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Hell of a family tree, huh.

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Is Katherine Kelly Lang leaving The Bold and the Beautiful?

Katherine Kelly Lang has played the girl next door Brooke Logan since the show's inception in 1987. In her time she has seen many a scandal, many a love story, and many rivalries. All the while, she's looked absolutely beautiful while doing it!

So what makes me think she's leaving the show?

It has been hot news among soap fans for the last few weeks, that The Bold and the Beautiful is bringing back a pivotal character from the early 00's. That character just so happens to be a former love interest of Brooke's. And their relationship closely rivaled that of her 'destiny' with Ridge. Anyone else remember Ridge's heart attack of 2006? Remember who Brooke married to cause that heart attack?

Oh that's right ladies and gentlemen! It was Nick Marone!

And spoilers are, he's returning to Los Angeles next month. According to Soap Opera Digest, the happy day is set for June 13th.

As Eric said last week, it's time for Ridge to stop playing with the hearts of these two women. When the gorgeous Krista Allen played Dr. Taylor Hayes, I thought we were finally turning a corner. The ladies telling Ridge to kick rocks and deciding to be friends was fantastic writing! But as he does, Bell went and erased of all of it. Now we're back where we started literally forty years ago (Taylor first arrived in Los Angeles in 1990). I'm tired 😫

It's looking like we will finally be presented with another option for stories again. Nick Marone and Brooke Logan had a very loving relationship at one time. His connection to her superceded his relationships with both Taylor and Brooke's daughter Bridget. Nick started a family with both women. But his place was always with Brooke.

If The Bold and the Beautiful is finally cleaning house, will Brooke still have a place in Los Angeles? Ridge absolutely despises his half brother Nick. Although he's with Taylor now, I can't imagine he will take kindly to Brooke and Nick reuniting.

Nick has previously asked Brooke to leave the company, and for him, she did it. Could he make a similar request this go around? Nick has also taken over Forrester Creations before. It's a very recent repeat storyline (Carter and Hope taking over) which he's still raw about. Nick's proximity to Brooke could cause Ridge to harshly push away Brooke, pushing her to other ventures. Brooke is world renowned in the fashion sphere. Brooke does not, nor has she ever needed Forrester Creations.

Forrester Creations has always benefited from the creations of, coincidentally, Brooke Logan. Brooke's Bedroom and the Belief formula have generated millions upon millions of dollars for the company. She can take those skills anywhere.

With this in mind, how solidified is Brooke Logan's place in Los Angeles? I just don't know! We haven't received any announcements for Katherine Kelly Lang about leaving the show. But I'll keep my 👀 and 👂 to the interwebs!

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💖 Venus Sign = inner fashion Aesthetic

(Your Venus sign reveals your inner fashion signature — the way you dress to attract, indulge, and express beauty.)

♈ Venus in Aries = Bold Bombshell

You love statement pieces, spicy silhouettes, and fearless outfits that say “I’m here, I’m hot, let’s go.” Leather, red lips, cutouts, and sporty-chic combos are your vibe. You flirt with fire.

Don't be afraid to experiment and lead trends. You might find yourself drawn to mixing masculine and feminine elements, or even incorporating sporty elements into your outfits.

Rihanna, Lady Gaga, Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn, Alexandra Daddario, Helena Bonham Carter, Miranda Cosgrove, Valerie Bertinelli, Lupita Nyong'o, Janet Jackson, Rosa parks, Queen Latifah, Elizabeth Taylor, Shakira have a Aries Venus💗💗.

♉ Venus in Taurus = Sensual Muse

You radiate luxury and softness. Think cashmere sweaters, gold jewelry, garden tones, and linen dresses. You’re all about fabrics that feel good — your style whispers, “Touch me.”

Look for subtle, feminine floral patterns rather than overly bold or busy designs. classic, well-fitting pieces that exude effortless elegance.

Iggy Azalea, Brenda Song, Wanda Sykes, Princess Diana, Lana Del Rey, Ariana Grande, Patti LaBelle, Chaka Khan, Fergie, Jessie J, Jessica Alba all have a Taurus Venus.

♊ Venus in Gemini = Playful Trendsetter

Your look is flirty, unpredictable, and mentally stimulating. You experiment with prints, layers, and accessories. Think coquette-core meets Y2K meets chaotic-good Gen Z pop star energy.

Lightweight & Flowy Fabrics, Versatile & Adaptable Layers. Button-down shirts, cardigans, and light jackets are examples. Styles like jumpsuits, rompers, and slip dresses that are comfortable, stylish, and allow for freedom of movement. Experimentation is encouraged. Versatility is key.

Margot Robbie, Amy Schumer, Melissa McBride, Tina Fey, Vivica A. Fox, Jennifer Lopez, Naomi Campbell, Megan Fox, Venus Williams, Cher, Sandra Bullock have a Gemini Venus💗💗.

♋ Venus in Cancer = Soft Romantic

Vintage nightgown aesthetics, moonstone jewelry, soft knits, and dreamy color palettes. You dress like a love letter. Think “I bake in lace and cry to old records” energy.

Soft and Romantic, Feminine and Nurturing, Nostalgic and Vintage-Inspired. pieces that hold special memories or have a story behind them, like family heirlooms or vintage finds.

