#fuck. I think I'm starting to understand it now

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Okayyyyyy I'm finally freeeee. Now I can rant about this masterpiece as much as I want.

First late me start with...... NIALL AND PHOEBE ??? Fuck yes! I'd have loved Niall to cause Harry some trouble but since Harry seems to trust him enough to appoint him as the main guard, he's not a threat. Plus I've come to the conclusion that I kinda like him so I wouldn't want him to suffer from anymore jealousy right now (not saying I wouldn't love for him to be jealous in future tho 👀). Anyway I am happy for Phoebe, she's the sweetest and deserves everything she wants. She and Niall would get married and have 10 kids and they'd play with Harry and yn's kids and then two of them would fall in love with each other and then you can write a story about that (excuse me...got carried away).

And I want to see Niall being goofy with her infront of yn. I want them three to be friends aaahhhhh I'm such a whore for good unlikely friendships. Like it's so mind boggling when you think about it. Yn being lower class and Phoebe and Niall technically being upper class than her but she's gonna be the queen and both of them gives her so much respect without a question about her social position. But now she's above everyone else and yn's just trying to exist with that fact. She's still the same at her core though so it must be so hard for her to adjust in this setting. All of this must be so fascinating to her in a way. Yeah I just want her to say 'fuck it' and be best buddies with Phoebe and Niall and like play chess with them or something on the bedroom floor lmao

And her first kiss was Lane? Bloody LANE? Eeesshhh I'd have wanted someone from their slum or something who had a crush on her and someone she kind of liked to be her first kiss. But Lane does seem perfect. Because not only is he her closest friend but Harry also kinda doesn't like him? So when he learns that his royal smug ass wasn't her first kiss he's gonna lose his shit and when he learns that stupid LANE was her first kiss he might have to take 10 days long cold bath to cool himself down. Hope we get to see his reaction to this information. Pretty please?

But as much as I want king Harry to suffer I'm starting to like him. I loved him in this chapter. Loved hiw sincere he was with that whole situation. He went and brought them back to the castle himself. And kinda felt guilty? That she and her family had to go through that despite it being his responsibility to take care of her and her family. And I have to admit that even I didn't like the disrespect towards him by Lord Mayor. What was that guy thinking? Harry is THE KING. Do you have no fear for your life Mr Mayor? Your stupidity made me go "Yes Harry go and behead him and I will hand you the sword" and I don't like being violent Mr Mayor. Leave my girl alone. She doesn't deserve all this shit. You people don't like her she knows that but she is still trying to be nice and fit in. She's taking those fucking etiquette class even though Harry gave her choice not to. She's trying okay? Leave her be. Hate that guy hate him hate him hate him

And god forbid if he does something with the brooch I'm gonna kill him myself (and I don't like violence so this is serious to me). Because that's Harry's mother's brooch that he gave to his wife-to-be, someone who he selected just to mess with his people? HELLO? IT'S HIS MOTHER'S!!! This is a big deal. Why isn't she freaking out more? Does she not understand the gravity of this? He's giving you his mother's things, his mother, probably the only person he truly loved and cherished. It's gotta be a big, huge deal.

Poor Harry lost his mother so young. Seems like his father mistreated her. No wonder he is like this. He probably hated his father. I'm sure of one thing though, he won't be like his father. He won't use yn as he pleases, won't neglect her or mistreat her. He already cares for her very much and even though the purpose of bringing her into this was not so great he's still looking out for her, protecting her and sees her as his queen. I'm pretty sure once he actually falls in love with her, he's gonna be a soft warm cuddly whiney mess when they're together alone. And I can't wait for that day. He's gonna cherish her.

The bath scene was very sexy and I loved that he was commanding but not forcing her to do anything. Even when he teaches her things or challenges her beliefs regarding God or her fear, he doesn't push his opinion on her. He tells her things and lets her decide for herself. Which I think is very wise and thoughtful. And it works too. She makes her own decision about what she wants. It's a progress. He is so keen on enlightening her about various things. I hope he teaches her more about other things too. About their kingdom and politics and other stuff. He also said he's gonna take her with him next time. She's probably never travelled anywhere before. So maybe they can explore place together when they go somewhere.

And last but NOT FUCKING THE LEAST.....they finally KISSED. Yessssssss!!!! Bet Harry was all drunk on her lips afterwards. Couldn't think straight, only wanting to kiss her again. Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh I'm dizzy thinking about it. And they're gonna share his bed from now on. Can't wait to see what happens when they're sleeping next to each other. I don't think I can wait for the next chapter. Give me now! Gimme gimme gimme!!!!!!

I wish I could get inside your brain and see what's gonna happen next. This world you created has sucked me in and now I can't get out of it and don't want to. I don't want this to end. I'd love 100 chapters of this. Thank you so much Guru. This is so so good. Your writing is so good I can't even explain. Waiting for it gets tough but it's always worth it. Every chapter so far has been incredible 🤌

I love this so much. I love you so much more. Thank you for all you do. You're absolutely amazing! ❤️

[3] It's Good to Be King | mean king!harry

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Series Summary: Harry, a handsome, but ill-mannered new king, bound by tradition, must select a queen, and against all expectations, he chooses Y/n, a street beggar. Now, Y/n finds herself caught between the gilded cage of royalty and the cold, harsh simplicity of her past, navigating a court shocked by her presence and a king who revels in the scandal of it all.

Note: Harry is mean/uncouth in this, though things do get better. He doesn't treat anyone around him with much respect at all. Expect to not like him much at first. Also, this is set in the 1800s England, and while not completely historically accurate, I did my best to keep it as accurate as possible.

Ch. 3 Word Count: 8,749

Ch. 3 Warning: Harsh physical treatment, descriptions of extreme poverty, discrimination, humiliation, some light petting, inspection kink (light), corruption kink, mention of parental death (let me know if I missed any!)

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Y/n had learned that the king had been called away to tend to a minor land ownership dispute in a village that was a day's ride away. He'd be gone for five days as long as there were no unexpected postponements.

When Phoebe told her, Y/n couldn't pinpoint exactly why she felt so wistful. She knew he was a cold, bad-mannered person, so she shouldn't have expected him to speak to her about his departure beforehand. But to feel the tight stretch in her chest that he didn't tell her himself… that was perplexing.

Their interactions over the last few weeks she'd been at the castle had been not more than fleeting. They'd had dinner together a few times, and one evening he went to her room with a gift for her. He didn't let her open it while he was present, but before he left, he placed his hand on her hip when she was wearing only her chemise and said, "This, I much prefer. I shall have another fig tart sent to you this evening."

He squeezed at her skin, his fingers indenting into her newly very slightly softer hip. She understood him to mean the small bit of weight she'd put on was what he preferred.

The gift he left her was a beautiful gold brooch bearing the kingdom's royal coat of arms carved into the center, adorned with sparkling purple, red, and amber jewels. On the back, it was engraved with the name of Harry's deceased mother, the late Queen.

She forced a smile as Phoebe poured hot, fragrant Ceylon into her teacup. "He'll be gone five days? The wedding ceremony is in two weeks. Let's hope nothing delays their return."

"Two weeks already is it?" Phoebe said, lifting the porcelain lid from her breakfast platter. "Are you scared?"

She nodded. "Yes. But I've no choice. My family finally has everything they've ever wanted here. My sister, Dell, cried last week when she tasted the citrus soufflé we all had for dessert. I can't do anything to ruin this. Even if he is the devil."

A dashing devil.

"I believe he's fond of you. He's a cad, but I've seen him look at you when you're not paying attention. Everyone has."

Y/n smiled down at her plate. She only pretended not to be paying attention, but she knew his gaze on the curve of her neck and brushing at her lips when she'd look the other direction. Crude, maybe, but he did show her something about her body she'd not soon forget.

In fact, it had come quite in handy once her bedroom was quiet and she was settled into her down blankets with a book full of wanton stories in her lap. The guilt she'd felt the first few times she'd reenacted what he'd shown her soon turned into a craving she daydreamed of at the most inappropriate times.

Just as then, while Phoebe stood by watching as she ate her breakfast.

"Have you eaten?" Y/n asked.

"Not yet."

"Would you like a biscuit with butter?" Y/n placed a biscuit on a small dish and gestured at the chair across from her for Phoebe to sit.

"It's meant for you, Y/n."

"Of course it's meant for me, but I'd like you to have some. You're my friend. Please, sit with me."

Phoebe offered a gentle smile and pulled the chair out to sit. "Thank you."

Y/n had begun offering some of her food to Phoebe during the mornings when no one else was around. Her friend always denied the initial offer but eventually wound up giving in. In fact, it seemed to be easier to get her to sit with Y/n by the day.

She'd also begun taking etiquette classes twice each week in preparation for the wedding and being seen in public with the king. The council advised that she needed the extra work. Harry left it up to Y/n whether or not she'd like to go. She decided to take the classes but quickly regretted that choice. The governess was harsh and easily angered.

Y/n had the feeling that her teacher didn't like her one bit, despite her best efforts to charm her. In fact, she got the idea that not many appreciated her presence in the castle at all. So she often preferred to stay in her room or her sisters'.

"Have you ever kissed a boy before?" Phoebe asked as she dotted the edge of her lip with her napkin.

"I have. But it was just with a friend because I was curious. And only once."

"Was it Lane? The one you told me about who likes his drink?"

She nodded. "Yes. But I'm sure he liked it more than I did. What about you?"

Phoebe smiled shyly and looked behind herself toward the door, as if anyone could hear them through the heavy, solid wood. "I might have last night…"

Y/n sat her fork down and leaned forward. "What do you mean? With whom?"

"You swear to not tell anyone?"

"Phoebe, you know I would never tell anyone your secrets. Was it Niall? It was Niall, wasn't it?"

The look on her friend's face when she spoke the name of the guard told Y/n everything she needed to know. She'd had a suspicion about the pair a couple of weeks prior when she spotted Niall winking at the girl, and the way her face shaded in pink was a clue as to how she felt about it.

A sudden knock on the door had both girls looking at one another in surprise. Phoebe quickly stood and walked toward the door with Y/n right behind. When she pulled the door open, there, standing in her doorway, was the Lord Mayor, and two men with him.

"Miss Y/n Y/l/n, you will come with us at once," he said, looking behind Phoebe at the queen-to-be.

"What is this about? Is the king okay?" Y/n asked, placing her hand over the broach he'd given her.

"You and your family are not welcome here in the castle any longer."

"What? I don't understand! Is there not—"

One of the men stepped in, pushing Phoebe to the side, and grabbed Y/n roughly by her arm. "Come!"

As she was pulled away from her room, the new guard, Niall, stopped the procession before they got too far. "Halt!"

"Move out of my way at once, guard!"

"My loyalty lies with the king and his orders. Unhand Her Majesty at once!"

"The King's duties fall on me when he's away. This is my command. Move to the side."

"Then you leave me no choice but to send word to King Styles to notify him of your trespass."

Y/n felt her arm yanked as she was dragged down the stairs. She screamed when another set of hands was on her middle, pushing, and then she spotted her sisters, parents, and grandmother already near the entrance, surrounded by men.

"Let me go! You needn't grab at me!" The men didn't listen. When they got to the bottom of the stairs, she was pushed until her knees and hands hit the stone floor just off the carpet. But she had barely a moment to take a breath when she was again being grabbed and hauled upward until she was standing next to her mother.

The Lord Mayor stepped in front of her and reached forward. Y/n gasped when she felt him yank at her dress and then realized he'd pulled the brooch off. "Take them away."

Niall called out before Y/n and her family were directed to load into the horse cart that had been waiting for them at the front of the castle. "King Styles will receive word tomorrow. Do not fear, madam."

Two guards hung on the sides of the cart, and a driver at the front controlled the two horses pulling it, as Y/n and her family clung to the wooden benches inside so they didn't fall. People stood and watched as the cart was pulled out of the castle gates and toward the slums of their overcrowded rookery.

"What's happened, Y/n? What did you do?" Her mother bellowed dramatically.

"I don't know what happened. This wasn't the king's orders."

"Those men were atrocious. Grabbed my toast right from my hand!"

The townsfolk were staring, laughing, and some spat as they passed them by. She was far less worried about her family's reputation than she was about the rude behavior of the middle and noble classes. Y/n may never hold influence or power, but she was a human, and she deserved fundamental decency. She'd always believed everyone did.

Until then. Those people mocking her were the lowest of the low.

Being carted out of the castle in a buggy meant for livestock had been done on purpose. It was meant to be a spectacle. It was meant to humiliate. But it only made her angry. For the first time since she'd met the king, she understood him, in part. Understood his need to cause a stir and disrupt the comfortably spoiled bourgeoisie. Now she understood why he didn't like any of them.

