#lesbian imagine

[busylickingsatansballs]

Climb inside of me.

Nell Jackson x reader

Summary: Nell left you, will you give her a chance to make explain herself.

Notes: it only took me an hour, it's based off of a poem.

Inspired by the song Again - Noah Cyrus and XXXTENTACION

It hurt in a way you’d never felt before when she left, like grieving a missing limb. And then she’d died that pain was multiplied to the point of suffocation.

Then one night at the Talbot you saw her swan in the same way she left and your head started to spin.

She was back. And real, not something you’d made up in my head to ease the grief.

You jump up and head for the front door heart pounding in your ears. Disappearing without so much as a back glance.

It killed her. So she’d asked Roxy to talk to you being too much of a coward to do it herself.

Roxy raced down the next day practically begging you to go see her. No doubt Nell had asked her to but you’d refused to let yourself even be entertained by the idea.

“she wants to see you ya know”  your head was already shaking side to side before she’d finished.

“She made her choice, she can just deal with it Roxy.” You had a very that was that tone as you fixed your hair, hands smoothing over your dress.

So Roxy didn’t waste her breath asking twice.

Fingers twist the material at your side, something you only did when nervous.

She’d frozen a second, hesitated like she wanted to say more but didn’t.

Knowing you were putting on a front deep down you wanted to see her, she relayed the message anyway.

The deflated look in Nell’s eyes when you refused to see her, broke her heart.

Muttering a sorry as she patted Nell in passing.

Nell couldn’t sleep that night. No matter how much she tossed and turned, fingers twisting in the sheets the gnawing, absence never settled.

Your face wouldn’t leave her mind.

You were best friends why couldn’t you forgive her?

Or at least you used to be before she ruined everything. There was no expectation of easiness but time had made her forgetful of your stubborn nature.

She’d get you back even if it killed her.

 You’d grown up together, she wasn’t going to be stupid enough to let you go twice.

You the educated daughter of a wealthy doctor and Nell the uneducated daughter of a tavern owner.

She had no idea what you even saw in her sometimes but my god did she want to be seen by you.

You’d even slept in the same bed growing up, all snuggled up close under fading candle light fingers tight around your waist and Nell tried to pretend that it didn’t mean anything.

The delicate way you brushed your fingers over her features, faces just inches apart leaning close as you whispered to avoid waking anyone.

You consumed her. Lit the spark in her chest, she burned for you.  

That burn bled into your everyday lives, she could barely contain herself when the local men tried their luck. It was met with a polite decline from yourself or Nell threatening to beat the infatuation out of any boy who mustered up the courage to try.

Nell sometimes caught herself wishing she was a boy it would make everything so easy.

She’d make a good husband. Nobody would ever hurt you, make you cry or take advantage of your kindness again.

She’d always known she wasn’t like most girls and you only made it more obvious.

The thoughts started to scare her becoming more intense as you aged. So she’d done the only thing she could and married Jackson leaving as soon as possible. He was a good man, had understood her situation. Understood he was her way out.

Understood she would never be a normal wife.

You’d been heartbroken, friends your whole lives and not even a goodbye.

One day she was there and the next gone like a ghost.

Nell Jackson had broken your heart.

Eyes darting back and forth between your notes ignoring the burn in your eyes,

Thumbs rub them blurry but Nell’s face doesn’t leave your mind.

Your stomach twists with excitement as you finish writing a possible cure for a disease you’d been working on.

She seemed to be a lot of places you were lately.

You grown suspicious, suspecting Roxy of foul play sometimes but lacked the proper evidence to accuse.

You always found an excuse to leave. She didn’t need us, didn’t need you.

You’d avoided Nell for weeks, Roxy thought it was silly you opting to drink at home throwing yourself into your work.

Couldn’t you see that they needed you? Nell needed you?

You’d see the girls in passing but not as before, it was hard and you missed them but you all needed the space you’d convince yourself to ease the guilt.

You leaned back in your office chair stretching tired limbs throwing the book to the growing pile as you enjoy the silence.

It would be dark in a few hours so you wanted to enjoy the last few hours of sunlight in peace.

You’d earned a rest. Earned a break from your inner torment even if just for a moment.

Being the towns doctors daughter, people came to you all hours for help.

 You didn’t mind of course.

You were a sweetheart and the town loved you for it, beautiful, clever and exceptionally wealthy you had it all.

Well except a husband. But who wanted one of those?

Men were loud, rough and selfish. None of which appealed to you, women were soft, warm and smelled good.

Life would be so much easier if you could marry each other.

You often caught yourself wondering what it would be like curling up next to someone soft and warm..

A shake of your head puts a stop to that train of thought.

Those thoughts were for later, when it was dark and you could pretend your hand  was possessed, working of it’s own volition under your night gown. The thoughts that clouded your mind were put there by the devil himself to torment you.

You caved every time.

Especially these last few weeks you’d find Nell’s face creeping in more.

Which only made it harder to look at her.

You’d had proposals from all sorts of men looking to marry into your family, the ones looking for love. The ones who wanted money, the ones who wanted to use your brilliance for their own selfish reasons.

You turned them all down.

 One of the few lucky enough to have parents that didn’t care much about marriage marrying for love themselves.

The knock on your door startles, bringing you back to reality. You aren’t expecting anybody but then again you suppose you never were.

You look though the peephole, squinting till Nell’s features came into focus.

You swing the door open with more force than needed, Nell blinks in surprise.

“what do you want?” you know you sound rude, you try not to care.

 Hurt flashes over her features but it’s so fleeting you could have imagined it.

“well a hello wouldn’t go a miss”  irritation brews in your chest but it’s overshadowed with the ache of missing her.

You wanted to cry, bury your head in her neck and never let go.

“if I wanted to say hello I’d have called.” You quip cheeks hot.

You turn before she can see heading back the way you came with Nell at your heels.

You think you hear her close the door behind you.

You hope she has, it was hardly the safest village.

It doesn’t take long before your back in your office sitting back at your work station.

“figured I’d save you the trouble”  she stops awkwardly in the middle of the room taking it all in.

The overwhelming rows of books, ingredients. Scribbled notes scattering the table, Nell doesn’t think she’s ever seen so many books in her life.

“that why you’re here, to say hello?” your words come out thin and pinched, you find yourself silently cringing at your own voice.

If Nell notices she doesn’t say anything.

“Yeah well, I missed ya”  her fingers tap against a jar as she stares at the contents.

Your eyes watch Nell’s frame, she moves slow eyes scanning the various bottles and jars filled with all sorts.

“your the one who left” you huff.

“didn’t feel I ‘ad a choice” she’s looking at you now eyes gazing into your own.

“a goodbye would have been nice” you mutter.

“m sorry”

 Nell continues to study your shelves and the silence stretches on.

Too long.

“don’t touch that” your across the room in seconds hand gripping her wrist tightly, alarm in your tone.

Nell jars slightly, looking at your grip on her wrist.

“It’s a paralytic.” You offer, her blank stare let’s you know she doesn’t understand so you carry on.

“you’ll be unable to move, paralysing your body and lungs eventually until you suffocate and die.”

“Cheery” Nell lowers her eyes and you realise with great embarrassment you still haven’t let go of her wrist.

Dropping her wrist you put away the deadly concoctions in sight as a precaution.

“Sorry, I just didn’t want you to die.” You offer lamely.

Nell’s heart sores at your words, you still cared. “I wouldn’t worry about that, I’m magic.” her joke confuses you tone awkward.

Nell knows she sounds lame but she doesn’t know what else to offer.

You meet her gaze properly, her eyes are so pretty.

“did I do something wrong?” Nell’s mind goes blank, how could you ever do anything wrong?

“Course not, why would you think that?” you grip your skirt fingers tightening and untightening. Twisting and pulling until you can’t anymore.

Nell’s grip tightens around your hand gently pulling the offending hand from your already creased skirt.

“because you never said goodbye.” and it sounds like the most childish thing in the world to be upset about.

But you are.

She pulls you in, slowly guiding you until your eye level with her chin.

You daren’t let your eyes stray further. Her hand moves to hold your own squeezing gently.

 “I didn’t want to hurt ya, I had to leave. Had to leave before I did something stupid,” and of course it makes no sense.

“Stupid? I don’t understand” you pull gently, Nell doesn’t let go.

Pushing your wrists down until she’s forced to let go you take a step back.

“Stop talking in riddles and just be honest with me.”

Her brain freezes and she finds her mouth opening and closing without a sound coming out.

And so she does the only thing that she can, she kisses you.

Her lips are soft, warm. Unskilled they work against yours urgently.

Heat shoots down your spine coiling tight in your lower belly as she pushes you gently into the bookshelf behind.

You think you hear something fall but you don’t care. She’s so soft, eager and my god does she smell good.

Gasping for air you reluctantly pull back, releasing a shaky breath foreheads pressed together.  

You think you hear here apologising but it doesn’t register.

How on earth could she be sorry for that?

“I shouldn’t have done that” it’s not an apology but close enough.

“why not?” Nell doesn’t have an answer, you didn’t seem upset which was a win. 

She steps back and you panic.

Nell doesn’t miss it, moving closer to soothe you. “hey I ain’t goin nowhere” relaxing, you nod and step closer.

“it’s going to be dark soon, you should stay.”

Nodding wordlessly, Nell finds herself hypnotised as you lead her upstairs.

Finding herself in your bedroom watching you undress for bed, Nell can’t help but feel like the luckiest person in the world perching on the end of your bed.

You blush turning to find her gaze already on you.

“you sleeping like that?” you gesture towards her outfit. Trousers, boots, hat and a gentleman’s coat.

Pulling off her boots and coat, she hangs her hat over your bedpost, you blow out the candle.

Pushing herself up the bed as you crawled to meet her.

Snuggling up you press your head against her chest as you both get comfortable.

Whatever happened, you had each other. You were home.