Zendaya, Adriana Lima, Jourdan Dunn, Keke Palmer, Jennette McCurdy, Angelina Jolie, Cameron Diaz, Halle Berry, Khloé Kardashian Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen all have a Venus in cancer.

♌ Venus in Leo = Glam Queen

You embody “main character” style — bold patterns, gold accents, dramatic silhouettes, and fierce hair. You are the fashion moment. If it sparkles, you’re wearing it.

Don't shy away from attention-grabbing pieces and dramatic silhouettes. Think bold prints, unique cuts, and luxurious fabrics. Regal and Glamorous. Confident and Playful. Own Your Style. Experiment and Have Fun but Focus on How You Feel.

Zoe Saldana, Lindsay Lohan, Marie Avgeropoulos, Madonna, Angela Bassett, Selena Gomez, Amy Winehouse have a Leo Venus.

♍ Venus in Virgo = Clean Girl Classic

You’re minimal but polished. Crisp collars, neutral palettes, quiet luxury, and attention to detail. Your vibe is “effortless perfection,” and people notice how curated you are.

Classic Pieces; timeless items that can be easily mixed and matched, creating a versatile and chic wardrobe. Subtle Details garments with subtle yet sophisticated details, such as delicate embroidery, fine stitching, or a unique neckline.

Natural Tones and Muted Hues. If incorporating color, choose strategic pops that complement the overall earthy and neutral palette.

Feminine and Effortless Style. Flowy Silhouettes Comfortable Fabrics. overall appearance is always polished and put-together.

Michelle Rodriguez, Blake Lively, Mila Kunis, Vera Farmiga, Meghan Markle, Jennifer Tilly, Viola Davis, Kylie Jenner, Kim Kardashian, Meagan Good and Tracee Ellis Ross all have a Virgo Venus💗💗.

♎ Venus in Libra = Chic Siren

You serve grace and balance. Think ballet flats, pastels, silk, and designer touches. You love coordinated looks, romantic cuts, and always having the perfect accessory. A walking Pinterest board.

exude sophistication and refinement without appearing overly fussy or trying too hard, creating a sense of effortless chic. have a keen eye for aesthetics and a love for beautiful things, which is reflected in their clothing choices.

Classic with a Modern Twist. Emphasis on Quality. Harmonious Color Palettes like Pastels, soft neutrals, and colors that complement their natural features are often preferred.

Hilary Duff, Emma Stone, Jada Pinkett Smith, Loretta Devine, Lea Michele, Thandie Newton, Jennifer Hudson, Ciara, Beyoncé have a Libra Venus.

♏ Venus in Scorpio = Magnetic Seductress

You dress with mystery and power. Black, burgundy, mesh, corsets, and signature scents. You make eye contact and they melt. Your fashion says, “I’m deep — and dangerous.”

Emphasis on Depth. Luxurious and Dramatic; Look for fabrics like leather, silk, velvet, lace, and heavier materials that add a touch of drama and intrigue.

Form-fitting: Styles that highlight the silhouette and curves. Gothic & Edgy. Seductive but Sophisticated. Chokers, bold belts, unique jewelry, Sleek and Bold. Smoldering and Sultry makeup; Smoky eyes, defined brows, and a classic red lip

Anne Hathaway, Taraji P. Henson, Kris Jenner, Nia Long, Christina Milian, Dakota Johnson, Milla Jovovich, Cardi b, Demi Moore, Winona Ryder, Ellen Pompeo, Halsey, Emily Deschanel, Serena Williams, Regina Hall, Ava Gardner have a Scorpio Venus💗💗.

♐ Venus in Sagittarius = Boho Jetsetter

Your look is free-spirited, colorful, and wanderlust-inspired. Think fringe, scarves, flowy skirts, or anything you could wear on a desert retreat or in a dive bar in Morocco. Prints and Patterns. Unique Silhouettes. Layering. Comfortable Fabrics like linen, cotton, wool, and straw. Sporty Influences; Athleisure or sporty-chic elements can be incorporated.

Play with Color Vibrant Hues. Balance bold colors with neutral shades like navy blue, cream, white, and black. Mix and match different styles and textures. Free-Spirited & Bohemian Versatile & Adaptable.

Bella Thorne, Olga Kurylenko, Amanda Seyfried, Nicki Minaj, Kendall Jenner, Christina Aguilera, Aishwarya Rai Bachchan, Rachelle Lefevre, Rita Ora, Naya Rivera, Whoopi Goldberg, Regina King have a Sagittarius Venus 💗💗.

♑ Venus in Capricorn = Luxe Executive

You dress like the CEO of desire. Structured silhouettes, high-quality materials, and quiet authority. Think power suits, fine watches, and sensual minimalism. You own every room.

Neutral & Earthy Color Palette. Muted Tones. Monochrome Looks. timeless jewelry pieces like a delicate watch, simple earrings, or a gold necklace. A stylish belt can cinch the waist and add structure. Opt for well-made, structured bags in neutral colors.

Focus on Skincare: A healthy, glowing complexion is key. Minimal Makeup: A touch of mascara, a subtle lip color, and groomed brows.

