#w/w romance

[lilacsandliliess]

I love just slipping in a "good girl" into casual conversation. I love how it makes your brain glitch and how you lose focus briefly. I can only imagine the pretty blush spreading across your cute face. You're so precious, princess

[allthornsnopetals]

You are a Fool E.Bridergton

Description: "I'd rather lose an eye than kiss you." Oh, how the times have changed since, Y/n last exchanged words with Eloise. Perhaps, now Eloise wished to kiss the young lady as Suitors sweep the beauty off her feet.

Warning: 18+ content

Y/n rolls her eyes at the sight of her family home, wishing to be back in Paris, sipping wine and indulging in their fruity society. But she had been summoned home after years receiving education in the city of love, and flamboyance. The season is soon to begin and she were to be wed, and soon, God help the man to court Lady Delacour, and her spicy tastes may.

She grimaced, entering the familiar abode, shouldering off her cloak, and handing it to the servant.

"Y/n, how it is good to finally see you again. I see a young Lady had blossomed, let me get a better look at you." Said Edger, Y/n's eldest brother and heir to the Delacour dynasty, his arms stretched out, waiting for them to be filled.

Y/n grinned, gliding with haste to fill her brother's arms. "It is good to finally have you home!" Another familiar voice, male, called, joining the embrace.

"Hello to you, too, Evon." She chuckles, fighting for air as another and another joins the already crowded hug.

"Hamish, you're poking me." Harwin growls, jabbing his twin brother in the rib.

Due to their fighting, the elder siblings broke a part, all but one watching with amusement. "Stop it! Or I'll knock the sense out of you both, no questions asked!" Edger scolds, pointing his finger in their faces, hunched over like he were their mother.

The boys were two years younger compared to Y/n, but they had grown into young men, taller, too. But still, they beaker, unable to control themselves, even now, seconds after she had returned home. Some things just do not change.

Y/n is the second youngest with two elder brothers and two younger ones, all without a sister for almost eleven years, until now as the season of the debutantes begins, calling for the remaining Lady to be courted. She were not the only woman, for a while, that is. Her mother had kept their family in company for most of Y/n's youth, that was until her passing: childbirth, a scary and terrifying way to die, but it took her final breaths and the opportunity for another sister.

Her passing had driven her family into the dark days, she called it. The days of morning, that drew into months and almost a year before her father had sent her away, unable to bear the face that held his late-wife. Sent away for ten years, until she were eligible for marriage. Any remaining rough edges, had been smoothed over, replaced with rounder, softer and smoother ones, instead.

She were a wild one, even before the passing of her mother. Being sent away surely did her some good, if it also didn't make her miss the french and their stunning cities. Men and women were open about their desires, and encouraged others to indulge in the simplest lust or flame, man or woman, thin or thick, white or black. France is the place of love in different fonts and shapes, Y/n took it a little too literally, with her eyes wandering over from men to women, from women to men.

White, black, she ate. Heavy or light, she ate. Men or women, she ate! French men had a talent of mouth and hands, they preferred head or a work of a gentle hand, oh and how they were talented, or obsessed with ass. The men Y/n spread her wings for, always went for head, fingers, or anal, which she finds divine. The women... Oh Y/n doesn't know where to begin, they were skilled with finding the pleasure of their sexual partner, and always aroused some unknown kink.

But now, she were home and a dinner party is to be held in her return, all close to her family is to attend, and Y/n is to get ready.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Not, too tight, is it?" Asked Daisy, your hand maiden, tightening Y/n's corset. She made a small attempt to smile.

"Is my waist, not slim enough?" She asks instead of replying to her question. Daisy simply nods, loosening the reins of the fabric.

A shaky breath of short relief slips past her lips, her eyes closing with a hand smoothing over her stomach, glad the presser had subsided. Y/n had never been one for corsets, always finding them ridiculous, like a certain someone, whom her cheeks still burn for: Eloise Bridergtion, the first person to ever reject a simple peck to the cheek.

"I'd rather lose an eye than kiss you."

She grinned at the last and final memory she shared with her, so young and sure both girls and boys had cooties. Eloise allowed no one, not even her own papa to kiss her cheek or hold her hand. She was so paranoid, she wore gloves to prevent some sort of plague, she were sure it was real.

"Emerald green or sapphire blue." Daisy said, allowing Y/n to peer inside the two containers.

She wondered for some time, biting her lip as she thought. "I have jewels that would look fabulous with the blue gown," She says, gliding her fingers over the fabric. "Sapphire blue, please."

