear a skirt and he is feminine.

But he's feminine in a masculine way. He's feminine like a man. He can still look masculine. Kris looks feminine in a masculine way. Bojan looks feminine in a masculine way.

If you put me in a skirt I'm a woman. If you put flowers in my hair I'm a girl. There is no masculinity to me.

There is no way I can be masculine in the way I want. I'm short with very delicate and feminine features. I have a very feminine body.

In media (photos and videos etcetera) the way to make a woman masculine is for her to already look it. For her to have a strong jaw or broad shoulders. They put her in blazers and trousers and give her short sleek hair because men don't have curly hair or long hair. I don't want that masculinity. Masculine in a feminine way. Masculine in a way you know she's a woman.

Sometimes I like it. Sometimes I love being feminine in my own way. In an extravagant, alternative way. I love skirts and dresses and how my legs look in heeled boots. Often I like it. Often I'm fine with my body.

But lately especially with Joker Out I just so badly want to be masculine like they are. Masculine in an easy way. Masculine because they're men and nothing more. Masculine even when feminine.

They can dress well and wear pink and be in charge of their sexuality because they're men. They are sexy how men are sexy. They're flirty how men are flirty.

I dunno. I kinda like being called He/Him but that only happened as a teenager when I had no hair or chest.

I never knew if my enjoyment of that was an enjoyment of being seen as a boy or a joy of being not seen as myself.

I don't think I'm a girl. I don't think I've ever been. But I don't feel a connection to anything anyway. I view myself as a monster. In a good way. A thing that isn't human to start with. The most beautiful I've ever felt is when I wear demon horns. When I have fangs in. When I'm dressed up for Halloween. It feels more right to wear horns than any clothing I can think of.

My hair is so different to anything that it helps me feel different. Feel like a creature people comment on and aren't quite sure what to do with. I have a damn red, curly mohawk so there aren't exactly people that look like me and in a way I like that. My hair is masculine and feminine. It's so outside of the status quo it can be both and neither. I like being so different i can pretend I'm not human. Pretend I am an alien simply observing.

I will never be happy with my gender and myself I don't think because it will always change and be just out of reach. It's just often very far in the background. A tiny feeling I can ignore. Then sometimes I see a man do something and I hate them. I hate that no matter what I do in my life I will never be seen like that.

If I want to be sexy I will be seen as being sexy in a feminine way. I will be sexy in the way an object is. I will be sexy because I'm a woman so I'm meant to be sexy.

If a man is sexy its new and different. A man being sexy is him being effortless. A man being sexy is power he always had.

Male sexuality has the man in charge.

Female sexuality has the man in charge

And yes I know that woman can be dominating but I don't want to dominate. I don't want to be some tough strong woman who doesn't take shit.

I want to be a 25 year old guy who doesn't have to fucking fight tooth and nail to be seen in society as revolutionary because he says what he thinks. I want to be a 25 year old guy with a broad chest and just enough beard hair to be attractive.

This isn't really a gender crisis. I knew I was something else since high school. It didn't bother me enough to try and do much about it. Mostly I'm fine with what I am. Usually I'm fine because the truth is there is no way for me to ever exist the way I want because then society has to change in ways it never will and my body has to become something it physically can't.

Maybe if I was fully a man it would be easier. Maybe if I was fully a woman it would be easier.

Maybe if I was fully human it would be easier.

[maryihem567]

HALLOWEEN IN PENNSYLVANIA

Miw story

4 . Freak show

Lucie pov

I store my shop and cleaning old book and object . Sometime i feeling like object flying maybe its just my imagination. My sister enter " hey , Lucie do you come ? " she said " yes, i close the store and i arrive , i don' t know why you wanna go into the funfair " i said " but its fun and there is a clown " she said " yeah " i said " these a lot of people talk about our band in town , they say you so good and mary sing perfectly " she said " yeah i don' t know " i said " what " she say " mary appear like that sing like that and she look familiar to m , i don't where i see her " i said " really, but she is kind " she said " yeah , she is kind waterver " i said . I close the store and we go .

Mary pov

I m in my bedroom, when i heard the door open " hello , we going to the fairgrounds " said jess " yeah , i finish my makeup " i said " did you see our band on tiktok a lot of people like it and chris like it too, thats crazy " jess said " yeah i see it " i said " i can' t believe its happening " jess said " yeah" i said .

At the fairgrounds

We arrive at fairdrounds these a lot of attractions . We wearing all a striped trouser , jess in green , kat in yellow, Lucie in purple , re in blue and me in red " so i suppose a lot of you try différent thing so i will meet you at the marquees for a show at 9 pm " said re . We are all okay and we seperate.

I going with re and take a ice cream after that we going into the weels " whats your taste of your ice cream " said re "raspberries" i said " and you ". " blueberries" she said " so whats do you prepare for us " i ask " thats a secret " she said miming a shush with is mouth " hoooooo" i said .

Lucie pov

I walk to found an attraction , and i found attractions with base- ball bat and points. Thes a lot of men who beat to have good points. I play a lot of men lauhing at me but they was shoked when take a bate and i have good points " so who gonna fight me " i say some men run .

Katya

Me and jess walking around " ho look kat there are adorable plushis can play for me" say jess " okay " i say . I take the weapon and play i lost lot of it, the children beside win a lot and he sticks his tongue out of me . I hate children , i try third time and i win " thank you kat " she said . This is adorable pink bear , what i won' t do for jess .