Scarlett Johansson, Megan Thee Stallion, Ariel Winter, Lucy Liu, Lauren London, Sarah Paulson, Dolly Parton, Betty White, SZA, Britney Spears, Alicia Keys, Miley Cyrus, Tyra Banks, Olivia Rodrigo, Cindy Crawford, Kesha have a Capricorn Venus💗💗.

♒ Venus in Aquarius = Style Rebel

You’re avant-garde, offbeat, and always ahead of the trend curve. Metallics, asymmetry, cyber-core, or thrifted pieces with a story. You flirt by being unforgettable.

Eclectic & Unconventional. Unique Accessories; Statement pieces are key. Gender-Fluid & Androgynous; styles that break away from traditional gender norms, such as unisex clothing or androgynous silhouettes. Sustainable & Ethical produced clothing.

Bold & Vibrant Color Palettes; electric blue, neon greens, and metallics. Shimmery & Iridescent fabrics.

Lauren Cohan, Ali Larter, Jenna Fischer, Kate Moss, Eva Mendes, Bridgit Mendler, Ellen DeGeneres, Paris Hilton, Reba McEntire, Taylor Swift, Eartha Kitt, Aretha Franklin, Oprah Winfrey, Jordin Sparks, Pearl Bailey have a Aquarius Venus.

♓ Venus in Pisces = Dreamy Siren

You’re ethereal and romantic, with a fantasy flair. Think sheer fabrics, iridescent tones, celestial prints, and outfits that feel like a poem. You dress like a dream they can’t quite catch.

Flowing Silhouettes; Think flowy dresses, skirts, and blouses. lightweight fabrics like chiffon, silk, and lace. Soft and Delicate Detail; think romantic touches like lace, ruffles, embroidery, and delicate embellishments.

Soft and luxurious materials like satin, velvet, and chiffon. Pastel hues, watery colors, Iridescent Finishes. Feminine, graceful and romantic with a touch of whimsy and dreaminess.

Danai Gurira, Kourtney Kardashian, Lindy Booth, Michelle Obama, Drew Barrymore, Maya Angelou, Camila Cabello, Peyton List, Lisa Stansfield, Jazmine Sullivan, Becky G, Queen Elizabeth II have Venus in Pisces💗💗.

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Soulmate.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Soulmate! Reader Warnings: None I don't think? Author's Note: still old fics from @bapplbrumbl - unedited

It was in all caps, simple, but elegant. A blue ballpoint scrawled the somewhat legible lettering on the back of his hand. It was an unusual feeling, felt as if you were writing it yourself. He wasn’t. A soulmate thing, He didn’t really understand the reasoning behind it, or why it happened. Just that it was unusual, and that less than 45% of the population had it. Only those with a true soulmate; one that they actually had a chance of meeting. It was activated through sight, as soon as you saw your soulmate, whether it be a fleeting glance or prolonged eye contact, they would have the ability to see everything you wrote on your skin.

Dentist 2:30, it read.

Never anything useful in finding her, always appointments, or little reminders to get milk. Sometimes even a beautiful line of poetry that he wound up writing in his letters home to Steve. But, never a name, or an address.

She had obviously seen him before though, as he could read what was written on her skin; see the little doodles that lined the edges of her hands. Every Tuesday, 11:30am, they would appear. He assumed it was the cause of a boring class, a solid hour of sketches of flowers, and trees. She was talented and educated. He could tell. Bucky really liked that about her. But, sadly, he didn’t know who she was, and there was a possibility that she didn’t realise he existed.

At 16, he enlisted. Because of his duty to fight for the country he loved? Maybe. Because she had written about a visit to the recruitment office and he wanted the possibility of meeting her? More likely.

He wanted to at least see her. He wanted to be able to write to her and have her read it. He wanted a name, an age, anything to give him hope. But routinely, a simple ‘hello’ was written in bold capital letters. There was never a reply.

The first day of his training was a nervous one. He had left Steve in Brooklyn, alone, and the guilt was eating him. Not to mention his ‘skin scribe’, as Steve would put it, hadn’t left any messages that week. Bucky bit his nails down to stubs whilst on his lunch break. Any hope of finding her now was long gone, She was probably back home. And Bucky was most likely going to die fighting.

One of his fellow Regiment brothers cracked a joke. Something at Agent Peggy Carter’s expense. Bucky, desperate to fit in, poked in as well.

“Women on the front line? She wouldn’t last. Too busy combing her hair or something-”

His peers laughed. It died down rather quickly as a female voice spoke.

“That’s a write-up.” the person said. He hadn’t seen her before.

“Sorry ma’am” Bucky replied.

“What is your name, Soldier?”

Bucky sighed, “James B. Barnes, Ma’am.”

The woman nodded, turning on her heel as she walked away. Pen in hand. The man ignored the feeling of embarrassment as he turned back to his group.

“Bloody psychopath,” Bucky laughed, slightly on edge and checking the time on his watch, 11:29. “Okay boys, we’re late for track. Let’s go.”

The encounter was forgotten as quickly as it had happened. Bucky ran the 500m track, correcting his form as much as he could. He ignored the scribbles that appeared on his hands, much too focused to look at them. In hindsight, he wished he had. The quick glance before she washed her hands was not quite enough for him to believe what he had read. His heart fluttered at the sight, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. But it was too late, the pen had gone. Only the trace of the little note that took place on his skin.