After a few moments, she was ready. Her hair flowed freely, decorated with blue flowers as a half crown. A wide diamond necklace, rounder her neck with pearl sized sapphires clipped to her ears. Daisy worked at staining her lips a shade of cherry wine before tinting her cheeks with peach blush. Lastly her slippers slipped on her feet with a dab of floral perfume on her neck, wrists and jaw.

"Your thoughts, ma'am." Said Daisy, allowing Y/n to admire her work in the vanity mirror.

"Wonderful as always. Come for me when the party begins."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Stop fiddling, you look like a fool." Violet hissed, forcing Eloise to stand up straight and still, for the most part.

"She is nervous, mama. She hasn't seen Y/n for many years, afraid she might not recognize her." Said Daphne, sipping her sparkly liquid, sure to be alcohol.

Eloise stuck her tongue out, not even trying to hide her immature behavior. "Am not. I am perfectly well, just a bit sweaty that is." She jeered, chugging a glass of liquid courage.

Of course she were nervous, jumping on the balls of her feet with anxiety. She has not seen her dear friend, Y/n for ten years, and still she wished to have allowed her to peck her cheek, goodbye. Perhaps, then she would have had a fond memory and not one filled with tears, and anger. Eloise was more than angry to see her leave, and even depressed at not snagging herself a kiss, even if it were an innocent peck on the cheek. She would have cherished it, like her books. She thought of her everyday, staring out the window, hoping to see Y/n walk to steps to her door, but that hope was just that: hope. She thought herself foolish for some time, that was until the invention to the Delacour Mansion arrived, speaking of a welcome home ball for the only daughter, Y/n Eliza Delacour.

Eloise near fainted. She were to see her friend again! To hear her voice again! To finally fill the duo to a trio, once more: her, Pen and Y/n. The golden girls back together again.

But even with such electricity, it were hard on Eloise to not pick up her skirts and run for the hills, and dunk her head in a bucket of cold ice water. For her thoughts have always been far from platonic for Lady Y/n, a girl she wished to have shared a kiss with before her departure, regretting her poorly chosen words.

"I'd rather lose an eye than kiss you."

Eloise still remembered the hot tears streaming down her cheeks, as if it were yesterday, the guilt still so fresh. She was sure she had lost a friend.

"Well, she's right there. If you are so clear minded, go say hello to her." Daphne stepped aside, allowing Eloise to a route to Y/n.

"Righty then, I will." She huffed, sticking up her nose, and marching off.

Oh what the fuck! She thought gliding her way towards Y/n, dodging bodies and frantic house guests, all bubbling with the return of the sapphire of House Delacour.

As she drew closer, the more frightened Eloise became, terror eating at her. Completely ignore Hyacinth, thundering towards her with Gregory hot on her toes. It was far too late, she was already pooling forward, her arms outstretched, lips releasing a gasp.

But the impact to the hard cool floor did not come, she lay comfortably in a set of arms, holding her steadily, combing back runaway hair. "El?" Her stomach churned, the voice so familiar her stomach had a wakened.

Eloise's throat ran dry and tight, her eyes meeting the gaze of her old friend, her cheeks burning with an embarrassed grin, curving her lips. Y/n steered a sound of surprise and excitement, pulling her into her arms.

"It is you! Thank goodness! I almost didn't recognize you. I missed you and Pen. Talking about Pen, where is she?" Y/n mutters, her breath fanning Eloise's ear.

Eloise swallows hard.

I almost didn't recognize you.

Perhaps, she did fear that Y/n would be unable to identify her, thinking she had forgotten the way she looked. But that fear slowly faded as she sank into her arms, taking in her scent with a sharp breath: Oranges, lemons and pomegranates. Oh, how she missed her. She held onto for a moment longer, until the thought of Penelope whisked her mind.

Pulling a part, Eloise avoided Y/n's gaze. As if she knew something were wrong Y/n guided both her and Eloise to the library, where no one was allowed in, making sure to shut the door behind them.

"Ellie, what happened when I was away? Why is Pen not by your side?" Once the words were out, she felt a fool for asking such things.

"There was a falling out." Said Y/n, now knowing why the two peas were not together.

Eloise bit back a tear, nodding in clarification. Y/n sighed, taking her place in her arms, stroking her hair, pulling out built up tears that welled up inside her. No golden girls, after all.

She wept, holding her so tightly, it could break Y/n ribs.

"Tell me what happened." Y/n sat them both down at the cushioned love seat near the back, hidden from anyone who were to burst in.

