#bee folds under pressure

[dance-in-the-morning-glow]

Debating with myself whether this snippet is clever or too silly to be included in my fic:

Bee: He [James] writes me poetry. Beckett: Intriguing. Bee: The latest poem was an ode to starfish. Beckett: Somehow, I find that hard to believe. Bee: Well, you don’t know him as well as I do.

[eddiesxangel]

That’s that me, Espresso | rockstar!eddie

@mmunson86 requested: I can’t stop thinking about rockstar!Eddie x pop!Princess! reader! & its all thanks to miss SC & Espresso! Imagine they are at one of her concerts right right & she has Eddie sit in the middle of the stage! she is about to debut this song its the last song for the night and she dances on him , for him , around him & Eddie is loosing his mind so right after the concert he wastes no time and takes her into the dressing room & the rest well you know the rest 🙂‍↔️💗

Cw: modern au, Rockstar!Eddie x Pop!princes wife reader. Age gap, Eddie is a filthy simp for his girl, soft!Dom Eddie (sir), oral (f receiving), p in v (unprotected), small bit of anal fingering. Talks of pregnancy.

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We are back baby!!! From the Wildflower universe, if you want more of the lore on these two.

“You ready, Angel?” Your husband smiles at you.

Husband, it still has a nice ring to it. You’ve been married just under a year. Giving birth to your little one put the wedding on the back burner, but you started the wedding planning once Lila Rose was 7 months old.

“Yeah, I think so,” you smile. You’re already in your hair and makeup, just waiting for your turn to get on stage.

The rowdy crowd of music festival goers grow impatient as the crew tirelessly works to remove the previous acts' set design.

“You think they’re going to like the new song?” You fiddle with the bedazzled mic in your hands.

“You kidding me? They’re going to love it!”

Eddie always encouraged your work, even if it wasn’t his thing. He loved every song because it was yours.

“All performers take their mark,” you hear the stage director in your ear.

You give Eddie one quick kiss and make your way to the stage.

The set went perfectly, but the riding anticipation of the new single was still in the back of your mind.

“Okay, Coachella! I’m going to need you to help me out with something.” You smile. “This is my last song of the night, and it’s brand new, so I’m a bit nervous.” You pace the stage.

“Now I have a special someone backstage with me, and I know he won’t come out unless we pressure him, so I’m going to need your help, okay?” you walk over to side stage and look him in the eye

You knew he would kill you, but you needed him for the extra moral support, and you kinda had a plan up your sleeve.

“Come on out, Eddie, baby,” you smile, and the crow starts to chant Eddie’s name.

Feeling embarrassed and a bit proud of you for getting what you wanted. Eddie stocks onto the stage, giving a small wave, not wanting this to be about him.

“Sit,” you speak into the mic and point to the fold-out chair in centre stage.

Eddie sits, and before he can protest anymore, he hears the first few beats of the music.

“Nice,” you sing in your breathy tone your husband can’t get enough of.

Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up like Nintendo

Eddie really loved that last lyric. He thought it was very clever of you because he knew it was about him and how he eats you out.

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso.

You and your dancers moved to the beat without missing a step.

I can't relate to desperation My 'give a fucks' are on vacation And I got this one boy

You turn to your husband and wink.

And he won't stop calling

You take a few short steps around to the back of the chair.

When they act this way

You lean in from behind and run your free hand down his shoulder to his chest and back up.

I know I got 'em

You swear you hear him moan.

I'm working late 'cause I'm a singer

You twirl your hair around your finger, then summon Eddie to come closer.

Oh, he looks so cute wrapped around my finger

He gets up and follows you like a puppy as you strut across the stage. My twisted humor, make him laugh so often My honey bee, come and get this pollen.

You flick up the edge of your mini skirt, and Eddie can see the lacy underwear beneath your stockings.

He needs this song to be over so he can finally have you. You've been rehearsing for this moment for months now. Stressing over it and with the baby, you and him have had hardly any time to have sex like you used to.

He's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up like Nintendo Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso

Eddie is back in his seat by the second bridge, and your dancing is driving him absolutely crazy. You know what you are doing. He can see it in your eyes; your mischievous gaze tells him you had this all planned out. You probably faked being nervous just to get him out here so you could seduce him.

Eddie was losing the battle of not getting hard in front of the thousands of fans watching. He couldn't help it; his bombshell of a wife was so irresistible.

Is it that sweet? I guess so That's that me, espresso

Eddie listened as you thanked the crowd. He took your hand and yanked you off stage once he thought it had been enough time for your final bow, letting you soak in this moment before he whisked you away.

“Eddie!” You squeal while trying to keep up with him in your platform go-go boots.

“Gotta have, you know,” he growls in your ear so only you can hear.

“Really baby? I worked you up that much?” You swoon.

After all this time, Eddie still makes your heart flutter. You never thought soulmates existed, but when you met Eddie, all that changed- especially after having his baby. The way he was with your newborn had you wanting to jump his bones before the doctor okayed you for sex again.

The trailer was close but not close enough in Eddie’s eyes. A thin sheen of sweat was starting to form on Eddie’s brow, and he couldn’t tell if it was from the hot Californian sun or the fact that his cock was about to bust through his jeans, and he was trying not to have anyone notice.

“Get out,” Eddie commands as the trailer door swings back. Eddie opens it so hard.

Your team looks startled as you and Eddie enter the small space.

You give them an apologetic look and they place down their stuff and leave you both alone.

“You were perfect up there.” he pulls you in for a kiss. “So fucking proud of you.” He kisses down your neck.

“Mmmm, thank you, baby”

“You’re a goddamn succubus, you know that, Angel?” Eddie shuts the door behind them and locks it before drawing the blinds.

“Is that right? Mr. Munson.”

“Oh, it is, Mrs. Munson.” Eddie pulls you in by the waist for a heated kiss. Still, after all this time, you both were so greedy for one another. Nothing can ever break the bond between the both of you… not again.

“God, Angel, you were a goddamn tease on that stage; you got me looking like a simp.”

You pull back, curious as to where he had heard that term.

“Simp?”

“VR tells me things.” Violet Rose, Eddie's oldest, whom you’ve adopted, is now twenty two.

“Okay, old man,” you giggle, and he walks you back to the sofa in the trailer’s back corner.

“Enough talking, more kissing.”

Your tailored dress, made just for you, was not easy to strip. Eddie was having a hell of a time trying to get out of it, only to groan when he saw your pantyhose as another barrier.

“Why do they make these things so tight.” He grumbles as you giggle at him.

“You weren’t complaining about it ten minutes ago,” you snide.

“Don’t make me put you over my knee.” He smirks.

“No, Sir,” you put your lip.

Finally, once you are out of your garments, Eddie kneels right between your legs.

“Baby, you’re going to hurt your knees,” You push his long hair back. “Why don’t we go -OH - to the couch” Not listening, his lips are already on your throbbing cunt.

The plus from your clit was relieved as Eddie’s tongue grazes it before quickly lapping and flicking at it.

“Oh fuck!” Your legs buckle, and your grip on Eddie’s hair tightens. He growls at the pain in his scalp, but he loves it all the same.

You feel his tongue go down, then to the left, then the right and finally circles your clit.

“Mmmmm, tastes so good, Angel”

“Please don’t stop!”

You feel Eddie's skilled tongue glide through your slick folds before you feel his hands nudge your legs, signalling to open them wider.

Eddie’s thick long fingers pump up into your warm wet cunt until you’re losing the battle to say upright. Your body is hunched over as Eddie sends waves of pleasure through you.

“Mmmm, that’s it, that’s my good girl. Cum for me.” The pads of his fingers graze you g spot each time. He doesn’t stop until he knows you are satisfied.

“That was a big one, baby; singing for me, go, you all worked up, didn’t it?” He stands and leads you to the couch until you’re lying down, legs spread nice and wide for him.

“Mmmhmmm,” you hum as you watch Eddie finally strip.

His body never looked better; he wants to be the healthiest to watch your baby grow up and maybe put another one in you soon.

“You ready for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes, sir, more than ready.” And it was true; it’s been a few weeks since you’ve had time to have sex, and it was long overdue.

All the pent-up sexual tension between the both of you is finally being released when Eddie's hard cock slides into yours effortlessly.

“Fuck I missed my pussy, baby girl.” His head tilts back, and you take the opportunity to suck on his neck, just as you know he likes it.

“So fucking beautiful” his cock pumped in and quickly backed out.

The tip of his dick ring never failed to make you see stars. Already you’re a moaning mess for him, cock drunk, and it’s not even been a minute yet.

“There she is, there’s my good girl” Eddie palms your tit as he continues to thrust deep inside of you. He watches your eyes roll to the back of your head, blissed out by how he makes you feel.

“More” you moan.

“More what?”

“Sir, please, I need you. Baby, I love you. I love you, please, I need it.” You babble.

Eddie's heart swells. He loves you so much he would give you the moon and stars if he could. Hearing you love him, especially when the two of you are like this, really makes him kick into high gear.

He will never take for granted those three words when you say them to him; your past is too painful not to.

“Tell me what you need, baby girl.”

“Fill me.” You pull him down into a kiss. Your tongue explores his mouth.

His hand that was planted on your waist is now travelling lower to your ass.

“This what you wanted, baby? All of your holes filled?” His finger teases your puckered hole.

“Yes!” You gasp.

“I think that can be arranged. Suck” he points his finger at your face, and you take as much of it in your mouth. You suck on it until it’s dripping with your saliva.