. .

"Your Majesty, I have an urgent message from the main castle guard. Y/n Y/l/n and her family have been removed from the castle without your permission. The Lord Mayor took it upon himself to act as regent in your stead and made the decision to banish them from the castle grounds. Your presence is requested at once to deal with the matter."

Harry had never been so furious in all his life. He'd led an army in war and dealt with enemy soldiers who spat in his face, and had never been treated with such a lack of respect as this. He'd only been gone for two days, and already he had his own men conspiring behind his back. It was in direct defiance of Harry, and that just would not do.

He had no choice but to abandon his purpose and return right away. The land dispute matter could wait. Taking care of the Lord Mayor and everyone involved could not. He bid farewell to his company and left the moment he mounted his steed with his men in tow.

A day's ride across the expanse of Thornekeep and the surrounding villages was tiresome. Harry had been looking forward to more rest before he was to return, but now he had to forgo the gin and the hearty meal that was being prepared for him so he could deal with the unruly cast of characters he'd left in charge of the castle in his stead.

If he'd been a hair more cruel than he was, he would have forced the horses to push through until exhaustion. But he relied on the steeds to safely give him transport, and rest was necessary for the animals, just as it was for him and his men.

And as upset as he was about being disrespected, he was more concerned about Y/n than anything. She was his responsibility, and it was no secret that she and her family were not happily welcomed into their new roles. But he certainly hadn't expected this.

The following day, when he arrived to town just outside the castle, it felt as though everyone suddenly retreated back into their homes. As if even the townspeople knew they'd done something wrong. The vendors and workers averted their gazes.

Pointing in the direction of the town square near where the Lord Mayor lived, Harry looked at two of his men who were riding with him. "The Lord Mayor, go and collect him. Bring him to the private chambers closet off the long gallery. Make him stay there and wait for me. You," he said as he looked at Fred, "Get the covered stagecoach and have Alfred drive it directly to Y/n's home. We will be bringing them back to the castle at once."

Harry and the guard traveling with him rode deeper into the town, where the slums sprawled with wet, muddy roads, buckets filled with slop, decrepit living quarters, and street drunkards. There, the people stared intently. They stopped in their tracks and watched as the king rode by on his healthy, strong steed, with his armoured guard behind him. It was the first time he'd ever gone into the rookeries, where the poor lived and worked (if they could find work).

"You, sir!" Harry shouted at a man carrying what looked to be a heavy sack over his shoulder. The man stopped and narrowed his eyes at the king. "Can you tell me in which direction Y/n Y/l/n lives?"

"Oy…" The man dropped the sack at his feet and looked around himself. "I know 'o no such name."

"She's a woman of 20. Has a father called Peter and her mother Lettice."

"Peter and Lettice… Peter Y/l/n…" He rubbed at his chin and chewed the inside of his cheek. "I might know it."

Harry sighed. He knew the spiel. The man was expecting some kind of payment for information. Directing his horse to step closer to the man, Harry looked down at him with a frown and could smell the stench coming from him. "If you know it, tell me then. If you do, I'll let you continue on your journey unharmed."

The man shrugged. It was worth a shot. "Across from the mill. There's a graveyard at the top o'the lane. Four or five tenements down. B'be careful o'the pigs. They've not eaten."

The smell, as Harry traveled deeper into the overcrowded and filthy streets, was almost unbearable. Every five or ten yards was a bucket overflowing with excrement. He'd always known these places existed, but to see it with his own eyes (and to smell it)… he was appalled. The kind of squalor the destitutes lived in was barbarous.

When they arrived at the rundown tenement across from the mill, Harry jumped from the horse and gave the lead to his guard before sloshing through the filth to step up onto the rotted boards of the platform. He knocked on the door with the loose frame and stepped back as someone opened it up right away.

"Who's that?" The old woman stumbled back a couple of steps and clutched her hand over her heart. "The king! The king is here!"

"M'lady, I'm looking for the Y/l/n family. Are they here in this tenement?" Harry held the door open and stepped inside. The main room was dingy and damp and smelled of stale food and unwashed bodies.

"By god!" The woman sat down on the benchtop and inhaled deeply like she'd been given the scare of her life. "The king is here!"

A young man came down the stairs and looked from Harry to the old woman. "We can 'ear ya! Enough!" The man removed his floppy hat and lowered his head. "Your Highness. To what do we owen'ya th'honor?"

"I'm looking for the Y/l/n family. I've heard they live here."

"Right y'are. Lemme find 'em."

Harry scraped his eyes around the space, and while it wasn't as filthy as things appeared from outside, it was unfit for any human. The woman gasped as she pushed herself to stand and mumbled something he couldn't hear, nor did he care much. She seemed to be half out of it, gin drunk perhaps.

The ceiling was caved in at the side of the common area, where it appeared there was some kind of unworking, rusted stove. The wooden floors were soft under his feet, and the walls stained with moisture.

"King Harry?"

He turned quickly when he heard Y/n's voice. She made her way down the stairs, followed by her three younger sisters. "Y/n. I've come for you and your family. I received word about the situation and came as quickly as I could."

She clasped her hands behind her back and nodded. "Yes. It was humiliating. But we're used to being treated as such."

"You and your family are to gather your things quickly. A carriage will be around soon to bring you back to the castle."

"We were told we were not welcome there."

"The Lord Mayor will be dealt with forthwith. But what he says is irrelevant. My word is final. You will come back to the castle, and we are to proceed as before."

Y/n nodded slowly and motioned for her sisters to go back up to their quarters. "That is fine. Would you like to come up?"

She could see it in his posture and the expression on his face that he was not well in that room. The stench could get to anyone, but at least in the small space where they lived, it was tidy and much less foul. So he followed behind her up to their floor, and she let him into their room.

And it was indeed just a room. Pallets of cloth and feather, and straw were strewn over the floor where he assumed they slept. In the corner was a bench piled with random things: cups, bowls, sacks, a couple of books, a lantern, a tin of fish. In another corner, there was a tin bucket full of charred things, the wall behind it black from soot. He imagined it was their source of heat, like a fireplace.

Lettice and Peter were already standing in wait, their faces like those of young children awaiting permission to play with their new things. They bowed their heads. "Your Majesty," Peter said.

"Nan," Y/n said softly as she bent down to put her hand on her grandmother's shoulder. She'd been sitting in a chair, asleep. The old woman startled and looked at Y/n like she was some kind of horrible intruder.

"Nan, look…" Y/n motioned toward Harry, and the old woman blinked her eyes slowly.

"We're saved? He's come for us. Thank heavens!"

There weren't many things to gather. Harry hadn't imagined their living space as such. He figured a multi-room flat, nothing extravagant, but at least a home with space to cook and use the WC. But there was none of that. No running water, no private space, and no comfortable things to lie upon at night. How could anyone live like that? And that there were seven people all crammed into that room? He couldn't imagine it.

There was a double knock on the door before it was opened. Everyone turned to look as a young man stepped inside. "What's this then? It's true!" He grinned at Y/n and then lowered his head. "Your Majesty."

Y/n stepped in next to the man and put her hand on his arm. "This is my good friend Lane. He was there with me, the day you came to me."

Harry looked the dirty fellow up and down. "Yes, I remember Lane."

He watched his wife-to-be whisper something to the young man, and then Lane turned to look at her with a brief nod as he ran his hand over her wrist. There was no time to challenge what had just happened or to ask what was said and why someone else was touching her like that when Alfred had finally arrived with the covered carriage.

Once Y/n and her family were loaded into the carriage, Harry and his guard led the way back to the castle. He'd seen a lot of things in his life, but he had not been prepared to see the rookeries up close like that. He'd seen the outskirts of impoverished neighborhoods in other kingdoms and towns and but never in his own. Shock might be too heavy of a word for the way it made him feel, but it was close.

He ordered three footmen to take Y/n's family to their quarters and give them whatever they would like to eat (as well as draw each of them a bath) while he went with Y/n and Phoebe to bring her to his chambers. "You'll stay in my room from here on. Your room will still be open for you, but I'm not satisfied for you to be there all night alone."

Y/n was still struggling to wrap her mind around the events of the last few days. Niall had told her to expect the king to come and get her, but she doubted that he really would. She imagined it was easier for the king to take a more suitable wife. A woman used to that life with a higher status. Someone the proletariat would prefer.

She was thankful that he did, though. She'd gotten used to some of the small luxuries (and big) that the royal castle afforded them all. Mostly, she missed her privacy and the comfy bed.

"Have her wardrobe brought over, a warm bath drawn, and whatever she'd like to eat," Harry said to Phoebe, who quickly got to work.

Y/n kept quiet as she watched the king open up his balcony and drape the lace curtains to the side before he poured two glasses of gin and handed her one.

He gulped his portion in one go as she sniffed her glass. "Go on. Drink it. You need it more than I do. Feel free to have as much as you like."

"Thank you."

"You should not have to thank me. This should never have happened. I will deal with the Lord Mayor and see what kind of punishment the council allows. I just ask that if you leave this room, have Phoebe and Niall with you."

She nodded. "Of course."

"I've made arrangements for a formal announcement of our engagement. Day after tomorrow, we will have a public appearance to announce to the whole of the kingdom that you will be the Queen Consort. No one can then deny that I've selected my wife, as it seems they've all done."

He paced toward the open balcony and put his hands on his hips. "I will be gone til late. I have much to do. Please use my room as if it were your own."

Y/n eyed the bed and then shifted her gaze back to the king as he stepped toward his door. "I'm grateful that you came to get us. I'm indebted to you, My Lord."

He sniffed and looked down at his feet, hand on the knob the door. "Yes. You are."

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Y/n woke up to the sound of pouring water. Slowly opening her eyes, she found Harry sitting next to the fire, sipping hot tea and reading something intently as a man stood over the large tub in the king's room. She couldn't remember when she'd fallen asleep, but it wasn't long after her warm bath and the big meal she'd eaten.

She wasn't sure what to think exactly. The last few days had been quite dramatic and unusual, then with the king barging into their meager home to bring them back to the castle... He'd returned for her when he didn't need to. He had no allegiance to her or her family, so it was a bit of a surprise that he seemed so insistent that she come back with him.

"My Lord. Your bath is ready."

The king looked toward the man and pushed himself up from his chair. "You are dismissed."

Y/n blinked and watched as the man left the room, and Harry stepped toward the bath to touch the water. He looked tired. She wondered what time he'd returned to the room. When he began to remove his clothes, she thought to look away, imagining he didn't realize she was already awake.

But she remained still and kept her eyes on his frame until he was stark naked, despite her internal scolding to look away. The urge to keep watching was much stronger than her polite reasoning to avert her eyes. His body appeared to be that of a hard worker, with solid muscle and a sturdy build. It had never been a doubt in her mind that he was well-formed, and now she had proof as she watched flexing, dense muscles as he stepped into his tub.

"You may join me, if you like."

His voice startled her. She hadn't realized he was aware that she was awake, watching him. Pushing herself to sit up, she pulled the blanket to cover her state of undress. He'd seen her before in just a chemise, but she still had the sense that it was wrong to bare herself to any man like that.

"Don't be shy with me. I've already tasted and smelled the juice of your quim and you've just seen me naked. Come."

Y/n gulped at the memory of Harry's hands on her body as she let out uncontrollable noises when he'd touched her. Then the aftermath of the forbidden shame as she watched him taste her offering. The lingering thought of the way he'd jutted his pink tongue out to lick at his fingers had her surging with heat.

"My King… It's improper—"

"Now don't start with that again. I say what's proper and what's not, and you disobeying me is improper."

Slowly, she moved the cover from herself and slid her legs to the edge of the bed. Harry had not yet looked in her direction, which she was thankful for as she wrapped her arms over the thin material that clung to her breasts and stepped closer until she was just next to the tub.

He looked up at her. His eyes were bloodshot, and the fatigue in them was evident. "Well, if you're not going to join me, at least sit." He patted the wide stone ledge of the tub as he kept his eyes on her.

Trying her best not to stare into the water, she shifted her gaze toward the fire and sat down where the king had told her. His broad chest rose and fell tiredly as he stretched his strong arms along the top of the tub. She looked down at his fingers, the distance of only 7 or 8 barleycorns away from her thigh. So close he could touch if he stretched his middle finger toward her.

"I didn't foresee the kind of difficulty I'd encounter in keeping you. I knew some would disagree with my choice, but to have been interrupted in my work and so blatantly disrespected… We will not be making that mistake again."

"I'm sorry, it was—"

"Stop." He spoke loudly, his voice carrying a harsh edge. "Do not apologize for concerns you did not create. I have chosen you, and that's final. The Lord Mayor will have to come to terms with his punishment, just as I will have to come to terms with my lapse in judgment. I take responsibility for that egregious failure. But I'm not happy about it."

