#bella's a goddess for making this graphic

[cherienymphe]

About the Twilight heights I agree 100% Alice being short and petite is so important for her character! Just like the chopped hair being a consequence of her life in the sanatorium, having a stature that makes her look fragile and harmless really brings her character contrasts together. I also think Rosalie should be a lot taller, she has this regal imposing look in the book that did not translate to screen. Don’t get me wrong, Nikki’s really beautiful, but not Amazonian goddess timeless beauty like I picture Rosalie. I think Bella’s average height was the only one they got right lol

Yeah the Alice thing (and her hair especially!!!!) was so important to me. Her hair in the first movie was cute but only the graphic novel actually did it justice. They were just cowards and afraid to give a pretty girl a true wild pixie cut

Idk how tall Sarah Gadon is (or even Katie McGrath) but them in Dracula Untold and Dracula 2013 respectively is more of how I imagined rosalie. Nikki is a very gorgeous woman but I never thought she was right for rosalie. Her beauty isn't what I would consider timeless. I cannot imagine her in old black and white photographs looking like she belonged there

[detectivegoldstein]

“SOME NIGHTS I WISH I COULD GO BACK IN TIME TO FEEL THINGS AGAIN... ”

Have you seen JAMES GOLDSTEIN around Faerune? They’re a WEREWOLF who REJECTS the Unseelie Queen’s reign. People have heard they’re CARING, DEDICATED & GENUINE but can also be ABRASIVE, CYNICAL & GLOOMY. We’ll see where they fall when the revolution arrives, but until then they can be found working as a POLICE OFFICER.

JAMES AT A GLANCE

NAME: James Raymond Goldstein ALIASES: James; former last name was Spencer until he was adopted at 16 by the Goldsteins; Officer (or Officer Fleabag/Dog Breath if you’re October); Handsome (mostly by October, but a few others have said it from time to time); Goldstein. AGE: 54 [Born January 6th] AFFILIATIONS: Senior partner to Connor Finley at the Faerune Police Station, current member of the Walker Pack; protected under Rex Vespidae; former Homicide Detective of New York City; member of Alphabet Mafia OCCUPATION: Police Officer of Faerune Police Station GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Male, He/Him SEXUALITY: Bisexual, preference for particularly masculine men and all women. QUIRKS: Spattering of tattoos and scars, each having different stories to tell from James’ life. A bit of a goof once you get to know him.  Adores cats and hates that being a wolf means most felines he comes across aren’t too keen to be around him.  Takes hour long showers to try to scrub out the wet dog smell as best as he can.  Is incredibly good at his job but has two major fears: clowns and bugs.  Tends to be a workaholic because he genuinely believes in the good he can put out in the world through his profession.  Is adept at both boxing and ju-jitsu. MARKEKTABLE/TRADE SKILLS: While James doesn’t have an ounce of creativity in him (his own words), he is willing to offer up handyman services and car repairs for the new bartering system in Faerune.  

BIOGRAPHY

As a child, James had no idea what was awaiting him once puberty hit.  Without parents to ease him through the transition, dealing with his inner wolf was hell, even more shit piled on a child going through the system.  It made James bitter, scared to get close to anyone; at least until the Goldsteins adopted him at 16.

James kept his other half hidden from his new family; afraid they would think of him as a monster.  That they would hate him and his first and maybe only chance at happiness would be taken before he could really relish in it.  It was hard, having to explain away nights out every month.  The bouts of aggression.  But his family still gave him all the love and support they had, assuming James was still processing through a childhood of foster families.  

Adjusting to his wolf got easier as he aged.  James even felt a bit of gratification, self-acceptance, when he could use his abilities to work his way up through the New York force.  Six years working the beat, he became a homicide detective, and his family could never be prouder.  And maybe, just maybe, his biological parents felt the same way, if they could see him.  James wasn’t a spiritual man, but it still gave him a sense of comfort to think his parents looked after him.

Things went fairly well for James throughout his adult years.  Sure, his love life was abysmal, too many partners complaining of him already being married to his job, but overall, he was happy.  It was a good life, while it lasted.

James would never admit it to anyone but working Homicide for 16 years really was starting to take a toll on him.  He never talked to anyone about how it was affecting him, seeing the most depraved of humanity.  It was becoming harder to go into work each day.  

One particular case really hit close to home.  A foster kid was found dead, brutally tortured until they succumbed to blood loss.  It made him so angry, that 30 years later and still kids were going through absolute hell in the system.  It was the night before the full moon when James was on his way to arrest the son of a bitch who did this, and that should have set off all the red flags in his head.  But he was blinded by his emotions, exacerbated by his inner wolf baying for blood.