James B. Barnes - 107th

If he wasn’t already nervous, he certainly was now. Almost stopping in his tracks as his regiment caught up behind him. He ran off of the track, despite the shouts of his superiors. He scanned the base, no faces jumped out at him though. He swore to write something to her as soon as he found a pen.

“Barnes, What are you doing?”

“Sorry Sir, Bathroom issues.” He lied.

Clammy hands gripped the pen tightly in his right hand. Veins climbed his fingers, framing the space where he was going to write. It wasn’t the first time he’d tried to contact her, but the extreme likeliness that he’d seen her that day made his heart thunder. Thoughts swarmed in his head like wasps around fresh fruit. What if he hadn’t seen her? What if she wasn't here? What if she didn’t reply, and didn’t want anything to do with him?

A shaky hand, lettered the words ‘are you here?’ In a small font at the top of his hand, leaving space for her to reply.

You had decided not to tell Peggy of the encounter with the rude group of soldiers. She already had it much too hard to hear every little rumour around the barracks. And so, the write-up went unfinished. ‘No trace that could hurt Peggy’s feelings’ you thought.

You were supposed to supervise training that afternoon, instead opting to take some well-earned time away from the camp. You sat with your book, reading. Eyes scanned the pages, taking in the words of one specific sentence to mind. Grasping for your notebook, you could not find it. Instead dog-earring the page to keep it in mind. Peggy would be mad at you for damaging the book, but you could deal with that later.

A knock at the door signified wanted entry. Cynthia entered. She was nice, you had nothing against her personally, but all she ever wanted to do was talk about her soulmate and how they met. The story was cute the first time, but after hearing it weekly for the entirety of the year so far, it got boring. And your feeling of loneliness grew bigger.

The whole soulmate trope felt like bollocks to you, where did it come from? Why do we have it? Millions of questions in your head but one of them stood out the most: Where was yours?

You were one to draw on yourself anyways, even accidentally. Mindless doodles were your coping mechanism and a source of entertainment during boring lectures. In other words: it was purely a hobby. But part of you hoped that your soulmate was out there if you even had one and that one day he would write something back.

You almost didn’t feel the ballpoint writing on your skin. It was faint, he had a light touch, almost careful to hurt you. It was so soft that if you had been paying attention to Cynthia, or were not craving the sensation, you probably wouldn’t be feeling it at all. The feeling was almost burning, yet loving at the same time, caring.

In a panic, you interrupted the story. “Have you got a pen?”

“Yes, but I’ll need it. Why?” She handed it to you.

Your leg bounced as you read the message on your hand. In all of the excitement, you didn’t even answer his question, instead of posing one of your own.

Who are you?

Bucky stared at his hand for what felt like hours, He sat alone in his barracks. Eyes not once leaving the rough skin of the back of his hand. Your handwriting had always been beautiful, but even more so now that it was directed to him. ‘James, But call me Bucky’ he answered, stroking his finger over the sentence she’d just finished writing.

The writing was getting smaller, a struggle to squeeze the conversation in. ‘Y/N’ she wrote.

Cynthia was getting impatient, somehow desperate to get her pen back. Considering the hours you had taken listening to her story, you would think she would be the least bit understanding of your situation.

“I need the pen back” she stated, a pompous hand extended forward. There was not much you could say to protest, handing the writing utensil over. You arose quickly, walking out of your room and into the neighbouring.

Bucky wrote back. 'Meet me, Please.'

“Is there a pen in here?” She asked one of the soldiers sitting on the bed. He threw a spare over. “Thank you”

‘Where?’ she wrote, hiding away. Then passing the pen back to the Soldier. And leaving.

‘I’m with the 107th regiment.’

It was a long shot, she might just ignore it. Wanting nothing to do with him. He silently prayed for an answer.

Meanwhile, in the corridor, you froze. He was here.

If only you still had a pen you could find him. Unwilling to ask that soldier for his pen back, you thought. Eventually giving in.

“I’m going to need your pen again, I am so sorry"

“I’m using it now,” The other soldier said, putting it on his bed and turning away.

A moment of worry traced your features, what if he thinks you’re ignoring him? You reach to grab the pen anyway, surely he wouldn’t notice.

But, he did. And with lightning reflexes caught the outstretched hand at the wrist. Again you apologised, taking in his features. You felt guilty, but after all, it was just a pen. “That’s my pen,” he stated.

“I know, I just need to borrow it for two seconds,”

Bucky thought you were pretty, same as he did when you wrote him up earlier. He felt bad for thinking that, considering his soulmate could quite possibly be very close. He complied anyway, watching you take the pen and glide it across your skin. four words, ‘i’m in the dormitory’.

He watched it happen, the exact moment the ballpoint touched your skin. The skin of his soulmate. Every letter shook his core, tears threatening to burst from his eyes. A hard stopped your movements.

“Y/N?” he asked, reaching to pull up the sleeve that had fallen to cover his hands.

Confusion plagued your features, a pair of furrowed brows turning to face the soldier. “Yes?” you questioned, not quite catching on.

In one swift movement, he took his pen back, quickly gliding it over his skin. He didn’t have long to think, desperately wanting to write something cool that would impress you. But, he also just wanted to let you know. He wrote a simple statement.