Eloise sniffled, her hand held into hers, a smile gracing her lips. "You were always the nurse, always caring about us before yourself. Always patching us up with gentle hands and warm arms, never taking a moment peace for yourself." She laughs wetly, wiping her tears with the back of her gloved hand.

Y/n tsk's, swatting her hand from her face, wanting her not to ruin her make up, wiping her salty river away with her finger tips, their gaze finding one another. "Don't, you'll ruin your gloves." She pulls the fabric from Eloise's hands, placing them on the small coffee table, rolling her thumb over her open palm, an old habit, too good for her to ridden.

Eloise shook her head. "No, just tell me everything about Paris and your travels. I want to know. You must have had the best time." She forced a smile, squeezing Y/n's hands, wanting to change the subject.

"Only if you inform me of what happened." Her tone was cool, almost demanding, Eloise didn't recognize the woman in front of her. Couldn't decipher who she was, yes she looked the same—almost, if it weren't for the sudden bloom of her breasts—and even acted the same, with habits she still lingered with and nature she has long but permanently made one with herself. But she were all grown up now, mature and knowing, bold and daring with her tone, her chin held high, eyes leveled and commanding.

Her heart gave a giddy squeeze, if she were to stare at her any longer, Eloise would spill all her secrets. But not tonight, only for tonight she were to explain the happenings between her and Penelope.

She began with her interest in the unmasking of Lady Whistledown, from there everything progressively got worse and impossibly worse, that Y/n had rang for tea, biscuits and all sorts of sweets, sucked away from her own ball, too invested of what she were hearing. Eloise paused, gulping as if she were nervous for the following words.

"If I don't unmask this anonymous author, everyone in town would know... They'll know that I'm," She chokes, head buried in Y/n's lap, soothed by her elegant lull, her fingers combing through her hair. "Say, no more. Pen thinks it unwise to identify, Lady Whistledown. And she won't help it's sim-

"No! I know she is Lady Whistledown— I feel it in my bones and she will ruin me if everyone knew," She lashes out of her lap, tears streaming down her face. "Knew what?" Y/n coaxes her back into her, wiping her tears away, staring down at her.

Eloise sniffles, choking, blowing her nose in a handkerchief. "If everyone knew I were lesbian. Y/n it will ruin my family, greatly."

Silence followed, Y/n frozen, staring down with her eyes agape. Eloise swallowed harshly, fear running through her. Before she could say anything, Y/n was already moving, standing, and beginning to pace, warming herself near the fire.

"Times have really never changed, here?" Y/n gaped, panic rising in her like a forest fire. "Anyone identified as queer would be ruined, even their families... I should have never returned, I should have stayed in Paris, be free to be who I wished. Eloise, would Lady Whistledown, target anyone with queer traits."

"It's Lady Whistledown, what do you think?"

"Noooo, I need to pack and leave. Run back to Paris. Fake my death?" Y/n was beginning to sound crazy to Eloise.

Why is she panicking? Unless... "You're queer..." It sounded more like a question than a statement. Y/n stomps over to her hastily, cupping her hand over her lips, hovering over her, pressing her into the cushions.

"Must you speak so loudly. And if you must know, I'm bisexual. I have been aware of my fruity tastes for a long while, even far before my trip to Paris, only there did I explode myself, if you understand what I mean." She was so close, Eloise could smell her, her scent so intoxicating.

She slowly, slid her palm away, rolling her thumb over her lips, almost relishing in the feeling. "Tell no one." Her voice, smooth and oddly sweet, in her ears.

"Tell, no one got it." Eloise nods, cheeks burning a vibrant pink. "You're blushing. El, do I make you blush?" Y/n grins, leaning closer, her breath tickling her lips.

Her breathing rose, strangling Eloise, realizing if she to move, even in the slightest her lips would meet Y/n's.

Kiss me, god just kiss me. Release me of this burden.

With no answer, Y/n lent into her shoulder, snatching the exposed skin between her lips, bodies pressed together.

"Would, you rather lose an eye than kiss me." Said Y/n, her words passing through Eloise's skin.

Eloise sucked air into her lungs, tilting Y/n's chin, her eyes meeting hers. "I did not mean what I said then. I wanted you to kiss me, take me with you, be with you. Y/n I have hungered for you, for so long," She paused, gaze taking in every detail of the beauty in her view.