“Such a dirty girl, letting me fuck you and play with your ass hole.” His finger slowly glides in, and he pumps it to match the rhythm of his thrusts. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, sir!”

“God, I love you.” Eddie can’t help but to fuck you frivolously. The sound of wet skin slapping together filled the thin walls of the trailer.

“Please, please, please.” You were so close you could feel the pit building.

The pressure of his piercing brushing your g spot with every heavy thrust, each shape snap of his hips making him slide deep inside-mixed with the pressure of his finger pressed deep inside of you was bringing you to the edge of bliss.

“You going to come when I tell you to, Angel?”

“I can’t-can’t hold it!”

“Yes, you can,” he growls.

“F-fuck,” you curse him. You can’t hold it for much longer.

“Mmm, that’s right, babygirl. You’re going to listen to what I tell you.”

Your pussy naturally grips Eddie's cock so tight he almost loses it.

“Please, Sir. I want to cum. Please!”

The look in your eyes has Eddie reeling. The way you beg and submit to him, his perfect girl. His perfect wife, the perfect mother to his children.

“Cum” he growls, and you let out a cry of relief.

With your arms wrapped around the back of Eddie's neck, you pull him down into you on instinct. His body weight pressed into you, and your cunt grips his cock so deliciously Eddie is coming with you.

“Shit, baby girl, I think you nearly killed me that time,” Eddie chuckles as his legs give out and his total weight collapses on top of you.

You giggle dumbly as Eddie plants kisses all over your face.

You look up; his face is red and sweaty, but he’s never looked more beautiful.

“That was long overdue.” You sigh with relief.

“You’re telling me,” he chuckles with you.” “Let’s get you cleaned up, mama.”

“You trying to knock me up, Munson?” Deep down, you’d love to have another baby.

“What if I was?” He looks back over his shoulder, catching you checking out his juicy ass.

“Then I’d say we should keep practicing.”

“Wait for real?”

“You’re no,t getting any younger, “ you giggle.

“Oh, you little minx, you’re in for it.” He runs back towards you, lifts you off the couch, and plops you in his lap.

“I’m sorry!” You laugh as Eddie tickles your sides.

“You really want to start trying?” He asks genuinely.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Guess it’s time for round two, gotta make sure it really sticks.”

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[dandelions4us]

Party’s Over

Regina George x Reader Summary: Where Regina ends her own party for her cramping lover Words: 1,1k A/N: Is it noticeable I’m having period cramps and need some comfort from the prettiest (and meanest) queen bee of all? I hope not

As the night went on, Y/N couldn’t believe how many more people could crash into her girlfriend’s party. To say the house was full would be an understatement. She sipped on her solo cup, something she could not pinpoint, even if her life depended on it, and searched for Regina with her eyes.

Spotting the blonde head among the croud was easy, though, she could recognize the girl with her eyes closed. She was talking with some people, standing confident in her beautiful maroon dress – it hugged her soft curves perfectly –, her signature smirk adorning her crimson lips and she gently flipped her hair off her shoulder.

Y/N smiled to herself, feeling lucky to have such a wonderful girlfriend. But it faltered quickly as she felt the pressure she knew way too well right at the bottom of her belly. It wasn’t surprising, giving the ache she felt on her lower back since the moment she woke up.

“Fuck.” She mumbles, walking off towards a bathroom to make sure she didn’t just start her period. She didn’t, which was good, as she sighs in relief. Washing her hands and splashing a bit of cold water on her neck, she embraces herself ready to play it cool for a few more hours, not wanting to ruin the party for her girl.

“Hey, I was looking for you. Everything ok?” Regina asks when she finds her, hands gingerly resting or her waist. “Yeah, I’m good. Just went to the bathroom to freshen up a bit.” Y/N smiles, placing her own hands on the blonde’s shoulders.

“Good. Come here, I have a few people I’d like to introduce you.” She responds, kissing her girlfriend quickly before pulling her by the hand to a small group of peers.

To be honest, Y/N did a fairly good job of play pretend for two hours, but it was starting to get to her. The cramps were just getting stronger, making her whole body achy and tense. But she kept her facade as better as she could, not willing to spoil Regina’s fun, knowing she would drop everything to make sure she was fine.

They were now sitting outside by the pool, an array of chairs and couches, talking animatedly with everyone else. I mean, most likely Regina talked and Y/N just agreed and nodded along, smiling every now and then.

When a strong cramp came, she scrunched her face and pressed on the pillow covering her stomach. The blonde must have felt how her body tensed under the hand she had on her girlfriend’s thighs ‘cause she turned her head, a concerned look on her eyes as she looked in hers.

“What’s wrong, baby?” She whispered, her thumb caressing soft shapes where it rested. “It’s nothing, don’t worry.” Y/N tried reassuring, but it wasn’t as convencing as the previous times. Sensing her discomfort, Regina excuses both of them and walks away to a more secluded area, hand now on the small of her partner’s back.

“Wanna try again and tell me what’s bothering you?” She asks softly, looking down with honeyed eyes. Y/N sighs and relents. “It’s just cramps. I have them a few days before my period also. Nothing too bad, I promise.” Right after she ends her sentence, another wave of piercing pain stabs at her womb, making her fold and frown.

“Oh, I can see that.” Her girlfriend says, sarcastically, but sighs, concerned. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I would’ve got you some painkillers and a hot water bottle, maybe also put you to bed.” “Thay’s exactly why.” She furrows her eyebrowns, confused. “I didn’t want you to step out of your own party just to take care of me.”

“That’s nonsense. Baby, I would drop everything to take care of you, gladly.” She takes the shorter girl’s cheek on her hands, soft but firm, to prove her point. “You’re my girlfriend and I love you. Of course taking care of you and making sure you’re ok is my priority. Not some silly party that wouldn’t be as joyful if you weren’t with me, ok?”

Y/N couldn’t help but tear up a bit, but she blamed her hormones. “Okay.” She agreed quietly. Regina smiles, leaning in for a brief but passionate kiss, trying to show all of her love and care through it.

“Now, come on, let’s get you upstairs. Somewhere quieter and confier.” And holding hands, they both walk up Regina’s room. She sat her girlfriend in her bed and then rummages through her closet for comfortable clothes she could wear.

“Here, love. Change into these while I go downstairs to grab you some medicine and put an end to the noise.” She hands her the pile of clothes. “You don't have to end the party just because of me, Gina. I can rest just fine.” She frowns. “Don’t be silly. I’m coming back to cuddle you so there’s no reason to keep randos in my house. So stay put, I’ll be right back.”

She leaves, closing the door and Y/N can’t help but smile like a school girl over her affectionate lover. She changes clothes, relaxing breathing Regina’s perfume on them. She also puts a pad on, just in case her period comes while she sleeps – she’d die of embarrassement if she bleeds on her girl’s bed.

The noise disappears quickly, Y/N can hear the commotion of people leaving and a faint voice of her girlfriend shouting. In about ten minutes, she returns, bearing meds, water and snacks.

“I have no idea where my mom put our water bag and my heating pad broke, so I’m sorry.” “Gina, it’s okay! This is more than I could ask for, thank you.” “Only the best for my baby.” She smiles and walks over to the bed, giving her partner a few pills and the water.

The hurting girl drinks half the water bottle and nibs on the snacks so her stomach wouldn’t be so upset because of the meds and alcohol she consumed.

“There you go. You should rest now. I’m sure you'll be feeling better tomorrow.” She fluff the pillows and covers her sweet girl with the thick duvet before climbing in bed herself (now in her sleep attire).

She scooches closer, tangling their legs as she holds her tight against her chest, kissing her head lovingly.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me, Gina.” Y/N whispers, face nuzzling oh the blonde’s neck. “Of course, baby. You don’t even have to thank me. I’d do it over and over again, just for you.” She responds, one hand scratching her girlfriend’s scalp while the other held her as close as possible.

“I love you.” Y/N says, feeling relaxed, loved and safe. “I love you, too, princess. Sleep tight, I’ll be here when you wake up.” Regina whispers, kissing her temple tenderly.

And just like that, they both fell asleep in each other’s arms, secured in a cocoon built with pure love and care.

A/N: I had to take matters into my own hands. I could not go any longer without more fanfictions of my favorite blonde. Hope you guys liked it! <3

[nahoney22]

one more for me, you're doing such a good job

And (if possible) 🤭

you have the perfect lips for kissing

NSFW with Wolffe please? Congrats on the followers 🎉 🎉 female reader

4000 Followers Prompt List Celebration

Wolffe X F!Reader

word count: 737 words

NSFW

prompts:

“you have the perfect lips for kissing.”

“One more for me, you’re doing such a good job.”

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, explicit sexual content and language. Smut. Porn without plot. Kissing, neck kissing/sucking, fingering, oral (reader receiving), implied sex. Female Reader.

authors note: oh I love me some Wolffe smut. Thank you for the request Anon.

NSFW under the cut.

Your back is slammed into your bedroom door by the force of a Clone flushed against you, his hands biting into your waist as his lips hit your neck, nipping and sucking on sensitive skin that made your legs shake.

You could feel him already through his blacks and you groaned in desire before Wolffe dragged at your hips, bringing you flushed to him as he sucked at the base of your throat.

“Wolffe… bed, please.” You beg, melting as you hear the low rumble of a chuckle. You gasp when he pulls back, the tenderness of your neck letting you know you were definitely marked by this man. Not that you were complaining.

