#bevvy draws

[bevvydraws]

Drew the sweetest character in totk, Paya 💕

This drawing took so long and is the most detailed drawing I’ve done in a while. The hat was SUCH a challenge so I’m sorry if it looks wonky just don’t look at it for too long lol.

#bevvy draws #bevvydraws #my art #myart #fan art #fanart #totk #paya #loz fanart #zelda totk #totk fanart #totk paya #tears of the kingdom #loz tears of the kingdom

[warriorfujoshi]

randomly remembered my sv trainer is rly cute 😱

#my scs #I need to draw them or something fr #I remembered how cute they are and forgot how difficult it is to take pictures with your pokemon 💀 #girl stand still!!! we need to slay!!! #their name is bevvy short for beverage btw. and all their pokemon are named after drinks #syrupship #bevvy

[cursedonyx]

How the HL Cast Act When They’re Drunk 🍻

Sebastian Sallow

This lad has three main modes when he’s had a few to drink, and it’s all entirely dependent on how he was feeling beforehand. He will either be the sweetest, cuddliest little snugglebug you’ve ever met, who hugs anyone and everyone regardless of how well he knows them and tells everyone he loves them (unless he’s in an established relationship, then his partner is the only one who receives such ardent affection), or he could be the life and soul of the party, challenging everyone to dares, games and other challenges, accepting pretty much all dares for a laugh, encouraging people to get up and dance and have fun, telling outrageous jokes and more… Or, he will be sullen, moody, and prone to fights. It’s best not to let Sebastian drink too much if he’s in a grump, because it won’t end well.

He's got a pretty good memory for his drunk antics and never gets blackout. This is useful for both making sure his friends are safe and for embarrassing everyone with tales of their conduct the next day, but it’s a double-edged sword, as he will remember everything he did as well.

Ominis Gaunt

A charming man at the best of times, drunk Ominis is a shameless flirt, and will make pretty much everyone fall in love with him at some point during the course of the evening, regardless of which way they swing. He’s got a pretty good head on his shoulders and tends to toe the line of tipsy and inebriated quite well, but if he pitches a bit too far and ends up sauced, his inhibitions are going to go right out the window. He’ll be the first to dance on a tabletop, he swears far more frequently and is prone to showing off a bit, though he still draws the line at public nudity, which is a shame. Chances are, if there’s a piano nearby, he’ll play for everyone with exceptional skill and, if the stars align, he’ll even sing, which is a rare treat for all involved. Mans got the voice of an angel. If he’s in an established relationship, he’s far more comfortable with PDAs and will be much more open to experimenting with his partner once they’re alone.

Though he rarely gets blackout drunk, Ominis can struggle to remember all the details of what he got up to if he has one too many, which without fail will leave him utterly mortified and swearing never to drink again, even if he had a good time. It’ll take a week or two before he’s ready to even have a glass of wine with dinner if he’s embarrassed himself.

Garreth Weasley

Garreth is usually the one to bring his experimental brews to the party and he’s usually swiftly banned from wherever the drinks are being kept. Regardless, after a few bevvies he’s loud, boisterous, and usually found challenging Sebastian to various dares and competitions. A cheerful and popular chap, Garreth is likely to get people singing along to various songs he knows, or ones he’s made up on the spot. Whilst not as tall as Leander, Garreth is a big lad and quite strong too, so any of the girls present might find themselves picked up without warning and swung all about as he tries to dance, and one of his favourite memories of a previous party is trying to pick up all the girls at once and immediately falling over, ending up buried under a pile of laughing women. If Garreth is in an established relationship, very little changes, but you can be safe in the knowledge that even though he's flirting, that’s as far as it will ever go.

Garreth never gets hangovers, no matter how much he drinks, and he’ll be the first one awake the next day, helping to clean up or cook breakfast or make everyone a strong cup of tea.

Leander Prewett

Bless his heart, Leander tries very hard to fit in with his friends and as such will likely end up drinking too much too quickly, meaning he’s usually the first one to suffer the worst effects of drinking. That said, he handles it well, and after chundering once or twice he’s usually ready to keep going. Being a gangly lad, his sense of balance is terrible when he’s blotto, and he’ll trip on a bit of dense air if there’s nothing else to fall over. If the others manage to keep his drinking at a reasonable pace, Leander will often be found trying to flirt with everyone, and though he doesn’t have Ominis’ natural talent for it, he’s a surprisingly smooth talker when he’s not worried about being rejected, and he’s pretty much guaranteed to go home with someone at the end of the night. That is, if he’s single. If Leander is in an established relationship, he’ll follow his partner around, making sure they’re comfortable, warning off potential challenges to his territory, and he won’t even look at another girl.