"I feared you'll never return, and I'll starve without you. You're my water and my meal, I'll go parch and go hungry without you. No, I'd rather not lose an eye than kiss you." Her words hung in the gap, so true, it made Y/n's heart dance.

Without another word, she dragged her chin, her lips meeting Y/n's. Eloise moaned, fire bubbling in her stomach, a whizzing boom going off in her ears. Fireworks, booming in the distance, sparks flying. She has been waiting for this, waiting for the right kiss, and this was it. In its gentleness something exciting happened, life.

She couldn't stop the smile, glad she had chosen to keep both her eyes and kiss the girl she has been starving for, for so long. "What are you smiling about?" Asked Y/n, breaking the kiss and grinning down at her.

"Nothing, truly." Eloise giggled, thumb grazing Y/n's lips. "Kiss me again." She orders, pulling Y/n back down, slamming her lips against hers.

Hers hands wander down her back, groping Y/n's ass, rewarding her a gasp, allowing a way past her lips.

Y/n straightens herself up, gasping for air, Eloise's hands gripping her hips. "Have you had sex with a woman before?" Eloise's eyes widened, her lips plump and red. "No... Not at all."

"Have you touched yourself." Y/n removed her gloves, tossing them aside, undoing her dress. "Yes, I have." She grinned, pulling her dress over her head.

"Do you wish to have sex?" She asked, stiffing a laugh at Eloise's reaction to her almost bare body.

She didn't say a word, but nodded frantically, working on her own dress, sitting up to allow Y/n to pull it off her. Once removed, their lips met again, a bit sloppily but Eloise wasn't really taking her time, to high on the moment.

Eloise desperately worked at Y/n's corset, wanting it off as Y/n took her time, knowing the thread of corset with her eyes closed. "Slow down, El. I'm going nowhere." She pants against her lips, noting her lids were already lust shot.

"Calm yourself." She tosses her corset before doing the same to Eloise's. Chest bare for only a minute, before Eloise latches her lips to her left nipple, sucking and licking with her right accompanied by her hand, kneading the flesh.

Rolling her eyes back, her head slowly fell back, moans spilling from her lips. Her hand lingered past her panties, fingers passing her folds, working at her pussy, fucking herself. Biting on her lip, she focuses on pleasing herself, rolling her hips in her own hand, mouth agape. Eloise detaches herself from her breasts, allowing her to fall back, watching her fuck herself, legs spread, gaze locked on hers.

"Come here."

She listens and crawls over to her, watching Y/n remove her digest from her cunt, wet and glossy. "Open," She orders, satisfied as Eloise takes her fingers into her mouth, moaning and sucking on them. "Drink me." She coos, pulling Eloise closer, pulling both their panties off, lining their cunts together before dragging her fingers out of her mouth.

"Grind your pretty little cunt on mine, it will make you feel good." She did not have to do much convincing, for it only took Eloise but a moment to adjust herself, starting to rock her hips.

"Like that?" She asks, moving slowly. "Just a bit to the le-"

She threw her head back, Eloise resting her head on her shoulder, moaning as she gripped her ass, speeding up her pace. Y/n held her close, rocking her hips against hers, rubbing their sex together, in a tangle of limbs. Humping harder and harder, Eloise was cutting it close to the edge but Y/n was just getting started, if the two were to both wish to orgasm tonight, it will be a long night indeed.

[blackvoidspace]

When she was wicked

I can't believe this, I won so hard! Look at them!! And I don't wanna hear a bad word about Masali, so if you all have nothing but nice words to say, keep them to yourself.

[urlezgf]

Can we all imagine right now having a lesbian sleep over !!! All of us in our cute/sexy pjs . It starts getting all hot and maybe we get a little high and we’re all naked and things start getting hot and heavy … moans … wet pussy sounds … tits ..girl cocks … nipples..cum…. Boobs and ass… mmm pussy

[gezelligs-world]

Moments With You (Pt.1)

(Bada Lee x Fem!Reader)

Warning: NSFW

MOMENT 1

It's past midnight already but you're still working on a specific report on your laptop. You heard Bada getting up at your shared bed and hugging you from behind.

"When will you finish? It's already morning." Bada said, eyeing the report you're making.

"I'm almost done Sweetface. Go to sleep, you have class tomorrow." You replied, caressing her hair for a short period of time and went back to typing again. Bada whispered at the loss of warmth. She slammed your laptop making you glare at her.

"Do you know how expensive Macbook is these days— Hey!" You yelped when Bada picked you up in bridal style.

"Hey woman! I need to finish that report!" Bada put you down on the bed and covered your figures with a duvet.