[wlw-imagines]

It’s Not What It Looks Like - Eloise Bridgerton/Reader (Bridgerton)

request: “can you make like a eloise bridgerton and her lover get caught?” - anon

a/n: very excited to have the time to be writing again, happy days -- set at beginning/mid season 2 ig?? also regency homophobia? pft the bridgertons are above that shit (mostly... so this is a sprinkling of regency homophobia warning ig but more gay pride really !!)

back to new fresh writing from this year (how is it 2024 wtf) - word count is almost 6k yo + no editing because i do not want to

The two of you giggled like little children as you raced one another up the stairs. Eloise pulled on your arm in an attempt to overtake you but you just about managed to beat her to the spot - despite her cheating tactics. 

You tangled your fingers with hers, holding onto her hand as you opened the door to her room, “We should cause a nuisance to your Mother more often.” You looked over your shoulder and made eye contact as you spoke, grinning mischievously. 

Her cheeks turned a sweet rosy colour as she mirrored your smile, letting go of your hand in favour of wrapping her arms around your waist from behind, her hands rested on your hips.

“Hmm, what a punishment to get sent away to be together.” Eloise expelled an over-dramatic sigh before letting out a light laugh. “After all, we are just doing what we’re told.” She shrugged innocently and moved around you, sitting down and landing on her bed with a bounce.

You laughed, letting your gaze linger across her room, acquainting yourself once more with Eloise’s own space and all the small things that had changed since you were last here, “It seems extremely unlike you to ever do what you are told, my love.” She rolled her eyes with a smile, before patting the space next to her.

“Come here, sit.” She smiled and shifted slightly to the side, “Perhaps close the door first.” You let out a small laugh and turned around, gently pushing the door shut.

Turning back to Eloise, you quirked up an eyebrow and smiled, taking a few steps back to stand in front of her, “Is the door shut so we may have further deep discussions about the poetry you leant me? Because if so-”

As soon as you were close enough, Eloise interrupted you and pulled your body between her legs, pressing against her front. Before you could try to finish your sentence, El had her hand resting on your jaw and had pulled you towards her to kiss you. 

Her kiss was, as always, full of emotion and meaning, though today it was also a kiss with a hint of urgency. You let yourself relax into her as she kept your body firmly against hers in as many ways as possible - craving your touch.

You pulled away gently and rested against her. She closed her eyes and smiled, “I must admit to wanting to do that for the longest time.”

Putting your hand back under her chin, you whispered, “You may do it again, if you so wish.” 

She wrapped her arms around you, rolling and pulling you onto the bed so you were lying on top of her and she giggled, peppering your face with kisses.

“We should be careful, my love.” You said, pursing your lips and glancing at the door as you pushed yourself up. El sighed and pulled you back against her, a slight pout on her lips.

She jutted her chin up slightly in defiance and her pout gave way to a soft smile, “Maybe I do not want to be careful.” 

You let out a small snort and gently raised an eyebrow again, “Hmm,” You pressed a few soft kisses to the corner of her mouth, before moving yourself so you were laying next to her with your legs still across her lap - ignoring her protests. You felt something crackle beneath you and moved to grab it and, upon realising it was the newest Whistledown, you held it out to Eloise, “Did you read the latest gossip?”

She groaned lightly in frustration at your distraction tactics but humoured you all the same, rolling onto her side and propping herself up on her elbow, “I may have been distracted half way through. It arrived just before you did.” Her hand came to rest on your stomach and she gently traced her fingers over the material of your dress.

“Where did you get to?” You asked, the gossip already opened as you re-read the pieces you had seen earlier in the day. Eloise raised her head slightly to look at the paper in your hand and gestured to the third paragraph of the first page.

“Perhaps around there?” She shrugged slightly.

Your eyes widened, “Oh, but you completely missed the best bit!”

“Read it to me?” Eloise asked, looking to you through her eyelashes. You smiled, blushing at the intimacy of the moment. 

“Surely there are more romantic things for me to read to you?”

She just hummed and rested her head against your shoulder, “My heart is so full for you that anything you do makes it beat faster.” 

“You’re very soppy, you know that right?” The blush on your cheeks increased tenfold and you couldn’t resist pressing a soft kiss to her lips, brushing your noses together before moving back slightly.

Before you could get another word out, Eloise’s door burst open and Hyacinth fell into the room, a broad grin on her face. Her eyes skipped around the room, looking for the two of you, “Hello? Sister, please - please may I borrow your silk ribbons for m-

You did your best to scramble up and put a bit more platonic space between yourself and Eloise, “H! Good afterno-”

Eloise lazily rolled over, glancing over her shoulder to see her sister, “Hyacinth? Go away. We were in the middle of-”

Hyacinth cleared her throat and had already begun retreating backwards out of the room, her face bright red, “Oh... I didn’t- Sorry, excuse me.”

Your heart was beating faster now and you called out in an attempt to stop her. You wanted to try to explain that it’s not what it looked like at all, “H, wait-”

“Don’t, just let her go. Stay here with me.” Eloise took your hand and tried to pull you back into her again but you resisted this time.

“No, El, what if she tells someone?”

Eloise sat up next to you with exaggerated effort and huffed, “What would she say? Besides, I still want to do this...” She leant towards you, her hand brushing against your hips as she gently connected her lips with yours, “And you were going to read to me?” She whispered, mere inches away from capturing your lips with hers once more.

“What would she-? Really, my love? What would you say if you were to see... the Duke, for example, practically straddling your sister?”

“Straddling? We weren’t straddling, we were just- It’s not...” The realisation dawned on her as she looked at you and considered the close proximity - her hand on your lower stomach, your legs tangled together. Her face went pale as she whispered, “Oh, fuck. Hyacinth! Sister, it is not what it seems.” She untangled herself from you and jumped off the bed, gathering her skirts as she chased after her sister. “Hyacinth!” 

You took a second to panic before pushing yourself off the bed and you followed El out the room, almost crashing into her back on the landing outside, “Where has she gone?” You asked El, who shrugged and you could see the similar panic in her eyes, mirroring your own.

“Mama!” Hyacinth’s voice drifted to you from below. Your head snapped round to the stairs.

“Bloody hell!” Eloise muttered under her breath, running around you to get to the stairs. She thundered down them and, if you weren’t worried about Hyacinth, then you would have laughed at her complete unladylike stomping.

Hyacinth’s voice wailed again as she looked around for her family, “Mama!”

“Oh my, whatever is the matter?” Violet’s voice joined the mix once Hyacinth had found her, evidently exasperated with all her children’s drama.

“It was Y/N and Eloise! They were... together.”

It felt as though there was an audible eyeroll before the two of you heard a response, “Well, yes, I sent them both upstairs to talk about their books and other such stuff. They were too loud down here with all their... chatter.” Just as she finished talking, both you and Eloise hurtled around the corner and into the sitting room, in which the whole family was sitting.

Eloise quickly - and loudly - voiced her objections to whatever accusations she had been picturing her sister making, “Mother, whatever Hyacinth has just said... she is lying. She is withholding the truth from you, as she often does, and-”

Hyacinth’s nostrils flared slightly in annoyance, “I do not!” She interrupted, frowning over at her sister, who quickly (and childlishly) responded right back.

“Do too!”

“Eloise, be kind to your sister.” Lady Violet quickly put her hands up to signal for the two sisters to stop talking and to find some kind of peace, “Besides, she has said nothing but that the two of you were talking.” She shrugged and began to turn back to the rest of the family but Hyacinth piped up again, more confusion and irritation lacing her voice this time.

You quietly and quickly prayed to any deity listening that Hyacinth’s words wouldn’t be utterly discriminating, you still had a chance to wriggle your way out of any current accusations.

“No, I don’t mean talking.” Hyacinth rolled her eyes and her cheeks turned red, “Mama, you must believe me. They were... together!”

Violet let out a deep breath and shrugged apologetically, “Darling, I do not know what you mean.”

You clear your throat and try to shrug nonchalantly, but ends up an awkward flail, “No one does- I mean, it’s fine. Let us all go back to what we were doing, how about that?” You try to move the conversation on - desperately, you must admit.

Simon raises an eyebrow and tilts his head ever so slightly at you, you blush and shake your head. This immediately causes a smirk to break out on his lips, which he clearly does his best to suppress or to hide but this just brings Daphne’s attention to him. You are sure your blush is a permanent feature now.

“Hyacinth, you always cause such a rush and a chaos, running down here to announce nonsense. What do you mean ‘they are together’?” Daphne herself chooses to chime in, frowning at Simon with a questioning glint in her eye.

Eloise lets out a breathy chuckle and shakes her head, “I rather think she means nothing, so-”

Anthony sighed deeply and in an over-exaggerated manner, leaning his head on his palm before snapping, “No more breath need be wasted on this subject. They were together, so what?” He shrugged, clearly bored of the conversation and fuss, and dropped his hands to his knees.

Eloise brightened up and gestured towards him as she looked and nodded to the rest of her family and then focused her gaze back to Anthony, “Well said, brother!” 

“Eloise!” Colin gasped and you did all you could to suppress a groan of disbelief. Anthony immediately straightened in his seat, a fresh interest lighting up his eyes.

“What?” She looked to you with slight alarm, sensing she had done something wrong.

“Agreeing so vehemently with Anthony? I never thought I’d see the day!” Colin leant forward, looking between Anthony and Eloise. He shrugged, raising an eyebrow, “Well, if my suspicions weren’t first raised by Hyacinth screaming the house down - now they well and truly are.” 

Eloise took a deep breath in and shuffled her feet slifghtly before rolling her eyes, “Sometimes... I occasionally might agree with what he has to say.” She folded her arms tightly across her chest, staring defiantly at Colin.

“No, you don’t.” Anthony challenged, bringing everyone’s attention back to him.

Eloise frowned and gritted her teeth, “Yes, I do.”

He let out a scoff, “No, I am sure that you do not.” 

“I simply insist that I do!” 

You let out a small sigh and sunk down into the armchair next to Simon and Daphne. Simon sent you a glance that, at first one may think was sympathetic, but, upon further inspection, showed he was clearly enjoying your public annihilation. You just glared at him, which made him simply smile. Infuriating man.

Colin stood up between the two of them and gestured to Eloise, “Now look! You can’t even agree as to whether you agree.”