The arrest was going smoothly at first, until the perp had the balls to laugh and say no one was going to miss some orphan trash anyway.  James saw red, his composure snapped.  It took 4 officers to pry him off the bloody pulp of what was once a man, his fists raw with broken skin from each blow he had lashed out onto the perp.  Realization slowly crept up James’ spine, his head spinning as he fought back the urge to vomit.  What the fuck did he do?  

On instinct, he shoved off the other officers and ran.  The still rational part of his brain knew he would be even more dangerous locked within a prison.  They don’t know that he can transform into a monster.  That he was a monster.  

James went on the run.  He broke all communication with his family, sending one last text saying goodbye and that he was so, so sorry, before throwing his phone into the Hudson.  For 5 years he moved from town to town, working small jobs while he battled with his self-hatred.  

It was by chance that he ran into another wolf during his travels; they mentioned a place where beings like them were accepted.  James didn’t feel like he deserved to be in a place where he would be accepted.  If anyone knew what he’d done, surely, they would be just as disgusted with him as he was with himself.  But…he was tired of running.  So many years of being alone, of being afraid of being near another person.  Spending most nights drowning himself in liquor to numb the pain.  It was truly wearing him down.  

Faerune was nothing like he’d expected.  Maybe it was his own ignorance, but he half expected some Middle Earth-like place.  But no, it was a bustling city.  Sure, it was no New York, but it still was lively, full of people.  James wasn’t sure how he felt about that.  More people meant more chances to hurt someone.  

In bit of a dazed state, he walked into a police station, surprised there even was one.  He told the receptionist that he was new to town and used to be a cop.  Lead to the captain’s office, he gave them his work history.  James felt guilty, leaving out the reason why he left the force, but this might be his only chance to repent for his fuckup.  

He was offered the position of detective, but after a moment of consideration he declined.  James had loved his old job, but he recognized that it was one of the catalysts for him losing control.  So instead, he was assigned to work with Finley, an absolute rookie by comparison to James’ 20 plus years’ experience.  

The captain hoped he could shape the kid to be as “accomplished” of an officer as James was.  If only they had known that such a suggestion was a direct shot to the wolf’s heart.  Still, he would try his best.  If anything, he could make sure the kid turned out a better man than he ever was.

AND WHAT HAS BECOME OF YOU?

Now James has a daughter in his life he never knew existed and wants to be there for her in the way he never had the chance to.  He is also involved with Sloane and Atlas, which has helped him to lower his walls a bit and soften up a smidge.  He’s also taken it upon himself to teach Sloane and Zeke how to fight, so that they have the self-defense skills they may need in this new reign.  

He hates this new takeover but feels like his hands are tied due to his position as a civil servant.  That doesn’t stop him from performing acts of rebellion to aid his friends, especially if that means turning a blind eye to certain activities.  

[evabellasworld]

I Give You My Heart

Chapter 1

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Summary:  When Riyo Chuchi's life was threatened, Commander Fox and Jedi Knight Ava Lira and Eva Bella Young are assigned to bring the senator back to her home planet Pantora, where she will be safe from harm. But when the assassin knows her whereabouts, it's up to Fox, Lira, Eva, and Riyo to work together and stop the assassin.

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Navigating through the corridors of the Senate building, a short, violet-haired, Pantoran woman with two light green markings on her cheeks, which she inherited from her family. Both of her parents were rice farmers, and she spent most of her time growing up in the countryside, surrounded by rice fields, buffaloes, eels and mud.

Despite her upbringings, both Riyo’s parents taught her well with mannerism and how to treat others, no matter the colour of their skin or their background.

This was proven when Riyo and her fellow senators, Padmé Amidala of Naboo, Bail Organa of Alderaan, Bibi Haizan of Shili, and many others as well. Being close to Commander Fox, who led the Coruscant Guards, Riyo is determined to fight for their rights to be recognized as sentients.

As she arrived in front of Cantham House, which was located in the left-wing of the Senate building, Riyo gave a soft knock on the door. “You may enter,” a male voice replied to her, which the young senator could note as Bail Organa. The sliding door hissed by itself, and she took a step inside the radiant office, with her colleagues all seated.

“Good morning, senators,” Riyo bowed, as she sat between Padmé and Bibi.

“Morning, Riyo,” Bibi greeted her, in a gruff voice. “I’m glad you could make it to our meeting.”

“Of course, Bibi. This meeting is crucial for us if we want the Clone Rights Act to be passed in the Senate.”

“It’s true,” Mon Mothma of Chandrila spoke, her hands placed on top of her knees, which was covered in her loose, white robe. “Especially during the course of the war, where we witnessed hundreds and thousands of clones killed during the battle.”