"Young lady, it's already 3 in the morning. I don't take 'no' for an answer." She cuddled you on her chest and closed her eyes. You huffed in response.

"Jerk." You whispered.

"I heard that." Bada said, tightening her grip around you.

MOMENT 2

You have a day off and decided to use it today. You're watching episode 5 of Street Woman Fighter 2 at yours and Bada's shared penthouse. You're at the part where the other crews choose BEBE as the most likely to get eliminated. You don't hate the other crews, you understand that it's a competition and they need to be fair when it comes to choosing. You hear your phone rang and you already know who it is.

"Did you watch episode 5? I heard it already got aired." Bada asked but you know she's dissapointed at herself deep inside.

"Want me to cook you your favorite meal?" You asked. You can hear silent sniffs but you stay silent.

"Yes...yes please. I also want hugs and kisses" Bada whispered.

"Alright alright, drive safe." You hung up the phone and went to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients.

Hours later, you heard the door open. Bada is home. You heard footsteps approaching your figure and two arms wrapping around your waist.

"Sorry I took too long, the traffic is worse today." Bada murmured against your neck, putting a couple of pecks there.

"It's alright." There's a minute of silence until you decide to speak again.

"Are you alright now?" You asked.

"When I was at the set? No. But now that I'm home, I'm feeling much better." You smiled at her response.

"That's good to hear." You replied, caressing her cheek.

"You are what you are. Don't let others opinions define you." You whispered, kissing her under her left eye.

MOMENT 3

"No." You said sitting with your arms crossed, staring at Bada with a stern face. Bada looked at you with her puppy(wolf) eyes.

"Please? I saw it at the store and immediately thought of you." You looked at the dress again and then at Bada. It's a wine-colored satin dress with a slit on the right side.

"I thought you don't like me wearing dresses?" You asked.

"I love seeing you in dresses Bae, I just don't like the boys staring at you. However, it's just me that will get to see you in this dress so I have no problem." You sighed. You took the dress and went to your shared bedroom to change.

You went out of your bedroom and saw Bada sitting on the coach, patiently waiting. When she heard heels clicking, which she also bought for you, she looked up and paused for a while.

"You okay there, Sweetface?" You asked. Bada motioned you to come closer to her and wrap her arms around your waist.

"You're breathtaking." She whispered, putting her chin on your tummy and looked up at you.

"You say that to me everyday." You chuckled, caressing her hair.

"It's true." She replied, pulling your arms towards her, making you strangle on her lap.

Bada leaned in and kissed you with so much affection with her arms wrapped around you. She began to kiss your neck to your collarbone making you hitch your breath.

"I'm not done yet." Bada said, unbuttoning her polo.

She lays you down on the couch and removes your heels while staring at you with a smirk. She hovered above you and began to kiss you again.

MOMENT 4

You woke up in the middle of the night, no longer feeling Bada's arms around you. You looked towards the window and saw Bada standing there with a robe on, admiring the silent city beneath your penthouse. You grab the duvet and wrap it around your body. You approach her and hug her from behind.

"It's late, why are you still up?" You asked.

"Just woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep anymore." Bada responded. She put her arm around your shoulders and both of you admired your surroundings.

"I'm so lucky to have you." Bada said, looking at you with so much love.

"Same as I." You smiled and put your head on her chest.

"What if I didn't get to meet you?" Bada stared down at you, waiting for your answer.

"Maybe you and Howl will be the one dating instead of me." You joked but Bada took it seriously.

"Bae, Howl knows that I'm into girls. And no one ever caught my attention at one glance except for you." You rolled your eyes at her statement.

"Since when did you become so cheesy." You replied, tickling her sides.

"Only for you Bae— Stop that tickles!"

MOMENT 5

"Looking pretty, Sweetface." You said, filming Bada while she's getting her makeup done. You visited Bada during the filming of 'Smoke' for the Class Mission.

"Stop it, we're in public." You laughed at Bada's blushing face. The makeup artist also joining in.

"I saw the other leaders makeup, they look so creepy." You jokingly said, making Bada laugh.

"Is it really?" You nodded.

Bada stood up and went to the rack where the clothes is hanged. She grab two outfits and stood in front of you.

"This or this?" You analyze the outfit carefully.

"This outfit and use this bandana." You answered. Bada nodded and went to change. Couple of minutes later, Bada went out with her outfit. You approached her while smiling in satisfaction, fixing the bandana on her head.