Y/n kept quiet. She'd seen the king raging mad the moment he stepped into the castle the evening prior, and while that anger had not been directed at her, she felt it as if it were. So part of her still felt like she'd done something wrong. And it was becoming clear to her now that her place as queen was not going to be an easy one. She was not beloved by the kingdom. She was a disgrace to the monarch and tradition.

"Next time I have to take leave, you'll come with me. I don't believe we have any choice in the matter. You're my responsibility."

She gently placed her palm down on the cool stone and watched as he dragged a cloth over his chest. "When do you leave next?"

"Not until after we're wed. And once you become pregnant, all of my duties away from the castle must be delegated to someone I trust. We can't risk anyone trying to hurt you again."

As he wetted his skin and wrung out the damp cloth, she glanced over his shoulder and up his neck to his structured jawline. She imagined his babies would be very pretty. The out-of-place thought surprised her.

"I wish I weren't such a burden, My King."

He dipped the rag into the water and looked up at her as he leaned forward. "You're my burden. I chose it. I bear it. It's what I want. I could very well pick another who's more suitable. Easier. More docile. But I don't want that. I want you."

It wasn't romantic. Not at all. So why did her heart skip a beat when he'd said it? He'd admitted she was a burden. She was not easy, and she was not docile.

"I'm trying to be more docile. I'll learn."

He waved his arm as water dripped from his skin. "No. My mother tried to be compliant and docile, and look where it got her. The moment she surrendered her will was the moment she was sentenced to death."

Shaking her head in confusion, Y/n leaned forward and dipped a finger into the warm water. "What do you mean? The queen died from consumption. That was what we were all told."

"And she would still be alive today if she had kept a grip on her spirit. But she allowed my father to take it from her. He took her charm, her wit, and her will. Consumption took her because she allowed herself to surrender. It was her death sentence."

She had wanted to run her hand over his back in a soothing gesture, but she thought better of it. It was possible he was no longer mourning the loss of his mother and that he wouldn't want her touch even if he was. The queen had been gone for many years.

"I loathe to bring this up right now, but I feel it's important to say. I'm worried that the brooch you gave me, the one that belonged to the queen, is gone. The Lord Mayor took it from me when he removed me from the castle."

Harry's face darkened as he turned to look toward the door. "Did he now? If it's gone, he will pay a heavy price in the form of losing his title. That's theft and punishable by law. But I have a feeling it's still in his possession. I will have it back to you by tomorrow, and if not, I will buy you a new one."

"I'm very grateful to you, My King. You returned so quickly. My sisters are very happy here."

He looked at her face, and his irises burned a trail down the front of her chemise. "And you? Are you happy here?"

She looked down at her lack of clothes and shifted forward so that her breasts were less visible under the thin fabric. "I am. We all are. My family and I."

"Here…" He held his hand toward her, the wet cloth in his palm. She took the rag from him, and he repositioned himself so his back was facing her. Y/n understood that he was requesting her to take the cloth to his back to help him wash.

She hesitantly moved her hand toward his back, as if touching him would set her to flame. But once the damp rag was pressed into his shoulder, he sighed, and she realized that touching him wouldn't hurt her at all. It had been silly to think it would. Running it across his back, she noted the smooth skin and firm muscle that defined his sturdy figure. Plunging the cloth down into the water along his spine, she allowed herself to take him in. The backs of his arms and neck, the curve of his shoulder, and the breadth of his frame…

"If you joined me in the tub, this would be much easier."

It was true. If she were sitting behind him in the water, she'd have easier access to him, but that would require her to remove her garment. When she didn't answer, Harry turned to look at her as he leaned back into the tub until his shoulder was pressed into her thigh. "Keep going."

"Your back is hidden. I can't reach—"

"Then here." He took her hand with the cloth and pulled it over his chest. The new angle of him, his back to her as she leaned forward and slowly ran the rag along the solid muscle of his pectorals, felt quite salacious. But she continued wiping and cleaning him. When he leaned his head back against her thigh, she gasped and paused her motions.

He laughed, his eyes closed. "Oh, mouse… Calm yourself."

She slowly began to rub over the skin of his chest as she looked down at his face. His features were tranquil as he moaned, the lower she dipped the rag. She had no intentions of dragging it too low, but he seemed to be enjoying it as she ran it over his stomach.

Glancing down further, she could make out something dark between his legs, and then the member attached to him as it swayed with the water's movement. It was indecent of her to be looking, but her curiosity was acute. And besides, she'd seen it before already. She knew what he looked like, and right then, it seemed so harmless as it was distorted beneath the surface of the water.

"Lower."

Y/n blinked, casting her sight back to his face. She hesitated to bring the cloth lower against him, but figured she didn't need to go that low. There were other areas she could clean, other spots she could run the rag against. So she leaned in further and wiped down to his hip and the top of his thigh.

He let out a breathy groan and spread his legs the slightest. "Good."

She smiled at the praise. She was doing something right for once. Trailing the cloth to his other hip and down to the top of his thigh, he rocked his hips upward and moaned. When he turned his head, rolling it over her thigh, she felt his warm breath sneaking under the cloth of her chemise.

The moment was entirely too intimate. Harry was quite amenable in that moment, and the way he had used her thigh as a pillow felt sweet. Something about how tired he seemed and the way his eyelids were closed as he puffed out shallow breaths made her body heat. She didn't understand why she was responding to him that way.

But then he lifted an arm out of the water and reached behind himself, his hand pressed over her thigh, and then he squeezed as he moved his palm up to her hip. Her light colored chemise wetted under his touch, and she could see her skin coming through the damp material. She watched as his thumb gently ran along the bend of her thigh.

"My Lord…" She didn't know what she was to say, but she knew she had to say something. Anything… "You're getting my clothes wet."

"Then take them off."

She swallowed and lifted the rag away from him. "That's—"

"Improper? Is that what you were going to say?" Harry pushed himself from his spot in the tub and turned to look at her directly.

He pulled at her hip and grinned as she dropped the rag into the tub and gasped. She loved how it felt to have his hands on her, but she was too embarrassed to admit it as she writhed away from him and stood from the tub to step away.

The King leaned forward against the tub, his elbows on the spot she'd been sitting. "Where are you going?"

"I'm… You're the devil!" She said as her body thrummed with wanton heat.

He let out a loud laugh and felt something slick under his palm. Looking down to the stone, he stitched his brows together and drew a finger through the moisture before he brought it up to sniff. He dropped his mouth open in surprise as he looked at her. "Little mouse… This is not water. Come here at once and let me see."

"No." She looked away from him as she clutched the back of her chemise. She knew very well what it was, she just hadn't expected it to seep through the linen down to the stone. She'd only recently begun to understand the mechanics of how her body reacted to being aroused ever since Harry showed her the way she could make herself feel.

"Yes." He spoke firmly, his green eyes boring into her body as her chest heaved. "Come here and we'll take care of this for you. Now I see why you're so pent up. You need a release, don't you? It's been a hard few days for you."

She shook her head and looked down at her bare feet. She was doing everything she could to be a good girl, to do the right thing by God. But the king, whom she was certain was the devil himself, tempting her, made it unimaginably hard to keep righteous.

"Have you been taking good care of your little leaky spout like I showed you?"

She let out a wobbly noise and closed her eyes to pretend that question had never been uttered.

"I think you have. You very much enjoyed it when I showed you how to touch your little coo. Has it been good? I'm sure you were unable to whilst back at your tenement, but certainly you know well the kind of joy it brings when you have privacy."

She swallowed, the sound clicking loudly in the room. "No."

"Yes. Come here."

Opening her eyes, she let her sight trail over his arms and his face as he leaned into the tub so casually. Like what he was saying wasn't unscrupulous. He was so well-favored in looks that it almost wasn't fair. How was she to remain a proper lady?

"Was it me you thought of when you touched yourself?"

Shaking her head, she quickly glanced away. It was hard to maintain eye contact when she was lying.

"No? Then Lane? Your friend? You thought of him?"

Setting her eyes back on his, she shook her head. "No! Of course not!"

He smiled. "You don't fancy him then?"

"Never. Not like that."

"What about me? Do you fancy me, Y/n? Be honest. I can already tell when you're not being forthright. You can't even look me in the eye when you answer falsely."

Her skin felt like she'd fallen into a patch of stinging nettles as he kept his eyes on her. He'd figured out her little signal. She was no good at lying. But she didn't want him to have the satisfaction of knowing how he made her feel deep down.

"I want you here now. Come sit or I'll get out and force you to."

Still clutching the back of her chemise, she stepped forward slowly until she was next to the tub. Harry reached up for her hip and pulled. "Sit."

Y/n placed her hands down on the ledge and sat, but Harry pulled at her again until her legs were in the water and the bottom of her chemise was wet. Her heart was galloping in her chest as he placed his hands on her thighs. "You're going to be my wife. Yes?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"That's right. You're mine. So when I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it for me. I don't ask much of you, Y/n," he spoke as he ran his hands up and down her thighs, then hooked his thumbs under the hem of the material and brought it upward to her mid-thigh. "You needn't worry much about anyone else asking you to do something. Just me. Yes?"

She nodded again and watched as his thumbs pushed upward under the chemise over her skin and she thought she would faint.

"What did you eat last night?"

"Uhh… roasted potatoes and cream, salted fish, bread and butter, apples."

He smiled at her as he paused his hands at the top of her thigh, and she felt her whole body flush in embarrassment. If he lowered his sight and peeked, he'd see her full quim she was sure.

"Good. You're eating well. And you slept well too, I presume?"

She nodded, trying to keep still so he didn't conclude how much she was affected by his hands on her.

"You like this."

Blinking, she turned her sight to the table with the water pitcher without answering.

He laughed softly and ran his thumbs along the curve of her thigh where it met her hip. "That's a yes. And what about this?"

She felt his fingers press into the flesh at the inside of her thigh as he pulled and spread her legs. She looked down quickly and sucked in a sharp inhale at the sight. It was lewd for him to see her like that. And yet… She was curious.

"Keep going?" He looked up at her, an eyebrow raised.

"I don't know…" She gulped.

"You don't know? Then, how about I just keep going until you say stop? Yes?"

She nodded. "Okay."

He shifted his gaze further down to her privy parts, and she closed her eyes when she felt his thumb slide against her crease. He hissed, gripping her thigh harshly as he inspected her bits and moved in closer to get a better look.

"Very pretty, little mouse." She felt his thumb slip down further and softly massage until there was a little intrusion. She opened her eyes and watched as the tip of his thumb disappeared into her hole.

Snapping her thighs closed, Harry shot his eyes back up to her and removed his fingers. "Stop?"

It hadn't hurt her, but it was the embarrassment that had her shying from his touch. "I… I don't know. It's… not right."

"What's not right? The way a man and woman enjoy one another? Is that what's not right? Why would God go through the trouble of making humans with parts that can find pleasure in touch?"

"I think it's just meant for the sacrament of marriage."

"So, stop, then?"

She looked down at her legs dangling into the water and wished she were more bold like the girls she'd read about in her stories. The ones who'd found their lovers before they were wed and allowed themselves the indulgence of pleasure.

Harry gently wrapped his fingers around the space just above her ankle. "Look at me, mouse."

She looked into his green eyes and felt like she was being torn apart by her conscience. She'd never wanted to give in to her carnal pleasure as much as she did with Harry. And she never imagined that a man like him would defend her honor more than once. He was crude and undisciplined, but there was something tender, just for her, underneath the cold and pompous performance.

"Do you know why your little coo gets all wet like this, if not for the enjoyment of the act? It's human nature. It's how we were made. You do not need to be shy with me. If you want it, you can have it. As you've seen before, God will not smite you for such a thing as this."

The skin on her ankle where his hand was gripped felt warm, and it sent a wave of wicked craving through her insides. She wanted to reach toward him and push the curl from his forehead and slide her finger down his prominent nose over his plush pink lips just to see what he'd feel like under her fingertips. She wished she were brave enough to slip into the tub with him and fall into the temptuous ways of a dauntless woman.

He released her ankle and stood from the water, his strong, denuded body wet and dripping before her. She glanced only briefly at the organ hung heavy at her eye level before tilting her head back to look up at him. He bent as he took her chin in his hand. "What is it that you want? Tell me now."

She shook her head. "I don't know. I'm confused."

He puffed out a laugh and let go of her chin before he stepped from the tub. "Aren't we all, Y/n? No one really has the answers. Everyone is confused. You just have to learn to speak up for what you want most and hope that it wasn't the bad choice. No one can guide you but yourself."

She turned to watch as he pulled a robe over his body and walked toward his balcony. What did she want most? What if it was the bad choice?