“So, what, pray tell, is going on?” Daphne raised an eyebrow, glancing between you and Simon and clearly clocking the looks you were giving one another.

You reluctantly cleared your throat, deciding now was a good time to take the heat off from Eloise who was clearly struggling, “I promise, nothing untoward is happening here. We were just playing games, weren’t we H?” You smiled over at Hyacinth, begging her with your eyes to just go along with it.

Hyacinth’s eyes lit up, “Like Daph, and the Duke!” You audibly groaned this time. This kid would not take any hints.

VIolet hesitated, her eyes flitting from one daughter to the next, Hyacinth to Daphne to Eloise, before letting out a confused- “What?”

“They were together... like them!” Hyacinth looked slightly triumphant as she pointed across to Simon and Daphne.

Simon raised an eyebrow and shook his head before muttering under his breath, “Oh, no. Please don’t drag us into this.” You wanted to turn to him and stick your tongue out, but realised that was probably not the best move to play in this very moment.

“Well, I rather think we should let the two in question answer us.” Daphne stared pointedly at the two of you. 

“Here, here!” Simon quickly chimed in, wearing another annoying smirk on his face as he looked at you.

You were about to attempt to protest but as you opened your mouth Eloise defiantly piped up, “Fine.” She shrugged, as nonchalant as she could be.

“What?” You asked in a low voice with a bit of urgency, looking up at where she was standing above you.

You locked eyes and she nodded, clearly trying to convey a message (of which you had  speaking slowly. “Y/N and I were...” She hesitated and you started to panic, knowing you had to come up with something in order to save her.

“Arguing.” Eloise said at the exact same time as you interjected with- “Dancing.”

Eloise swirled back around to look at you, “Dancing? Why in the heavens would we be dancing?” She all but hissed and you looked at her with equal confusion.

“Your sister and her husband dance together... I don’t know?” You rolled your eyes before gesturing at her as you stood up, “Better, in my lowly opinion, than arguing.” 

“I had a plan! If you just let me say it then we would be fine right now.” She lowered her voice - as if that would stop everyone (who all had their eyes glued to the pair of you) from hearing your conversation.

You shook your head, “Eloise, you were floundering!” 

“I was not.” El all but stomped her foot, “I was... pausing for dramatic effect.”

“No, you always do that long pause whenever you are moments away from coming up with a lie. Everyone knows that!” Your voice rose slightly and you gestured to everyone in the room. In your peripheral vision, you could see Daphne raise her eyebrows before nodding. Even if you couldn’t keep the two of you a secret any longer, at least you had the vindication of winning that single point.

You watched as Eloise tried to come up with a rebuttal but, as already established, you were clearly correct. You grinned at her, utterly triumphant, and she just sighed before fondly rolling her eyes and letting her own smile mirror your own.

A clearing of the throat broke the brief silence and Colin’s voice soon followed, “It doesn’t take a genius to understand that the two of you are clearly lying but... really, Y/N? I mean, I must agree. Dancing? Eloise doesn’t dance lest she makes Mother believe she wants to be married off to the unlucky suitor.”

Eloise quickly shifted her glance to Colin and frowned, “I dance.” She insisted at the same time as you moodily grumbled out, “We dance.” and sat back down. To which Colin simply raised an eyebrow and opened his palms.

“Well, in that case, maybe Mother should marry her off to you.” He said and, seconds later, his gaze shifted to one of understanding. He went to open his mouth and shut it moments later.

Hyacinth let out a loud, frustrated sigh and pointed at Colin, “That’s my point! They were behaving like they’re married!”

“Right... I see.” Violet sat up stiffer in her chair and glanced down at her entwined hands before looking up to her daughter, “Hyacinth, go to your room.”

“But-”

Hyacinth went to protest but was quickly shut down with a steely one word response from her mother - “Go.” Reluctantly (and rather sulkily), she retreated out of the family room and stomped up every single stair before shutting the door to her bedroom rather loudly.

Throughout this, Violet’s eyes restlessly moved from her hands, to Eloise, and back, before eventually landing on Eloise completely. “Now, Eloise, I will only ask you this once. Were you- What was it that the two of you were... Tell me what Hyacinth means by...” Her mother danced around the subject, her hands working at the fabric of her dress, until Daphne sighed loudly and moved her body to sit facing Eloise.

“Mother remains to lack a certain skill of talking directly about... certain things. May I ask instead... are the two of you fucking?” She kept eye contact the whole time, hardly reacting as her mother physcially flinched and gasped, her cheeks turning rosy.

“Daphne!” Violet spoke, aghast.

Daphne eventually turned to her mother, “What? You cannot dilly-dally around with such a subject.” She shrugged and turned back to the two of you.

“I... yes. I guess perhaps... that is what I was getting around to in a way.” Violet’s gaze evetually settled on the two of you as well. 

You knew this direct line of questioning (and outing by Eloise’s sister) was going to be slightly harder to avoid than previously. And even then you hadn’t managed to do a convincing job of it. Still, the two of you bravely (stupidly) fought on.

Eloise vehemently shook her head, “I- no! We don’t...” She put her hand on your shoulder, which would normlly be soothing, but you pushed it off, hoping no one saw (they clearly did). “I mean we weren’t-”

You squirmed in your seat slightly. Explaining your relationship with El’s family was not what you had planned for the day, “What Eloise is trying to say is-” Eloise shook her hand at you, trying to forge on with her own sentence.

“To say ‘fucking’ is too-”

Your eyes widened at the way in which this conversation seemed to be going, “Eloise!” You cut her off, cheeks ablaze.

She looked across to you with innocent eyes, “What! I-”

Before she could land you in it even more, you tried to steer this into safer territory - desperate not to have to talk about sex in front of Eloise’s family, “Okay, listen-”

Again, Eloise managed to charge on. You slumped back in your chair, exhausted from trying to keep Eloise under control and away from the topic of fucking, “You know, I find it very interesting that... pleasuring a woman is deemed purely a male pastime and not-”

You let out a groan of frustration and sighed, taking hold of Eloise’s hand and squeezing softly, “El, my love, not the time.” She kept hold of your hand and turned to you. You took this as an opportunity to actually talk, “She meant we were not doing anything of the... sort. We would not even perchance dream of-”

Before you could finish your sentence, yet another Bridgerton was interrupting you. You involuntarily squeezed Eloise’s hand, tense at having to fight off more allegations, “They definitely are... surely. Look at them.” Daphne spoke.

You looked around the room. To Simon, who looked in pain at how much he was having to hold in a laugh. Daphne, who looked victorious. Colin, who still had an annoying, clever (but not unkind) smirk on his face. Anthony, who - in all honestly - couldn’t look much more like he was living a nightmare - perhaps tortured was the word. He was probably not feeling up to dealing with yet another Bridgerton scandal or another duel at dawn (which, for the record, neither were you). And Violet, who had started to return to a more normal colouring in her face, was looking slightly more relaxed - although you still couldn’t really read the woman.

Then... Eloise, who, since you had interrupted her, had been gazing at you. You were fools to believe that you could keep this under wraps. You finally saw her as if you were looking from the outside in and she had the most ridiculous, overpowering, gorgeous love-eyes you had ever seen. You melted in your chair slightly. You’d do anything to not have to give this up.

Eloise squeezed your hand gently and enveloped you in a hug as she was still standing and as you were still sitting, squeezing you into her side. She took a step back and held out both her hands. You hesitated but nodded, slipping your hands into hers.

With her gaze holding yours she nodded, “Yes, fine, we’re fucking.”

“Eloise!” You gasped, letting go of her hands and swatting at her head. She let out a laugh as she ducked away from you. Simon, next to you, finally let out the laugh he had been holding and Daphne quickly joined in. You turned to them, with red cheeks once more, “It’s not funny! Eloise, you’re being crass. And an ass. And anything else that rhymes!”

“I’m just answering the question I was given!” She grinned cheekily, stepping close enough to tempt another attempt at a hit from you, before dodging it just in time and letting out another laugh. You couldn’t help but start to grin at the absurdity of the situations, Eloise laughing wildly as she jumped around you, Simon shaking with laughter next to you. Even Anthony may have let out a small laugh. Maybe.

“Okay, stop, everyone.” Violet’s voice interrupted the slight moment of insanity, “How long has this been going on for?”

Eloise, still slightly puffed out from dodging your attacks, shrugged the question off, “Mother, it’s not-”

“How long?” Violet’s eyes were steely as she raised an eyebrow, tutting when Eloise let the silence stretch on a bit too long.

“Perhaps just a handful of months? Two? Or three. Maybe four?” Eloise’s smile shrank with every word.

“Under my roof?”

You slid back into your seat and quietly mumbled, “Under many a roof, in all fairness.” Although Violet had clearly heard as she frowned.

“What is this?” She asked gesturing between the two of you.

“What do you mean?” Eloise asked, stubborn as always, pushing her mother further than perhaps necessary.

Violet sighed and her eyes raised to the ceiling, “Eloise? Is this just your way of rebelling away from what is expected? From society? From me?” She asked, eyes landing back to Eloise.

“Mother-”

You wished you could bring back the laughter from moments ago. You gritted your teeth, annoyed at the woman you practically saw as your own mother. You hadn’t planned on telling anyone. Really you were going to try to live your whole lives together without anyone finding out. Which, in retrospect, had seemed a bit foolish. But you had hoped that Violet, and the Bridgerton family, of all people would be slightly more free-minded than this.

You stood up, putting yourself between Eloise and Violet, “This isn’t a rebellion.” You huffed out, angrily and frowned at Violet to really prove the point that you were angry at her. As the silence drew on and Eloise didn’t voice her approval of your input, you started to doubt yourself. You slowly turned to Eloise, eyes soft with sudden worry and feeling of self-consciousness, “Is it?”

“Of course not.” She frowned in dismay, shaking her head as she held your chin in her hands for a few moments. She then moved forward so she was shoulder to shoulder with you, “Mother, I- I don’t work to society’s rules. I’m not... it’s not my fault. It’s just me.” 

This was it. This was the make or break. You took in a deep breath and interlinked your fingers with Eloise’s. Stronger together. “El-” You whispered, your heart hammering. Violet had to accept you. She had to.