“Eager, kitten?” He purrs, eyes locking onto yours that sends a heat straight to your core. How can one man be so gorgeous?

“Always,” you smirk, giggling as Wolffe lifts you over his shoulder and makes a bee-line straight to your bed. He drops you onto it, the mattress breaking your fall and watch in awe as he swiftly maneuvers over you, staring adoringly down at you.

“Did you know,” he says quietly, bringing a hand to your face, his thumb tracing over your lips that were begging to be touched, “you have the perfect lips for kissing.”

And before you could reply, his mouth is on yours, filling you with lust and need as your lips meet his in a heated, desperate embrace.

He was still kissing you when he began pushing your pants down, feeling how your legs were shaking for him. His arm snaked under your waist, lifting your shirt over your head while you helped by kicking off your boots and socks with your toes. When he pulled his mouth away, he lowers you carefully back onto the mattress. With his hand, he caught sight of your panties, eyes blown at the alluring material and patterns.

You shivered under his stare, feeling completely open and exposed as Wolffe was still wearing his civvie clothes. To which, it wasn't long until he was standing and stripping in front of you. Not stumbling or fumbling once.

“Spread your legs,” he instructed as he kneeled in between your legs as you tried to sit up to look at him. He shook his head, tutting as he pressed a gentle hand in between your breasts, exerting the smallest amount of pressure. “No, no… you lean back,” he rasps, sliding his hand now down your body, past your naval and then to your thighs.

“Commander,” you groaned, knowing it got him all hot and bothered as you arch your back as he moved his hand ludicrously slowly against you, both hands now pressing on your thighs, opening your legs more for him.

“Stars, what a pretty pussy you have.” He mutters more to homself than he does for you

You lost all thought as Wolffe slid his hand toward the inside of your leg, digits just caressing over your folds and your hips jerk when his thumb ghosts over your clit.

He makes an incoherent noise, a subtle groan if you may before he leans down to taste you, feeling how drenched you are already between your thighs. He flicked his tongue across your clit before curling a finger inside you. He looks up from between your legs, his mouth still attached to your cunt to put a face to the breathy sighs, curses, gasps and pants you were letting out.

He grins devilishly, the noise of him lapping at your pussy lewd and wet but you wanted more as your fingers move into his hair, tugging on his scalp.

“O-oh fuck Wolffe,” When you said his name, his heart flutters and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside of you. He rested a gentle hand on your thigh, finger still pulsing and curling inside you.

His pace became unrelenting and he was starting to get desperate, hard and leaking as he began rutting against the bed sheets.

It’s only moments before you were shuddering under him, moaning his name as your toes began to curl, beads of sweat dripping down your face as you felt your orgasm hit.

“Fuck me, Wolffe. Please fuck me.” You breathed shakily, legs still twitching as he sucked on your juices.

He would be only too happy to obey. But, he wasn’t done with tasting your pussy just yet. “One more for me, you’re doing such a good job.”

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[sunflowervoltwentyeight]

Happy 28th! Here is my March 2024 fic rec, organized by word count, from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!

Sunshine, Baby! by staybeautiful / @harruandlou (106k)

Louis was the first one down the row for their group. If he hadn’t been they would have never met.

He was turned around, walking backwards and saying to Liam, “No, I’ll get you to a real footie match next,” when he bumped into someone.

“Oops,” Louis laughed, tripping over his own feet. A hand curled around his upper arm as he nearly fell over the seat in front of him. “Sorry about that, mate.”

He turned around, still teetering in his vans, to apologize again, but the words dried in his throat. Another hand gripped his other elbow, steadying him, but all Louis could see were green eyes and dimples.

“Hi,” the man laughed, a bright, bubbling sound. “Are you okay?”

Or Louis is in his first year of law school, Harry is a junior on the swim team dreaming of the Olympics, and they both agree that they don't have time for anything more than friends with benefits... right?

Follow Your Arrow by Anonymous (78k)

Harry was the golden child, blessed in every way; Niall was the charming miscreant, a bad boy; Liam was the future-son-in-law parents of daughters dreamt of, and Zayn was the kid parents wished was their son. But Louis, Harry thought, Louis was the special one. 

It's senior year and everything is about to change.

Where We Landed by blueskiesrry / @blueskiesrry (70k)

The leaves were green the last time Harry stepped foot in Holmes Chapel, a stark contrast to the candy apple, butterscotch painting them now, years later. Harry first notices them on the train, gazing out the window with a downturned mouth. A warm something floods his stomach–memories, Harry imagines, of him as a boy, longing for the days when he’d live elsewhere and have to take this very train home for the holidays. He wonders how it’s possible to have once felt eager and euphoric at the sight of changing leaves yet now to feel nothing but tired. He sighs softly, turning away from the trees to look at his daughter, half-curled in his lap, asleep.

or: harry returns to his hometown with his sick daughter and more reminders than he bargained for of the boy he once loved when he left a handful of years ago

You'll Always Find Your Way Back Home by styleandsin / @styleandsin (43k)

Now, as he’s standing in the doorway, he’s trying not to get choked up. He hadn’t realized how much he missed this: the smell of his mother’s baking, the sounds of each of his family members, the sight of some of his old toys scattered about the foyer where his littlest siblings had presumably left them. All these things scream home, and he hadn’t felt at home since he left this house eight years ago.

 Louis needs a break from everything, from acting and the constant pressure of life in LA. He decides to move back home for a bit, some time with his family is exactly what can lift his spirits. What he doesn't expect is to fall in love. Both with the town he hated so much so that he couldn't wait to leave it years ago and with a curly haired florist that was the complete opposite of the guys he'd often meet in LA.

Something About Liminal Spaces by kingsofeverything / @kingsofeverything (34k)

Searching for inspiration for his latest book, and hoping distance will help heal his broken heart, Louis Tomlinson heads to the village of Piha on the west coast of New Zealand’s north island.

There he meets Harry Styles.

Fifteen years older than Harry, Louis tries to keep his distance, but Harry is impossible to avoid and harder to ignore.

At Risk, I Fold by clare328 / @bearmustard (15k)

2015 is a stream of hotel rooms and whisky on the rocks, tired glances and touching hands under tables. It’s the bears and the bees under a rainbow sky, and Harry and Louis have to figure out how to grow up together, instead of apart.

Wedding Bells Will Never Ring For Me by lousmoonshine / @lousmoonshine (14k)

After a failed proposal a few years back, Louis gets an unexpected invitation to his ex - Harry’s – wedding

Some Kind of Night Into Your Darkness (Colors Your Eyes With What's Not There) by larryismylifesource (5k)

Harry’s body buzzes with heat, like a current underneath his skin, because it’s been too long and his husband is right here and for once they have no obligations other than each other and he just wants.

“Lou.”

And Louis must sense it, the way the atmosphere shifts against him, the way Harry’s eyes get all big and dark with need, because he meets Harry’s gaze and then yanks him down for another kiss.

or, the boys get a day off in the middle of tour and harry and louis use it to their advantage

[rowanmutt-afterdark]

For the requests could we have some nsfw with the Bumblebee movie?

Since i have a thought that cybertronians have sex organs (can't remember the science term) but don't use them since it's not how they reproduce they don't really know what to do with them.

Basically I'm asking for a bottom bee cumming for the first time with a top reader?

If you get around to it thx for writing & ttyl ❤️:]

Sub/Bottom Bumblebee X Top GN Reader

🔞NSFW Warning: Blowjobs, first times and tooth rotting fluff because bumblebee is a sweeties🔞

When Bumblebee asked you to top, you were thrown off by the request. This was his first time after all but also him asking for you, a small five foot tall being to top a close to over ten to twelve feet tall robot was something you never expected to happen.

You stared at the Autobot who sat on the old worn out futon mattress you had salvaged for him to lay on at night. You straddled his wide hips while his big baby blue optics watched your expressions and facial features trying to figure out what you were thinking.

"Are you sure, you want me to top?" You ask him again, the yellow scout merely nods. A buzzing sound following in the sound similar to a hum.

You haven't topped before in a long time, guess it wouldn't hurt to try this put for Bumblebee. With a new energy that even Bumblebee seems to be surprised by, you push him onto his back with both your hands. You carefully scoot up further on his body to straddle his waist rather than his hips. The Autobot watches on with confusion yet also a curiosity as you start to shimmey out of your clothes.

You strip yourself free of your clothes, leaving yourself naked on his lap as you let him take your naked body in with an awed expression. His optics widening with a brightened shine that you assume to be lust and excitement.

You grab one of his servos and guide it to your chest, his servo tries to pull away but you hold it steady as you place it on your chest. He stiffens beneath you and watches your reaction as you smile and nod. Encouraging him to explore, first times were learning about each others bodies and what the other enjoyed.

Bumblebee seemed to enjoy how soft your chest was, his servo explored the area of skin. Groping at the mounds that were there, from the shiver you felt under your body and the pressure building under his modesty plate, you assumed this was getting him excited.

You have him explore your body, testing the waters. His digits crawl over your skin, mapping out evert square inch. He listened for any sounds you make. So he knew what was good and what was bad. His favorite noise was when his servo cupped your lower extremities a sound equal to that of a squeal and a moan left you. He whirred in glee before he pressed a digit further to your folds earning another pleased sound from you.

Except, he wasn't supposed to be topping.

You grab his servo and pull his hand back. He looks confused until you smile at him. "I'm the one in charge big boy~ Now open your panel, I wanna see what I am working with."

A click follows your order, from over your shoulder you can see his growing erection. He was a lot bigger than you had thought. He was a alien but you had expected smaller since he was quite small for most of his species.