“It is crucial that in these times that we need the bill to be passed or more clones would be killed and mistreated underneath our nose.”

"That is correct, Riyo," Bibi slurped her glass of water. "Just last week, I overheard Chae complain to Commander Thorn that she was harassed by some senator while she was making her rounds."

"I heard about that incident," Padmé pointed out. "A lot of female clone troopers have reported similar incidents as well. It seems that the public had viewed them as hypersexual, animalistic beings, which can be linked to sexual harassment, or worse."

"The same can be said about the men as well," Bail added on. "Those prejudiced stereotypes were the main reason why many women felt uncomfortable around these soldiers, even when it has been proven false. Kinda ironic, huh? People stay away from male clone troopers but at the same time, they lust over female clone troopers."

"That's not a good sign," Riyo spoke. "And this needs to change. From how much I spend my time with Commander Fox, Lip, and Yves, I want the public to know that they are capable of having their own complex thoughts and feelings as well. It would be a bad look to the Separatist if we continued to disregard the clones as sentient beings”

“And unfortunately, Riyo, the Separatist has already thought of us this way,” Mon sighed in disappointment. “There were many systems that left the Republic due to the growing dissatisfaction against the clone army and the corruption within the system. If we want to win the system back, we will have to pass a law that will benefit everyone, not just the top one per cent of the population.”

“Hear, hear,” Padmé smiled, as she raised her glass with the other senators. Riyo couldn’t contain her smile as she realized that her dream of getting a bill to the Senate has finally come true, well, almost came true, to be precise. She is one hundred percent confident that the Chancellor and the rest of the senators will listen to her reasons and pass this bill as soon as possible.

If the Clone Rights Act is to be passed, the future of clone troopers will be changed. They would be paid for their services in the Grand Army of the Republic, they would be treated fairly like citizens, and they would be actions against those who treated the clones like crap. Her connection with the Marshall Commander of Coruscant Guard, Fox.

An honourable man, he and Riyo met when she was recently elected as a senator of the Outer Rim planet. She was lost at first, being born in the outskirts of Pantora, but with a bit of his help, and her colleagues, she managed to not only navigate through Coruscant, but her career as a senator as well. 

She learned to find her own voice after what happened on the moon of Orto Plutonia, where Riyo had to stop the fighting between the Talz, her people, and the Republic troops as well. The battle may have only lasted for a day, but she cannot deny that there was bloodshed and that people have died in an unnecessary conflict.

Sometimes, Riyo wishes that she had stood up to the Chairman sooner, but at the same time, she took that as a lesson that she learned during her career. She learned that if she stood idly by and let evil prevail around her, she would eventually be desensitized by her surroundings.

It was the truth for most senators who served the Galactic Republic. At first, they had a huge passion inside their heart and promises that they would make for their people on their home planet. But when they start seeing gold, they forget their duty. Consumed with greed, corruption and wealth, they take advantage of their privilege and use them for their own selfish consumption.

Riyo had seen plenty of politicians who were overcome by their lust for treasure and glory. She had once witnessed a senator from a mining system who tried bribing one of the Guards, before he was arrested for attempted bribery. In another incident, a perverted senator had shown a huge amount of credit to Lip, but she tackled him. Unfortunately, due to the senator’s high status, he was let go while Lip was assigned to a menial task for a week.

Remembering all of this, she felt her stomach twist inside her. Where is the democracy that we all know and love? What happened to serving the people? What has become of us, the public servants, who once had dignity within ourselves?

She prays to the moon goddess of Loona that there are senators that have a sense of humanity inside. She hopes that they are conscious enough to vote for the Clone Rights Act, otherwise, she may or may not lose her faith in the Republic. 

After a year has passed, the war has grown brutal and the Chancellor of the Republic, Sheev Palpatine has gained more and more power for himself, which worries some senators like Riyo herself.

"Well then, senators," Bibi stood up from her seat. "I should head back to my office, y'know, to prepare ourselves for the next Senate meeting."

"Of course, Bibi," Riyo nodded. "I hope to see you at the meeting."

"You too, Riyo. It's nice interacting with y'all."

As the mint green Togruta was about to step out of Bail Organa's office, the door burst into an explosion, pushing back the senators in the room. 

Riyo found herself on the carpeted floor, her ears ringing. Her lilac hair was covered in dust and the remains of the wall, and she felt a bit of metallic taste on her lips.

She could hear Padmé's faint voice in the background as she carried herself, her left foot wobbling. She rubbed her throbbing head and felt something on her ear, prompting her to check.

