#THEY'RE SHORT SQUAT AND BIG RIBS!!!

[ghouljams]

Regency soap is a fucknasty bodice ripper, pulling his mean ol darling aside to fuck some manners back into her and make her walk back into the party with his cum dripping out of her. Her pretty dress is all ruffled and her hair is a little mussed and he just watches with a shiteating grin as she tries to compose herself and make it look like she didnt just get her brain fucked out😔

-maus🐭

I love a good bodice ripper tbh, and that is the genre that Regency Soap has landed himself squarely in. Which is so good for me. I mean, so so good. God I actually have two ideas for fic, I might noodle on the other one later but here's the first

Johnny's fingers fumble with the knot on your stays, thick fingers and blunt nails digging into the lacing with grumbled swears. Your skin prickles with heat, he's so close to you, just a breath away really. Your body reacts to him so quickly, so greedily, he's only just gotten back to town and you ache for him more than you had in the month he was gone. You're glad he hauled you off to your room, though you're loath to tell him that.

"Bloody fucking bust," He grumbles, his nail slipping against the tight knot again.

"It's not a bust," You tell him, smoothing your hands from his biceps to try and take over, "they're stays."

"Don't need to know what it is," He shifts his grip, grabbing either side of your ribs to hold you still. He presses his mouth to the lacing, teeth scraping the strings, biting them with a tight hold. Your fingers grip his hair, your breath coming quick, you can barely feel the warmth of his mouth through the fabric but his teeth? You can feel the dull pressure of them, just at the same moment you feel Johnny jerk his head and hear the tell tale sound of ripping fabric. Johnny's breathing hard his eyes dark, when you look down at what remains of your laces. "Just need to know how to get it off," He breathes, his eyes fixed on your chest, "Oh my bonnie love."

You don't have time to snap at him, or really respond at all before his he's grabbed your chest in two big handfuls. He pushes his face between your breasts, turning his head to kiss the swell of one, then the other, as your stays are forced open.

"You're paying to fix that," You try to keep your tone annoyed, try to grumble and push at his head. You can feel Johnny smile, before his mouth opens and he's sucking at the soft skin of your chest, his fingers squeezing your breast tight enough to ache. He tips his head, moving to suck at one of your nipples, and you let out a short quiet whine.

"Shouldnae be wearin' 'em," He murmurs, laving his tongue over your nipple, pinching the other between calloused fingers, "shouldnae be wearin' anythin' when ya greet your husband."

You open your mouth to respond and he bites you, your back arches to force your chest further against his mouth, your lips closing tight to stem off the noise you make. Heat pools between your legs and Johnny hums, letting go with a chuckle. You don't have a moment to collect yourself, he pulls away only enough to squat down and grab you around your middle, lifting you quick to toss you on the bed. You scramble not to roll off, scramble to get your bearings as he grabs your ankle and drags you back where he wants you. You push yourself up onto your elbows as he parts your legs, forcing your chemise to pool around your hips.

"Johnny, wait, my parents," You push at him with your foot, your voice dropped to a whisper. Johnny pushes your legs apart again, and clicks his tongue admonishingly.

"Now, now, wife. I have to check, make sure you've been taking care of my pussy properly." He grips your hips tight and pulls them to the end of the bed, "if you're worried about your da hearin', ya might want to be quiet."

You smack your hand over your lips, just in time for Johnny to lick a hot, wet, stripe over your cunt.