His spike was a black and yellow pattern. The colors were pretty and matched his whole aesthetic. You grab for his spike, the whirring he made of surprise as well as his body jerking as you grab the phallus and tease the soft, sensitive tip earning a few sounds from him that male you wet at just how horny he was making you.

You stand from his waist and walk down to stand between his thighs. You sit down on yoru knees and take his spike in hand again before you decide to make eye contact with him as you lower your face closer to his spike. He tries to say something but your lips and tongue make contact with the yellow tip. His next noise almost made you laugh.

He cries out with a hint of static as he bucks up towards your face. You pull back in time before that had ended badly and then go back to the tip to start kissing at it and gently lathering your tongue along the slit on his tip. His pink transfluid was sweet yet bitter, it also was thicker than you had expected.

You start off slow with your blow job. Starting off with your tongue swirling the tip and sucking on the top of his tip earning sounds that send heat straight to your core. His optics shut with another moan ans you slowly start to take more of him in. His noises are absolutely arousing. He sounds so good as he moans and gasps at the small ministarations to his tip.

Not to mention he didn't give much warning as his spike starts to buck up into her mouth more. A slight gag of surprise leaving her as he tries to fuck her mouth but it is put to a end with her hands pressing down onto his hips as she suckles on the tip and urges him to let go while you used your own methods of getting what you wanted during sex.

Grabbing onto his hips you take his spike down your throat and try to take a portion of it and suck rather loudly and quickly onto it. His hips hump against your face as he tries to fuck your mouth while you help get him off with a blow job. He doesn't fair very long as it's not even a few moments later he's spurting his release down your throat making you gag with a surprise pull away as the warm cum covers yoru mouth and throat.

You struggle to swallow his large load as he fucks yoru face with a vigorous pace that has you reeling to a stop as you pull away with a loud gasp. Cum dribbles down your chin as you smirk with a chuckle.

"How was that for your first ever bj?" You ask nervously, the corners of his optics ceinkle in what looke dto be his way of smiling as he reports it was great now that he had the most attractive and best partner to be intimate with. You were amazing, according to his report back.

"Good, because I am about to start Round two with you~"

[anabdaniels]

Cowboytober Day 10: Edging

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female reader

Word counting: 795

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Fingering, oral (f receiving), Jack being the teasing mf we know he is.

Main Masterlist | Cowboytober Masterlist

Jack was undiscussable the love of your life, yes, but sometimes you got a step away from strangling him with all strength. His skilled fingers danced across your sensitive skin, driving you desperate with need. Yet, despite your begging for release, he held back, denying you the satisfaction of climax.

"I know what my little bee’s craving for.” he said huskily "And I'm gonna give it to you...but not now.” As he spoke, Jack increased the pressure on your clit, rubbing it in precise maddening circles. Your muscles tensed, your soaked cunt clenching around nothing, but when you were just about to reach your release, he slowed down just enough to leave you aching and frustrated.

"No, keep going." you begged quite needy, and Jack chuckled, his fingers never ceasing their gentle stroking.

"Not yet, honey. We're just getting started." Jack teased; his eyes full of mischief as he continued to toy with your throbbing clit. "I want to see how long I can keep you so needy.”

He leaned down to kiss your lips, hushing your whimpers of frustration. As he leaned back, you felt his fingers moving down your slick folds, teasing the entrance to your core before moving back up to your swollen clit.

"Jack…" you whimpered breathlessly, contorting under his touch.

Jack's fingers continued their relentless teasing on your clit, keeping you unbearably close to your limit. Each stroke, each press, each circling motion pushed you closer to the brink, only to pull you back at the last moment, his fingers working efficiently to drive you to the very limits of your self-control.

You were lost in a haze of sensation, your mind consumed by the agony of being on the verge of climax yet denied its sweet release. Jack's fingers were a blur of activity, his touch both tender and rough as he kept you on that in between.

Suddenly, he pulled away, leaving you soaked and needy. Before you could protest, he moved further, replacing his fingers with his tongue. He licked a slow path up your slit, savoring your taste, before sucking on your throbbing clit.

Jack's mouth worked its magic on your aching sex, his tongue teasing your clit with unfair precision, each touch causing a different spasm in your hips. And still, he held himself back, denying you the release you so desperately craved. You grabbed the bedsheets while once more feeling your orgasm building in your womb, just for Jack to pull back, leaving you empty and frustrated once more.

"No, no, don't stop!" you complained uselessly and Jack chuckled, his breath hot against your sensitive core.

“Patiance, sugarcube.” He resumed his task, his tongue being unfairly efficient in taking you out of your sanity. You could feel Jack smirking against your flesh, loving to see you so helpless and at his mercy. As he kept feasting on your cunt, one of his hands slid up your body to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple, doing you no favor to keep calm.

"Jack, please." you begged, your voice whimpering. He just hummed in response, the vibration traveling through his mouth and into your clenching pussy. It was obvious he wanted to push you to the very limits.

He kept focused on what he was doing, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to push you closer to the edge. As you saw yourself once more about to come, you prayed that would be the time Jack finally allowed you to enjoy it, but he crashed your hopes when he pulled away, leaving you frustrated and slightly upset.

"Jack." you whined "Please, I need it so badly!" you asked with teared eyes as Jack climbed up your body. Jack hovered over you, determined to keep teasing you, but his heart ached as he saw your pleading teary expression.

“My poor baby.” He cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb on it, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead “You convinced me, I’ll stop being mean to you.” He gave you a soft peck on the lips while once again his fingers moved between your legs, toying with your clit at a steady assertive rhythm, taking a whimper of you. In no time you arched your back and moaned, involuntarily bucking your hips as you finally got your release, causing your legs to tremble. Jack lay by your side, letting you calm down while he caressed your body gently, landing a few kisses on your shoulder.

“I hope you know I’m mad at you.” You said after a while. He chuckled and nodded, kissing the tip of your nose.

“I deserve it.” He concluded while pulling you to snuggle between his arms, already making you reconsider how much you truly were mad at him.

Tagging: @missladym1981 @alex-does-art-things @beefrobeefcal

[trashogram]

hi i’m the “i need luce to crush me under his weight both sexually and non-sexually” anon.

I have no idea what to call that kink prompt with but idc if he’s being my weighted blanket or folding like a pretzel , please please please gimme some of that <3333

Kinktober Day Five — Cuddling Kink

Warnings: f!reader, smothering, asphyxiation, sex

“Okay?” Lucifer struggled to ask.

Your moans had turned into guttural, gasping little sounds as he pushed your legs up until your chin could rest on your knees.

But he was reaching so deep inside of you.

“Mmhm!” You nodded frantically, compelling him with your wide eyes to continue; even as you fought to keep breathing while couched between the pressure of his weight and the mountain of pillows at your back.

You could barely think, adjusting as your lungs began to scream for air. Lightheadedness set in, making your eyelids flutter and your cunt grasp greedily at the King’s cock plunging in and out.

“Shit.” His voice broke. “I-I’m close…”

“Cum inside.” You sighed, what little air your lungs could take in escaping. Spots and stars swimming at the edge of your vision. “I… need…”

It had become too difficult to form words, with your eyes were rolling back from the lack of oxygen. Your thighs were squeezed together, adding pressure to either side of your cunt, puffy clit pinched between them. Lucifer’s groin smacked against you rapidly, zaps of pleasure bordering on painful piercing through you like silvery lightening.

You were hyper-aware of Lucifer’s release, jets of warmth shot so deeply you swore he was in your belly. The former angel cried out, low and warbling against the crown of your head as you stayed still, sluggishly clinging onto the sensation of being filled.

When he let go of you, the crush of your legs against your ribs relieved, you quickly gulped in air. It felt like bees were buzzing in your skin, tingling in your toes and your fingertips.

You stopped Lucifer from falling to the bed at your side as soon as he’d caught his breath.

“Stay?” You laid back, beckoning him to follow you when he looked hesitant.

It made you smile to feel him once again between your legs, resting his head between your breasts as he relaxed on top of you again.

[lilacfiresoul]

little snippet for you this monday evening!

thank you to @ninety-two-bees for tagging me in the comments (totally didn't yell until you did)

anyways. I AM BACK ON MY ANGST AND SAD FICS. THIS ONE IS SAD I'M WARNING YOU NOW.

this is from my wolfstar post prank au inspired by cardigan and the black dog by taylor swift. it has platonic moonwater in this snippet! it is currently unnamed as of right now.

no pressure tags: @kalegreeneyes @marzst4rz @cullenalices @drowninginthoughts27 @regscupid @bellaxisworld

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“Remus?”

Remus’ head jerks up, shoulders hunching forward, his mouth opening to tell whoever it is to fuck off, to leave him alone, when he sees who it is, and he closes his mouth.

Regulus’ lips are pressed into a thin line, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. He’s holding a few hardback books to his chest, where Remus can see the colours of his striped Gryffindor jumper. He scowls as he looks away. Of course Regulus is wearing James’ jumper.

“What do you want?” Remus finds himself snapping, a little coldly.

Regulus doesn’t say anything for such a long moment that Remus almost turns back around to check he’s still there, when he eventually speaks. “I know that my brother—”

“Sent you to apologise, has he? I don’t want to hear your sympathy for him, Regulus.”

“No one’s sent me to apologise,” Regulus says immediately.

“Why’re you here, then?”