Mary pov

At the marquees

We settle down at the marquees and we waiting " where is re " said lucie " i don't know she say she going into the toilet " i say " what you have a ballon kat " said lucie " i love ballon " said kat . The light go out " and now the motion picture present : porcelain " said a men in Microphone. I see a girl Do an acrobatics with a drape . No way this is re , she do pretty mouvement in the air and a snowflake going down , we hearing the voices of ricky singing. This is beautiful . The music stop , all people stand

Up and clap. We leave the marquees and re come to us , i hug her " this is beautiful re " i said " really " say re " yeah this fantastic , i can' t believe you doing this things " say jess " yeah this really beautiful " said lucie " thank you " say re .

We walking around , then we heard a women screaming " THERE ARE GIANT BIRD WHO ATTAK US " we see behind her giant bat come to us " hiding inside the marquees " say lucie. Re and kat go inside the marquees. I catch jess " doing your things " i say " what " say jess " transform you they don' t see us" i say " okay " say jess " i help you " i say . Jess transform into giant bear and fight against bat , i throw fireballs with my hands against bat . We finelly wins and the bat leave.

Jess back to normal and we reunite with the others " where did you go " said lucie " we hiding in another place " said jess " are we are okay " said lucie " yes " i said " god , we are never see a bat like this in this town " said lucie " i don' t know " i said .

[ronni-right]

while driving in the middle of a forest, our muses pull onto the side of the road for sex.

Rated E. Car sex. Pregnant sex. Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen.

LOCATION  BASED  SMUT  PROMPTS

Can be read as stand alone or as part of the fic It Takes Two.

It’s not that easy to maneuver, even though her baby bump is barely there, just visible if you look at her without any clothes. It’s hard to see it when she wears baggy dresses. But she feels the bump presence, especially this time as it’s not that easy to climb on top of Daemon. With a rush of hormones that make her horny as 24/7, it was hell to spend a lunch at their family estate, and unfortunately lunch turned into dinner. Company was almost pleasant. Only Alicent and Otto weren’t pleasant at all. 

It’s forty minutes drive from the city but she couldn’t help herself, feeling so empty, so Daemon pulled onto the side road for a quick sex. It’s already dark and she hopes no one sees them, even though she doesn't care if anyone sees them. But she hopes if anyone does, it’s not somebody from their family.

“Hurry up, please,” Rhaenyra whispers, as Daemon’s hands, somehow clumsy, tugs at her skirt. She is glad she wears a skirt and not leggings. 

“You are so impatient.” Daemon mumbles, licking at her throat and then biting her neck lightly, while he manages to tug her skirt up and shove the fabric of her panties to the side, exposing  her dripping cunt.   

“And whose fault is that?” She asks, tugging him by his hair to meet his gaze. “It’s your fault. You touched me all day!” Daemon smirks and drags his thumb up and down her wet pussy lips. She doesn’t fight a loud moan and her cunt gushes, so so wet and so so needy. They both are breathing hard, and Rhaenyra rests her forehead on his forehead. “I would be patient if you fucked me in the bathroom like we planned.” 

She wants him to touch her more, but Daemon stops touching her as he moves his hands to tug at the zipper of his trousers. He doesn’t fight with it a lot and next second there he is, his magnificent cock that he takes in hand. 

“It was your father’s fault,” he tells her, and she shifts atop of him, angling her center with his fat dick head. She still has some thoughts so she tells him:

“Let's not talk about my father when you…” and she gasps, gripping at his shoulders as he spreads her on his cock, his hands on her hips, holding her. “Oh my god, yes.” 

“I hope it’s a boy,” Daemon whispers and his left hand moves to lay atop of her belly, where their child is, still small and still sexless as baby’s reproductive organs just haven begun to form and they can't yet be determined on an ultrasound or sonogram. 

“Why?” Rhaenyra wants to move, but stops because it sounds like he is a misogynist. She is confused by that statement. And her desire seems to lessen after hearing that. 

“Because I won’t allow my baby girl to date any guys until I’m dead.” He tells her in a rushed tone. “And she will hate me for that and I don’t want her to hate me.” It’s not misogyny, it’s just Papa Bear who is protective over his child, and it makes her love him a little bit more even though she loves him hard. Rhaenyra chuckles, finding it sweet. 

“Those thoughts aren’t for this moment, okay?” And to distract him from his thoughts, she pulls the top of her dress, exposing her bare breasts. Rhaenyra knows how to distract him, and it works perfectly every time. The trick never gets old. Daemon covers her left nipple with his mouth at the rushed speed, and her right nipple ends up between his fingertips and he mutters: 

“That’s perfect tits, baby, missed them so much,” and Daemon licks and bits while she rides him slowly. 

They are in the car after all, she is pregnant and doesn’t want to hurt the baby. Rhaenyra clutches at his shoulders, while he holds her by her hip and his other hand is on her back, preventing her from hitting the steering wheel. His Aston Martin DB11 is small. It won’t fit a child in, but his G Wagon will, or her Lamborghini Urus. 

“You see them everyday,” she growls, as he starts to pound into her more roughly. She catches a few cars driving past them. “Want to see them every second,” he mumbles and then his thumb stares to rub her clit, and she decides to concentrate on pleasure. She will offend later, after a good orgasm. Daemon rubs her clit fast, and he thrusts into her fast too, his mouth moving from her tits and onto her neck, and then she lowers her head to catch his lips and kiss him.

“My beautiful girl,” Daemon tells her between open-mouthed kisses.

The car is filled with filthy sounds of their fucking, but she loves how they sound. And it doesn’t take her long to cum on his cock with a soft moan, while she hides her face into his neck. Daemon doesn’t last long too, cuming inside her, when she squeezes him. And she feels his hot cum inside her. 

Nor he, nor she moves. She finds herself tired. But she lifts her head to look at him. He is way to relaxed for her liking so she states:

“So you want to see my tits everyday, but not me.” 

Rhaenyra sees panic flashes on his face and he almost silently says:

“Shit.” 

Well, he can’t blame her, it’s all pregnancy hormones. 

And whose fault is that?