Nice you meet you.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Teeth, Tongue, & Fire. —

Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Carter x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst/smut/light fluff.

warnings: possessive (angry???) public makeup oral/fingering (reader receiving), slight dirty talk, adultery, calm dom!bey, shy sub!y/n.

synopsis: she missed you, more than anything. she missed you.

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I'm standing at a party I technically shouldn't be at, all things considered, you and I, have only spoken professionally since the eve of our downfall, how was I to know I couldn't be here?

My eyes move to you, as they always do when we're occupying the same existence, and I can't help the way my eyes caress the person that you are, sophistication, elegance, and beauty seep through your every pore, and he...He is there too. The lump in my throat is one the size of a grapefruit, should, I, really be here? Was it all a mistake?

Before I can even decide to turn around and cower, that honey gaze of yours meets mine, and I must turn away. A drink is needed, a drink feels necessary. Shawn's lips meet your cheek as I dip away into the crowd, my eyes stuck ahead, though they desperately want to look back.

The dress I wear, is one I dug from the back of my armoire, one that I don't remember buying but it fits my figure to a tee as if made for me, a black little number, I'd never shied away from a little bit of leg, I don't claim to be flawless, nor perfect, but I make it a habit to remind myself there is beauty in my being. As it lies in everyone's.

And whilst I don't hear you sneak up, your appearance doesn't stop my heart, in fact, it speeds it tenfold when your slender fingers wrap around the span of my waist, and I can feel your warm breath tickle my ear, that smooth southern accent of yours shrouding me with a sense of familiarity and longing, it unnerves me and calls to me all at once, the goosebumps I get feel like deja vu, a reminder from a past I miss so dearly, it's been five long months without your touch.

"Is it your mission— to piss me off, sweetheart"?

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Your husband is across the room, mingling with friends, a smile on his face and laughter filling the room, and yet...You walked over to me.

We have loved each other, hurt each other, fought and fought until we could no longer, and yet...You walked over to me.

Your arm travels from around my waist and it comes to rest around my shoulder, and if others see two friends walking out of a function to catch up privately, the grip you have on me is anything but innocent. It is possessive. It is angry. And I? I foolishly crave more, and your husband was right...across...the...room. So, why is it, that I didn't walk away? Why is it, that I, can never resist you? My obsession remains.

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She'd stolen you away without any effort on her part, and even as you enter the study, her touch lingers longer than it has to, it's as if she fears your slip through her fingers. It's as if she always had.

Her touch is gentle when she pushes you up against the wall after locking the doors to the study, her brown eyes meet your figure and she takes you in for a breath of a moment before she speaks, words rough with lust and desire, a hint of something else disguised beneath, her mouth by your ear, "You know what the thing I find most precious about you is? You're bold enough to walk your beautiful self into my party in a dress I bought you, but..." Her nail runs the length of your neck, and you almost neglect to breathe.

"You were too naive to think of the consequence that came with it, all those eyes on you...Tell me if you think I'd allow you to strut in here, looking like this, and let you leave...Unscathed"?

Your voice dies before it ever truly lived, your lips part but no words escape you, no words could. She chuckles, and it's cold, abrasive. She focuses her hand on your chin, grasping it firmly, so firmly you can just barely feel her nails threatening to dig in.

"I asked a question, I refuse to repeat myself so I suggest you find your voice".

Her voice is smokey, she speaks her piece calmly with a demand that is in no shape or form to be refused, and she only gets more demanding with her grip on your jaw.

"Maybe I knew the consequences, Bey. No, no...I can't lie, I just... I needed to remind you".

Your words aren't calculated, your voice is shaky, you're nervous, but...You're truthful. You watch as her jaw tenses, hand loosening on yours.

"Dress. up".

It's all she says, it's all she needs to. She knows you like the back of her hand, and as expected, you do as told without much conviction.

The way her eyes rove every inch of your body leaves you absolutely weak, it's been a year and a half, but the effect she has on you has never quite changed, and you feared it never would as she spreads your legs apart, looking from you to the wetness between your thighs, a smirk gracing her radiance, she lets two fingers run over the wet spot and bites back a laugh when your body tightens at the...slightest...touch.

"It's always been hilarious to me, Y/n. You have so, so much fuckin' mouth, but when I get you like this? That pretty little mouth suddenly knows when to shut up. Let's keep that up, baby".

With her final words, she pulls down the white lace underneath your dress and her eyes look to your cunt ravenously, hunger and desire in the reflection of her deep browns, "You'll stay quiet for me, won't you, Pretty? No words, to savour you is all I need".

Your body shudders feeling her breath fan against your pussy, she'd always been so attentive and measured in the way she handled your body as if it were one of the greatest sculptures crafted and it was to be handled with care, your ears flush, and though you nod and speak a pretty promise, you weren't particularly sure this would be your area of expertise, certainly when it came to her and her skills.

"Have I ever disappointed you"?

Your words are spoken breathlessly, she simply grins wider and shakes her head, eyes on you, two fingers tap your clit.

"Not...Yet".

The way she says it, it frightens you, the way she says it is dangerous...She wants to see you break.