Violet’s voice came out slightly wobbly, “Eloise, of course it’s not your fault, you just-”

Before Violet could say anything more Eloise interjected, “I love her, I do. I love Y/N. Like you loved Father.” She sniffled slightly. You took a long sideways look at her and squeezed your eyes shut. Come on Violet. “I remember watching and wanting and yearning for what you had, ever since I was young. And I couldn’t understand why I could not even fathom that with any man in the ton. I haven’t known who I am. But I have that with Y/N, I do. You cannot blame me for finding that kind of love with her just because she is not a man, please.” Eloise’s eyes became glossy. You had to give it to her, she always pulled out a good speech. Well... not always actually. But this one was a good one. You squeezed her hand and didn’t stop until Violet answered.

“No, Eloise, I would never.”

“I know it may not seem right to many, but it’s... it’s not my fault... it’s who I am.” Eloise trembled slightly. Violet was on her feet before you knew it.

”Oh, my Eloise.” She herself had watery eyes. You could breathe a bit more easily as she swooped forward and brought Eloise into her arms. You let go of Eloise’s hand to let her wrap her hands around her mother’s waist. After a few moments, Violet pulled back, “Look at me. I know who you are. You’re a Bridgerton. You are one of the strongest people I have ever known. You are not at fault. How could you be when there is nothing to be at fault for?”

“You really think so?” Eloise asked.

Violet held both of Eloise’s clasped in her own, “Of course I do. A love like mine and your father’s, a love like yours, is rare so you have to hold onto it, yes?”

“I will.”

“Come here,” She hugged her again. “You too, Miss Y/L/N. Y/N.” She smiled at you and your face broke into a broad grin as she enveloped you into the hug too. You knew you could rely on her, always. Even if it took a little bit of time. “The two of you deserve the world.”

From the middle of the hug, you heard a soft clearing of a throat and Anthony once again piping up, “I don’t suppose you’ll be providing a dowry?”

Eloise pulled away from the hug, wiping at the tears grouping at the corner of her eyes, “Oh, shove off, Anthony.” She let out a half laugh and a half sob.

“I jest!” He grinned, “Unless...?” He turned to you, raising an eyebrow, a twinkle in his eye.

“I’m sure I have a few pennies to my name.” You smiled and Eloise’s arms circled your waist from behind.

“And I love her for more than just those few pennies!” She shouted over your shoulder, pulling you into her front.

Anthony put a hand on your shoulder and ruffled Eloise’s hair, “I am happy for you.” He finally admitted, a brotherly pride shining in his eyes.

You shifted away, letting Eloise and Anthony have a brief sweet moment (before one of them made a biting remark and it turned to hostility again). You decided to reclaim your seat next to Simon, who, with something akin to brotherly pride, put his arm around your shoulder.

“And I thought Daph and I caused quite the stir.” He grinned, bringing his arm back around to his side.

“Don’t, I’m embarrassed enough as it is.” You wriggled deeper into the settee, willing yourself to forget the majority of the embarrassing things that has just happened. The two of you watched as the present members of the Bridgerton clan all talked at the same time, spitting out jokes and jostling at one another.

Simon followed your gaze to Eloise and let out a deep chuckle, “You’re a rake!” He exclaimed.

You gasped in fake outrage and turned to him, “I am not!” You protested, a smile forming as he continued to laugh and elbow you in the ribs.

“You so are! Worse than me, you rascal.” He smiled, his own gaze settling on his wife, who was tormenting Eloise with ‘girl talk’.

“Stop! I’ve heard the stories of you and Daph. You’ve out-rascaled me ten times over!” You smirked.

He shook his head, “The big rake competition of 1815.” He hummed. You smiled as Eloise came to join you, making you squeeze up to fit herself next to you, as well as letting Daphne fit in her original seat.

As silence descended and everyone started to calm, Violet let out a contended sigh and leant back in her chair, her eyes turning to the settee the four of you were currently squabbling over, “I must say, I’m quite good at this love matching malarkey, aren’t I?” She asked. Everyone immediately stilled and there was a heavy pause before the noise began again.

Anthony raised an eyebrow, “Well, I wouldn’t say that you-”

Daphne let out an exasperated, “Mother!”

Eloise snorted, “You have done nothing to help our love matches!” 

Colin sighed and shook his head, “God help the rest of us...”

Violet decided to ignore all her children and smiled serenely. And at that moment the doors swung open.

“Good afternoon one, good afternoon all, how are we?” Benedict swanned in, immediately clocked a plate of biscuits and helped himself, taking the whole plate in his hands. He munched for a few moments before looking around for an answer. When he didn’t get one from anyone he smiled, “What?” He finished his mouthful and wiped his hand clean before going for another biscuit anyway, “Well, have I missed something?”

There was another long pause before Violet almost burst with the answer, “Y/N and Eloise are together.”

Benedict’s eyes swerved to the two of you, practically sitting in each other’s laps in order to fit on the settee together. He paused before nodding and gesturing in your direction, “Yes, I can see that.”

Violet smiled and shook her head, leaning forward in excitement, “No, like, together together.”

The crease in Benedict’s forehead deepened as he glanced at you again, “Yes... as I say, I can see that quite clearly.” He let out a small laugh, looking around to see if there was some joke he was missing. “Is everyone okay?”

“Oh for goodness sake, can no one in this family communicate properly and succintly?” Daphne fumed, “They are fucking.” 

“Daphne!” You groaned, having prayed that this day couldn’t get more embarrassing for you. And yet there was still more embarrassment to bloody experience. This family was torture (you still would do anything to keep them in your life though, that was clear).

“Okay, can we stop with the crude language?” Violet cast a look to Daphne, before looking at the two of you again with pride, “They are lovers.”

You felt Eloise recoil next to you, “Gross, Mother, no.” She shook her head and only stopped when she saw you looking at her with a raised eyebrow. “What? I mean, I love you but- lovers? Really?”

“Sorry, that’s the big news?” Benedict’s laughed again and his smile grew as he whirled around to look at his whole family again before shaking his head, “Well, obviously! These two are the least subtle ‘lovers’ in the whole bloody world.” 

“Again, with the ‘lovers’.” Eloise muttered next to you.

You smiled and whispered back to her, “Shut up, you love me.” She squeezed your thigh quickly in answer.

“Does anyone actually pay attention to what goes on in this house?” Benedict walked over to the settee you were occupying and leant his elbow on the back of it, taking another biscuit and spreading crumbs as he went.

“Well, I thought we did a splendid job.” Eloise shrugged, removing her hand from your leg and crossing her arms over her chest.

Benedict shook his head, “I’ve seen you kiss at least seven times.”

“You’re counting?” You quirked an eyebrow up, teasing him as he threw his head back to laugh.

“No!” He protested, “I simply mean-”

You jumped up, ready to be the teaser rather than the teased, and grabbed a biscuit of his plate, “Do you keep a little notebook of each time we encounter one another?” You grinned, now finally the one who gets to revel in someone else’s embarrassment.

Eloise snorted, “Dear diary, Eloise and Y/N held hands for seven minutes and forty-two seconds today-”

“Leave me be.” Benedict rolled his eyes good-naturedly and swatted at Eloise as he started to walk away, back out of the family room.

You followed him, taking another biscuit, and continuing Eloise’s joke, “They kissed twice but one was simply a kiss upon the cheek so cannot be counted-”

“And here i was going to offer to be your beard.” He grunted. The rest of the family stayed seated, listening to your conversation.

Your laugh ringed out, “Total kiss-count to date: three.” You mimicked his voice.

“Now that you are essentially a sibling, I am not afraid to kick you down the stairs, you know.” Benedict’s muffled voice came from the bottom of the stairs. Your voices got quieter as you walked to the dining room and Violet looked around the room, smiling brilliantly.

“How marvellous. The family grows!” She winked at Eloise who sighed and left the room, not wanting to be without you now. Violet watched her go and hummed before turning to the rest with a frown, “What is a ‘beard’?”

Anthony took in a deep breath and quickly stood to his feet, “I think dinner is ready.” He cleared his throat and walked out, leaving the rest to slowly join him, and the three of you, at the table.

[greenaway-torres]

I would love to be with a woman who believes her strap is actually a part of her and not just plastic. The way I would tease her with it. Brushing against it when I know she has it on. Running my thumb across it through her pants. Kissing the bulge before I unbuckle her pants. I love it when she gets so weak for me and I barely touched her.

“You like that baby? Want me to put it in my mouth? Then beg.”

[skyyy96]

🎀 Agere imagine: 🎀

It's late at night and it's been a long, hard and exhausting day....Personally, I think its very rude that I'm not being cuddled right now! *POUTS* I'd love nothing more than to have a big bear hug from her right now. I doubt I'd ever let go though; I find her cuddles so warm and comforting that I'd want to stay like that with her for hours.

The way I'd gladly just stay happily in her embrace softly giggling as I run my fingers through the locks of her soft curly hair. Playing with it as I rest my head against her chest, listening to the gentle, rhythmic beats of her heart....As I lay there with her, I would be looking up into her pretty eyes. She sees me yawning and she would notice how tired I looked. She rocks me a little and reads me a bedtime story to settle me down, then checks if I am ready to go to sleep yet or if I wanted more cuddles.

"Does my Angel need to go to sleep soon?" She asks, bringing a fluffy blanket up around us for warmth. I nod, sleepily. But refused to go to bed just yet. I needed the comfort only her cuddles brought to me right now honestly. "Pleaseee....5 more minutes of cuddles!?" I plead, giving her the most adorable smile and puppydog eyes, batting my lashes in an attempt to persuade her. She eventually does give in to my cute little act, and pulls me back in closely towards her for another cuddle.