Pulling her legs from the water, she stepped from the tub and guardedly followed behind him, the bottom half of her chemise soaked, which sent a chill over her heated skin. She stopped at the balcony door and coasted her eyes over the view of the castle garden with its fountains and tall trees. In the late spring, it would be a lovely place to stroll through, she thought. Harry was leaned into the stone railing, the tips of his curls in his damp hair already drying from the cool air whisping through it.

He was the sort of man who women whispered about. Both because he had such a rakishly handsome face (and form) and because he had the most brutish devil-may-care attitude. It made him quite a fascinating attraction. But the current of care he had for her underneath his thoughtless exterior was what drew Y/n's curiosity the most.

"You may do with me as you please. Make the decision for me. I won't say no." It took everything in her to spit the words out.

He turned and placed an elbow over the stone to lean into as he looked at her, his head cocked to the side as if she were a peculiar creature. "That does not please me. Indeed, I do not like being told no, but even worse is when I'm told yes and it's a lie."

"Then yes. I want to know. I may as well learn. Not just to please you but to discover my own pleasure."

Pushing himself from the stone, he blinked in surprise, a ghost of a smile turning the edge of his lip upward. "Then tell me what it is you want. Speak plainly."

She glanced behind her at the bed and then back at the king. "I'll… I could lie on the bed, and you could touch me again. Maybe…" She looked down and felt every atom of her being light up with scorching embers. "I'd like to feel your kiss."

She hadn't even noticed that he'd stepped in front of her until she saw his bare feet standing before her. Lifting her head upward to meet his gaze, she could have melted from the warmth on his face. "I haven't kissed you yet, have I?"

Harry placed his wide palm on her frozen cheek, and she closed her eyes. He hadn't kissed her, but the tender touch had her skin sizzling and her heart racing. "You haven't yet kissed me. No."

Blinking her eyes open to look at him again, she watched his irises smooth across her features and drag over her lips slowly as his thumb slid down her cheekbone. "Then we must remedy that mistake."

She'd been kissed before. Lane had been drunk, and she gave in to his persistent bickering to shut him up and to sate her own curiosity. It was hard and dry and smelled of gin and ale and sweat. It hadn't been what she imagined a kiss should be.

So, when Harry nudged his nose against hers, and she felt his hand soft on her hip, she knew it before he'd even closed the gap between their lips, that this would be the kind of kiss she'd always daydreamed of.

She felt his breath over her lips, and his fingers squeezed her skin as his thumb dragged gently at her temple before he pressed his smooth mouth to hers, and the noise of her doubt was silenced. She hadn't even realized that her hands were clutched over the fabric of his robe at his chest, like he would drift away as if in a dream if she didn't hang on tight.

He opened and closed his lips around hers in soft, careful motions, and she stepped closer, beckoned by the pull of his hand at her side. She parted her lips to mimic how he was kissing her, and he moaned into her mouth. She had no time to be startled by the moan and that it signified his delectation, when she felt the wet tip of his tongue lave over her bottom lip before he pulled it into his mouth gently.

Oh god! She was wrong about everything! He didn't need to confess an undying love or obsession that was not there. He only needed to kiss her for her body and her mind to relent to him. It was delicate and confident, prurient and genteel… it was bewitching.

Did one truly not need the magical bounds of love to bloom in rapture from a kiss? Her skin and her blood and the nails on her fingers and toes were all vibrating with the kind of sensation that she always assumed only happened when a soul had found the one it was predestined to.

His hand slowly pushed away from her face and wound to the back of her head as his other reached across her lower back until she was flush against his chest. Her heart fluttered so rapidly at her brazen reach, her hands moving upward of their own accord until she'd pushed her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.

Even with the chilled wind whipping over her thinly clothed frame, her blood burned hot. If he took her then and laid her in his bed and claimed her virginity, she thought she'd not say no. Because what was this? Why was the subtle unanchoring of her morals and her posture on right and wrong suddenly categorized as a lie and a truth? The thick veil of deception was quickly trampled by just a kiss. What else would she soon uncover?

When he parted from her, he did not remove his hands, but he set his gaze against hers with a soft wonder that carried over to his features. Slowly, she pulled her fingers from his hair and placed her palms on his shoulders, all in silence. Was he in awe just as she was? Surely not.

But his delicate touch at the back of her neck was an homage to something profoundly affectionate. It had all been unexpected. Perhaps even for him.

"I have much to do today, else I'd remain here with you. It's nearly ten, breakfast will be served promptly. We'll call for Phoebe to help you dress and begin your day."

He stepped away, and it was then that Y/n could feel the harsh wind cutting through the linen to her flesh. She stood, confounded, as she watched the king walk back into his room to dress himself. Frozen in her spot, she let her mind wander to her childhood when she used to play pretend that her prince had found her. He'd sweep her up, take her away, and they'd fall madly in love and rule the kingdom together. Was it something she'd somehow foreseen, or was it just the silly imagination of every young girl who wished for something better?

Confounded, maybe, but Y/n was armed with a new awareness, a definite truth that she hadn't been privy to before. That even those who mean well can tell a lie, and truth can be found in the most unexpected ways. It was an awakening for her to see the way her heart could soar, as if God himself had elicited it. And right then, her heart was in flight like a bird that knew the way it must go with an instinct that directed its path. It was not God that guided the way. It was her.

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[bilscherry]

are you there?

dom!billiexsub!reader, praising, r!receiving, and lmk if i missed any!

enjoy babies

You ended up hooking up with Billie after meeting her at a party. You guys have just kept doing that ever since. It resulted in the current state of affairs. You're in her bed right now, sleeping. You were both sleeping soundly, and she was cuddling you from behind.

The doorbell abruptly rang, waking you up, and Billie appeared to be sleeping. 

"Billie," you mutter as you attempt to break free of her hold.

Your back is drawn closer to her chest as she grunts and tightens her hold. That makes you a little flushed. This was abruptly cut short by the doorbell's sounds.

"Please stay," she says in a hushed voice, whispering into your ear.

“There's someone at the door, Billie,” you say.

"Mm, baby, just ignore them. She gives your neck a gentle kiss and says, "Stay here with me."

As she kept kissing your neck, you felt the heat go up your cheeks. Your eyebrows furrowed.

Billie flung back her head in frustration as her phone began to ring. Reaching over, she grabs her phone.

"Hello," she says irritably.

As the other person on the line speaks, she remains silent. You use that as a signal to get up and prepare for the day. You went to the restroom and started to brush your teeth. Billie also appeared in the restroom and did the same while on the phone. You make your way to her bedroom, and she follows.

 She says, "I'll be at the studio soon. Tell them to go."

A hand smacks your butt as you bend over to put on your socks. You instantly straighten up and turn to face Billie, who is staring at you lustfully. She's biting her lip and staring up and down. Taking your hand, she leads you to the bed. She pats her lap for you to sit on as she settles in. You sat down and gazed into her intense blue eyes.

She gently grips your butt and adds, "I understand, but you can't count on me to just show up at the studio right away."

She starts toying with the waistband of your short shorts to torment you a little. You instantly nod in agreement as she looks up at you, asking for your permission. She slides her free hand down your shorts and keeps talking on the phone. When she notices that you are not wearing any underwear, she grins. She mutes herself, turns to face you, and asks in that low, playful voice she always uses on you,

"Can you keep quiet for me, Mama?" You whimper, not believing that you can speak up.

"You're not talking, huh? Sweetheart, use your voice," she adds softly.

"Yes, Billie, just please touch me, fuck." You complain. She inserts a finger inside your pussy while grinning

"You have to be quiet, Mama. She mocks, "You wouldn't want Finneas to hear you, would you?"

As she uses her free hand to pick up her phone, you shake your head no. While Finneas was shouting about his worry for this album they were producing, she unmuted herself. Slowly, she kept pushing her finger in and out. The wetness is causing your pussy to clench around it. She started speeding up and inserted another finger. which nearly caused you to moan.

You bit your lip, allowing the pleasure to cause tears to well up. When she pushed them up, your eyes rolled back, and you bounced on her fingers, meeting them halfway. You began to breathe more heavily, and she gave you a warning glance.

"Listen, Finn, as much as I'd like to discuss this. Right now, I'm thinking of other things.” She says quickly, "I'll be at the studio in a few hours," she can tell you're close.

"What? Billie We need you here. Are you there, Billie?” He says just before she hangs up and puts her phone down.

"Aren't you a good girl, baby? You kept quiet for me while I was on the phone,” she says while maintaining eye contact.

You feel your climax beginning to build up as you attempt to say,

"Billie, I…"

Putting her other hand on your clit and rubbing it, she adds, "Cum for me, Mama."

"Oh my god, fuck.” Before your orgasm takes control and you enter a state of euphoria, you say, "Please, Billie.”

Your legs are beginning to shake, and your eyes are rolling back.

"That’s my good girl; you did so well for me," she says, helping you come down from your high.

You closed your eyes and breathed heavily once your high came down.

"Let's get you cleaned up, Mama." She takes you to the restroom after picking you up.

She places you on the counter and uses a moist towel to wipe the area between your thighs. After giving you a forehead kiss, she leads you to her bed.

"Do you want to sleep, baby?" She looks at you and asks.

"Yes, please," you murmur as you fall asleep.

first fic donee. i'm a little nervous, but i hope you guys like ittt 💋

[applejusue]

Can I request a reader elille fic where reader is struggling mentally like she has bills to pay and is broke and just feels like she is failing at everything she trys but Ellie is there to reassure her and be her rock because that's how I'm feeling right now and I need heart warming fluff and comfort I feel broken

I'm sorry to hear that honey. I definitely understand I'm going through a similar patch right now. In fact, I actually based the later half of this scenario on what happened to me last week so please don't feel alone. -`♡´-

Toothache ──  Ellie Williams ౨ৎ˚₊

tldr; money has been tight lately c/w: angst, comfort, fluffy w/c: 1.3k

Getting paid didn't even feel like a relief anymore, not when it barely managed to settle into your account before your bills ate away like termites. You felt drained, from the long hours and the fact that you could barely hold down this apartment, let alone afford groceries. You didn't want much, just some sort of security and cereal that wasn't from the clearance section.

You'd only started seeing Ellie recently, it didn't feel right to talk to her about it. She still bunked with Joel, trying to save up her cash. She worked on and off on farms, construction sites, and anywhere that would hand her some notes for a few hours of labour. Ellie just seemed so.. casual about it. You supposed if you had somewhere to stay, to be without constantly watching your balance then maybe you'd be casual too. But you knew you weren't being fair, her life wasn't all sunshine either.

Even if you didn't think Ellie noticed the way you hesitated when you two were at the mall or when she suggested going for ice cream, she did. It's why she always made some bullshit excuse to get up and use the bathroom while you were at a diner so she could pay the waitress under the counter before you even had a chance to try and argue with her about splitting the cheque. It's why Ellie insisted on going with you to the grocery store even though in your mind that was the most boring quest in the world, somehow convincing you that it made sense for her to chip in because:

"Well, I crash at your place every other night so these are basically my groceries too.."

Ellie never wanted to make you feel like you weren't independent, she knew damn well that you could handle yourself. The thing was though, she also wanted to handle you. She wanted to take care of you, but she was also afraid of overstepping that line and making you feel ashamed. Ellie could see how irritable you were lately, not at her but in general. You were lost in thought, staring at labels too long to ultimately just put them back on the shelf. It broke her damn heart.

You were currently trudging up the stairs to your place, your heart felt like it was beating inside of your head. You'd just been to the dentist, a 'check-up' on your perfectly fine teeth, that should've merely cost you 25$ to cover the consultation. When the receptionist gave you the bill you could barely even process it, let alone find it in you to pay it. 140 dollars. For what? A bunch of extra shit the kind lady had done to your mouth without feeling the need to mention that oh yes, this will cost you more.

You were annoyed at her, annoyed at yourself for being so stupid, annoyed at the fact that you even paid the f-

"Hey, baby.. how'd it go?"

Ellie greeted you when you pushed open the door with all the grace of a bull in a china shop. Her eyes were warm, they always were when she looked at you. Her freckled face had a smile, though it faded when she noticed how red your face was, and how tightly you were holding your phone. Her words were so simple, and you could think of a million answers. I got scammed. That fucking bitch overcharged me. I don't know if I can afford rent this month.

But none of that left your lips. Instead that simple, 'how'd it go?', was what made it all gush out like sand. Ellie stood abruptly as she watched the tears start to spill down your cheeks, inwardly awkward that she'd read this situation wrong. She wasn't the best at talking to people, let alone comforting someone but when it came to you she tried her damn hardest.

"Shit.. baby, don't tell me she pulled out one of your pretty teeth.."