Another silence. Remus refuses to turn around, his eyes flickering over the landscape of the hills beyond the great lake. Maybe he should take off next time the full moon comes around, run off into the forbidden forest and live with the woodland creatures. He’d fit in there. There’d be no Padfoot tailing his steps, watching his every move. Getting ready to grasp the right moment to turn him in.

He hears Regulus sigh, and then the dull thud as he sets his books down. Remus doesn’t speak as he climbs onto the windowsill opposite him, folding his long legs up to his chest.

None of them say anything. Regulus is looking outside, but Remus is looking at him out of the corner of his eye. They look so alike it almost feels like Remus is looking at another version of Sirius. At sixteen, Regulus is all sharp angles and cold, calculated silences. He’s got these green eyes outlined with a lightly darker hue that looks as if someone’s mixed green watercolours together. Eye bags lurk under them from hours spent stargazing instead of sleeping. His hair’s shorter than Sirius’, curlier, hanging over his brows and curling around his ears. Remus thinks—

“Are we going to talk, or are you going to keep comparing me to my brother in your head?” Regulus asks calmly, still staring out the window, though his eyes flick a little toward him.

[roomsofangel]

BAD IDEA! . . . # CHAPTER TWO

synopsis you were always pressured by your family to start dating and have a life, as they said. with constantly getting compared to your older sister, and twin brother, san, you were constantly trying to find ways to gather approval from your parents. which is why now you were in a huge mess after giving a false story of a boyfriend that didn’t exist and your family now set and eager to meet him on this year’s vacation.

warnings not any major warnings except yn makes a reference to wanting to choke yeosang and k wording hongjoong (unserious but yk) yeosang mentions of hiding a body.

wc 1.6k

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and you thought the day couldnt get any worse, wondering what you had done to have the universe bring someone like yeosang not only into your life but in your house too, leaning against the doorframe with a pinched expression that mirrored yours

“what are you doing here?” you managed to get out, tone harsher than intended but the pounding that repeatedly hit the middle of your skull had you wanting to pull your hair out. yeosang wasn’t helping.

he looked at you with disbelief, nearly scoffing with amusement, “i’m friends with your brother.” he replied, his tone nearly mocking you as if you were supposed to know every single of san’s friends

you shook your head, scoffing, “yeah no shit, but what are you,” hands motioning to your bedroom, “doing here”

“was looking for the bathroom.” he shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets while pushing himself off your doorframe

you deadpanned, looking at him with a glare that only he gave a grin in response to, “you expect me to believe that?”

he hummed, stepping further inside your room which has your body shoot up and stumble, “shit—“

your eyes were squeezed shut, not wanting to open them after feeling a pair of hands on your sides and your palms flat on a harderned surface that felt like more of a human chest, a heartbeat pulsing under your touch. maybe if you closed your eyes tight enough, the whole situation would dispappear.

“you can get up now, princess.” yeosang teased, your eyes opening instantly to look up at him, his gaze on you made your head spin and you shoved him away slightly, watching his body stumble back while you straightened your posture

groaning, you glared at him, “what did i tell you about calling me that?” pointing your finger at him with a scowl

yeosang shrugged, “do it more often?”

“god, you’re unbelievable!” you stepped away from him, “just when i thought i got a break from you..” your fingers rubbing your temples, pacing around your bedroom like a madman while his eyes burned into you, watching your every movement as if it was his favorite television show

yeosang chuckled, folding his arms over his chest, “hongjoong mentioned earlier you wanted to ask me something.”

oh that little..

your pacing came to a halt, eyes looking up at the male in your bedroom like a deer in front of headlights, “i’m going to kill him next time i see him,” you muttered

“when did he?” your head tilted, folding your arms over your chest while yeosang looked at you in amusement

“when you stormed off after mingi.”

and you hated how one, he said it so nonchalantly as if it wasn’t a big deal and maybe to him its not, but two, how when you were attempting to get mingi back to the table after seeing a bee, hongjoong was already a step ahead of you. you never knew whether or not to praise the shorter male or to throw him like a football across the field, either was fine.

“so?” yeosang prompted, “what is it?”

you tilted your head back in frustration, groaning in annoyance before sitting on your bed, “you’re friends with san, right?”

yeosang nodded in response, looking at you with a silent request of permission that you reluctantly granted and he sat next to you on your bed, “why?” he questioned, messing with his fingers that you noticed were freshly painted black.

you wanted to ask just how long yeosang was friends with your brother, how close they were. because of course, with your luck, the one person you deemed at least somewhat worthy to play the role of your fake boyfriend, already knew your twin brother. “how close are you?”

and yeosang laughed in response, “relax, this is my first time even coming over,” he amused and you felt yourself sinking into your mattress as he continued, “he’s more friends with jongho if anything, i tend to just see him every now and then,“ he shrugged as he continued, “not close enough but close for me to be here.”

you nodded along, listening to him whime mentally cursing at yourself that he probably was actually, genuinely, looking for the bathroom. god, you were stupid sometimes.

“look, i didnt even know you two were related,” he pressed his lips together, and your brows furrowed

“you didn’t?” you questioned, unsure of whether or not to believe him, but stayed silent for him to continue.

he nodded, “yeah, i really didnt.”

you glanced at your door, wondering if now was the best time to ask yeosang to be apart of your acting debut or to let him go back with your brother.

“was that the question you wanted to ask me?”

yeosang’s voice broke through your thoughts and you looked back at him to see he was grinning, leaning back on his elbows on your bed. jesus christ, why was he attractive like that? it nauseates you.

“no, but you can’t laugh, okay?” you sighed.

its now or never.

yeosang blinked a few times, “are you gonna ask me to hide a body?”

“yeosang! i’m serious.” you groaned, immediately interrupting him with a glare that made him look at you in extreme disbelief, eyes widened

he exclaimed, “i am too!”

“jesus christ..” you muttered under your breath, leaning onto your thighs with your elbows, running your temples as you spoke quietly, “thats not what i want to ask you”

“then it cant be that bad” yeosang attempted to reassure you, lifting himself so he could hear you better while leaning forward. his gaze was stuck on you, expression at the moment unreadable, “you’re looking as if its something life ruining”

your fingers tangled in your hair, struggling to move it out of your face in a haste, “because it could be!”

the two of you began bickering, voices overlapping while you glared at each other. the two of you nearly looked animated and yeosang rolled his eyes, “god, y/n, just throw it out already!”

“be my boyfriend!” you rushed through your words hoping he didn’t understand, your face starting to be drowned in red hues of embarrassment once you realized fully what you had said

“what?”

“what.”

yeosang pressed his lips together, and you could see he was trying not to laugh, “no no, say that again,” his voice cracking, moving his hand to act as if he was wiping his lips before another laugh attempted to break through

your leg trembled, bouncing while you glared at him with a groan, “yeosang..”

“say it again.”

“its not like that!” you exclaimed, lifting yourself up to stand in front of him, “i just… need you to pretend to be my boyfriend” chewing on your lip, you began to pace, waiting for his response from the hiatus of silence

his laugh was the first to catch your attention, nearly sounding as if this was nothing but a prank. his belly laugh only resulted in another groan from you

“oh god, this is hilarious.” he mimicked wiping fake tears, “is that why you asked how close i was with san?”

“doss it matter?” you bite back

he shrugged, struggling to calm his laughter, “seems to you, yeah”

“yeosang..” you warned

now finally at ease, yeosang ran his fingers through his hair, looking up at you, “now i have a question,” he paused, eyebrow raising and you scoffed when he spoke again, “may i?”

“shoot.” you motioned your hand for him to continue

he nodded, “why?” his features scrunched up, “before i agree to be swooped into your mess, why will i be pretending to be your boyfriend?”

you sighed, getting ready to answer before he interrupted you, “last time i checked, princess, you don’t like me very much.” he grinned, clearly amused and you wanted to wrap your hands around his throat and shake him into oblivion

“as if you want my sob story,” you scoffed and he shrugged in response

he sat in silence, motioning for you to speak up and you glared in response, using your hands to motion for him to move over and it was his turn to send you a glare before scooting to the side and you sat down, “my parents have been pressuring me to find love and be more like my siblings,” you sighed

“my sister just got engaged, san got into a relationship and is celebrating his two year anniversary this month which lead my parents into suddenly having a conversation about when i’ll finally do that too.” you rolled your eyes, attempting to choke down the lump in your throat, “its whatever, but i felt so pressured at that moment and wanted to get them off my ass,” you bitterly laugh

yeosang hummed in acknowledgment, “so you told them you had a boyfriend and now they want to meet him?”

turning to glance towards him, your silence was enough for him to get his answer and you watched him run his fingers through his hair, letting out a shaky exhale

the silence was deafening to you, he never agreed and you knew he probably thought you were crazy but he was your only resort as much as you hated to admit it to yourself, and you opened your mouth to speak, ready to tell him to forget what you two just talked about but he seemed to have thing for interrupting you

“i’ll do it.”

blinking a few thmes, your eyes widened, “yeosang—“

“but,” he cut you off, and you pressed your lips together as you waited for him to continue, “you’re not the only one who needs a fake partner.”

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[faeriefrolic]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

A set of 20 questions to get to know your OC! ty for the tag @bool-prop !! I'm going to do my babygirl Crystal Leblanc 💛

What uncommon/common fear do they have? Aquaphobia due to a traumatic incident early in her life, as well as aichmophobia

Do they have any pet peeves? When library guests bend the spines of books 😔

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? A well-used cookbook she's been taking ideas from, her yellow tablet, a daisy in a bee-shaped flowerpot 🌼

What do they notice first in a person? Their smile!