This time she plants a loving kiss on my forehead, and then my cheeks. We get all comfy in bed, and she wraps her arms protectively around my waist to be my big spoon. I hold onto my favourite teddy bear as we both fall asleep. The soft nightlight on the opposite side of the room creating a rather peaceful sort of late night ambiance in the room around us. "Goodnight my darling girl" She whispers quietly, as to not wake me.😘

[peachestoon2016]

Just the thought of somebody caressing my hair, temple, cheeks, and the side of my nose, lightly grazing my skin, and planting soft kisses on it makes me shiver and head into cuddle space ^-^

Is anyone in cuddle space now so we can be sad together :(

[catras-witchy-girlfriend]

Hi do take requests? If u do i gope u wont mind me requesting for a (it can be poly or seperate.depends on u)Catra & Adora's reaction to a darling who has wings?

Omg! This is an amazing idea!! 💕

(Ps: Hi my dear, I'm sorry this took so long. I originally planned to write Headcannons for Catra and Adora but I've been completely bed ridden with horrible physical pain so I hope it's okay I've only done Catra for now <3)

Catra:

🪽: Your wings and stance make you appear elegant, almost regal in a way that even most of the princesses don't. You're probably the first person in a long time to actually make Catra feel nervous.

🪽: One of the other more helpful things about your wings, other than the obvious flight ability, is that they're spell resistant and protect you from harmful attacks.

🪽: The first time Catra saw your wings for what they truly were, instead of folded behind your back, was when Shadow Weaver tried to electrocute Catra with her magic.

🪽: Catra knew all too well what was to come, so she closed her eyes and braced herself for the familiar shooting pain to strike through her body but it never came.

🪽: Instead she felt a heavy gust of wind blow in front of her and when she looked up all she could see were your raven wings spread out wide in front of her.

🪽: After a short altercation, you turned to face Catra with a scowl on your face, "Well...she's quite the bitch, isn't she?"

🪽: You two laugh about it for a moment before she notices a few burnt feathers where the spell had hit you and went to apologize only for you to laugh it off.

🪽: "Its okay, I lose feathers all the time, least this time it was for a good reason."

🪽: Catra likes to help you care for your wings and even helps you brush out old feathers with her claws.

🪽: You kinda act as her guard dog sometimes, especially when she doesn't want to be bothered, by sticking your wings out in front of her to block her from someone's veiw, or by holding your wings out from behind her to signal to people that she doesn't want to be followed.

🪽: When she's upset you'll both curl up in the safety of your wings as they shield you both from the outside world and you hold her in your arms.

🪽: but most nights when you sleep in her bed you'll just wrap her up in your wings like a big blanket and sleep with her like that.

🪽: Catra has a weird thing where she has to pick up your fallen feathers. She doesn't even like collect them, you always toss the feathers after, but she just can't stand them being on the floor so she has to pick them up behind you.

🪽: Now that would make sense if it was just in the horde, or your shared house, but she even picks them up in places she doesn't need to like the forest or battlefields. They just can't be on the floor!

🪽: and then after she picks all them up she gives them to you to throw away. Lol

🪽: Speaking of your shared house. Catra's not an overly neat person but she will get irritated if your feathers are just scattered all over the place and will threaten to pluck them all off if you don't clean up after yourself.

🪽: but it's all empty threats...

🪽: probably...

🪽: you should probably still pick them all up though...

🍗: just in case...

🪽: Ever since you and Catra started officially dating you dreamed of taking her flying with you and letting her see the world through your eyes way above the clouds, but Catra took a little convincing and even after you convinced her, it still took a few tries.

🪽: "Are you sure you wanna do this? You don't have to if you're still scared."

🪽: "I'm not scared!! Just don't drop me, idiot!"

🪽: "Yeah yeah, I'm not gonna drop you" you sigh spread your large wings as you go behind her, "okay so I'm just gonna wrap my arms around your waist and-!"

🪽: "HOLY SHIT, PUT ME DOWN!!"

🪽: "Catra you're not even a foot off the grou-"

🪽: "I DONT CARE PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN NOW!"

🪽: "Alright, alright, s-stop squirming before I drop you on your ass!!"

🪽: But after sometime you both decided that the best way to get her in the air was probably to do it as fast as possible so--

🪽: You flew up from behind her, grabbed her by her waist, and off into the sky you went.

🪽: "You can open your eyes now, kitten~"

🪽: You obviously couldnt see her face but you could tell by the way she gripped onto you tighter that she had done as you asked.

🪽: "Hey, just trust me, okay? You're safe up here, I promise!"

🪽: You flew slow and steady for her, gracefully taking her above the tree tops.

🪽: "Everything...looks so small from up here."

🪽: "Yeah... actually, is it okay if I take you a bit higher? I wanna show you something cool!"

🪽: You felt her losen her grasp as she relaxed in your arms, "alright, sure."

🪽: With her permission, you flew even higher, the warmth of the sun comforting her as it's rays glimmered against your black feathers.

🪽: When you finally came up on one of the tallest peaks in the crimson waste you gently sat her on the ground before following, your wings coiling around her to pull her closer to you.

🪽: "What do you think?" You asked her barley above a whisper. You had seen the beautiful view multiple times before, but if a stranger had passed by even they would've known that you much more preferred the view of her...

🪽: Catra's eyes were wide with wonder as her tail swished on the ground behind her, "Wow it looks...so much better up here at night," She looks back at you with a mischievous grin, "You almost forget about all the traitors and bloodthirsty criminals down there-"

🪽: "Alright listen to me-" you started jokingly, your hand in a dramatic pose and it made her laugh.

🪽: "No but really, it...it looks nice, princess..."

🪽: You smiled warmly and laid your head on her shoulder as you both admired the glimmering lights of the crimson waste, the cool breeze, and the small specs of people passing by below you.

🪽: A few moments passed when you felt Catra pull you in by your waist and kiss the top of your head as she purred.

🪽: "Thank you for being me here, princess."

🪽: You smiled softly before turning her head so you could place a gentle, loving kiss upon her lips as your hand found her cheek and you lightly caressed it with the pad of your thumb.

🪽: "Anytime, kitten. There are a lot more places I want to show you one day, but for right now, all I want is you..."

[blue---dress]

wet dream last night got me thinking....

i want to fuck a girl that KNOWS she's tight, but wants it so badly... i dreamt up a double-ended tentacle dildo, along with my other toys, one that would slide in easily but be dull enough to just bruise...

the girl i was with was my frenemy, her mom (our teacher/counselor) was just outside, but she needed me so badly she begged me to take her on a mat on the floor. i was the teacher's pet and we needed each other's validation, acknowledgement of the other, a power couple moment, and we had finally given in to the tension

i let the sub pick out what i'd fuck her with, then brought her to orgasm by rutting into her with it over and over, feeling every motion i made pushed back into me...

after she came, she rolled off of the mat and said "now it's my turn". then got on top and rode me until she came again, hair bouncing around her tits, tight and curly. the sex was sloppy, sweaty, desperate for each other.

(the sound of the mattress squeaking woke me up, because it was actually a poster that had come unattached at the corner and was swinging above my head:/ oops)

[nymp21]

It's our dance

Summary : Blake and Yang's first time on the island.

Warning : SMUT +18

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« Where's Yang ?" Asked Blake as she had returned from hunting some food with Ruby.

Weiss turned her head to them and said : "She wanted to take a bath in the ocean."

"Alone ?" responded Ruby with concern.

"Yes obviously as i'm here to watch our stuff." said Weiss sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

The younger woman argued : "Well excuse me ! She could be with...."

"With WHO ? Your imaginary friend ?"

"You..."

"Calm down ladies ! Don't fight, that's the last thing we need right now." interrupted Blake who tried to temporize her two friends.

Weiss snorted and crossed her arms on her chest "Oh and may I know when is the right time to fight then Blake ?"

"What ?"

"You said..."

"I know what I said, it's just a way of speaking ! Now relax, we are going to rest here for the night, it will benefit us for sure"

Weiss didn't respond. They were all exhausted, the Schnee maybe more than the others, her glyphs provided them some shade as they walked under the sun all day. That was the reason she was so susceptible and edgy.

Blake noticed that Weiss was holding a towel in her hands, she asked : "Do you plan to bath too ?"

"What ? Oh, no ! Yang has just forgotten that, so I had planned to go give it to her as soon as you would return."

"I'll go." said the faunus

"As you wish. Ruby can you help me cook these... what is this strange animal you've hunted ?"

"Don't know, seems like a rabbit, but with 4 eyes..." responded the youngest.

Blake didn't hear the rest of the conversation. She was on her way to give her lover the towel she had forgotten. Her lover This title sounded marvellous as she thought about it. She and Yang had confessed their love for each other just a few days ago although they loved each other for a longer time than this. Blake didn't know when she had fallen for the blond, but she did know when she figured out how she felt about her : When they had been separated. When Yang had struggled with her post traumatic stress disorder, had learnt to use her new arm, when Blake had returned to Menagerie. Oh gods how she had missed her ! and how she had been worried about her. But now, now they were all together again, not only Yang and herself but also the team RWBY. They knew it by now : they were stronger when they formed a group, united.

She heard the waves's sound before she saw them. Her hearing sense was very developped but that hasn't helped her to be surprised to see Yang in front of her eyes, emerging from water, some ocean drop all over her body, her NAKED body. Blake blushed hard, extremly flustered and surprised, although she could've anticipated it since Yang needed to be naked to take a bath, OF COURSE.

The blond however didn't seem to be ashamed or embarrased by her current stade. When she saw her partner she wave at her with her valid hand, her proteshetics arm on the floor with her clothes : "Hey Blake." and she ran to her to grab the towel. "Oh thanks for the towel, I didn't want to dressed myself as i'm still wet, it's not good for the health's skin." She took the cloth and began to dry herself unaware of the state Blake was in.

The faunus was paralyzed feeling awkward and simultaneously stunned by the vision her love gave her. Gods she is beautiful !

"How's the hunt going ?" asked Yang after she had wrapped herself in the towel.

Blake didn't respond too flustered and amazed by the scene she had just witnessed.

"Blake ? Love ?"

"uh what ? oh yes very fine ! We hunted a rabbit... sort of."

"Are you alright ?" asked Yang with concern.

"Y... yes ! Don't worry, it's just it's hot here don't you think ?" She was as red as Ruby's cape.

"Do you want to bath ? The water is great !"

"No, no thank you, i'm not very fond of bathing."

Yang smirked as she understood what her girlfriend meant by that.