Ellie took your face into her hands, her thumbs pressing open your lips in an attempt to lighten your mood just a little. She also used it as an excuse to rub those tears from your cheeks, her dark eyes furrowed in concern. You learned early on that Ellie didn't make jokes or try and be funny when you were upset to downplay what you were feeling, but because she couldn't bear to see you cry.

She pulled you in close to her chest, your face immediately pressing into the soft fabric of her hoodie. Ellie always smelled like cheap cologne and a hint of sweat that was so distinctly her you could often smell it in your dreams. Her hand moved into your hair, trailing down your scalp as her fingers twitched anxiously.

"They all seem to be intact.. so what's the matter babygirl?"

Her voice was a hushed, more serious whisper now against your head as she pressed a gentle kiss against your crown. Your sobs were still coming heavy, you were just so angry, so stressed all the damn time. It took a few moments of just being swayed by the taller girl until you could finally choke out a response.

"I just can't-.. can't afford it, any of it.."

Your tears stained the grey material against her chest, your arms tightening around her long waist as your brows furrowed in a mixture of sadness and frustration.

"Can't even go to the damn dentist without losing half of my paycheck.."

You huffed, your irritation softening just slightly. You'd kept this packed up so tight for so long. It felt good to tell her. It just made Ellie want to hold you closer. She guided you to the sofa and onto her lap, cradling you against her chest. It made her feel calmer too, to be holding on when you were upset. She couldn't stand that someone would take advantage of you like that.

"I know it's tough.. you're too damn pretty to be working so much.."

Her voice was soft, almost a little frustrated herself. She hated seeing you like this, stuck in a shitty job that barely paid you. Things weren't cheap these days either, if you don't got a trust fund in this economy you're shot in the foot before you can even learn to walk. You had calmed down a little, her attempts at lightening your mood taking the edge off your pain though only slightly.

"Baby, you know I'll always take care of you.. You've always got a place with me if things get tough.."

She muttered against your hair, her cold hands rubbing up and down your arm to soothe you as best she could manage. It didn't matter what Ellie had, she'd share it with you always. Whether that be her twin-sized mattress in Joel's place, her clothes, hell she'd even give you her piggy bank if it made a damn difference.

"We're gonna get through it.. together, it isn't gonna stay like this.."

Her soft voice was doing wonders, even if you knew there were still bills to pay and deadlines you'd need to meet. Ellie made you feel like the world wasn't going to end tomorrow, or the day after. For the first time in a while you felt like you could breathe, atleast for now. You nuzzled into her chest with a soft sigh, slowly looking up at her with a timid smile.

"Do my teeth atleast look good?"

Your murmured half-heartedly, a soft huff leaving your lips.

"They're beautiful.."

Ellie chuckled softly, taking your jaw with her hand and looking over your smile. She then leaned down, kissing your lips gently as her hand trailed to your hair, letting you rest closer to her. Between breaths, she murmured:

"I'll get you that refund tomorrow even if it takes getting kicked out of a damn dental clinic.."

a/n: Thanks for reading honey, If you've gotten this far feel free to give a request or check out my other works! Reblogs are greatly appreciated too  🍎 

[melaninfury]

ASTROLOGY HARSH OPINIONS |||

Hi. So I heard you were looking for me...

Welcome to some good television. Its always 18+ round here so gear up.

Please don’t take this as astrological facts. These are more my experience and perspective. The whole chart and aspects must also be considered

~ Mars conjunct Neptune try stepping out of your illusions for me, no like take your foot and move out of LA LA LAND. Put down the vice, quit the maladaptive daydreaming, focus your mind off that person that didn't say anything just gave you the look and get to stepping towards your reality please...thank you bookie thank you. Not only that if you don't have an outlet why are you storing fucking trauma in your goddamn mind and body huh...? To many questions try answering them instead of letting them accumulate like a 18 question multiple choice quiz.

~ Mar conjunct Jupiter, let it be known that we all tried to tell you at some point you are alot to unpack, beliefs actions and change. When an idea or understanding hits your body it literally just explodes into the major truth or effect anything you touch can grow bad or good. Don't nobody got to give you the courage when this is placed a certain way. 9 times out of 10 you already started. Can be loud but not speak wise...Big Dog Vibes literally...lol

~ Mercury in Cancer tighten tf up or keep getting talked over plain and simple that sweet shit which is really trying to not upset people shit is going to turn you into a huge crab of an asshole no pun intended until you face that emotional baggage.

~ If that person has multiple placements in your 12th, and Chiron and malefic contacts that leave little to no room for joy, peace and love leave it thats a fucking enemy believe it because it will show you.

~ If your Saturn is in Aries and you have an anger problem and not a i start my own business or have my own or I am secure in leadership and discipline you just have one big ass problem. Get disciplined and I do mean fast cause your lesson are quick and harsh.

~ 8th house moons I repsect your deep profound psychological study on your parent and in turn yourself but please let that body see some sunlight and vitamin D including on the hard days no cave man tendencies will make you feel less in the dark. You isolator. Still one of the worst pains can come from this so be easy on yourself now.

~ Sun Conjunct Mercury is the real ego problem in our society.

~ I AM SO SORRY LEO and ARIES. I misjudged and misplaced my deep understanding of fire tragedy and absolute fucking ego that truly and will only stem from loins of a SAGITTARIUS. The literal evil of the fire signs. Fake easy going bull I tell you and trust me tooo much to say. The ego on these things runs forever, especially if they were ugly (to themselves) before i'm sorry. They are way to deep into the social pool and hierarchy anything at that point including you they think they can "analyze" boy just plug your ears if this one isn't to healed cause....

~ Y'all know that scene in another cinderella story, TOO MESSY! Boooooooooooo do better lol

~ Libras my libras the messiness has to stop, the unhealed ones are giving us all a bad name and I refuse to be surrounded by low class bitches that obviously has never seen BALANCE in their life claiming to be libra gang under guise of deviancy. Shame.

~ Never have a boss thats a Libra and the energy isn't grounded that bitch is fake... JKJK but especially with a cancer whammy no fire or earth outside of Capricorn selfish overworking ass energy to ground it. I'm telling you now its is a disaster.

~ If your workplace has a bunch of cardinal people....treat it like a carnival you do not know these people nor trust them in or outside of work. Special cases included getting everybody info and doing synastry to triple check I don't make the rules.

~ Virgo Energy is the real I wish a bitch would.

~ If that man has planets like Mars and Mercury and Saturn all over that Sun and Moon just know he is lords pet project and its best you leave him alone, most likely a lesson waiting to happen for the both of yous.

~ Scorpio mars will sexually manifest you even when you don't want them. Don't be toxic with it leave it alone because they like that they thrive off that they are in their power with that.

~ Chiron is something I notice people like to ignore then i look at their Chiron placement and i see exactly why for example homie your Chiron is in libra in your 5th house maybe your ways and the people you like are just not the best for you. When this is conjunct Juno IN MEN PLEASE RUN. Associating love or connection with this placement especially unhealed is not the healing bond you think it is

~ Somebody's Chiron conjunct your Lilith and/or mars can be a threat to you or perceive you as one.

~ Well how many times are you going to hide your trauma mars in the 8th. its right there but you want get angry at people when they trigger you but don't nobody know whats wrong with you.

~ Look to your Saturn to understand your hardships on a deeper even ancestral level, generation curses, losses and debt even lack of self worth. Master that Saturn and start uncovering your pain.

©️ All Rights Reserved @melaninfury

[marinette-the-clarinet]

Okay, I wasn't originally gonna post this because it's just a demo right now, but then I decided fuck it, I wanna show people my WIP because I'm really proud of it and I figured a lot of y'all would enjoy it, even if it's just me banging on the piano for 4 minutes. But uh, yeah! I wrote a Ragatha song a few months ago, and I finally was able to record myself singing and playing it a couple of weeks ago. I'm working on getting it actually produced into something, so hopefully you'll all see its progress as it goes!

Context is pretty simple: Ragatha is trying to comfort Pomni, but in doing so, realizes she's singing to herself more than she's singing to the jester. It's supposed to be a happy-toned song that covers up an impending sense of dread, just like Ragatha would have wanted :). Lyrics are below the cut if y'all are interested!

LYRICS

Hey there new stuff, watcha thinking about? 

I'm sure you're overwhelmed, and still freaking out

Well I'm here to help you, and guide you through these halls

Don't worry about the pain and death that's scattered through the walls 

I know you're wondering, is there a way to leave? 

There is no exit, but you don't have to grieve

This is your new life, and we're all your new friends! 

And we'll always be by your side, until our nonexistent end!!!! 

I know right now you might think that your life is over

But I'm here to help! 

(Chorus) 

So when you feel a little down

And start to wear a little frown

Just think of all the things that make you happy, it'll brighten up your day

And when you feel like you are stuck

Or like you're all out of luck

Just remember to breathe and trust your way, everything is gonna be okay 

(Doo doo doo) 

Everything is gonna be okay

(Doo doo doo)

(Verse 2)

How you doing? You look a bit rough

I know today's adventure was a bit tough

But when you look past all the knives and all the tears

You'll have a lot more fun, and realize the circus really cares 

You say it's a nightmare? I understand why

Some things get scary, but remember, we can't die! 

There are some perks to this new digital life! 

And if you look on the bright side, it makes all the bad parts way less right 

I know you might still think that your life is over

But I'm still here to help! 

(To Chorus) 

(Bridge) 

I was once in your shoes, I wanted to find a way out

I used to panic all the time, I thought I'd be heard if I'd just shout

But after years and years I figured I would get accustomed to 

Suck things in and battle through

Cause what's the point of finding answers if nothing can save you? 

And it's easy for me to think my life is over 

But

Whenever I feel down

And start to wear a little frown

I think of all the things that make me happy,  Oh, enough about me! 

(CHORUS) 

[beauty-grace-outer-space]

So I'm at Versailles and it's the end of the day and I decide fuck it, lets try to squeeze in those last few fountains I didn't see, and I start wandering over to that area.

I get to one of the fountains and aw, cute, there are little baby geese swimming around in there. So I'm watching with all the other ooh-ers and ahh-ers and everyone is cooing about how cute it is when I have the realization...

These goslings are too small to get out on their own.

I watch them try a few times and listen to their chirping get more frantic and their mom and dad circling anxiously. I'm spinning around like an idiot trying to determine if any of the other five people watching this might speak even a modicum of English so I can communicate that we need to try to get them out. I determine that there is a German couple, a French couple, and a very confused Polish woman who managed to get herself locked into one of the groves but that's a different story.

I can tell that the German couple has at least kind of clocked on to the fact that the babies cannot get out and have some concerns so I immediately identify them as my allies. I'm looking around frantically trying to figure out if there's anything I could possibly use to try to scoop these babies up and out of water over the wall of the fountain and not getting anywhere because boy, do they keep it clean at Versailles.

I start racking my brain to see if I can think of any kind of German or French word that might mean hat and see if somebody might be willing to sacrifice one as a catching device to my now manic cause of saving these baby geese.

Eventually I just abandon all reason, step over the barrier, lie down on the side of the fountain, and start trying to use my map to fish them out like some sort of soggy fishing net.

At this point anyone who hadn't clocked onto the fact that they were stuck figured it out and jumped into action.

The French man has gone off to find a large stick, one of the few things to be found in a series of Gardens that may be useful in this instance, and starts corraling the babies towards my side of the pond whilst simultaneously trying to see if he can scoop them from underneath. No dice.

I am being hissed at like those geese are cursing me out.

The nice German man follows my lead, lies down on the side of the fountain, and like some sort of superhero manages to just scoop up three of the babies after a while. I got close with one but they're fast little guys.

The German man's girlfriend found a smaller board and propped it up against one of the shallower parts of the fountain to try to make a ramp for them. However, baby gees are not the most intelligent or creatures and while they jumped on top of it a few times they never quite figured it out.

On top of that, the three that had been successfully retrieved got spooked and jumped right back in.

It's at this point that the security team rolls up and my best guesses that they asked the French equivalent of, "what the hell are you all doing?" Because simultaneously it comes to my attention that would be grounds have been closed for over two hours and here we are, having illegal he crossed over a barrier touching art that we are certainly not supposed to be touching.

The German man starts explaining that there are baby geese in the pond that we are trying to get out. Security does not understand him. The Frenchman runs around the fountain and hastily explains in French. Now we've got a security team also standing watching this baby geese trying to determine what to do.

They advise that they'll return with somebody to handle it, and speed off like a bat out of hell. The Polish woman is released from her garden prison.

I stick around until I am sure that they are handling it and now I am walking the mile and a half back to the train station which should round out a nice 20 miles walked for me on nothing but a few choquette and a handful of strawberries.

TL;Dr: the goslings are ok.