"You look handsomely stunning." Bada chuckled and pecked your lips when the makeup artist is not looking.

"You can go outside to check the filming or rest there at the couch." Bada reminded you as she opened the door. She paused for a while and turned to you.

"I love you." She immediately closed the door leaving you chuckling.

[shoyoackerman]

“they’re just friends why are you shipping them” “you’ve never heard of bromance” “they’re not gay”

Tell that to the directors, writers and artist who barely put any energy into the supposed love interest of the show/movie. Like the two characters who aren’t supposed to be shipped and are friends only, are literally dying for each other and expressing love in subtle or niche ways only the other person would know.

Whilst the mc and love interest chemistry is drier than the fcking sun.

so uh blame the writes and directors for being lowkey (highkey) shippers

This obviously isn’t for every canon ship, since some are rlly well written. But like theirs a reason fans are shipping characters together.

[bouncybongfairy]

That's My Thing

Lou Langston x Drunk!Fem Reader

Summary: You get jealous that Lou let Daisy light her Cig. Which leads the two of you to have make-up sex on her apartment.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @redactedbutch

TW: Drunk Sex, Fingering, Nipple Play

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You were sitting in the passenger seat of Lou’s pick up, tipsy and frustrated. She was sitting on a bar stool and you were standing between her legs. Back pressed against the bar, arms wrapped around her neck. You were giggling and flirting into her ear, she was getting increasingly touchy. When you turned around you were practically sitting in her lap while taking a shot; she ran her hands up and down your hips and sides. Squeezing the soft fat on your hips in her rough fingers.

Everything was going great until you came back from the bathroom and saw Daisy lighting Lou’s cigarette. That was your thing, whenever she needed a smoke Lou would put it in her mouth and wait for you. No matter how long you took or what you were doing, she always expected you to stop and give her a light. Even though it was such a little act of servitude, it meant a lot to you. Watching her eyebrows furrow, her face become illuminated by the glow of the fire.

Always taking a nice deep drag, muttering out a line of appreciation like ‘thanks baby’ or ‘what a good girl’ while exhaling smoke. Maybe it was just because you were drunkenly over thinking but it infuriated you that Daisy took any opportunity you had to please Lou. To serve her in the most basic ways because that’s exactly what she deserves for working so hard. Lou knew she was the one who’d drive home so she didn’t drink too much.

Knowing this, you drank enough for both of them. She wrapped her arm around your waist and helped you up the stairs and into the apartment. She knew there was something off, normally you were all over her when you’re drunk. Usually hiccupping and giggling while pulling at her belt. Lou sat on the couch kicking her shoes off just to watch you bend over and pick them up. She whistled which normally sent you into a fit of laughter; you didn’t even notice which concerned her.

She got up and pulled you onto her lap, your knees on the outside of her thighs. You melt onto her, resting your cheek on her shoulder. Closing your eyes and taking deep inhales of her scent, nearly forgetting that you were so jealous and sexually frustrated. You played and tugged on her carabiner that was hanging off the left side of her belt loop while she spoke.

“What’s wrong baby,” she asked while running her hand up and down your back.

“Why did you let Daisy light your cigarette?’ you mumble into the skin of her neck.

“That’s what this is about, you didn’t like that huh?” she asked while comforting you.

“No, that what -hiccup- I’m the one who lights your cigarettes,” you practically whine.

“Yeah? Why?” Lou knew why but she wanted to hear you say it.

“Because I like taking care of you and doing like… everything you need. I love you so much and I don’t want anyone else to do anything that pleases or -hiccup- satisfies your need,” you said.

“Aww I see, you just wanna eat up all my attention like you can’t get enough of it, hmmm?” Lou said, getting the half smoked Newport from behind her ear and putting it between her lips, “i’m waiting,” she said, smacking the bare skin on your ass which made you jump.

You reached down and grabbed the lighter from the coffee table. Lou wanted to bend you over right there and rail you with her fingers but knew she’d get more satisfaction out of teasing until you were a drippy, achy mess. She was overwhelmed with emotion while you brought the flame to her lips. Fog completely wrapped around her brain, all she could think about was you. She loved that you were so obsessed with her, always hanging off her arm.

Loving her so deep that she could feel it within her chest and bones. Normally Lou took on the caretaker role as the masc in the relationship but it was opposite in this case. You constantly wanted to take care of Lou, brushing her hair after the shower. Cutting her nails, making sure she had lunch packed and made for work. Never letting her come home to a dirty apartment and rubbing her back to sleep almost every night. All Lou wanted to do was please you, touching and groping you gave her so much satisfaction and release.