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? A 1... she does not handle it well!

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? Definitely flight, literally sometimes! She doesn't like conflict and would rather diffuse or escape the situation.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? She has an adoptive mother, Floette, who she cares for very much. She taught Crystal much about magic and life and takes after her. She lives with her mother in the library loft for a long time, until she gets brave enough to share a magic treehouse with roommates

What animal represents them best? A scottish fold dilute calico cat, which is literally her lol

What is a smell that they dislike? Really stinky cheese, burning plastic/rubber and burnt coffee beans... her Mother took her to a speciality cheese shop once and she really didn't like one of the cheeses, it smelled like feet 🧀

Have they broken any bones? She has no bones, since she is a soft doll, but there are many broken bandaged parts of her :( She is covered in colorful band-aids and always keeps them on hand.

How would a stranger likely describe them? An adorable sunshine girl who looks as though she stepped right out of a fairytale storybook ✨

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? Morning bird! She loves to make coffee and enjoy basking in the sunshine, reading the latest chapter of her library book. Though she loves her catnaps...

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? She's a fae, so she adores sugary treats, anything fruity and sweet. And as an autumn fae she gravitates towards warmer fall flavors. She dislikes sour, bitter things

Do they have any hobbies? She organizes a dnd campaign at the library, and she also loves journaling! Sometimes she will host a little tea party for the bumblebees in her garden. They always gift her with honey 🍯

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? Well first her kitty cat tail will puff out and she'll float up to the ceiling in shock! Immediately after she'll be overjoyed and excited, flailing her little arms everywhere and wondering how they did all this in secret and then wondering about cake, and what flavor it is, and then get distracted by thinking about how to make the cake 🎂 Oh and she'll most definitely probably cry from her friends doing this for her and feel as though she doesn't deserve the kindness

Do they like to wear jewelry? She can't have any piercings but sometimes she will wear cute bracelets or a ring, her neck is almost always covered by her enchanted healing magic scarf or a ribbon, so rarely any necklaces.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? It's loopy and has hearts for dots and always in a glittery pink gel pen

What are two emotions they feel the most? Excitement, curiosity

Do they have a favorite fabric? Anything super soft. The softer the better

What kind of accent do they have? She's adopted a slight French accent from Floette I tag: @getboolpropped, @bastardtrait, @papermint-airplane, @kissalopa, and anyone else who wants to gush about their ocs!!!

[butwhatifidothis]

I did a quick look around the other day and noticed edelstans have been digging through blogs pulling up old buried discourse

Ofc r/axis jumps on that bandwagon cuz he openly admits he loves toxic behavior arguing . His behavior has so many red flags and to top it off it screams stalker. (Btw your username appears under his 2022 most reblogged from list)

Then he acts like it's not his creepy behavior that's wrong its everyone else who is wrong. Like boy, are you even self aware?

No means no. Block means stop interacting with the person who blocked you. It does NOT mean "oh I've been blocked so let me stalk them and use every other means to reach them!!"

But what can I expect from edelstans who are so obsessed with their imperialist waifu and can't let her go while the rest of fandom moves on. Its like they're so mad people have lost interest that they're resorting to digging up buried discourse to get attention.

Most users who have criticized their fav imperalist warmonger have blocked the edelstans and moved on to other things. (even r/axis openly admits he's been blocked by like... everyone) But the edelstans are on their knees begging yall not to leave and screeching for attention.

I've noticed that too. I had a post from almost two years ago get a random reply on it, and I heard that others had something similar happen to them too. Given how relatively silent it's been for a while, most assume it has something to do with Engage's upcoming release and how these folks don't want attention from 3H to fade, so they decided to... annoy the shit out of everyone. As per usual of Edelstans lmao.

And it does seem like ol' Raxxy-poo has hopped on along, cuz like I said far as I was under the impression of he was mostly doing nothing, until recently. If nothing else the worst thing he was doing was clogging up the Dimitri tag with hate, because he's just a swell guy like that, but I thought he was at least movin' away from fuckin' around with other people outright.

But, nope. Took a peek over on his blog to see if maybe, for once, he took something out of this, but, nuh-uh. He's still the same asshole as ever, goin' on about how "no one has the right to silence me!!!" in response to people telling him to respect other people's boundaries. How he was totally right to harass n*lsh off of tumblr because n*lsh was being mean (and how it totally wasn't harassment, he swears, it was n*lsh who just folded under the pressure... that r/axis forced him under... for an extended period of time... long after n*lsh made it clear he wants nothing to do with him... but it's not harassment he promises). How he totally had nothing to do with moonlitboar's harassment since he was "at work" at the time of moonlitboar's extended period of getting harassed - guess r/axis is just a hard little worker bee who is given no breaks for multiple days, cuz moonlitboar's situation was not over the course of one day like he makes it sound like it was. And how if people just ignored him he leave them alone, totally (aka "it's their fault I decided to keep bothering them")! Which is why he still evidently kept looking at my blog to look for more people to fuck with, despite me almost never talking to or about him ever.

The guy acts like it would literally, actually kill him in real life if he stopped talking to/about people who don't want anything to do with him. Or that his "right to speak his mind" would be irrevocably snatched from him forever if he left the people who blocked him alone - you know, showing a basic respect for other people's boundaries? Really doesn't seem to like doing that, looks like.

As I mentioned at the beginning of this post, that does seem to be at least a plausible reason - if only because nothing else is really going on that would suddenly cause the uptick. And on one hand I do get the want to stay on 3H - I love the game to bits and would love to keep seeing others make content for it. But if that really is the motivation as to why their doin' this shit then I'd be... theoretically baffled, though not really surprised given everything that's happened in this fandom. I cannot think of a more self-defeating method of getting people to stay on 3H like "Maybe if we bother and annoy and poke and prod at everyone who doesn't like/critiques Edelgard, they'll ignore the new game coming out and keep talking about 3H!" Like my brother in Christ that ain't it

[stingslikeabee]

❛  i already told you, i’d do anything for you. no questions asked.  ❜ ( from rude! )

quotes from stories I never finished . accepting

A woman's instincts were very rarely wrong; those of a mother (even if Melissa was one only from a surrogate perspective), doubly so. Usually, the madame had a keen sense to pick up on those who were orbiting the girls from the inn and promising more than they could deliver. While the brothelkeeper was never one to nurture an idealized version of love given the very business they were a part of, Melissa had been around for longer; perhaps her exposure to the true nature of men had left her more scarred and skeptical.

It was done with a degree of secrecy - the woman did not want her employee to believe that Melissa was either jealous or looking for any nonsense reason to interfere with a relationship that was not causing problems for the Honey Bee Inn; but the red flags were all there and the owner of the place ended up asking Rude for a friendly request. A name, a profession, a quick run through Shinra's database - it would likely yield more than enough intel for the purposes Melissa needed.

After the piece of paper with the relevant information was folded and pushed over the table with a glass of whiskey (freshly delivered from Junon), the brunette offered a small smile and an earnest link between their gazes - even if Rude sported his usual shades and regarded her from behind the lenses, it did not bother Melissa; she could feel his look on her and that the Turk had granted the madame his full attention.

The woman parted painted lips and started to explain the reasons for concern - girls in the past had been unduly hurt, kidnapped in more extreme occasions, and even if the Honey Bee Inn was not an indirect target and Corneo was not behind everything, she still worried for the well-being of her own staff. But Melissa did not go far with the speech - Rude gently interrupted it with a pat of gloved hand over her naked one, the pressure soft but grounding.

"I already told you, I’d do anything for you. No questions asked," Rude's deep voice enunciated the words clearly, the tone a soothing one that conveyed both the fact that it was a declaration for Melissa's ears alone and the fact that he meant what he said. It worked wonderfully - the brunette went quiet in seconds, but not because the madame felt chastised or criticized; instead, a tender smile blossomed upon her lips like the first flowers of the spring.

"Rude, my dear," the woman said after a moment, amber hues focused on him with an entirely different intensity; gone were the worry and anxiety of earlier, and instead something much warmer danced in her irises, Melissa's palm flipping under the Turk's to intertwine fingers and squeeze his gloved digits momentarily. "Forgive me - I know you care for us. I have nothing but eternal gratitude and affection for your genuine concern," a nod followed, and then another squeeze - and if Rude paid attention to everything, he would have noticed that Melissa did not make a point to unlink their limbs.

Maybe, just maybe, the Turk was the exception that proved the rule - the madame had every reason to doubt the opposite sex given what her father, Corneo and even president Shinra had done either to her or those living in the slums; Rude, however, had never treated Melissa as anything less than the queen she claimed to be.

[anabdaniels]

Cowboytober Day 6: Fingering

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female reader

Word counting: 1.1k

Rating: 18+

Warnings: A good amount of fluff before and after the smut

A/N: Can be read as a standalone on part 2 of Cowboytober Day 4.

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The past few days have been a free sample of hell. The bothering that started as a little discomfort had become a constant sting, lingering for three days in a row. You were used to pushing through discomfort, always feeling horrible about the possibility of being a burden Jack, but this time you didn’t have many other options, since you were pretty much looking like a duck when you were walking.

That morning, you woke up feeling less miserable, since your back pain seemed to be giving you a truce, but yet you were still quite far from being fine. As you shifted under the covers, trying to find a comfier position, Jack noticed you still weren’t completely fine.