[beef-brisket]

Adam had brought everything he needed. Even travelling into Pride to find specific things. A lot of websites said yo actually physically feel the different whips or paddles by hand- Adam didn't really understand why, but he didn't want to do it again. All of the sex shops in Pride were always busy- and to say he was nervous and embarrassed was an understatement.

But thankfully, he got what he needed.

It didn't help that Lucifer was still loving the whole portal sex, and at random times throughout the day would just start fucking Adam.

Like now. As he's walking back to the hotel.

Adam: F-Fuck- sake, Lucifer...

Eventually, Adam walked through the doors, ignoring the knowing looks from Angel and the more than disgusted looks from Alastor and Husk.

Once he was in his shared room, he laid all of his purchases out. This was it. This might be the one real time he would shock Lucifer.

Adam: Alright... here goes nothing.

-

The king strolled through the hotel, with all of his meetings and paperwork done for the day, all Lucifer wanted to do was have a freshly cooked meal, maybe some pancakes, a glass of wine, and to bend Adam over the counter and use his back as a table as he's eating.

His cock twitched in his pants just thinking about it.

Lucifer: Oh, Addie~! Daddy's home, baby!

When he closed the door, he tilted his head. All the lights were off, and red candles lit up the lounge and kitchen. There were different instruments and a table with restraints on it.

Lucifer: Uh... Addie? Daddy's confused-!

As the king turned to the sound of a door closing, his eyes wide Ed when he saw soe.one covered in a tight, black latex suit. It was fitting, and showed off the person's curves perfectly.

Lucifer: O-Oh mommy...

The king backed up as the figure came closer, a small whip in their hand. As they came into the red light, Lucifer knew it was Adam. Fuck, he looked good.

Adam: On your knees, bitch~.

Lucifer: Y-Yes mommy~.

Getting onto his knees, he smiled dreamily up at Adam.

Charlie: Hey, dad! Can I see you for a-.

The two men turned to Charlie, who was standing in the doorway. All three of them were silent. Charlie didn't move, and neither did Adam or Lucifer.

Whatever confidence Adam had was gone as the princess stared at him and then at Lucifer with wide, scared eyes.

Charlie: S-Sorry! Oh god- I'm SO sorry!

As Charlie quickly shut the door, neither man moved.

Adam Is Vanilla

@beef-brisket

-

Adam played with the wedding ring on his finger as he waited for Lucifer to come home from a Sins meeting. This shouldn't be this big of a deal but it is, he knew that a key to a good relationship is a healthy sex life among other things.

His and Lucifer's relationship was great, perfect even!

But Adam...... He just wasn't super adventurous in the bedroom. He was satisfied with their current love making and missionary position was always a perfect go to of his. His idea of spicing things up was getting different colors of lube.

But he doesn't want Lucifer to get bored, just because he's okay with how things are doesn't mean Lu is. And he wouldn't pressure Adam into doing anything he wasn't comfortable with.

He wanted him to be happy too, he loved him so much he'd try most anything once.

Within reason.

The sound of a portal opening caught his attention and Adam perked up.

Lucifer walked through and smiled: Well hello dove ~

Adam: Hey Luci. How was the meeting?

Lucifer: Mammon was there Soooo not great.

Adam: Are you.... Up for talking about something?

Lucifer joined him on the couch: Sure.

He watched Adams face take on a shade of pink and he looked away for a moment. He was just so cute!

Adam: W-Well, I was thinking that maybe..... We could spice things up a bit. You know.... In the bedroom.

Lucifer: Oh? How so?~

Adam was so flustered, he didn't know where to start this was so far out of his depth.

Adam: I-I-I don't know....

Lucifer smiled gently and cupped his cheek: If this is something you would really like to do, we could always start somewhere easy. Like a different position?

That sounded simple enough.

Adam: O-okay, which one?

Lucifer: You could always ride me if you want.~

[sootnoshenie]

can u pls talk abt ur au plspslpsls i need to know NOW NOW NOWNOW 👹👹👹👹👹 i need sunstreaker content i need to see ur rendition and analysis of him NOWW /lh /pos

OHHHHHHHH I CAN TELL A LOT BE READY FOR SOOT TO BE A YAPPER

I'm ashamed to post something like this on the internet but I'll try. I do not consider Sunstreaker a whole good guy I must say so.....

I must warn you my english SUCKS and I don't use translator because it makes communication for me even more confusing so I'm sorry for any errors you might see in my text post 😭😭😭

also I do not claim my interpretation of twins being idw canonically right okay that's just my brain makes me feel funny when I think about this

sadly I can't draw rn because I'm currently not in a state and hard working so there won't be any pictures :(

or I might show you something old..... yeah I think yeah

so

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe come in pair so I'll be talking about BOTH.

so I should start from their pre-war relationship I think? they had a lot of trouble because of their different love language and their contrasting personalities

and also they had a lot of trouble because of Sunstreaker being basically the upbringer and morally the older brother to Sideswipe which mainly made his personality shape the way it is

while Sunstreaker being self-centered sociopathic and met with high expectations from him he cannot express his affection and care properly often making wrong decisions (example: joining the gladiators to protect his brother with earning money and joining the side of power that in Sunstreaker's perception was the safest at this time)

Sideswipe was more about morale and family (like. a normal one. where you support each other and shit y'know A NORMAL ONE) on the opposite hand: words of affirmation, sparing time for sharing activities, trying to be alike his brother just to understand him more. Sunstreaker's arrogance made one blind and Sunstreaker pathetically thought all of those gestures were gestures of pity. one did not listen and another wanted to be heard so bad — this is what made them to be torn apart during the war eventually leading to Sunstreaker and Sideswipe avoiding each other to the point that one of them leaves to Earth leaving another on Cybertron on some bullshit task

they hated each other. one was hurt of ignorance, other was no less hurt by his own delusions. and then guess what? headmasters

once again — Sideswipe tries to talk and Sunstreaker tries to keep shattered pieces of his personality paranoia PTSD and moreover his PRIDE together. unsuccessfully. he commits unspeakable and Sideswipe is fucking broken

the whole au is about Sunstreaker not just magically being cured of his trauma but of bearing it and accepting it just like he and Sideswipe were accepting each other back into their lives. they tried to understand each other and what's more important HEAR each other's needs

and yeah there Sideswipe lives. and yeah he's the same irritating bastard that even jokes about his possibility to be offlined right on brother's hands. Sunstreaker doesn't mind anymore. he just doesn't wanna lose him again because it happens that it hurts even more than being disassembled alive

caption: "I'm still here"

[luckyshouse]

thank you so so so so much for making that post abt the scary acceptance of pedophilia and incest as kinks/fetishes/whatever, I've been feeling crazy for thinking this is all so messed up and backwards (and everyone yelling how "it's just fiction so it doesn't matter!" as if propaganda isn't a thing lmao), I'm genuinely experiencing such a huge feeling of relief to see an artist i really enjoy the work of speak about this 🫶 (also thank you for sharing your art here, I'm really glad to have found your art a few months ago during a tag scroll)

i am so very glad that you feeel a lot of relief with me saying that. there needs to be more people saying it because it is creating a space and a dichotomy on this website where you either get to be a catholic antisex puritan or super proparaphilia to the point that you never criticize it. its kept me from exploring my own sexuality so much as a "weird furry" because truthfully i am into a lot of weird stuff that IS taboo but the idea is if you are into that shit, you ALSO have to be ok with proud paraphilias in your community. and this mindset also KEEPS people stuff in their paraphilias. this is why i bring up that pedophilia and incest isn't a taboo kink, because no, it isn't taboo. you go on pornhub and can find teen and family and rape shit literally everywhere. but you know what you cant find on pornhub? hypno. you're not allowed to look that up. not to make this about homestuck but did you know they deleted and scrapped the beekeeper trolls old design and stuff because they were outed for drawing giantess fetish stuff, but then also included a character thats canonically proshipping, made by a proshipper, whos actively into incest on their blog right now? this is exactly what i fucking mean. the whole "incest/pedophilia is taboo" idea only works in the same way that a comedian saying theyve been "silenced/canceled" works. like boy, i sure do hear a lot of you all the fucking time constantly on every website for something thats supposed to be "Silenced" i wonder why! i wonder what those two things have in common? could it perhaps be that its a fascist tool to silence people who push back against their beliefs? hmmmmmm.

it makes me very angry, and very sick. and i hope that more people are willing to speak up about it because i feel like this mindset also purposefully keeps survivors stuck in traumatized states so that there can continue to be the idea of a biological predator because people LOVE to make categories of people they can kill and torture without guilt. the idea that pedophilia starts nowhere and is just some weird misfiring of the brain implies that anything we do or any kink we have is completely independent of the society we live in, which is literally just not reality at all. like you said, somehow they can keep saying that fiction doesn't effect reality, even though propaganda is real and literally works, advertising is real and literally works, misconceptions are caused by fiction to the point they change reality, and then they also can't seem to figure out that OTHER PEOPLE could be using their art to groom literal actual children. its just so irresponsible, selfish and childish in my opinion. and then you could make the arguement that yeah of course its childish theyre so traumatized that they don't have the emotional capacity to understand the reach theyre causing and im like okay. this is the same logic we apply to autistic men sexually assaulting women. "ohh theyre too unwell and have the mind of a child" ok well get their ass in therapy if they're that incapable as an adult and seriously talk to them and tell them the truth. this is WHY its such a common thing for autistic men to become sexual abusers in the first place because everyone and their fucking mother goes "well he has the mind of a baby so he cant control himself" do fucking something about it then.

im rambling about something thats not even really connected, sorry. i just have a lot of very strong opinions of this that i think need to be said.

[quintessenceofdust88]

fuck it friday

(I STILL HAVE HALF AN HOUR OF FRIDAY OK SO I'M TECHNICALLY ON TIME) I was tagged by my darling @laundryandtaxesworld for this. Love you, Via! ♥ I've been working a bit on all of my fanfics the last few days, and I think I might get the groove of writing constantly again, so here's hoping hehe. For today, I'm bringing you the final part of ch. 1 of my fanfic Trail of Lies , so I hope you enjoy it! ♥ (USUAL WARNING FOR TRAIL OF LIES: THIS FANFIC CONTAINS BUDDIE, BUT IT IS BUCKTOMMY ENDGAME. IT STARTS OFF AS BUDDIE, BUT IT’S NOT REALLY BUDDIE-FRIENDLY NOR PARTICULARLY EDDIE-FRIENDLY. Therefore, I didn’t want to tag it as Buddie, because I know how annoying it can be to have ‘anti’ fics in your ship’s tag. If that’s sth that bothers you - either the Buddie content or the fact it’s not really a good depiction of their relationship - please feel free to skip this one, I absolutely understand)

The restaurant Eddie’s chosen is cozy and quiet, with exposed brick walls and dim lighting, a far cry from the usual burger joints where they go together on the rare occasions they go out. Buck understands the gesture for what it is, and he feels incredibly touched, and kind of bad for the doubts he shared with Bobby. It’s clear Eddie was just having a bad day, and it was unfair of Buck to question his excitement for their family because of it. 

Their meal is delicious, and so is the wine. They start the evening with small talk, and it’s fluid and smooth like it always is with them. He and Eddie were best friends before anything else, and Buck values that aspect of their relationship so much. Even though he’s aching to broach up the topic that’s been on his mind for the last few days, he waits. He wants Eddie to bring it up. 

“So, angel,” Eddie says eventually, putting down his wine glass and smiling at him, that smile that sweeps Buck off his feet. “Tell me what you found out about surrogates? Do you think it’s gonna work for us?”

Buck finds himself beaming widely at Eddie’s question. ‘For us’. That’s all he’s ever wanted, for the baby to be their plan. 

“Yeah, babe, I think it will” Buck says, and doesn’t stop himself from talking this time. 

He goes on a rant about all the options he found online and about how California law works for surrogacy cases. And while usually Eddie indulges Buck in his rants, listening and nodding at the appropriate times, now he’s engaged, he’s asking questions, he’s planning with him, and Buck’s heart feels full. “Before we go on about our surrogacy options, babe, shouldn’t we decide who’s going to be the biological father?” Eddie asks, taking a sip of his wine. “I mean… I have Chris, so if you want to do it, I totally understand”

“Actually, about that, there’s this thing they do at the fertility clinic where they mix up our materials”, Buck explains excitedly, kinda wishing he had his tablet there to show Eddie everything he has saved. “I… I kinda like the idea of watching our baby grow up and not knowing to which one of us he’s biologically related.”

Eddie gives him a beautiful smile at that, squeezing his hand once more. That’s the farthest he goes when it comes to public displays of affection, so to Buck it feels almost like a passionate kiss (or he wants it to, anyway). 