A thick, warm, red liquid was on her blue fingertips, making her eyes widen. "Bibi!" she shouted, noticing Padmé, Bail and Mon getting up. "Bibi, where are you?"

"I found her," Bail pointed out, pushing away the debris from the Shili senator. Her eyes were closed and her forehead was bleeding, along with her robe covered with dust.

"Could someone please call for help?" Mon Mothma coughed, covering her nose and mouth with her cloth. "We have an emergency right now."

"I'll do that," Riyo volunteered, walking towards the door. "I know a few people who could help us."

[choiceswreckedme]

The Beginning

Day 19 of @choicesnovemberchallenge: Desire

Book: Mother of the Year

This is the third installment of my MotY mini-series. This can be read alone or in conjunction with my first two fics: The Visit and The Pep Talk

Warnings for smut, dirty talk, graphic depictions of sex between consenting adults.

Tagging (from my new fancy tag list!): @binny1985 @i-bloody-love-drake-walker @dawn-1994 @burnsoslow @walkerismychoice @debramcg1106 @molly7998 @desiree-0816 @innerpostmentality @thatrookiechloe @seriouslybadchoices @virtuallytakenby @darley1101

“Do you want to come up for a cup of coffee?” Amelia tilted her head, a coy little smile lifting the corners of her lips. “Maybe a glass of wine?” 

Thomas knew exactly what he wanted, and it wasn’t a beverage. No, he wanted to take Amelia upstairs and make love to her all night long. Wanted to hold her naked body as she succumbed to the throes of passion, all for him. Kiss every inch of her skin, reveling in her scent, her taste. He wanted to wake up next to her in the middle of the night and gently rouse her with wandering fingers, sinking into the wet heat he had imagined so many times. God, he wanted to make her his. 

“I’d love to,” he replied, sending an answering smile her way, “but what about Bella?” She grinned fully and opened the car door, slim legs swinging out into the chilly night. 

“Alma said she could stay over tonight,” she threw over her shoulder, words dripping with innuendo, “so I’m all alone.”

Thomas quickly exited the car and rushed around to help her out. Amelia took his hand and stood, offering a shy smile. “So gentlemanly,” she murmured, taking a step toward him.

Her ankle twisted slightly on the uneven curb and she pitched forward, reaching out to Thomas. He scooped her into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. Amelia’s chocolate eyes gleamed up at him. “My hero,” she whispered, tilting her face up. In the moonlight she looked positively ethereal, inky waves curling around her shoulders, her pale, golden skin glowing as though touched by a thousand beams of soft light. 

She took Thomas’s breath away. 

He bent his head and kissed her softly. It felt like their first kiss all over again, and Thomas knew it was because it held the promise of more. More nights like this one, more days spent together with their daughters, more hours whiled away wrapped together in bed. And he wanted it all.

“Let’s get inside,” Thomas said, breaking away from Amelia with great difficulty. The pair entered Amelia’s building hand-in-hand, scurrying up the steps to her apartment. His heart beat so loudly in his chest he was sure she could hear it. They were on the edge of something wonderful, something amazing, but Thomas wanted to make sure she was with him when he took the jump.

Amelia’s hand shook as she tried to fit her key in the lock and Thomas gently put his hand over hers, helping calm her nervous trembling. 

“I’m here, it’s alright,” he whispered over her shoulder, his warm breath tickling her ear and flooding her core with heat. Together, the twisted the key in the lock and tumbled inside, anticipation making them clumsy. 

Amelia moved toward the kitchen. “So, would you like coffee? Or something stronger? I can make tea – “

Thomas pulled her back against him, their bodies fitting together perfectly. He smelled the amber musk of her perfume and buried his nose against her neck, his cock hardening at both her scent and the feeling of her tight, round ass pressed snugly against his groin.

He lowered his head to her fragrant skin and gently sucked her neck. “I only want you, Amelia,” he uttered, lifting his lips to nip at her earlobe. She moaned wantonly, arching her back as her head fell back onto his shoulder. 

“God, yes, Thomas,” she breathed, her arm coming up to twist behind his head, her fingers sinking into his auburn waves as he continued assaulting her neck with wet, passionate kisses. 

Thomas greedily accepted her invitation, palming her breasts through the dark plum dress she wore. He massaged them roughly, smiling against her skin when he felt her nipples harden against his hands. Amelia mewled and moved her body so it pressed against his once again, undulating her hips so her ass thrust against his dick. 

It was his turn to moan, bringing one hand down from her chest to her lower abdomen, urging her body even closer. The feeling of her against him was sublime; Thomas grew harder at the thought of how it would feel once they were naked. 

He spun her around and roughly took her lips, plunging his tongue into her mouth without delay. One hand slid up her back and into her hair, clutching the strands at the nape of her neck as he plundered her mouth. 