There's a moment when you feel like you can breathe, a moment where her hands move from your thighs, and it is one that is shortlived; her grip returns and it is much more aggressive, she slides your underwear completely down with one hand, forcing your thigh apart with the other, she doesn't utter a single damn word, her tongue peeking out to tease her with the essence that is so distinctly you, and when she tastes it, she feels herself running through a film of your past, only your squirming brings her back to the ground, and she is not having it.

She drags you over to a couch, gently pushing you down onto it; her grip returns itself to pin your legs, and this time her tongue isn't as feather-light, she flattens it against your clit and revels in the way you catch yourself whimper and immediately cover your mouth, she licks you one final time before pulling back to reprimand you, "Hand down, darling. No shortcuts, Am I understood? And let me be clear, I want to hear your voice when you answer me".

"We're...We're clear, Miss".

You'd almost struggled to get it out, but there are no pauses between your answer and the moment her tongue flattened against your clit once more and this time, it doesn't tease, no, her mouth wraps itself around you like a constrictor, the moment you drop your hand you realize your task would be much more difficult than you'd originally expected.

She pays special attention to your clit, latching on and suckling at a pace that was languid enough to keep you from climaxing so fast but rough enough to take you to the very brink and back, hands clenched into fists, she watches your every reaction like it's her favorite piece of media, she pulls back once more, one hand reaches up to grip your jaw tight enough to hold you in place to watch as she licks two of her fingers and spits on your cunt, eyes on you the entire time.

Your stomach churns and tightens, and unexpectedly, you moan at the sight alone, to which she shushes you, only to lean in and completely contradict her shushes with a move that would only force your noises to the surface. — Her tongue enters your hole, dipping in to test the tightness, groaning in satisfaction, her tongue moves back to your clit whilst a finger dips into your heat.

When you moan again despite yourself, she simply sighs against your pussy, realizing you wouldn't be able to control yourself, her free hand comes up to cover your mouth meanwhile hers never leaves your cunt, tongue mingling with the clit and labia like lovers, and the finger that's pumping into you is joined by a second, a muffled whimper is stolen from your gagged lips, she circles your clit, making sure to keep a light suckle as her fingers caress the roof of your cunt.

You quivered, nipples hardening beneath your dress, your core is taut, eyebrows knitted, afro splayed across the brown leather of the sofa, caramel skin twice the tone with red spread throughout.

She lifts her head from your cunt, a whispered chuckle escaping her throat, "I could stay right here forever and be just fine, look at you...So precious. When I get you completely alone..."

Her fingers never stopped pumping, she watches you intently, taking in your every movement, sound, and expression, she smiles, "That's it, you've been so good, It's too bad you couldn't keep quiet, so, let's negotiate".

With her head cocked to the side, Beyonce's movements speed up, she laughs when your eyes widen slightly at the new rhythm set.

"Actually, there is no negotiating, this is exactly how it'll go. I have good news...bad. I'll slow down, and give you a moment to choose which you want first. Nod. You understand".

You nod.

Slowing down, she drops her hand from your mouth and motions for you to speak, though her fingers haven't stopped, you feel confident enough to speak only one word, "G-good".

She hums, her hand returning to your mouth and her pace speeding back up without another word until it was so.

"Good news is, you're not being punished, I'm impatient for my reward after not getting my hands on you for five...months. I, Sweet Angel, am gonna make this pretty fucking pussy cum right here on this fake leather couch. Now — The bad news"?

When she speaks next, she thrusts her fingers into you roughly to emphasize, chuckling almost darkly at the way your muffled moan is loud enough on its own that she's sure you'd alert the party had her hand not been covering your mouth. "The bad news, is that I, suga, am addicted to you, and I was deprived. You wanna know something? ...You were always going to be punished. Noises or not, Mouse. Just not here, not now".

As her head dips down again, she says one final thing before she's ready to tip you over the edge, "There's a lack of tools here, a limit on what I can do. Soon".

With that, she writes your destiny in the stars, her tongue and fingers the quill to your all too quickly approaching story's inevitable end.

And with one last caress of your g-spot, she dots the chapter end with a period, observing closely as your body trembles, your eyes squeeze shut, and there's a muffled squeal let out; The only complaint she has is that you're not alone.

That she couldn't hear her name rip from your throat as you're thrown over the edge of sanity.

"That's it. That's my pretty girl. There she is".

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

You made me clean up, my panties in your purse, it's humiliating walking back into the same room as Jay, and although I know no one here knows, it feels as though they did, as though they can see right through us, and when we walk over to your husband he greets me with a look over and you with a kiss to the temple, pulling you to his side by the waist, a possessive grip on you; he stares me down, annoyance painting his expression.

He never did seem to like me but I can't blame him, even if woefully unaware, I am fucking the man's wife, and as I begin to say my goodbyes, feeling unwelcome in his presence, you grab my arm.

"Jay, I think I'll get her home. She's had a little too much to drink and I can't in good faith let her go home unattended; You understand, right"?

I see his jaw set, your gaze is hard on him, I notice; I had only one drink. He relents.

"Yeah. Ppreciate' you coming out to support".

I swallow thickly, my throat seems so dry as I nod and force a few words out in response, "Yeah, yeah, Of course. It was nice to see you".