“Yeah, angel, I kinda like that idea too.” He declares. “Well, I guess that leaves us to decide the surrogate matter. I gotta be honest, Buck, I’m not sure about the whole agency thing. Feels kinda…”

“Impersonal?” Buck completes, and Eddie nods, to his relief. “Yeah, I thought so too. I really like the idea of it being someone we know, but I’m not sure who to ask”

Buck has given the matter a lot of thought in the last few days, his mind going through the women he knows and to whom he’d feel comfortable asking something like that. His first instinct, as most things in his life, would be asking Maddie, and he knows his sister would say yes. But Buck can’t do that to her, not when she had such a difficult time after Jee-Yun’s pregnancy. His niece is one year old and only now Maddie seems to be recovering, and Buck can’t risk doing that to her; can’t risk being the reason why she finds herself in that place again, and especially for a baby she won’t even keep.

And with Maddie out of the equation, Buck is at a loss. He would never ask Hen, he knows she has no interest in being pregnant, and he knows all about Karen’s struggles and how that is a sensitive subject for her. He had briefly thought about May, but she’s way too young and has far too much going on in her life for a pregnancy to uproot it. 

He relays all of those thoughts to Eddie, who listens intently, and then goes silent for a while. Buck goes silent himself, his mind frantically trying to figure out if he let anyone out, when Eddie talks. 

“I think I might know someone. We… we work together at the store, and we get along. I think she might be willing. It… It could be an option” He says, and Buck frowns, trying to remember if Eddie ever mentioned having a particularly close relationship to any of the store workers before, but coming up blank. Still, he doesn’t think his boyfriend would be inconsequential about something as important as their baby, so if this woman came to his mind, there must be a reason.

“Oh? What’s her name?” He asks curiously.

“Kim. Her name is Kim.”

Np tagging @bidisasterevankinard @unhingedangstaddict @moonydanny @frogsinflannel and anyone else who'd like to join! If it's already Saturday on your timezone, feel free to consider this an Inspiration Saturday tag. Love you ♥

[just-1other-nerd]

You are so right about the "Lance is stupid" jokes, because he very much isn't, he may not be a tech geek (mainly because he just isn't interested in that) or a great strategist but he's got street smarts and if you explain stuff to him in simple terms instead of professional language he understands it. (I'm btw 100% convinced that school drop out Keith doesn't understand a lot of it either but isn't as verbal about it.) It is okay to have some "you're an idiot" humor in the beginning of a show but when the characters grow, develop and mature and the stakes get higher it should come to a halt because the character even managing to get to this point means they are capable in some way so jokes like that just feel mean. The writers should have developed the Lance-Hunk-Pidge trio friendship better, maybe through garrison flashbacks or friendly banter.

Prev, you are so right when you say that Lance and Keith had more interactions in the earlier season and to me this is a testament to homophobia on somebody's part in the production team who must have caught on to the fact that they're being shipped. I think Lance accepting Keith as the leader was a testament to his growth because he always envied Keith's abilities and started this one-sided rivalry and now he is sort of admitting Keith is competent (which he is imo but just not as a leader). And yes, their new roles barely had any foundation and yes, Keith leaving the team just to become it's leader is a stupid decision on the writers' part, like what makes us viewers think he won't leave again? There is no textual evidence for staying. I think him going solo for a while is inevitable if you think about how much of a loner emo kid with an authority problem and personal baggage he is, he has got shit to sort out (like his mom and being half-Galran) and this self-destructive behaviour fits him, but he should have realised on his journey that he misses the team because they have become family and when he comes back their bond is stronger and he opens up a tiny bit more.

The only thing the Allura Lance romance showed me was how sweet and supportive of a boyfriend Lance could have been to Keith. And you are so right the whole plot shifting towards Allura was so wrong, I wouldn't have complained of that were the case for one of the earlier seasons but the final season should have been about the fucking team as a whole.

I like how the black lion is literally doesn't give a fuck about who is it's paladin. It took a battle to get zarkon out of it's system, it took no time for shiro to pilot it, and then like 5 seconds for it to accept keith. I bet that if lance was actually serious about being a leader and it wasn't just for show, black would let him in.

That brings me to the fact that the show was building up for lance to lead voltron, but then they decided that actually no, keith should be the leader (insane decision, actually unparalleled unhinged behavior, especially at that time)

Keith is a hothead, he's reckless and a loner. The fact that shiro wanted for him to lead voltron was pure nepotism. Lance has great spacial and emotional awareness, he always thinks about the team before he thinks about himself. Yeah he boasts and he's annoying, but he's the sanity of the team, he's the shoulder everyone can rely on in their time of need.

Don't get me wrong, this is not a keith slander post, i absolutely love that emo little shit. But at that point in the story, he was in no way fit to lead and he didn't want to. Lance was better suited for that role, but because of the writers' biases of "he's a comedic relief character" he didn't get to be a fully fledged out character.

[cupcakewebkinz]

Napping in the kitchen~

✿ After Sprout had kidnapped- erm- saved Cosmo, he spent most of the night tending to him. This is the morning after, full of gay shenanigans and fluff, only good vibes :] ✿

✮ Caretaker Shanon au- and now caretaker Sam fr- is mine! ✮

❀ @soupiestzilla look it's more undoomed yaoi, and fruitcake shenanigans (ik you love my Sprout hehe) ❀

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Cosmo sat up slowly, gently grabbing the soft blanket that now covered him in pure drowsy confusion, blinking a few times as he slowly gathered his bearings and tried to understand everything. He then yawned as he rubbed one of his eyes, then looked over at his side. Sprout was there, barely awake, his eyes mostly closed as he shivered. He had a wet rag in his hand, his long leafy hair in a ponytail, and a sleepy content smile on his face.

"Mornin sugar cookie." He said quietly, making Cosmo blink a few more times. He hasn't heard that nickname in years... He blushed as he smiled.

"Good morning, uh, where are we again? I'm certain the walls of Gardenview weren't... Pastel pink.." Cosmo pointed out quietly, watching as Sprout got up from the floor and stretched.

"Sam's house. Sorry I kidnapped you." Came the casual reply from the berry as he strolled to the closet, acting like this was a normal day. Cosmo couldn't blame him though, it was pretty cozy, everything felt safe for the first time in years, and he couldn't help but soon smile a bit himself.

"It's alright, I love you, Sprout." He called out from the bed as he slowly pulled off the fuzzy light green blanket and started to get out of bed, watching his boyfriend as his overgrown leafy tail started wagging.

"I love you too, my sweetie pie~" Sprout happily replied, sounding a bit more excited as he turned around, looking right back at the now standing swissroll. Cosmo couldn't help but smile wide at that, his own lil tail wagging a little bit as he looked at his sleepily happy partner. He missed this- they missed this- they missed each other so much.

"Wanna go make breakfast with me?" Cosmo asked quietly, getting a laugh and nod from Sprout, who was way too hyper for his own good from just seeing his favorite person back up and acting normal.

"Hell yeah! I'd always want to make breakfast with you!" Sprout cheered, acting uncharacteristically cheerful and full of life. Cosmo couldn't lie, it was fucking precious, even though his tiredness was pretty obvious. He wondered if Sprout got any sleep last night... He was certain he didn't, he looked rough. Though he didn't ask as he walked over, offering his hand to the tired Berry man, and once he took it, the two were off... Until Cosmo realized he had NO idea where he was going and was just standing in the hallway. Sprout just chuckled a little before he took the lead, leading him right to the pretty massive kitchen for the small house they were in.

"Woah... This is such a nice kitchen!" Cosmo complimented, looking over all the modern appliances and lots of cabinets, even running over and looking over the island in the middle of the huge kitchen area. Sprout just watched quietly, giggling at the overly enthusiastic swissroll as he looked over everything.

"Sam's a baker, so they have quite a lot of stuff, I actually help them run their bakery when I'm not with Shells and Vee." Sprout explained as he went over and sat on one of the barstools around the island, putting the rag he was holding the entire time down on it. He then rubbed his eyes a little, but Cosmo didn't notice that one bit as he was on a counter, looking at all of the various mixing bowls Sam had.

"Really?! That's so cool! I'm so happy for you! How are they doing, anyways? I haven't talked to either Vee or Shelly in... I think a year now?" Cosmo asked, getting a snort of surprise from Sprout.

"Cosmo... It's been... Over ten... They're... They're pretty happy though, they call each other wife now and Vee went from being scared of acting outside of the whole annoying "arrogant tv host" act to being herself around everyone though. Dude she really likes dogs... And dinosaurs... Oh and glitter, Vee coats everything in glitter now, except Shelly. Shelly's pretty much the same though, always happy and giving those dinosaur hugs to everyone she sees. It's been pretty nice honestly." Sprout explained, watching Cosmo as he got everything out for pancake making, though he did notice the other was starting to give him an odd look.

"Hey what happened to always scolding me for standing on the counters?" Cosmo teased, making Sprout snort and giggle.

"I've been watching you, dummy. I know you're not being stupid... Keep it that way or I'll ban you from the counters here too." Sprout teased right back, then yawned as he rubbed his eyes again. Cosmo squinted, soon sitting on the counter, mixing bowl plopped on his lap.

"Did you sleep AT ALL last night?" Cosmo asked, getting a defeated sigh in reply.

"I was scared if I fell asleep, it would've been a dream I would've woken up from and you wouldn't be there anymore..." Sprout confessed quietly, getting a worried sigh from Cosmo as he slid off the counter, then put the bowl on there before he went right to Sprout's side. He just gently gave him a hug, letting the exhausted Berry snuggle up against him.

"Sprout... I'm here now, I'm real, I won't leave here without you I promise. None of this is a dream, I swear." Cosmo softly reassured, reaching up and gently flicking one of Sprout's bangs out of his face afterwards. Sprout just chuckled at that, blowing a raspberry at him afterwards.

"I will once we eat breakfast, it's the most important meal of the day. Is that fair?"

"Only if we cuddle." Cosmo demanded, sticking out his own tongue at him afterwards. Sprout just poked it, making Cosmo cringe a bit before he was a giggling disaster.

"Obviously we'll cuddle, what nap is good without cuddles?!" Sprout replied as he patted Cosmo's head, then yawned yet again. Cosmo just nodded, though before he left to actually start making breakfast, he ruffled Sprout's ponytail with a chaotic little giggle. Sprout faked being offended while Cosmo ran off, now laughing.

"Your hair is so fun now!"

"You and Vee both agree on that one... I have been debating keeping it long, it's kinda fun having it up." Sprout said as he fixed his ponytail a bit, then he put his head back in his hands, watching Cosmo as he happily started making the pancake batter he always made in the mornings back in Gardenview- just much less since he's only feeding three people now.

"I think it looks nice no matter what you do with it, though I can't lie, it's really funny seeing you out of all toons with a ponytail. I'm guessing it's keeping it out of your face?" Cosmo asked as he quickly yet quietly started to get the pan ready for the pancakes, just giving Sam a quick wave when they came in.

"Yeah, it goes right in my face if it's not up, I actually woke up thinking I was blind twice because of it. Good morning by the way, Sam." Sprout explained, getting just a simple nod from the two.

"Morning idiots, don't burn my house down please." Sam stated as they just made themselves a cup of iced coffee, getting nods from the two before Sprout yawned and stretched, while Cosmo just started on the first pancake.

"Don't worry, I won't burn a thing!" Cosmo reassured, making Sprout raise an eyebrow.

"Not even your fingers?"

"Nope, I won't burn a thing." Cosmo reassured yet again, getting a sleepy yet amused grin from Sprout as he sat up again.

"You better be telling the truth, I don't want to fight the pancakes for hurting you. I'll even bash it with a chair." Sprout teased, making Cosmo burst out laughing while Sam just held back a laugh and sighed, shaking their head.

"You two are so stupid." Sam simply commented before leaving again, getting a shrug from Sprout. He knew they loved them, though he knew they also never really said that. Cosmo just focused on making breakfast, humming to himself and being in his own little world, and Sprout couldn't help but admire that. Well, he did until he fell asleep, having fallen asleep as he sat at the island. Cosmo had absolutely no idea, just having his fun as he did one of his favorite things to do.

"We should see if the other two want to come over sometime, maybe we all can make cookies together again, wouldn't that be fun?" Cosmo asked, oblivious. Though after getting no reply for a minute, he got concerned and tuned to look at the other, who was very much asleep and using his arms as a pillow, his face buried deep in the fuzzy sleeves of his sweater. Cosmo blinked at the sight, then chuckled and shook his head, going right back to cooking quietly since he knew he would be fine napping there for now. Though once breakfast was made, Cosmo went over and very gently woke him up again.