Amelia gave just as good as she got, sliding her tongue around his, gently sucking and licking. Her leg came up around his hip and Thomas grabbed her thigh, thrusting his hips forward so that he could rub directly where she wanted him most. 

“God, Amelia, you’re fucking incredible,” he panted, raising his head to look at her. Her eyes, heavy-lidded with desire, were jet black with arousal. Lips swollen from kisses, cheeks flushed with heat, she was more gorgeous than he could have dreamed. He released her leg and swept his hand through her hair, pushing the lush curtain back from her face. “Let me have you, baby. Let me make love to you tonight.”

Amelia could only utter a single, breathless word: “Yes.”

Before she could blink, Thomas picked her up in his arms, carrying her down the short hall to her bedroom where he deposited her gently on the bed. Standing above her, Thomas’s heart thundered. She was everything he had been waiting for, his fresh start, his new beginning. 

His second chance at love.

Thomas stretched out beside Amelia, resting his weight on one elbow, and gently cupped her face. “I want you to know that I’m absolutely crazy,  head over heels in love with you,” Thomas confessed, he words soft as a whisper in the darkness of her room. 

“But –”

“No.” He slid his palm against her cheek, his thumb coming up to brush against her soft lips. “I know what I said, how I acted, but I was just scared. I’ve been falling for you since the day I met you, I was just too stupid and afraid and guilty to act on it.” Tears trickled back into Amelia’s hair as they fell from her eyes, and Thomas gently brushed them away. “I don’t want to waste another day in the past, I want to focus on my future.” He kissed her softly, flicking his tongue out to taste her sweet lips again. “And my future is with you, if you want it to be.”

Amelia smiled up at Thomas. “I want it all. With you.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss, one that started slow and gentle but quickly became heated. Thomas rolled on top of Amelia, propping himself up over her and wedging his muscled leg between hers. Her body moved against him instinctively, her hips rolling up to grind on his thigh. 

His hand trailed down her side, moving once again to cup her generous breasts. His thumb roughly flicked against her nipple, still hidden underneath layers of fabric. “Too many clothes,” he mumbled against her lips. “Need to feel you.” 

Thomas broke away and stood next to the bed, leaving Amelia sprawled beneath him, blinking. “Come on, then,” he urged, pulling her to stand before him. He took her by the shoulders and turned her, gripping her hair up in his fist as he mouthed at the sensitive skin of her neck. With his other hand, Thomas deftly unhooked the button at the top of her dress and slid down the zipper. Inch by creamy inch Amelia’s skin was revealed to him and he devoured it like a man starving, pressing hot, open-mouthed kissed down her spine. 

He pushed the dress down Amelia’s arms and it fell to her feet, leaving her in nothing but a lace bra the exact shade of her dress and a matching thong. 

“My god, Amelia,” Thomas groaned, dropping to his knees behind her. “You’re a goddess.” His hands cupped and caressed her ass cheeks, massaging them as he placed wet kisses against her skin. From his position he could smell her arousal, a tangy, heady scent that made his mouth water and his dick throb. He lightly ran his tongue upward between her cheeks, the lacy string of her panties rough against his probing mouth.

Amelia keened above him, hips still undulating in an attempt to get his mouth exactly where she wanted it. Thomas grinned against her skin. 

“Patience, baby, we have all night.” His fingers crept up her legs to the silky elastic around her hips. With a simple tug her panties fell to the floor, and Thomas greedily spread her from behind so he could taste her.

Amelia cried out when his tongue touched her throbbing center, wetness from his mouth and from her arousal coating her thighs. Thomas licked at her folds, sweet as candy, loving the sounds she made. 

“Bend over,” he ordered, reaching up to place a hand on her back. She did as he said, gracefully stretching her torso to lean on the mattress. Thomas nudged her legs apart, opening her wider so that he could see every inch of her pussy, neatly-trimmed, black hair surrounding her lips. “Such a good girl,” he crooned softly, loving the way she moaned at his words. His fingers dipped briefly inside her before he brought them up to her clit, moving against the slick skin in a tight circle. 

“Fuck Thomas, I – FUCK,” Amelia swore. Thomas grinned to himself and pressed harder against her lower back so that she tilted up toward his mouth, plunging his tongue inside her as he continued to work her clit. 

He moaned in unison with her, the taste of her essence making him drunk with desire. Rocking back against his face, Amelia let loose a string of the filthiest, sexiest words Thomas had ever heard.