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I lie in your arms just as the day begins to break after a night of a dance between lovers, there's a smile on my face but a question in my heart that, just as I've gathered the courage to ask, you answer and it's so familiar, you always did know how to read my mind.

"He knows about us, I told him...After I caught him in bed with another woman. I was planning to divorce him, anyway, but that...That solidified my choice. Do you know what first influenced my decision"?

My lips meet your hand, I feel I know what you're to say but I find myself still unprepared when you do. Red reaching my cheeks and the tip of my ears.

"You. I was always coming back for you, Sweetest. Always coming back to you".

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

A/N: dedicated to my very favorite @u4iuh, thank you for always choosing and sticking by me.

[bbyglock]

“all today was, was just another bad day. nothing more. so don’t give it any more power than that. the sunset you love so much is proof you fought so bravely, so keep remembering that on your bad days… and remember that when the clock ticks past midnight, it’s another chance to win. i’ve seen you on good days, and you have them. it’s just that days like today are good at making you forget them. but you have them, i’ve been there. i’ve seen them. i’ve seen the bold, the vibrant, life-filled, beautiful woman on days she won the battles. so, don’t believe the lie a bad day is telling you. and truth be told, you’re winning everyday you show up. fighting for yourself will never be failing.”

- tyler carter jennings; severed heart

[midnightmayhem13]

hi midnight!! 💜💜 I love ur hcs and I was hoping (if u have the time) u’d write something for Dress, who’s wearing the dress and who’s taking it off 👀 reader or one of the ladies + if u want cause I love a flustered woman 😍 how they’d react to helping you get dress whether they’re helping zip up the dress or putting a necklace on for u

Dress

love this idea enjoy❕🩶 ladies helping w a dress or necklace

carol danvers

carol isn't very used to seeing people in such fancy clothes. other than maybe royal alien she's never been around such elegancy. but when she see yours putting on the most beautiful dress she's probably ever seen, her jaw drop. big bold captain danvers will turn into a pile of mush. she feels as if she's standing before a goddess when shes watching you get ready for a gala. when you ask her to help you zip up your dress she's gets nervy omg. she'll respond with a breathy "y-yeah" and she's so gentle with the zipper and you. she knows how strong she is so she doesn't want to break the fragile zipper. she make sure non of the fabric gets caught too. she'll be very focused. when she's done she'll wrap her arms around you and tell you how beautiful you look.

sharon carter

sharon buys you jewelry because she got the money and she loves showing you off. and when she sees you get ready for a date or a night out she literally almost drools. she craves you and your body and your moans. but she also cant help but think you look absolutely beautiful. she'll watch you change (she's a lil perv) and just smirk until you huff and ask for her help. she'll get up from her spot where she was watching you from behind, and let out a chuckles and "of course baby" she'll kiss your kick while she does it and leaves hickies as if to mark you as her own. and sharon can't wait to rip the dress off of you later that night.

darcy lewis

when she sees you wearing a dress darcy's gonna be all over you bro. she's gonna be like "you're so hot babe" and she'll definitely hold you tight nd be like "alllllll mine" and smirk. if you ask for help she'd be so excited to be up close as if you were a celebrity, to her you are. and like if you give her affection while you're dressed so beautifully she gets so flustered. she'll hold your face and attack you with kisses saying how hot and gorgeous you look. she also cannot help but smack your ass while being behind you. then she turns you around and fixes your necklace or adjusting your neck line.

nebula

nebula watches you like a hawk. she'd deff get a little jealous. in the sense that you're just gonna go out looking like that?? so beautiful for no reason my god. and if you ask for help she'll be glad you asked her. and omg she'd struggle doing it, especially hooking a necklace bc of her metal fingers. she'd be letting out frustrated little grunts and huffs. she'll definitely mumbles some things like how you should stay with her all night, and that people are gonna be looking at you when you're hers. and while she'll be a little grumpy, she'll smile when you peck her lips and promise her to let her have to tonight.

maria hill

maria might be distracted you while you're getting ready, but when she turns to face the goddess of her girlfriend, her jaw will drop and she'll do a double take. she'll rush over to you and just stare. like a pervy teenager. she actually offer help just so she can be close to you. and if you ask for help with your dress she zip it down instead. she'll kiss your back and shoulders until you collect yourself enough to tell her to actually help. she'll hesitantly zip it up and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. then maria turns you around and makes out with you really passionately, ruining your lipstick in the process.

kate bishop

she'll try to be like all respectful and not look at you when you're putting on you're dress but she'll turn around just wanting a peek. then katie gets super flustered and turns super red. she'll definitely turning mush. when you ask her for help zipping up your dress she's be nervous for no reason. smelling your sweet scent and hearing you're soft breaths makes her so happy. she just feels like she's living her dream and she couldn't be happier. she'll keep repeating praises too. just lost in the thought of you. you're beauty makes katie go mush.

a/n yalls request are so fire and i'm getting to all of them but HERE YOU GO BABIES also i'm going to be trying to pump out a lot of writing rn

[unfioreapezzi]

[lady-arcane]

: The Language Of Flowers :

"People trust what is beautiful, what is soft. But flowers can poison, too." – Lily Calloway

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"When I was little, my mother told me that good girls are loved, and bad girls are left behind. But I watched the world, and I learned—good girls get nothing. Smart girls take everything."