"I get it, the kitten doesn't like water i see."

"What ? No ! I take shower you know !"

"No way ! And I thought you were licking yourself !" responded the blond, a teasing smile dancing on her lips.

Blake faked to be offended and chased her girlfriend as she began to run to escape the imminent danger Blake represented now she had made fun of her. But the brunette was faster, her agility more effective than strenght on the sand and she jumped on Yang. They both laughed as they ended up on the floor of the beach besides Yang's clothing and faked arm. The sun had begun to go down, the light it darted to them was magnificent. A moment of peace in the chaos they were in. Blake, on top of the blond, stopped laughing, drowning herself deep into the purple gaze of her lover. Their closeness was intoxicating and yet comforting. She could feel the shape of Yang's body beneath the towel, the only barrier that kept the promise of the heaven. Blushing again, but with lust this time, the brunette kissed Yang on the lips. The blond answered it with tenderness and love. The time has stopped as everytime they shared a kiss or a hand brush. These little touches were their peace, their own world where they could let their love and passion express themself purely et truely.

"Does it hurt ?" asked Blake, skiming Yang stump, just upward her elbow.

"Sometimes" the blond admitted "When i don't have the prosthesis, it feels odd, as if my arm's still here."

Blake whatched her with compassion and love as she took the fake arm and started to put it on Yang's stump, slowly and tenderly careful to not hurt the love of her life. She knew it, it was her fault... no ! not her fault ! Adam’s fault ! Yang touches her cheek with her valid hand, as if she understood the struggle Blake was facing.

"I love you" whispered Yang, lips close to Blake's.

"I love you too."

They kissed again slowly, letting the passion grow between them. Yang requested the path between Blake's lips with her tongue, path that the brunette gladly allowed. A dance occured in Blake's mouth and she moaned as Yang nibbled her lip.

"Yang." whispered the faunus.

"Yes ?" asked the blond huskily.

"Here ? Now ?"

Yang stopped herself and watched her girlfriend seriously.

"Only if you want it."

"I want it !" Said Blake more certain that she ever was of something before. "But... i'm scared that i won't be... that i won't be the best partner, that i won't do the right thing and..."

Yang ushed her with a kiss.

"Do you remember our dance ? At the beacon's ball ?" Blake nodded. "it's not as different as a dance." she entwined her fingers with Blake's "It's quite alike you know. I can show you how to follow the music of love... if you allow me."

"Yes i do."

Yang pushed her lover gently the way the brunette straddle her, then she put her hands on Blake's waist. Her fingers were cold, due to the recent bath she had taken earlier, and her metal hand. The brunette shivered at this contact. Then the blond move her hands on the back of her lover, slowly, as if the faunus was just a piece of art that she had to workship and love. And that's exactly how she saw Blake, her most valuable treasure. She was close to take out the brunette's top, but before she asked for her consent with a single look. Blake nodded almost panting with lust and anticipation.

Yang let the cloth on their side, admiring Blake's upper body, naked under her gaze.

"You're magnificent..." she whispered, taking one breast in her left hand. She caressed it tenderly, taking her time as her other hand touched Blake's hip. With delicacy she carressed with her thumb the erect nipple causing Blake to hold a breath, supressing a moan that died in her throat.

"Don't hold back love, this is the music we can dance with."

"Y...Yang." moaned the faunus, biting her lip as her lover was tormenting her with her little brushes. "I need..."

Yang, with mercy, supporting herself on her elbow, took the little bud in her mouth. Blake moaned loudly with gratitude, she coudln't bare any more teasing. Her body was on fire. The blonde ´s other hand rose on her other breast inflicting the same treatment. The brunette was driving crazy. Never had she imagined this could be this pleasurable, this... this fantastic. Yang was doing wonders, only with her mouth and fingers. She nearly screamed when her girlfriend nibbled her nipple, then licked it with the tip of her tongue, slowly at first, doing circle.

"Ah... Y...Yang it's..."

Yang stopped herself worried she had hurt her.

"You're okay ?" She asked.

"Yes! Yes ! Please continue ! It's just, it feels wonderful."

Her girlfriend smiled, proud to herself that she was able to provide her such pleasure. Yang resumed her work going on the other breast and nipple with her mouth. This time she sped her movements with her toungue generating moanings and small cries from the brunette who couldn't hold herself. She was litteraly dying from her touch. What Yang was doing to her was a pure bliss, she was in heaven and yet so close to the sin. But she needed more, her body wanted more, more of this torture, more of Yang on her, more more more. Her panties went wetter and wetter as every licking the blond gave to her nipple, she was feeling the hot breath on it, it was driving her crazy. Yang seemed to understand her torment and stopped to ask.

"Can I remove your pants, please ?"

The question was useless. OF COURSE ! Blake craved for her touch, wanted Yang to ravish her, to possess each part of her body. With clumsy gestures, Blake helped Yang to toss away her cloth causing her to be only on her panties, she was standing, still straddling her though. Yang looked at her with amazed eyes. Then she gently touched her pussy through her undergarments up and down along her entrance. Blake closed her eyes, a small whimper crossed her lips as her mouth was open in bliss.

She heard her love : "As I said : like a dance, I follow your rythm, the music that comes off your beautiful mouth is my conductor. You're my partner, i follow your move, your feelings, and your boundaries. Can i take these off ?"

Blake opened her eyes to see Yang looking at her, hands on her hips, just ready to remove her panties.

"Yes." she murmured "yes please !"

Then, she watched with anticipation, the blond delicatly getting rid of the last piece of her clothing. She was now fully naked before her. She deflected her gaze, too embarrassed to see what she could read in her girlfriend's mind.

"Blake..." whispered Yang "You are so beautiful, and the word doesn't do you justice."

Blake returned her gaze at her lover and smiled, tears in her eyes, greatful.

"I want to eat you out." Suddenly said Yang, eager to taste her lover, eager to taste the wonder promised by this magnificent view. "Please..." she was almost begging Blake. "Sit on my face, if you're okay with it of course. Do you want that ? I can do whatever you want"

Blake nodded, amazed by how Yang always asked for her consent and her pleasure. It was new to her : "Yes, I trust you. I want you. I want you to devour me, I want you to possess me, i'm all yours, body an soul."

"And i'm yours". responded the blond.

Then Blake sat up on Yang's face, she watched as her girlfriend put her hands on her thights, caressing the sensitive skin there. She moaned at the sensation and at the sight of her lover between her legs, that's when she felt Yang's tongue lick her clit, a long lick. The moaned changed to a weak scream. She closed her eyes again

"Holly shit !"

She was unable to hold herself. Yang's tongue was magic, she licked her folds with passion up and down. She also felt her partner breath on her pussy. This was too much for Blake, she was insane ! Lost in lust and pleasure as the blond's mouth ravished her. "You're so wet." praised Yang with tender in her voice.

"A...a... that's all for you baby."

"I hope so !"

"a... I... oh my god !" Her girlfriend just took her clit in her mouth, sucking it. "Y...Yan... Yang !" This brought her waves of pleasure as if electricity was running in all her core. The sucking was replaced with another lap, then another. The tongue was devoring her. Then another move made her scream in pleasure : She felt Yang's finger on her nipples. Unable to control herself, she grabbed Yang scalp and hanged on on it. Yang moaned in her cunt at the feelings of Blake ´s fingers grabbing roughly on her skull. This encouraged her to speed up her movement with her tongue, she penetrated it in Blake's folds applying pressure on her walls, the reaction was expected : She jolted with pleasure. She continued this in a rougher rythm, the music done by her girlfriend ´s mouth was divine to hear. She alternated this movement, the sucking on her clit, the licking and still caressed her nipples. She knew Blake was close to her orgasm, she could feel it.

"Yang ! I.. I'm close, please... d... d... don't stop !"

Yang obeyed with joy, all she wanted was to make her lover come, so she sped up again the move, moaning at her girlfriend taste and smell. Then it happened.

"YANG !" Screamed Blake as she came hard, all of her muscles trembled, her walls clenched and her juices recovered Yang's mouth and nose. This was it : the climax of the dance, the embrass of ectasy. If Yang hadn't suit herself to catch her, Blake would have collapsed on the floor. But her lover wanted to hug her, the goddess she had just ate out deserved more than the floor to recover from her bliss.

She let her catch her breath and slowing her heartbeat, caressing her back, kissing her shoulder and jaw.

"Are you alright ?" She ended up asking.

"Are you kidding ? I'm better than alright ! I'm... Gods Yang you're incredible !"

"I know." said the blond with a smug smile on her face. Blake poked her.

"Silly." She chuckled "How can i rival with you !?"

"You are not forced t..."

Blake interrupted her : "I want to. I want to make you mine, I want everyone to know that I succeed to make Yang Xiao Long come undone my touch."

Yang whimpered at her words. God, she didn't know her partner could turned her on more than she was now justem with words, but she was wrong.

"Okay..." she whispered.

Blake bend to kiss her. The brunette felt strange to taste herself on her girlfriend's lips but she liked it. It was like a proof she was hers and only hers.

"What do you want, say it to me." she asked.

"I... whatever you want to do. I'm fine wi...."

"No. You what do YOU want. That's about you baby. I want to please you."

Yang blushed. She hadn't thought of it. Because all of she wanted was here, she wanted Blake everywhere on her. Just Blake and only Blake, her skin against her skin, her lips, her fingers, her heartbeat synchronized with her.

"I want your mouth on my clit, and your fingers in me... if you're comfortable to do it."

Blake smiled. "It would be my pleasure."

Then she kissed the blond with passion requesting path with her tongue. Yang let her, happy to feel their tongue dancing together. She moaned at the kiss. Then Blake opened the towel revealing Yang's naked body that she already had a glimpse earlier. She traced the shape of her form, her ribs, her navel, her belly, her abs so tempting, she even kissed them, elicting a moan from the blond.

"You are stunning Yang."

The concerned didn"t respond, savoring the torture her girlfriend was doing to her. Then she felt the slim fingers touch her breast and she let out a long moan of pleasure. Then Blake withdrew her hands, just brushed her skin, tormenting her more, with a teasing smile on her lips.