"Still hurtin', darlin'?" he asked softly, resting his elbow on the mattress to hold his head up.

“A bit.” You admitted with the sketch of a pout, surely wanting a little pampering from him.

“My poor little bee.” Jack smiled emphatically and caressed your arm “We’re gonna solve this. Roll onto your stomach."

You pondered momentarily, trying to figure out which way would cause you less discomfort to move. Once you were onto your stomach, Jack settled a couple of pillows under your hips to give your back some elevation. The movement hurt at first, but once you were settled, the pain in your lower back seemed to ease a bit.

Jack grabbed the pain relief ointment that had been living in your nightstand and unscrewed its cap, putting some of it on his palm and rubbing it between his hands to warm it before he started massaging your lower back with it. His touch was almost rough, but somehow it relieved the pain, he surely knew how to manage the pressure without causing you more discomfort.

You closed your eyes, enjoying his touch and the relief it was bringing to you while working out the knots in your muscles with perfect precision. His hands moved in slow motions, spreading the cream over your lower back.

After several minutes, you were visibly more relaxed as the pain in your back was practically gone and you got the bonus of feeling Jack’s comforting touch on the process.

“How’s that feel?” he asked, his voice still gentle, as if he were afraid to disturb your peaceful state.

“Way better. Thanks, Jack.” You let out a soft sigh, feeling the muscles of your back way more relaxed. Jack smiled at the sight of you seeming so better and laid next to you, kissing your forehead and landing one hand to keep caressing your back, making you sigh and half roll your eyes. “You didn’t need to get 10 times hotter while being helpful, Daniels.”

“Is that a complaint?” Jack questioned jokingly and raised one eyebrow.

“Well, it is when I can’t make you solve what you caused me.” You had a playful smile, but it was true.

“But this is where you’re wrong, honey.” He smirked cynically, landing one hand on your belly and softly rubbing your skin. You didn’t need more than a second to understand what he meant and promptly gave in, making yourself comfortable and letting him go ahead.

Jack got the message and moved further, softly nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck as his fingers got inside your panties, the slight rub of his palm against your pubic mound being sufficient to make you sigh deeply and contort a bit, being promptly stopped by Jack’s arm around your waist.

“Hold up, sugar. We don’t want to mess even more with your back.” He kissed your neck softly and his fingers kept going, sneaking through your warm folds, caressing them with no rush. You just engaged in the moment, tucking your face against Jack’s chest and moaning quietly, delivering all the management of the thing literally on his hands, after all your back still wasn’t at its best moment.

Jack surely appreciated the scene of you cozy and tucked against him, making a few quiet noises as he took his time to tease you while making sure to wrap his arm tight around your lower back every time you were about to contort too harshly. Reading the subtle message as your hips started to lean more and more towards his hand, Jack attended to your need and let two of his fingers softly circle your entrance as his thumb rubbed your clit, once more making him hold your lower torso tight to keep your non-stopping moving under control.

You gasped once two of his fingers slid inside you, as always making you wonder for a moment how he managed so easily to have his fingers doing different things at the same time with such mastery. After being married to each other for so long, you and Jack could get into an agreement on some things without having to speak, which was the case on that morning: you needed a quick and effective relief to your tension and Jack was precisely using the tactics he knew would provide you exactly with that.

Jack chose an efficient way to please you and your mind did the rest of the work, making you more turned on as you thought about how he had taken care of you for the last three days and how selfless he was in being fine with that small one-sided moment, since he knew you definitely weren’t in physical conditions to engage on anything more intense and nor did him expected any “payback” for that.

Pushed forward by your thoughts and well-caressed by Jack’s skilled fingers, you tensed up and tightened his hand between your legs, whimpering loudly as you reached your apex, not bothering to move out of your comfy position. Jack waited for you to relax to pull his hand back from your panties, wrapping his other arm around you and kissing the top of your head.

“Do you have anything important to do today?” you asked with your face smashed against his chest, your voice coming out muffled.

“Not actually.” Jack said with a chuckle while rubbing your back; it wasn’t true, he actually had some things to do around the ranch, but he already imagined what you intended with that question and didn’t have the heart to say no.

“You can stay with me then?” your voice sounded a bit pleading, after all, you were having a row of horrible days and just needed a bit of comfort, the kind of comfort you could only find in Jack’s arms.

“Of course, honey.” By his tone, you could say that Jack was smiling while answering that and he nestled you better in his arms.

Tagging: @missladym1981 @alex-does-art-things @beefrobeefcal

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Secret garden

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Pairing: Obi wan x reader

Content: Exchanging anotated romance books in a hidden garden is bound to complicate things.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1200

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The crowd feels overwhelming as it moves around you like tumultuous waves. You don’t frequent these parts, you never liked the Jedi and yet here you were. Searching the crowd, fishing for the one to take the bait and even before you could react to it, a soft pressure on your elbow, something gets placed in your hand and with it vanishes, the trace of his presence. You turn to see bodies engulfed in brown robes, you pull up your hand to see a small bit of crumpled paper, in it a message.

Wing b, half past sunset.

Sunset was now, which meant you barely had time to be here. You pick up the pace and try your best not to look out of place. The sky turned purple, twilight stars beginning to emerge in the sky, wing b sat alone and dilapidated. With every passing minute, drops of anxiety mixed into your blood keeping you on your toes. Scared someone was going to find out but the sweetness of being with him even for a few minutes was a prize you were willing to risk it all for.

His voice wrapped around your mind telling you to walk past the broken garden gate so like a bee drawn to honey, you followed it. Measured footsteps like a hunter in the forest, you searched for him amidst the overgrown vines, trees and shrubs. Raw chaotic nature had overturned this once maintained garden. But in it’s unpredictable nature, it’s raw beauty certainly felt like the perfect place, an ode to this relationship. A figure was seated by the old fountain, the crunch of a leaf beneath your foot, he looked up slowly like a forest nymph that had shifted back into his human form. The blue of his eyes locked with yours and you knew you were a gazelle playing with fire. He dipped his hand into the crystal clear water, looking away as a smile spread across his forehead, golden strands hiding half his face away from you.

You never liked the Jedi, except this one. “So what have you brought for me?”, he asked as you sat next to him. “You first.”, you fold your arms and he pulls away his robe to reveal a book. The cover featuring a sturdy man holding a woman in armour, it’s aesthetic hinting at a romance. “The king’s guard and the princess.”, he gives it to you. Opening the book leads you to discover his handwriting scattered throughout it, certain sentencesunderlined, some words circled. His eyes bore into yours, an intensity he so easily hid amongst under Jedi but here with you, it was blue lava.

You fished out the book you had selected for him, one filled with poems of a person who was witnessing love for the first time. “Don’t let it get to your head.”, you chide him as he smirks holding the book. “Jedi aren’t supposed to have first loves.”, he says softly. You noticed the blush in his cheeks when he hid the book beneath his robe. Your first love was never supposed to be a man who you should hate. “There, I’ll meet you next week.”, you got up before your feelings could sediment. It's not real if none of you admit it. “Wait.”, he calls for you. “I don’t have to be back so soon.”, he mentions. You stand at the fringe of the pavement, he was asking you to stay. Spending any longer with him would mean he might come to know, his force signature would pick up on your thoughts if they got too intense.

“I can’t Obi wan.”, you tell him pulling down on your hood. He nodded in response. “Can’t or won’t?”, he asked folding his arms, taking measured steps toward you. You were supposed to be in control of this situation. This book club was created by you, now this crush was getting out of hand. “Obi wan.”, you say softly and he’s shakes his head. “Don’t deny it, tell me what I’m feeling is true. Tell me you feel it too.”, he pleads quietly, his eyes displaying the hidden anguish he was in.

“You and I cannot live off stolen moments like these.”, you state your reason, an escape, you did not want to be the one to break his heart. “Princess.”, he shifts and then says your name, with the way he said it you knew he was the only one who could make you feel this way. Like you would abandon the world if he asked. “Just tell me the truth.”, he looked away. “That is enough for me.”, you were trying to push him away while he was trying everything possible to draw closer. A twig snaps behind you and your heart leaps, so you grab a hold of his hand and walk into a hidden enclave. “Why do you want the truth when you know it will hurt you?”, you held his hand tighter. Could he not see that it was tearing you apart?

“You could never hurt me.”, he responds and your knees wanted to make way to meet the floor. “Obi wan, you – he stops you, placing his hand on your cheek, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. “The truth.”, he commanded softly and you huffed. You attempt to look away but he tilts your chin so you meet his gaze again. “I need to know.”, he whispers while you admired the details of his face. The faint hazel of his lashes as it caught the light, the rosiness of his lips and the crisp complexion from having been out in the cold. “I cannot think of anything else but you.”, you admit and his eyes widen, the gap separating you began to get closer as your back hit the wall. “I orchestrated the book club so we can meet often and I can dedicate poems to you. It's selfish, I know.”, he doesn’t let you look away or escape his grasp. “I can live with stolen moments.”, he admits. “if it means I’m waiting for you by the arched fountain.”, you feel his palm on the side of your waist and in the secrecy there was a false sense of security, one you wanted to make use of ambitiously. He leans closer and you don’t stop him, taking it as a sign he wraps you in his arms. “You can be in the same room as I am in and still remain honorable to your duty?”, you ask enveloped in his embrace she you feel his soft lips place a feather light kiss on your shoulder. “Yes. I am of service to the future queen.”, he kisses your neck. “Obi wan.”, you whisper his name but he shushes you. “Don’t deny me a first love.”, he pushes away a strand of your hair. His soft love, slow and steady caused you to settled in his arms. You knew he was right, you couldn’t fight this anymore.