“Fuck, Thomas, yes,” she moaned, “eat that pussy… mmmmmm … God you eat pussy so good … Thomas, I need you to fuck me now… God, Thomas…“

Afraid that he would lose his load before he even got inside her, Thomas picked Amelia up and held her against him, turning around so that he lay on the bed and she sat astride him.

As if she weighed nothing, he quickly shifted her so that her knees rested on either side of his head against the pillows and brought his mouth to her delicate folds. He licked and sucked the swollen flesh, gently at first, then harder, a feral moan escaping him.

"Oh!” Amelia cried, her thighs beginning to quake. She had never been with a man so eager to please her, so willing to put her pleasure first. Thomas gripped her hips and brought her down harder against his mouth, tongue flicking and stroking masterfully against her.

He broke away, panting. “That’s it, Amelia.” A swipe of his tongue. “Fuck my mouth.” Hands pressing her down. “I want you to come all over my face,” he finished, latching onto her clit and sucking, hard.

His words rocketed her toward completion, her body alight with arousal. She felt wetness slipping from her and moaned as Thomas’s tongue roughly cleaned her folds.

Her first orgasm came quickly, a burst of blinding light behind her eyes, and she shattered above him, gripping the headboard as her pussy throbbed and her clit flexed against Thomas’s tongue. She reached down to grab his hair, holding his face tightly against her, completely overcome by the electric sensation of his mouth on her body. 

He greedily lapped up her juices, thrilled that she trusted him enough to let herself go completely. Letting her ride out her orgasm on his lips, Thomas kept his face buried between her legs, giving her everything she needed. He turned his head and gently suckled at the sensitive flesh of her inside thigh, marking her as his. 

Amelia came down from her high, panting. "I’m sorry, I’ve never done that before,” she sighed, her words tinged with embarrassment. “I just – it was so good.”

Thomas lifted her in one smooth motion, quickly wiping traces of her cum from his chin. He rose to sit with her on his lap, looking intently into her eyes.

“Don’t you ever apologize for that, Amelia. You’re so goddamn sexy and I love that you trust me enough to show me that part of you.” Thomas kissed her deeply, knowing she could taste herself on his tongue and growing harder at the thought. “I love making you feel good,” he broke away and softly caressed her bare back.” 

“I want to make you feel good,” she whispered seductively, trailing a hand down his chest toward his throbbing dick. He rolled her over and settled between her legs, his manhood nudging her entrance.

“Tell me how bad you want me, Amelia.” He looked into her onyx eyes, bright with desire. She reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, her gaze never leaving his face.

“I have never wanted anyone like this,” she breathed, squirming to try and get him deeper inside. Thomas held back, waiting for the words he needed to hear. Amelia pulled her head back and looked him dead in the eye. “I want you to make me yours, Thomas. Fuck me –mark me. I want to belong to you.” 

Thomas surged forward at her words, her desire and devotion driving him as he thrust into her tight, wet heat. 

‘God, Amelia, I love when you talk like that,” he groaned above her, “Fuck I want you so bad.” 

She answered with a cry of pleasure, her legs coming up to wrap around his back. He knelt on the bed, lifting her hips to his, holding her tightly against him as he worked his cock in and out, in and out. His gaze was torn between her gorgeous face, her erotic expression the stuff dreams were made of, and the sight of him disappearing into her, over and over again. 

“You like that, baby?” he rasped, breathlessly. “You like how I fuck you?” 

“Yes!” 

Her breasts swayed with the fervor of their lovemaking, for even with coarse words falling from their mouths and rough hands gripping one another’s skin, Thomas knew without a doubt that what he and Amelia had was love. He watched, transfixed, as her slim fingers came up to caress her breasts, plucking at her nipples until they were hard, brown pebbles standing up against her pale skin. 

Thomas felt Amelia clench around him and knew she was hurtling toward orgasm. He wrapped his arm around her and brought her up against his chest, crushing her body to his. Quickly licking his thumb, he reached down to circle her clit, unwilling to submit to his own release before she shattered around him. 

“Come for me, Amelia,” he ordered, pressing his forehead against hers, “I want to feel you come on my cock.”

His words urged Amelia forward, her cries mingling with his heavy breaths. “Yes, Thomas, God … please … I’m going to come, I’m going to come,” she chanted, her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy. He pressed harder on her swollen nub, her slick juices making his thumb slide perfectly against her. He could feel the fire building within her, her muscles clenching around him, the exquisite pleasure making his balls ache.

“Come on, baby… . Give it to me, Amelia!”

“Ahhhh! Thomas!” Amelia arched her back as her orgasm flashed through her. He felt her muscles grip his dick like a vise, juices rushing over him. Unable to hold back any longer, he felt his balls draw up and his seed shoot forth. 