"Blake please, don't tease, I want you down there..."

"Is that so ?"

"Blaaake !"

She chuckled, but as she looked at her love, she saw the illness of desire in her eyes, she was panting, sweating, arching her back to gain more touch, more sensation. Blake wasn't a cruel person and she wanted to make Yang come so badly, she obliged herself to go down on her.

Arrived just above the blond’s pussy she touched it with a finger, caressing the sensitive lips, familiaring herself with this forbidden fruit that she was going to claim.

"B... Blake." moaned Yang.

Then she hold a breath when the brunette enter a finger slowly. They moaned in unison. Yang because of the pleasure this conquerant finger provided to her, and Blake because of the sensation of this hot wet treasure around her finger. She wanted more. She wanted to eat it, this was juicy, appealing. Without more wait, she put her mouth on it. She's delicious more than she ever imagined. Of course she already had been fantazing about Yang, how could it not be ? She was so sexy, so pure, so herself ! And her pussy was... gods she hadn't got any word to describe the taste of her lover.

Yang couln't stop moaning as she felt Blake's tongue toy with her clit. Each lick sent her over the edge. Blake's was good, very good at it. And she hadn't move her finger yet ! God Yang was already so close to come. She needed to breathe, but the air was intoxicating.

"Oh my god Blake, you're amazing !"

Blake humed in response, not wanting to detached herself of her lovely task. She was savoring her fruit with eagerness and passion. She loved it. Then she moved slowly her index in her girl folds.

"OH GODS!" The reaction was a pure bliss to hear. Blake smiled in Yang's cunt, happy with the effect she had on her.

She continued her move, speeding up a little bit to the pleasure of Yang who was madly drowning in lust. She was so wet it was obcene. Blake inserted another finger in her partner and the moan Yang gave her as a reward was the best trophy she got tonight.

"Blake please... faster."

She obeyed enjoying each sound made by the love of her life, each taste she discovered on her clit, she was now sucking. The wet noises of her back and forth in her lover's pussy were encouraging her and driving her crazy. She was aroused by it. But that was about Yang now, and she wanted badly to make her come ! to make her quake under her. She increased the speed of her fingers and tongue.

"Oh god ! Blake... i'm going to... don't stop don't stop don't..."

And then, Blake felt Yang tremble as her walls clunched arount her fingers. She tasted her juices with a happy moan as her lover was still trembling, her orgasm seemed to last longer. Then she collapsed back on the floor.

"Oh my... that... i can't... form... any coherent sentence right now."

Blake chuckled going up on Yang's body, droping a kiss at each part of her. Then she kissed her lips tenderly.

"You were wrong." said the faunus.

"About ?" said a still panting Yang.

"About the dance at Beacon ball.

The blond arched an eybrow. Blake added : "It was better a dance."

Her partner smiled and kissed the top of her head.

"You're right. But still it was a dance."

"It was our dance."

..............

"About time !" said Weiss seing the two lovebirds coming back from the beach. "I thought you had drowned !"

"What were you doing ?"asked Ruby.

Yang and Blake looked at each others.

"We were dancing."

[acidsapphic]

goddd i fucking NEED sloppy, loud, kinky sex. put me in a skimpy outfit and make me sit on a dildo on the floor. if i whimper, whip me with a riding crop. force me to eat your pussy and fuck my face. push me onto my hands and knees and rail my cunt from behind. whenever i get too loud just tug my collar and remind me who i belong to.

[urmumhaha]

I wish butch n femme balls existed. Not to b a fucking sap n a massive dyke but wow. Ugh even. Just wanna wear a gown n stilettos n have my honey greet me w a bouquet before we leave n we wear matching or complimentary jewelry n spend hours on my hair and makeup to impress. N then when we get there my honey will spin me around the room for a brief dance before grabbing something to drink, wine for me n whiskey for her, as we chat w other dykes n celebrate butchfemmeness. Or whatever

[prettyloveluminah]

Fem!OC X Fem!OC

Hiii, this is literally a random blurb for something that I’ve been thinking about writing but I just don’t know if anyone will read it so I’m just uploading one random part just to see if anyone actually likes it lmao😭😭😭

Info you should know :

Both characters are princesses of different countries, Clementine is set to marry Roxi’s brother

This is set in the 1800’s

Okay, I think that’s it, I hope you guys actually like this idk💕🙏🙏

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"I-I cannot-we cannot!"

"WHY?" she demanded "WHY MUST WE HIDE OURSELVES? WHY MUST WE ACT LIKE WE'RE THE VILLAINS?? WE HAVE DONE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG! ITS HIM, HES THE BAD GUY NOT US!"

"I KNOW THAT BUT THEY WONT UNDERSTAND, THEY WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND! THEY WILL SEE US AS CRIMINALS IF WE DO AS MUCH AS HOLD HANDS!" She paused, taking in a deep breathe

"Clem....you have to stop, I know you think-"

"No..NO." The princess hissed, waving an index finger in her face. "I LOVE you." The blue eyed princess shook her head in disbelief and let out a soft sigh. "Clementine, you cannot keep saying that-"

"Yes I-

"No, listen to me." Roxi stood up, and made her way to the curly headed girl. She kneeled down and took the princesses hand in her own.

"You need to listen to me." The seriousness was evident in her voice. "If someone were to hear you say that Clem, we would be dead. As much as this pains me, we cannot do this any longer. I love you." she delicately traces her thumb over her lovers bottom lip "I really, really do. The mere thought of you brightens my day, and you are the absolute best thing that has happened to me but...I would never forgive myself if anything bad happens to you. You are the light of my life. My love, my Clem. I cannot let you die because of me...I will not."

The now teary eyed princess melts into her lovers embrace "but I love you..." she says, finally giving in.

Roxi let's out a soft giggle with a love struck gaze "I know, darling I know." she breathes a sharp breathe "but now...you must marry my brother. Be the queen you were born to be, and show them, show them who you are." Nodding along to her own words "okay?"

After a long pause, Clementine nods weakly, barely noticeable and mumbles "...okay..."

Roxi smiles and places her hand on either side of Clementines head and starts playing with a strand of her hair. Curling it around her finger then, pulling it slowly and watching it bounce back.

"Okay."

————————————————————This is literally the first thing I’ve ever written so criticism is very much appreciated !!!

[wlw-imagines]

Behind The Curtain - Amelia Shepherd/Reader (Grey’s Anatomy)

request: Could you do a oneshot with Amelia Shepard where they both work at the hospital and are secretly dating. One day Arizona or Meredith or somebody catches them making out and then teases them about it the rest of the day. You're writing is fantastic! Thanks for reading this :) - anon

a/n: these are from my old tumblr thefandomwritings from back in 2018 ! re-vamped and re-purposed!! hope u enjoy and forgive the 2018 me style writing

Keeping your relationship with Amelia secret had been pretty easy for the two of you.

Whilst you were rarely seen venturing further than paediatrics ward, Amelia was similarly tied down to Neuro, being a neurosurgeon, and to whatever various tasks kept her occupied elsewhere in the hospital. Therefore there was never any need to cover anything up about your long-term relationship.

It had begun as a late night fling, early on in your careers at Seattle Grace - you had both finished a shift at the same time and walked into each other as you were buying a coffee.

She smiled sleepily, her eyes bleary as she gripped the coffee cup, “Y/L/N, right?”

You nodded at the correct name, and also in recognition of the woman in front of you, “Amelia.”

“Coffee? At this late hour?” She smirked, a twinkle growing in her eyes.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “I could say the same for you.”

Amelia shrugged and started walking at your side, “I won’t get any sleep any time soon anway, what’s your excuse?” She raised an eyebrow as the two of your left the cafeteria.

“Same.” You shrugged, before turning back to face her and fully reigstering the look in her eyes. You took a slight risk, hoping it was the correct one, “Want to come back to mine? We can talk about how shit life is and commiserate together?”

“I’m less of a talker, more of a do-er.” She caught your expression of a raised eyebrow and shook her head, “Not like that!”

“Hey, we can do whatever you want to do.” You laughed, “I can make us more coffee at home? Stronger coffee.”

“Okay. I’d like that.”

You were fortunate really because whenever you were around one another your love was probably too obvious and your relationship was something that you felt didn't need to be known by everyone yet. So, the longer it could be kept a secret, the better. There would be no complaints of favouritism in surgery and no teasing during late night shifts, it was just straight up easier.

And while normally the distance between your areas of expertise was in your favour, sometimes, on the rare occasion, the paediatrics and brain surgery teams would collaborate. It was at time like these that it was much more difficult to keep your hands off each other.

The day had started with Arizona rushing towards you, a stressed look on her face reserved for only the worst cases. "We have a nine year old girl coming in with serious unspecified head injuries. I've paged Lady Shepherd so she is on her way up, you'll be following the case with me." She rushed out, no time to pause.

"Wait, I... Lady Sheph- Amelia is being given the case?" You asked, your heart hammering slightly once you heard the name.

"She is our in-house neurosurgeon so, yes. She is. Do you have a problem with that Y/L/N?" The woman quirked an eyebrow up at you, giving you one of her looks that you could hardly ever interpret so you just stuttered away.

"N-no, not at all. That's fine, it's great. Good for her." You stumbled through some random words that didn't even really make sense in the situation before you were interrupted by your girlfriend walking through the doors.

There was just something about her in authority and her scrubs that turned you on and that was why you were better off separated. So you found yourself relatively lucky to not be included in the team that went into surgery.

You avoided the viewing platform. But even when you were stuck outside doing paperwork you still found yourself too distracted, your mind wandering off too many times, thinking of what you would do to the woman once you were in the safety of your own apartment. 

It was going to be a long day.

You had waited until the surgery was finished until you snuck into a call room. Amelia had been walking past when you attempted to (subtly) pull her into the  room with you. You immediately closed the door and pinned her up against it, making an attempt to lock the door before Amelia flipped the tables and pushed you against the wall. The look in her eyes immediately brought back memories of how your relationship had initially begun.

"What are you smiling about?" She asked, pulling back with a confused look on her face.