"Hey, come on, you need to lay down." Cosmo softly ushered, getting just a drowsy little "m'kay" in response, and soon the cakeroll was leading a very sleepy strawberry to the living room. Once Sprout was comfortable on the couch though, he was out yet again, being way too tired to function. Sam just covered him up with a blanket and patted his head, looking at Cosmo afterwards.

"He still worries about everyone way too much, huh? Didn't sleep at all last night because he was worrying about you again?" They asked, and he just nodded.

"He was worried I wasn't real, or something like that. With everything that apparently happened though, I can't blame him, especially if it really has been ten years." Cosmo explained, making Sam nod in understanding as they patted his sweet little cake head.

"Yeah it has been ten years since Gardenview closed, that's true. However, how do we know you're not a fake, huh?" Sam teased, though Cosmo just grinned innocently.

"You said "fuck you you little shit" to the oven after Sprout forgot to turn it off right in front of Delilah and she forever teased you about swearing at work so you never did it again." Cosmo stated, making Sam sigh as they looked away, now blushing from complete embarrassment.

"You win little buddy, you're definitely the real one. Welcome home."

"Thank you... Uh... Could you tell me everything I missed though? It seems like a lot happened..."

"Of course, come over here and sit down with me, it's going to take a while." Sam replied, patting the chair they were on. Soon the two were just catching up on everything, both just quietly chatting away as Sprout finally got some much needed sleep... Just... Without waking up coated in glitter this time.

Fortunately.

[tgd-sideblog]

this started as a reblog but actually i'm not gonna put this is on someone else's post bc i don't say this to pick an argument with any specific poster. But I'm seeing people tossing around slightly condescending posts about how people who were unsatisfied with the depiction of the team's grief in the latest ep just don't understand that grief is more complex than the world stopping so people can endlessly sob etc so I wanted to elaborate why imo the show didn't adequately deliver on the grief front.

The issue I have with the depiction of grief isn't that I don't know grief can be hard to talk about or that Eddie couldn't realistically leave Chris for an indefinite period of time until a date was set for the funeral or I'm too stupid to get the subtext of Buck isn't outwardly breaking down because he's trying to keep it together to support the team.

The issue is there's only two more episodes left in the season and instead of the impact on the 118 they spent half of the episode immediately after Bobby's death on a seeming irrelevant dead baby plotline (which was either a hint at Bobby still to be revealed as not in that coffin [in which case I think they've messed up the pacing of that storyline and if they do pull a resurrection twist they'll still have wasted the oppotunity of exploring reactions to Bobby's apparent death], a dig at the audience, or to show Athena that denial isn't a healthy way of coping with grief which doesn't make sense as a narrative choice because there was no indication she was in denial for there to be value added by a subplot about confronting that), so, having made that questionable choice, they've now only got two episodes left to cram in:

Chimney's survivors guilt

Presumably more Athena stuff (like deciding if she wants to continue with the house)

The new captain of the 118 (needs at least some groundwork even though they could easily hold off in confirming a permanent captain until next season)

Eddie chosing to return to LA and somehow getting his job back even though there's now no Bobby to help (or sending him back to Texas indefinitely to resolve in S9 which opens up a whole other can of worms)

the TWO different emergency plotlines which have been teased at least one which will likely be a big finale emergency

And somehow fit in grief narratives for Hen and Eddie and Buck and Chim who has grieving to do for Bobby seperate from his survivors guilt. they are all main characters who had close relationships with Bobby, they should each be getting personal storylines out of this.

And I just don't see how they can develop all of that with depth in the ~85 minutes remaining to this season*, so things are gonna get dropped and with the prevalance that has been put on big emergencies in recent episodes and the plot related stuff that needs to be wrapped up, it seems like it's going to be the emotional stuff that won't make the cut. People can give a hundred Watsonian justifications for why characters might react in certain ways, but none of that changes that personal grief reactions from Bobby's team have so far had less individual narrative focus than fucking Gerrard and the show has left themselves little room to rectify that.

*Obviously they could pick some of those plot points up in S9 and I would expect the grief to carry over between seasons, but I think killing Bobby off in April and then pausing most of the impact of that until probably well into October (given the limits they'll have on doing character stuff in what will presumably be another big disaster multi-part season opener) would be sloppy pacing that diminishes the emotional impact of Bobby's death. There's a reason when they carried Buck's injury plotline over from S2 to S3 they gave him an embolism so that there would be a recent event to bring the impact and required emotional beats back to relevance rather than expecting people to still be fully engaged with the bombing plotline from months previously.

[vexwerewolf]

IPS-N

Blackbeard: The Blackbeard's representation is tonally at odds with how it's most optimally used. So many people see it as the Berserker Attack-Attack-Attack mech because of SEKHMET when it actually rewards a very measured, considerate playstyle of grabbing enemies, shutting down their reactions and moving them out of position.

Raleigh: The Raleigh has a niche that it comfortably occupies now, but I feel like it's illustrative that it didn't find this niche until the Stortebeker came along and provided the power fantasy that everyone thought they were getting with the Raleigh the first time they saw it.

Tortuga: Cool you made The Mech That Is Good At Everything and its literal only weakness is it's a bit slow, one of Lancer's easiest problems to fix? The Tortuga is without a doubt my favourite mech and even I think it needs to be nerfed a little.

Vlad: The Vlad is an all-around excellent close combat frame hampered by a slightly unfocused and lackluster toolset. What is the Impact Lance doing here? Why would I ever use Webjaw Snare?

SSC

Black Witch: "My core power is that if my ally is a CQB mech like the Tortuga, they get to do no damage for a turn and then eat 6d6 damage to the face." Mag Field is so easily circumvented by just not firing into it - or, if a PC is inside it, firing into it a bunch to pump its damage. Also for a piece of pinnacle gear that costs 3 SP, Black ICE Module just... doesn't have enough punch.

Death's Head: As Zee Bashew would put it, "I get to spend one whole turn imagining how hard I'm going to hit this enemy instead of actually taking the turn to hit this enemy." You have to spend your entire turn focusing on an enemy for the potential to roll a ton of extra damage if you crit. Remember that the Railgun, the Death's Head's signature weapon, is an area weapon and bonus damage is halved for multi-target attacks. The enemy can also shut off this extra damage by being in any form of cover. Bad core power. Possibly the worst.

HORUS

Goblin: So I get to spend a Quick Action to lose my action economy and get my friend and I heatgunned and AoE'd to death? And it ends if either of us get Stunned? And this is what I have to spend my core battery on?

Hydra: Hello yes I am The Mech That Procs Twenty Bazingillion Saves, which is why my Save Target is the lowest possible starting Save Target in the entire game. Also my action economy is consumed by handling all these drones but I also have to be an off-striker for some reason!

Manticore: I wish they'd never put that fucking meme trait on this thing. I never fucking hear the end of the stupid fucking LMAO EXPLODE jokes.

Minotaur: Genuinely, what is the power fantasy here? I look at the Minotaur and I struggle to understand what precisely I'm supposed to be imagining myself doing when I pilot it. Couple this with a powerful equipment package, but on a frame that doesn't feel fun or interesting to play, this is a license you dip into to get something important for a completely different frame.

Harrison Armory

Napoleon: So I can spend my core power to just not play the game?

Saladin: This frame has the opposite problem to the Minotaur. It has a very, very clear power fantasy - "create a bubble of impenetrable safety for my friends" - and goes absolutely hard on it. You then discover that being permanently immobilised or slowed and having to spend most of your actions maintaining the bubbles with very little else to do is miserable. The power fantasy is so well-defined you end up discovering why it's not very fun.

You know I glaze Lancer a lot but I really gotta say there are some design issues I feel certain frames have and I should talk about them sometime

[narcissusinvain]

okay so i am a frazzled physics student and watching the final episode of fhjy made me fucking overthink everything so prepare for a long post about arthur aguefort breaking my understanding of special relativity

so arthur says that the jet skis are the size of galaxies - diameters of galaxies range between 3,000-300,000 lightyears, so if I want to be optimistic about the world I'll say this was an especially small galaxy jet ski and assume that the jetski's length is 3,000 light years*. due to the laws of physics, things physically cannot go faster than the speed of light (that we know of). As E=mc^2, as speed reaches the speed of light for objects with large masses (such as a jetski that's 3000 light years long), the mass would tend towards infinity, and so would the energy required to actually move it.

So if we keep the laws of physics in place and assume aguefort travels at about the speed of light (so 3x10^8 meters per second) meaning that for him to travel one length of his jetski it would take about 2999.08 years!** No longer at the beginning of time now HUH arthur

I find this image really funny to imagine, but also according to google if Aguefort wanted to travel faster than the speed of light which lets be real he's a crazy motherfucker and would be doing that, it THEORETICALLY allows backwards time travel because speed and mass and time gets so fucked

So that would mean that he would be travelling backwards through time... starting at the beginning of time... so he would see what happens... before time?

anyway i know probably no one else will care about this but I wanted to do the maths so I'm inflicting my headache onto all of you ty besties xxxx

*light years are units of distance and 1 lightyear is a approx 9.46x10^15 meters. that is 90,000,000,000,000 american football fields. just for some context!!

**I think I worked this out in the frame of reference of the observer, meaning that if Ayda Aguefort was watching Arthur ride a jetski at the dawn of time it would take 3000 years in HER point of view for him to travel the length of his jetski. for HIM it would take only 154 days because of time dilation (if arthur was travelling at 0.999999xthe speed of light) (if my maths is right physics is HARD)

[janiahloveswwe]

So addicting.

Rhea Ripley smut

NOT PROOF READ

author notes: this is a very fast launching smut so yeah it's smut RIGHT away. I'm sorry in advance 😔

Warnings: smut, mommy kink, rough smut, use of mommy, use of a dildo, light choking, slapping, breeding kink. I think that's all.

Rhea Ripley x coquette bimbo! Reader

"on the bed now" Rhea says. She was MAD after her match at wrestlemaina. She needed release and so did you after seeing your Mami so sweaty.

"yes mommy" you say quietly trying not to set her of To much.

She went up to your clothed pussy the sheer silk underwear not helping to hide the wetness. She ripped your underwear off,

"I'll buy you new ones" Rhea said

He went straight to attack your pussy, you bucked you hips up, gripping your fluffy pink pillow Rhea got for you after you begging.

"hmmm mommy to sensitive" you mewl out barely.

"be quiet and take it understand we are just getting started" Rhea groans on your pussy.

The vibrations of her talking was felt so good you were starting to be ate out dumb. You loved when she took control, fuck you dumb with your light pink dildo, eating you out till your eyes were connected with your brain. You lived for it. And loved for seeing you like this your pussy in her face, you not being able to contain your mewls and moans.

"Mami I'm gonna-please can I cum" you say with a breathy moan stuttering just a little.

"cum. Cum all over my face mk baby you can do it" Rhea said teasing you almost shaming a little.

"ohh yess mommy" you moan so loud, you usually would feel embarrassed. Not right now you felt good and Rhea loved when you expressed that.

She laps up your juices on her tongue, she loved how you tasted. So sweet. So good. So addicting.

She licks you clean, then she pulls out your light pink dildo. You saw it and moaned, her pace while fucking you with it was so good. Better than any man. Any woman. She was just better.

"Come here baby" Rhea whispers quietly as she goes up to the headboard of your light pink, bow themed bed.

"ok Mami" you said quietly still going thru after shocks of your powerful orgasm earlier.

You claimed in her lap, she grabbed your hips sinking you down on the 9 inch dildo, it stretched you out so good. You moan quietly, she goes to your neck, kissing it giving you marks your gonna have to cover up later.

She thrusted up into you, hard thrusting. You could barely take it, soon moaning and skin slapping were all that filled your shared pink room with Rhea.

She kept hitting that g-spot right in you, you were so close, and when she felt that she pulled out. She was being mean and you had to take it.

It has been 30 minutes and your legs were burning clit was puffy, core was aching for a release that she wasn't giving you. You needed it. Needed it now.

"aww does my baby want it' Rhea says mocking you as she slaps your face hard. Leaving a mark. you loved how controlling your mommy was.

"mhm please I need to cum" you said core was burning

"cum now" Rhea yells at you.

"ughhhh mommy yesss fuckkkk" you moan loud, probably too loud, but you didn't care you've needed this and she finally gave it to you. You squirted all over the dildo all over your pink silk bedsheets and you and Rhea.

"I love you baby you did so good" Rhea whispers in your ear. Picking you up and starting a bath.

"stay here I'm gonna change the seats ok baby?" Rhea says to you softly.

"ok baby" you say to her.

She goes and changes the sweaty sheets and puts them in the washer. And gets you out the tub. She put your favorite pj's on for you, along with your show. And you went right to sleep next to your girlfriend with whispering sweet nothings in your ear.