“Fuck, Amelia, you feel so good!” His clenched jaw flexed as he came, his thrusts slowing so he could empty his cum into her, marking her and making her his. 

Curled into each other, sweaty and sated, Thomas held Amelia close, emotion clogging his throat. He clutched her against him until their breathing evened out and he fell from her body, then gently laid her back against the pillows. The sight of her naked and gazing up at him with such adoration made his heart clench. He knew in that moment, without a doubt, that his dream had been real, that he had been given the opportunity to share his life with Amelia, to take a chance on finding true love for the second time. 

Thomas smiled softly down at her before rising from the bed. He padded, naked, down the hall to the small bathroom and ran a washcloth under warm water. Walking back into the bedroom he laughed softly at the sight of Amelia, eyelids half closed, curled into a ball on her side. 

“Not so fast, Sleeping Beauty.” 

He gently spread her legs and wiped her clean, the softness of his touch and warmth of the cloth soothing her sore skin. 

“Mmmmm,” she sighed sleepily, “s’nice.” 

Thomas bent to kiss her cheek softly. “I’ll be right back, Gorgeous.” Quickly returning to the bathroom and rinsing the washcloth, Thomas made his way back to the bedroom and picked Amelia up, holding her against him with one strong arm while he turned down the bedding with the other. He laid her across the soft, worn sheets, the printed cat faces making him smile. Tucking her in, he moved to the other side and slid in behind her, gathering her close. 

“I love you so much,” he whispered, giving her a quick squeeze. “I promise I’ll make up for being such a bonehead for so long.” She turned sleepily in his arms and kissed his bare chest softly.

“I’ll hold you to that, lawyer man. And I love you, too.”

[thebachelordiaries]

‘Attacking Ex-Boyfriends With Stilettos’ The Bachelor Ep. 4

Um, worst cocktail party-turned pool party ever?

No one looks like they went into the pool. Even Nick, who barely needs any goading to take off his shirt, is wearing a sweater.

I blame it all on Corinne and her bounce castle. 

Since we’re already on the topic of Corinne, she gets confronted by Taylor and Sarah, the most mature 23-year-olds on the planet, for the first time this episode. But I’ll discuss more on that further down since it happened about three times. Buckle up, kids.

From left to right: Condescending Bitch No. 1 and Condescending Bitch No. 2.

Vanessa, the goddess she is, tells Nick she’s questioning his integrity in this process due to his behavior with Corinne. Nick tells her to “be patient” with Corinne, which I think is code for “the producers want her around for a few more episodes for drama, just deal with it, OK?”

We have a rose ceremony and Christen and Brittany go home. I actually liked Christen and will miss her. 

By the way, what is up with Corinne’s hair? I can’t tell if it’s supposed to look like that or if she just forgot to brush it after her nap. 

After some deliberation, I think it’s just a horribly maintained weave.

Chris Harrison enters the rose ceremony room to make a big announcement. As the story goes...It’s about that time where the women begin their travels across the globe on their journeys to find love. The first stop is always in the United States. Where will it be?!

Chris Harrison: We’re going to Waukesha, Wisconsin! Nick’s hometown. The women: *fake cheers*

Corinne also made the fakest toast following the rose ceremony and it perfectly mocked all the girls straight to their faces. Power move. I respect it.

Welcome to Waukesha, Beware the Slenderman

I’m sure Waukesha was once a quaint town in the suburbs of Milwaukee but still not too far from the farmlands. 

Remember how Ben Higgins’ hometown of Warsaw, Indiana was The Orthopedic Capitol? Well, Waukesha is known for two things: the birthplace of Nick and the location of the Slender Man stabbings. 

Background Story: In 2014 two 12-year-old girls stabbed their friend 19 times with the intent of killing her to impress the fictional character Slender Man. The girl somehow survived. Oddly enough, the HBO documentary “Beware the Slenderman” premiered the same day The Bachelor aired Nick’s visit to his hometown.

Tell me that’s not creepy AF.

Once back in Waukesha, Nick meets up with his parents. I love that he’s such a momma’s boy. Nick discusses his emotions regarding this entire process and starts crying because he can see his journey actually working out for him.

His mother also looks amazing for having ELEVEN CHILDREN. That right there is impressive.

One-on-One With Danielle L. (and her boobs)

Nick chose Danielle L. for the first one-on-one date of this episode. He says he has a lot of physical chemistry with her [boobs] but wants to see if there could be a deeper connection between them.

Nick gives Danielle a tour of Waukesha and shows her where he would make out with girls in hilly fields. They even “ran into” one of his exes while walking in town. Wow, what a coincidence. It’s almost like it was planned...