Leaning forward, you kissed her nose and hummed slightly, "I love you, is all." 

The smile remained on your face as you leant slowly in. Your lips connected and the kiss only became more passionate as the pent up frustration of long, hard days and not seeing each other as much as you needed to built up. You weren't even in there to hook up like you always used to, you just need to be close and be together.(Although, shirts were beginning to be unbuttoned...)

You were vaguely aware of footsteps approaching but you were too caught up with Amelia and had just assumed they had passed. That was until you heard a small gasp coming from the doorway.

Amelia and you pulled away from each other as quickly as you could, your girlfriend stumbling back and almost falling over had it not been for you grabbing her waist and wrapping your arms around her to prevent the fall.

Once she was secure you turned your head back to whoever had interrupted with a smile that was as innocent as you could make it before clearing your throat, "Arizona... Hey."

"Well, I was not expecting this...” A small grin spread across her lips and she let out a gleeful laugh, “Actually, you know what I kind of was. Y/N's been acting strange." Arizona smiled with an evil twinkle in her eye, "I can't believe you guys haven't told me!" You quickly shushed her before pulling her into the call room and closing the door behind her. "I love you guys but at least buy me dinner first..." She joked, earning a light slap on the arm from you.

"What are you doing?" You asked, running your hand through your hair and starting to fidget.

Arizona paused, "I was going to take a nap... in the call room. Because that's what-"

Your girlfriend looked at her watch and shrugged at you, "Look at the time, I've got to go." Amelia, spoke up from the corner, sliding out the door without another word.

You went to walk after her but turned to Arizona who was still standing there with a smile on her face, "You scared my girlfriend away." You pouted.

Arizona just wrapped her arms around you and rocked you side to side, "I'm so proud of you!"

"Shut up."

"But you're both so cute."

"Shut up!" You pushed her slightly, laughing.

"And you've finally found someo-"

You gave her one last look before opening the door, "Okay, I'm leaving now!" You said, walking out.

"Love you." She yelled after your disappearing body.

"Love you too." You yelled back before adding on, "And don't you dare tell anyone!”

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"Y/N," You jokingly rolled your eyes when confronted with Arizona leaning on the nurse desk with a big smile on her face. You prepared yourself for the teasing that was inevitably about to come and pretended to be more interested in the paperwork in front of you. The teasing over the past week had been neverending, "Listen, I know I've been making fun of you and your girlfriend all day and I just wanted to let you know that I support you 100%. I promise that I won't let anyone know of your little secret, okay?" You visibly relaxed and looked back up at her.

You smiled, putting your hand over hers, "You know, you didn't need to tell me that. I trusted you from the beginning but thank you all the same."

She nodded and went to leave before turning back to you, "By the way, I've given your girlfriend a little gift - you may want to go up and say hi. She's in the nursery."

Confused, you frowned slightly but didn't question it as you nodded and made your way to the other side of the ward, where all the newborns are kept.

You stepped in front of the window looking into the nursery and felt your heart skip a beat to see Amelia cradling one of the babies. She caught your eye and her eyes twinkled slightly as she looked down at the baby in her arms. You sighed blissfully and stepped into the room.

"Are you terrorizing the children?" You asked, looking around at the other 3 cribs, each holding a tiny, delicate baby. You stepped closer to Amelia, putting an arm around her lower back and looking down at the baby.

"They're our kids without any home, or parents." Amelia whispered, rocking the baby slightly before shifting the pink blanket to cover her head and little waving hand that had fallen out when she was trying to reach up to your girlfriend. "I kind of thought you were just going to end the sentence at, 'they're our kids' and then you would have a lot of explaining to do."

"Surprise!" She sarcastically cheered before one last rock of the baby. Between the two of you, you managed to safely get her back into her cot and tucked up in her blanket before sneaking out the door.

You both stood in each other's embrace for a while, just soaking in each other's love and company.

"Y'know, maybe it's good that people know about us - especially Arizona." You mumble, longingly staring at the bundles left in the nursery, "if it gets us perks like getting to cuddle cute babies during work then I'm so up for coming out to everyone." You joked.

Amelia just nodded, "Me too." You looked up, slightly surprised as it hadn't really been something you had discussed yet. "Hey, you want to stay at mine and get chinese tonight?"

"Do you have the house to yourself?" You asked with surprise, since these are the only times you get to stay round and even then it is like a military mission. "No, it's a full house tonight. I'm introducing you to them."

"Babe, you realise I know your friends and they know me. We're part of the same friendship group."

"I know, but I get to introduce you as my girlfriend." She grinned and began walking back down the corridor, back to work before yelling over her shoulder, "Plus I get to show them pictures of our children!"

[greenaway-torres]

The way I act up on purpose so that they can put me in my place, which is on my knees in front of them. I want to be teased and broken down and brat tamed. They’ll kiss me through my whimpers just to make me more of an incoherent mess . They don’t care how ridiculous I sound, it only makes them want to keep going.

“Stop running, princess. This is what you wanted right? You can take it. Don’t keep crying like that. You know it only turns me on more.”

[skyyy96]

🎀 Spicy Thoughts 🎀

Getting tied up with ropes to a chair and being blindfolded, while your dom is on the other side of the room laying on her bed being pleasured....(a voyeurs dream)....

She has ordered you to sit there with the blindfold and restraints on, preventing you from seeing whatever is going on over on the bed or from coming over until she says so....

So now you have to rely souly on your sense of hearing to give you a better idea of what could possibly be going on in the room....

Your dom had ordered that you can't come over to the bed to touch her until she says so and unties you. And that you'd have to prove to her that you could be a good girl for her, and resist touching yourself if you got at all desperate from hearing all of her moans...

The torture of being able to hear her moaning over on the bed while tied to the chair had made your thirst to taste her desperation unquenchable. You wanted to be the one making her cum right now....

But your thighs begin to suddenly clench as you start to overhear the gradual buildup of your dom's soft faint gasps and whimpers. And eventually you could hear how wet she was. And as she gets closer to orgasm, you hear her voice calling out frantically for you. She Cusses out your name in a string of moans loud enough for everyone to hear...

You know that this means you have finally earned her permission to be untied. You get lead over to your dom, and join her up on the bed. You are prepared to do anything she says and whatever she commands of you....

At this point she is so incredibly desperate for your touch that she's begging aloud for you. She needs you to fu*k her deep and hard until she finishes...and that is an order ;)

So you immediately drop onto your knees, and position yourself between your doms legs while she is laying down on the bed.

You pepper kisses all the way up her inner thighs, and she whimpers at the sensation. Her hand unexpectedly grabs a fist of your hair, pushing your face between her legs and your tongue deep into her pussy, as she grinds against your tongue - riding your face until she feels satisfied, while showering you in praise for being such a good girl for her, as you guide her bucking hips with your hands...

[peachestoon2016]

i want to have a gf so bad, she’d treat me like a princess, even tho i’m masc, i want to cuddle with her and she’d praise me and tell me how good i am

[amu-says-hav-says]

I can’t believe I went through all of Season 2 assuming Nina was the stand-in for Crowley when you actually pay attention it’s so CLEAR that she’s Aziraphale. I was tricked by her spiky, sarcastic, cynical outer shell and lulled into a false sense of security by Maggie’s bubbly optimism and wholesome goodness, because on the surface they reflect the ineffable husbands perfectly, in their personalities, their aesthetics, even many of their actions and morals. but not, and this is the real key, when it comes to their “relationship”. but those first impressions really had me damn fooled. 

I missed the blatantness of Nina’s “we’re just friends. actually we’re not friends. we barely know each other.” the same thing Aziraphale said in season 1.  the way he still struggles to quantify their friendship when Nina asks. Nina’s sarcasm when Crowley asks about rain and awnings because it worked for him (we all know it LMAO). hell, that whole convo the girls have in the rain is so AziraCrow (“I know. I’m not your type” “...You have no idea” hits so much harder the second time, help meeeee.) “Lindsay” maybe being symbolic of Heaven and Aziraphale’s toxic relationship with them and their abuse? (the handwritten text messages in red pen make me think of angry notes on paperwork, anyone else?) because Crowley has never actually cared about what Hell thinks of him, just not getting into trouble (or him or Aziraphale getting hurt). Maggie is always chasing Nina. NINA NEVER GOES IN THE RECORD STORE. Just like Crowley always goes to the bookstore, to Aziraphale, Zira NEVER WENT TO THE FLAT (apart from The Swap but that doesn’t count imo). Crowley has always chased Zira, not the other way around. Always there to rescue him, always going to him for company, always relying on their shared connection, always US. OUR SIDE. All through season one, he comes to Zira every time to work together, never trying to work alongside Hell in any way that isn’t to save their skins or Earth, while Zira hides things from Crowley because he STILL thinks Heaven is ultimately good and will do the right thing if he can just show them. fix it from the inside. 

Maggie working up the courage to finally say something, to put herself out there, while Nina is utterly oblivious and then when she does realise Maggie has feelings, becoming standoffish, putting up that barrier, fighting it, denying it, ITS SO CROWLEY AND AZIRAPHALE IN THAT ORDER. the way I was fooled into thinking Nina’s trust issues are Crowley because he does have trust issues ofc he does BUT Crowley has ALWAYS TRUSTED AZIRAPHALE. has always relied on him. has always been hurt when Aziraphale doesn’t immediately reciprocate the way he expects (the holy water request, the bandstand, the “off in the stars” etc). he’s always the one putting himself forward. Aziraphale has always been the one to second guess everything, to fight their connection, their similarities, their friendship. the girls really made me think it was going to be okay when they sat Crowley down, even as my inner sirens were going haywire about Metatron interfering, they were telling Crowley he just needs to open up and it’ll all work out BUT HE’S ALREADY AT THAT POINT. he may not say it, and by gosh is that part of their damn problem, but he’s always SHOWN IT. he’s not Nina who needs time to heal and recover from her broken trust, he’s always been Maggie believing it doesn’t matter, they’ll end up together in the end anyway AND I WALKED RIGHT INTO THE TRAP THAT THIS MEANT THEY WERE GOING TO BE OKAYYYYYYYYYYY