“Only if you agree to be mine.”, you say shyly and watch as an energy bolt shot through him. He doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t complicate it, just tilts his heads and closes the gap. His lips fit yours and in the secret garden of exchanged words and poems, love bloomed like yet another irresistible wildflower.

[princeblack]

She claims she would rather the world end than lose him and he understands, because if their roles were reversed and he had no evil to make up for, he would stay right here without a second thought. But how could he take up residence in her life without attempting to be good enough for her, and keep her safe? Without fixing what he contributed to— the same problematic beliefs that nearly took her life last year. Besides, no one else knew about the horcrux and none of the other death eaters would ever betray Voldemort. 

“You’re my whole world and part of the reason why I want to be a good person is because of you,” he says quietly, leaning down to plant a kiss on her head. “I’ve loved you forever.” He feels like he’s loved her his entire life, even if he’s only known her for a couple years now. It’s like they’re meant to be… or that’s what he tells himself anyway, wanting to believe they’re supposed to be together even if he did awful things. “We’re going to win against him,” he adds, because they have to. They have to win the war, to stay with each other and grow older and have a family. Her saddened eyes hurt him, because he never wants her to be afraid he isn’t coming back to her when it’s the only thing he wants. He would kill Voldemort with his bare hands before leaving her here, all alone.

Her giggle lights up his heart, making him at ease again. Regulus has never adored anyone or anything as much as Bee— her beautiful voice, soft like velvet and her pretty little face tilting up to keep looking at him. He likes that she calls him sexy, but it also gives him butterflies that she continues on to call him smart, suggesting he would be the one with more knowledge on the topic eventually. “Maybe I’ll become an expert, then, just to hear your praises.” She would sound good telling him how smart he is, maybe while she’s jerking him off, if he’s lucky. The two haven’t been able to stop having sex since they finally started dating, being inseparable in a literal sense. Every empty room at Hogwarts has probably seen them by now, and school ghosts had ‘walked in’ on them at least twice. “I like hearing your knowledge about muggle things… Despite what my parents say, I think it’s interesting how they managed to create these devices.” 

She compliments him further and it makes his stomach warm, an intense affection mixed with lust spreading through him. When she leans up to kiss his chin again, he uses the hand that’s not between her legs to take hold of her neck, holding her still so he can lean in, pressing his lips to hers in a desperate kiss, interrupting her words. She’s so cute that he can’t control himself any longer, giving her a wet kiss as lips move against hers, his hand tightening around her neck. Her mouth is soft beneath his and he doesn’t want to stop, but he also doesn’t want to miss the movie. Gently touching his tongue to her lips for entry, he allows it to brush against hers before breaking the kiss, pulling back a little. 

“I would love to play with you in the garden… and at the lake.” The idea of a summer completely wrapped up in each other has him a little giddy, already imagining getting to wake up next to his pretty girlfriend every morning, instead of in his quiet mansion.

Her soft moan makes him ache, he’s so turned on by her pretty voice. It makes him rub her clit with a little more pressure, moving his fingertips in slow strokes. The fabric is completely soaked, wet to the touch. She whimpers, telling him how much she wants to be his Emily, unraveling under his fingertips already. It’s hot, making him shiver against her, a quiet moan caught in his throat. It shouldn’t turn him on so much how desperately she moans, even as she’s trying to explain how important the scene on the screen is. 

Regulus makes sure to watch, turning green eyes toward the screen as his hand is in Bee’s panties, fingers slowly sliding against her wet folds. “So important,” he agrees softly, his fingers moving back up to her clit, gently grazing it. “Her story is sad, but her true love is here now.” He hums in approval at how she wants to be his bride, pressing his fingertips against her clit. “With this hand, I will lift your sorrows,” he recites, allowing his fingers to slide against her cunt again, stroking her. “Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine… With this ring, I ask you to be mine. Will you be mine forever, Bee?” His breath is against her ear, reciting the words of the marriage recital from the movie as he plays with her cunt. His head is hazy, only thinking about the whimper of her voice as she said she wanted to take his last name.

She kisses him and he kisses back, chasing her lips and tasting them for a moment. She asks if he really means what he said, but is quickly interrupted as her eyes roll, cursing because of the way he moves his fingers against her clit again, this time in a circular motion. “Yes… you’ve always made me feel safe; like I belong.” Regulus can imagine maybe Victor will feel that with Emily; someone who loves him this deeply, giving him a place when he seemed out of sorts in his life above ground. 

Regulus moves his fingers faster, listening to the wet sound her cunt makes, his length throbbing from it. She only makes him more turned on by playing along with his dirty game, calling him Victor and begging for him to go inside of her. “Yes, dear,” he murmurs obediently, sliding both fingers into her slick entrance, dipping in a little. Starting to play with her hole, he fucks her gently, in and out until finally starting to push them in deeper. “Does that feel good, sweet Emily? Would you like another?” His rings are sliding inside of her, her cum gushing around his fingers as he strokes them in and out of her at a steady pace.

she hated the idea of him being put in harms way, he didn't deserve it, to be hurt like that, to take on so much responsibility and literally put his life on the line, it scares her to think he might leave and never come back one day what would she do? who would she go to when she needed comfort? nobody would understand and she knows the only person she would want to be with would be gone. it doesn't help that he's so bluntly honest with her, telling her he can't promise anything and as much as she wants to appreciate his honesty she wishes he would've just lied to her instead. she looks up at him with slightly sad eyes, holding onto his arm. "you better come home to me." she says softly. "part of me would be fine if the world was ending because then at least it would be ending with you...instead of my world ending because I lost you." she knows that's dramatic especially for a relationship that only just started but she means it, she'd rather die without him in fact, he's her everything.

she knows he probably isn't too happy over not knowing but she finds that kind of endearing, she likes that he's smart and teaches her things but she also likes that he still has things to learn about the world. she giggles softly shaking her head at his words with a smile. "I like that you're a know-it-all, I think it's sexy." she purrs. "but I do like that for once I get to teach you something. not that you probably won't eventually know more about this than I do one day." she beams.

she giggles at his comment about draco. "he's allowed to be a coward when he has an awesome cousin like you to keep him together." she hums. "he looks up to you you know? and I think he's lucky to have someone like you in his life maybe one day he'll even be half as amazing as you are. even though that's kind of impossible considering you're the best." she purrs leaning in to kiss his chin once more. bee gets excited by the idea of regulus staying with her all summer, she can't imagine why he's rather stay in a small cottage than whatever gothic mansion he probably had but she was happy he did nonetheless, nodding excitedly at his proposal. "I'll ask my parents over the week, or I guess tell them that my amazing boyfriend will be staying with us all summer, oh I can teach you how to tend to the garden and we can go swimming at the lake." she was excited, the idea of having him all summer long and all to herself while he also gets to know her parents? that's like paradise.

she still is tempted to ask, mostly because professor lupin seemed to hold a lot of secrets, however she would leave it there for now and that's mostly because she's far too distracted by the way he's touching her to think very much at all let alone argue, his hands feel good on her body going from her sensitive nipples to her needy cunt as her eyes roll back just a little out of pleasure. "oh..." she moans in a gasp. his touch was also far more interesting than any muggle technology. he continues to touch her as she continues to try hard to focus on the movie and now the fact she's soaked through her pj bottoms already when regulus mentions dressing up as victor for her and she dress up as emily while calling him by the name of her old childhood crush. it shouldn't turn her on the way it does, making her moist as she bites down on her lower lip. "y-es please...I wanna fuck you while I'm dressed like your emily." she whimpers. "I want to call you my victor and moan your name so loud." she mumbles blushing a little at the idea of it, feeling her heart racing even more.

she doesn't want to talk about daphne and that fantasy she lived in anymore either, all she wanted to do was focus on being touched by regulus, be in the reality that she belongs to him and he's finally hers, tha not even daphne could ruin the high she's in right now with his hand between her legs as he rubs his fingers against her clit meanwhile the most important part of the movie is happening right now and she can barely keep her eyes focused on the screen as a shaky moan leaves her. "this part is s-so important." she whimpers, trying to regain her control and look at the screen. emily had just finished chasing after her new husband, now the movie was going into detail of her tragic backstory of foolishly falling in love with the wrong man and it costs her life. thankfully for bee that wasn't a detail she related too because the first and only boy she ever loved currently was slipping his hand inside shorts comparing her beauty to that of emily and asking her to be his bride. her hips jolt a little, fingers digging into his pants leg as his hand touches his bare cunt. she's not sure she will ever get used to his touch, driving she crazy and making her feel like she's going dizzy. "o-oh god...yes." she gasps. "it's all I've ever wanted....to be your pretty bride and take your last name."

she's half paying attention to the movie now, eyes half lidded as she thinks about how amazing his ringed fingers feel against her bare pussy even though this is one of her favorite parts. where emily gifts him his old childhood dog, helping victor feel a little more at ease. her heart is racing quick but she can't help but smile at the scene, and also at the words of her boyfriend as he tells her she gives him the same comfort. she lifts her head a little, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips as she smiles warmly. "hmm, do I really?" she says hopefully, smiling softly as she bites down on her lower lip, the circular motion of his fingers making her eyes roll back. "that's so fucking good." she gasps as he starts to go faster, needing more to the point it almost feels greedy asking while they're trying to enjoy a movie together. "please put your fingers in.... victor."