So Bachelor Producers can track down another one of Nick’s exes but they can’t show where the Slender Man stabbing took place? K.

Nick wants to see if there’s more to Danielle than just the occasional nip slip. When asked about her life, Danielle starts talking about her parents, who divorced when she was 17, and explains how that experience made her more cautious with relationships. All in all, no one cares it was a total snoozefest.

They then attended a live concert and stood on a platform to dance and kiss in front of hundreds of people watching them, a.k.a. my worst nightmare.

This picture gives me anxiety.

A Group Date Full of Shit

Literally. The girls went to a dairy farm, milked cows and shoveled manure. The girls were upset that Corinne, who said her hands turned numb and sat outside in lieu of shoveling manure, was a poor sport for not participating. I think they’re just jealous they didn’t think of it first.

Proverbs 21:4—”If a guy no longer likes you because you won’t shovel shit, he’s not the one.”

I don’t really know what else happened on this date. I barely remembered the Russian girl Kristina got the rose. She wanted to tell Nick her story of how she came to America, but Nick told her to wait for a better time (AKA she’s getting a one-on-one next week. It will be her and Rachel. I’m calling it now.)

At some point during the cocktail party, the girls start confronting Corinne and telling her that she’s not mature enough to get engaged to a 36-year-old man. Sarah and Taylor say this, both of whom are 23 but are so0o0o0o0o0o0o mature. *gag* 

When you realize the 23-year-old is telling a girl with a nanny she isn’t old enough to marry a 36-year-old. *sips tea* Pot, meet kettle. (screen grab via SRundeMC on Twitter) BTW- Alexis gives me life.

Corinne defends herself. “I didn’t mean to offend anyone by taking that nap,” she says.

I mean, Michael Jordan took naps. Abraham Lincoln took naps. Why can’t Corinne take naps in peace?

She’s just trying to Make America Nap Again.

Sidebar: It was revealed on the internet today that Corinne was in a Juicy J music video in 2011. Her eyes were closed in every video scene. Corinne naps at rose ceremonies, pool parties, in music videos and pretty much anywhere. She has no limits.

The Most Graphic One-on-One Conversation Ever

“I know what her vagina looks like.” -Raven. 

Spoiler alert: It was not a platinum vagine.

Raven joins Nick to watch his younger sister Bella play in a soccer game. Bella, 11, seems more emotionally mature than Corinne and me combined. 

I also need to mention she’s more athletic. Bella scored a goal and ABC camera crews caught the entire thing. Talk about coming in clutch!

Raven awkwardly stood on the sidelines with Nick and his parents. Nick’s father unwaveringly stared at his son’s date while she just stood there with her arms crossed, avoiding eye contact. It was weird.

The best part about soccer games as a kid were the orange slices. 

Thankfully, the dinner portion of the date made up for the awkward morning. I heard part of the [epic] story was censored in the Nebraska area because Raven has a powerful ex, or so it seems.

Raven told the tale of how she walked in on her ex-boyfriend mid-act with another girl. One night in February, she got a text from a friend who said her boyfriend was at the bar with a fellow nurse and they were getting close, like “rubbing up on each other” close. The nurse apparently said “I’m going to fuck that doctor tonight.” Raven tells her mom that her boyfriend, Dr. Dick, is going to cheat on her, so her mom hands her the car keys and says, “Go.”

Raven gets to Dr. Dick’s apartment and kicks open the door like a goddamn superhero to find her boyfriend on top of the nurse, naked and mid-thrust. Raven was so close to them that she could see what the other girl’s vagina looked like (hence the above quote.)

Raven then grabbed the other girl’s stiletto from the ground and began hitting Dr. Dick over the head with it because she is my hero.

I wish everyone on the show was this graphic.

Rose Ceremony

If you thought The Bachelor was going to end the episode at the conclusion of a rose ceremony, you thought wrong.

Instead, we see the rivalry between Corinne and Taylor come to a head.

They talk it over on a bench and Taylor was absolutely talking down on Corinne and acting like a condescending bitch. Corinne is obnoxious, but Taylor is no longer any better than her. Previews for next week reveal one of them will be sent home, so get ready for some drama.

My prediction is that Taylor goes home because her eyebrows kind of suck and she’s annoying.

Prediction Corner

Vanessa— the reigning, defending, undisputed No. 1 pick for Nick

Danielle L— I didn’t see anything special between them, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she makes it to the fantasy suite

Rachel— I need her to have a one-on-one to make a more informed decision.

Kristina— She’s a dark horse, but Nick is super intrigued by her and she has a perfect face. She also spoke to Corinne like a boss ass bitch and can hold her own ground. I want to see more of her.

Also, Raven for Bachelorette.