She’d never been treated like a princess before and you being so nurturing made her so deeply infatuated with you. No matter how rough and sadistically she was fucking into your sex you always remained so gentle. Like you were thanking her for pushing your body beyond its limits, bruising her cervix while whispering vile things into her ear. After talking things out, you were back to your bubbly self, nipping at Lou’s ear, eventually taking your shirt off which got her attention.

“Hold this for me and don’t let it ash on the couch, hear me?” She said, handing you the cig and focusing her attention on your chest.

She used her thumbs to flick over your hard and swollen nipples for a while. Your hips jerked while you moaned and whimpered into her ear. Body already so reactive to her hands, you gasped and cried out while she pinched and rolled your nipples between her fingers. Your state of inebriation made the sounds that came from you unfiltered. Throwing the stupid cig onto the ashtray. She moved one of her hands down and up into your skirt.

At first she was massaging your swollen clit with her finger but you couldn’t contain yourself anymore. Grabbing her wrist with both hands and grinding against your hand. Rubbing your wet folds against her fingers, occasionally slipping two in just to feel you squeeze your walls around the digits. Lou purposely keeping your legs apart, spreading your wetness all over your greedy sex. Your legs were beginning to shake, and your thrusts were becoming sporadic and wild.

She took one of your nipples into her mouth and began flicking her tongue; knowing it would send you over the edge. She almost came in her pants while watching you squirt onto her jeans. Biting onto her neck while riding out your orgasm. You collapsed onto her lap, still straddling her but letting your head rest on her shoulder. Panting and wiping the sweat off your face using Lou’s shirt. So worn out that you didn’t even notice that Lou was chuckling to herself, standing the two of you up from the couch.

“Awe, you think we're done babe? Holy shit you are adorable,” she said, grabbing your ass and spreading you while carrying you to the bedroom.

[screensavorstudios]

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[bbygirlneeds]

need to be in a pretty girls lap making out while she plays with my tits please

[ryatsdollface]

the things i would give to have a gf 🥲 please

[dramastream]

KILL BOKSOON (2023) dir. Byun Sung-hyun

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Melissa Schemmenti Masterlist

Mommy… Master List

Approach at your own risk… smut =* extra smutty =**

One Shots

My Comfort Person Woman

Rest, My Cucciolina

Spoiled Soft Blurb

Mel’s Terms of Endearment Headcanons

Tension Snaps at PECSA ~Melissa xBarbara*

Giving into Temptation*

Gagging Kink with Melissa Schemmenti*

Spicy Fantasies ~Larissa xMelissa xReader*

Rough Sex Fetish with Melissa Schemmenti*

Falling for You ~Melissa xFem AndrogynousPresenting!SoftButch!New Teacher!Reader

Take My Word, My Word Is Truth ~Top!Melissa Schemmenti xFem Partner!Switch!Reader*

Mommy Knows Best ~Dark!Mommy!Melissa Schemmenti xFem CollegeStudent!Reader**

Look Me in the Eyes*

You Can’t Corrupt What’s Corrupted ~Dom!Melissa Schemmenti xFem Sub!NewTeacher!Reader*

High Society ~Melissa Schemmenti x Emily Prentiss(Lauren Reynolds) xFem Younger!Spy!Reader (High Society AU)

It Ain’t My Fault*

Oh and I take Requests, so hit me up with your ideas 😉 Requests & Prompt-List

[blackvoidspace]

"In every life there is a turning point. A moment so tremendous, so sharp and clear that one feels as if one’s been hit in the chest, all the breath knocked out, and one knows, absolutely knows without the merest hint of a shadow of a doubt that one’s life will never be the same.

For Michaela Stirling, that moment came the first time she laid eyes on Francesca Bridgerton."

[urlezgf]

Is it bad that I want someone to look at me and be madly in love with me and I’m madly in love with her too ???

Can you tell I’m a hopeless romantic

[colourstreakgryffin]

Charlie Morningstar × Wednesday Addams, please🙏

We all love the cheery colorful sunshine babe x the goth dark mean babe trope. Don’t we! But hey, this’ll be quite interesting, let’s try it out! I don’t know if you want it to be romantic but anyhow

Charlotte Morningstar- Colour Allergy

“Honey!”