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Tucked away in the heart of Birmingham, Calloway’s Garden is a charming little shop where the air is thick with the scent of lilies, violets, and roses. People walk in for fresh-cut flowers, never questioning why some bouquets come wrapped in whispers and secrets. A flower shop is a good place for business—the real kind. The kind no one talks about.

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"She’s a liar, but a useful one." – Thomas Shelby

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Lily Calloway is not the woman people think she is. A social butterfly, warm and disarming, she knows exactly what to say to make people lean in, listen, trust. But beneath the charm is a mind that sees, calculates, and survives. She’s not cruel—cruelty is too messy, too blunt. She prefers subtlety, making people think they’re in control when she’s already three steps ahead.

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Theo Carter : He was her brother’s best friend. Now he’s hers. He came back from the war when Charles didn’t, and she doesn’t know if she keeps him close out of loyalty or something heavier.

Janifer Smith : Her partner-in-crime, her best friend, and sometimes the devil on her shoulder. They are two sides of the same coin—one soft-spoken, the other bold, but both dangerous in their own way.

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Tommy Shelby?— She respects him, and he sees potential in her. But she knows what men like him do to people who get too close. And Lily Calloway? She wasn’t made to be anyone’s pawn.

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Writer’s Note:

So, this is my first-ever OC, and honestly? I have no idea what I’m doing, but we’re rolling with it. Lily Calloway has been living in my head rent-free for weeks, so it’s about time I let her loose into the world. She’s manipulative but not cruel, charming but not harmless, and definitely not the kind of woman you want to underestimate.

I’ll probably be dropping the first chapter in 2-3 days (if I don’t get distracted by life ). I have the whole story outlined—25 chapters, slow-burn, morally grey choices, and a whole lot of drama. So, if you’re into that, stick around.

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Also, I’d love to hear your thoughts on Lily! Is she giving femme fatale or just a girl trying to survive in a man’s world? Maybe both. We’ll see.

✨ Bye and take care, Hope you all have a good day ✨

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tag meme for posting your favorite 9 books read in 2023

Thank you @meadowlarkx! I'm loving getting to know everyone's book recs from last year.

Tagging with no pressure @sallysavestheday, @mayfriend, @theghostinthemargins, @thalion71, @247reader, @melestasflight, @nablah, @camille-lachenille, @m-b-w, and anyone who'd like to share their recs!

I took the liberty of writing a little about every book under the cut, because it is 22:30 and I am passionate about these books.

Lavinia, Ursula le Guin. It's le Guin, do I have to say it? I really have, because the depths of study on ancient animism in the Italian countryside is extraordinarily well researched, and even aside from the ambitious narrative approach of Lavinia speaking with Aeneas, the study that went into it is one of the most respectful and involving approaches to ancient spirituality I have read.

The Fury is Silvina Ocampo's recently translated short-story compilation! Whole-heartedly recommend any of her short works, which I understand are published with different titles. Reading anything of hers feels like the pervasive grey silence of staying awake till four a.m. as you consider all the familiar people and strangers you have known and reconcile with the strain of incurable isolation and cruelty present in human nature. Life, Silvina tells you, is sharpened and not redeemed by the possibility of understanding. You are not safe from Silvina Ocampo's studies in unsettling mundanity; no one, Silvina warns, is ever safe within themselves. But at least Buenos Aires is very beautiful, and so are all her deliciously malicious women.

The Fée et Tendres Automates (Béatrice Tillier-Téby) graphic book series starts with this book, about Jam, a young man who is not so young, surviving in a dystopic Victorian society while trying to reunite with the sentient mannequin he's in love with...it is moving, it is bold, it has class warfare and magic and a mad scientist, it is gorgeously written and illustrated.

I read The Blue Castle (L. M. Montgomery). Loved the Blue Castle. 'A book about being in your twenties' is a bad summary, but technically not wrong?

I wavered on putting on Claúdia Andrade's short-story collection 'Quarter Finals and Other Stories', because it's not translated, but it was my favourite book of the year, in many ways! An incisive and imaginative writer with a delightfully chilly grasp on human nature. I find myself thinking about the scenes she invokes several times a week. For instance, I think all dying old women should be cursed to speak the truth of every secret they ever knew.

Lords and Ladies was a lot of fun! Also reread Wyrd Sisters. Every years Granny Ogg grows hotter wait who said that.

The Fox (D. H. Lawrence) is about cottage-core lesbians, but like, detestable cottage-core lesbians in post-war England. It's terrific psychological work - I was on the edge of my seat the whole time. The last paragraphs haunts me. Will never trust seaweed metaphors again.

The Painter of Birds (Lídia Jorge) is translated. I recommend it. I recommend it a normal amount. I might be lobbying Lídia Jorge for a Nobel, idk. In all seriousness - she is an absolute powerhouse with a career of profound, invasive, masterful works, she's got most Portuguese language and French awards, do get a Nobel while she's still kicking. God!! This book!!!!

What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours (Helen Oyeyemi) is like nothing else. Ruiz Zábron married Angela Carter and then had an affair with Olga Tokarczuk? But it's queer and it's not white and unapologetic about being undefinable speculative fiction. Still chewing on it. Wonderful, wonderful, terrific.

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