Charlotte or usually nickname ‘Charlie’, your beloved cheerful smiley long-term girlfriend, coos out lovingly and happy as yourself is examining her brand newly modelled Hotel curiously from afar with your infamous dead silent endless scowl, since the vibrant colours make you feel ill. Besides that, the building’s decent. Despite how goth and blunt and dark you are, you deeply care for Charlie and seeing her happy is…

It feels weird but it feels good as well so you continue to make her happy via whatever you can do for her. Your black heels click with lifeless eyes dropping from the multitude of paintings and regal red silky curtains and mahogany red walls to locate the voice of your beloved

Properly facing her with your scowl somewhat dropping, softening in equal happiness. Your elegant yet almost ghostly movements making your pretty long black noose-tied-ending braids sway slightly

Charlie already takes your gorgeous braids in her hands briefly to move ‘em off your shoulders to study your beautiful monochrome-makeupped face enamoured before she gives you a BIG loving embrace

You’re getting use to this type of affection… but you did choose to date Charlie so you reciprocate the best you can, despite that positive feelings are icky to you. Your hands lay over her back and your head is nuzzles against her neck, breathing in her scent and close enough to bite it since biting is your version of affection

Charlie merely giggles the sharp but also comforting contact off inbetween a surprised little moan at the small shock of pleasure that shoots through her, still happily hugging you since she is the type who adores all types of affection, especially from her cute but gaunt monochromatic girlfriend! Her hands tracing up and down your back, on your pretty old-timey also somewhat ‘creepy’-styled black and white dress

“Do you like the Hotel?”

Biting and knawing without going too far is how you show your love for Charlie so you’re nomming on her neck as she lovingly asks for your opinion on her project coming to life. Liking the feeling of her long light blonde dual-banded ponytail slightly brushing against your own pitch black braids with your every little weave in to better embrace her

She’s use to this style of affection from you, so she tries to swallow down any little cute noises she may let out, mainly of surprise and delight, upon being nommed on. It’s so nice, she loves knowing you love her as much as she loves you and that you support her dream

Thankfully, her ladies’suit’s collar will hide the evidence of love you’ve left branded on her. Not that she’d be ashamed of it but she does need to be professional incase any guests come in! She doesn’t plan to hide that you’re her partner though and she loves the feeling of your bite marks on her neck

As she likes it when you mark her~

Charlie gives you a soft kiss on your forehead when slightly leaning down since she is a much taller woman than most ladies, even in this fiery torturous realm. Her smile basically painted on her pretty snowy white delicate face, making you want to mimic that smile despite how much of a brooding elegant lady of the darkness you are

Charlie has such an infectious personality, something of the many things you love this Princess for. She can even the biggest irredeemable prick smile and be loveable as a person. She pulls away softly, her black lipstick-tinted lips leaving her own tinge of love on your soft pale skin. Her slightly bigger clawed hands on your shoulders as she speaks up

Her gorgeous blood red eyes tracing over your beautiful soft face like her own and over how her lipstick has marked you like the red fang markings on her neck has marked her. It’s mutual, it’s equal and it shows that you both love each other so damn much, despite how opposing your personality is to Charlie’s

“I do”

Charlie smiles pleased when you answer with your monotone yet calm voice, after those few moments of silence and her eyes locked with your dark ones, overflowing with so much love and joy and adoration for you, holding your hands in hers gladly as whilst you seem so bored and unhappy with her, you’re not. You just aren’t the best with experiencing emotions and expressing yourself but you’re trying your best for her

It doesn’t mean you won’t stop being a Addams because you are one to your core. You’re just comprising for her sake since you love this Morningstar

Charlie legit smoothly spins with you, just to redirect you towards the pretty clean wooden receptionist desk with her hands laced through tightly in yours as she is so excited and gleeful that you like her Hotel and that you’re supporting her, despite how much of a irritable sharp introvert you are. You’re doing this for her and she couldn’t love you even more for it!

Bringing both you and her to the polished flat wooden surface with rhythmic steps, so you two can begin with the duties of starting up the Hotel before any of Charlie’s staff or her single actual client together as you always do. You do everything with Charlotte and you like it that way, even if you don’t word it

Charlie meets your eyes once more when you both stop in place in sync, glowing with her hyperactive cheery energy and it’s so beautiful to you. Even if you remain stoic and express no real response, she knows you care for her and you’re fully listening to her. She likes to talk to you and likes the way you quietly listen to her

She feels heard and that sugary high is addictive!

“Really?! Awww! Thank you, sweetie! I worked so hard on this for you and for us! At this rate, everybody will be smiling and happy in Heaven!”

[w-wquotes]

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