Leander’s memory of the night before will be hazy at best, and though he knows full well he probably embarrassed himself, he’ll choose to believe he didn’t, so long as no one got hurt.

Amit Thakkar

Amit doesn’t drink much at all, but when he does and has one too many, he’s going to be talking at a mile a minute about whatever’s on his mind, whether that’s his memoirs, his gobbledegook, his stargazing, other people at the party, who he fancies, any gossip he’s overheard, and on and on and on and on. At some point during the night, he stops talking, sits down in the nearest seat, curls up and goes to sleep, no matter how noisy it is, and it’s pretty much like someone flipped a switch. You could be sitting on the sofa with him listening to him babble, then literally a second later he’s out for the count, and he probably won’t wake up for a good few hours, so move him somewhere where he won’t be trodden on. If Amit is in an established relationship, nothing changes about his drunk behaviour, because he’s endearingly loyal at the best of times.

Amit remembers well who he spoke to and what about, but rarely does he realise how much he gabbles on. He tends to take this with a reasonable degree of humility, but aside from hoping he didn’t bore anyone, he’s content that he didn’t embarrass himself.

Andrew Larson

He’s going to be mooning after everyone pretty the moment he gets trashed, and if Ominis is playing the piano, that lad better hope he’s got his girlfriend nearby because Andrew’s going to try his luck and be deeply disappointed by the inevitable rejection. Andrew lives by his emotions and will cry at the drop of a hat or a picture of a cat if he’s had enough to drink, but he will be laughing seconds later if someone falls over or tells him a joke. If the mood takes him, he’ll likely be having long, philosophical debates with anyone who’ll listen (most likely Amit) and he’s prone to wandering off at random moments because he saw something interesting and wants to go on an adventure. He needs a minder. If Andrew is in an established relationship he’s less likely to be a liability because his Alice in Wonderland moments are going to be focused entirely on his partner (and Ominis will remain unaccosted).

Andrew sways between having a good memory for his antics and remembering absolutely nada, sometimes in the same night. Parts of the evening will be clear as day, and parts will be obscured completely. He doesn’t tend to feel too embarrassed for himself, but more for others because it’s a guarantee someone else is going to have done something worse.

Natsai Onai

Even hammered, Natty is the mum friend. She’s the one making sure everyone drinks water in between their booze-infused bevvies, helping people up if they fall over, cleaning up puke and intervening in any brewing fights. Left to her own devices when no one needs her help, she’s sneakily encouraging Garreth to sing rude, memorable shanties, Poppy to climb the walls and jump on people, and Sebastian to run around the garden in the buff because if he doesn’t then Leander will. A master of planting ideas in drunk people’s heads, she usually makes sure things don’t go too far while masterminding entertainment for everyone involved. If Natty is in an established relationship, she’ll still be doing all of the above, but her partner needs to steer her more into the ‘having fun’ side of things so people don’t come to rely on her too much.

She’s got a reasonable memory for drunk happenings, but as she usually doesn’t embarrass herself, she’s pretty good to go the morning after. That said, if Natty does something embarrassing, she goes the whole hog, like the time she got stuck on the roof with only a tea towel for cover. That gets brought up a lot, and she wants to sink into the ground every time it does.

Poppy Sweeting

If you thought Poppy was a nutter beforehand, just wait until she’s got some beers in her. Poppy will be the first to try swinging from the chandelier, the first to encourage everyone to do shots, the first to run around the room with her shirt off, the real life and soul of the party. Once she’s drunk, she’s feral, and will climb over everyone and everything. Once she’s spent her boundless energy, she becomes incredibly cuddly, and if she chooses you to cuddle good luck getting her off you. Regardless of who you’re both respectively dating, you may find yourself going home with Poppy and her partner if the two of you aren’t together and she chooses you to snuggle. It’s not that she’s trying to get you in bed, she just loves cuddles and you smell safe.

She remembers nothing. Absolutely zilch once her blood alcohol level reaches a certain point. No embarrassment either, no matter what she did, she’s just happy everyone had fun.

Imelda Reyes

Competitive as ever, Imelda will likely be challenging people to drinking competitions (and usually Leander’s the only one to take her up on it, most people know better). Imelda has the blood of a Scot (and likely a Viking too) so she can outdrink almost everyone with relative ease. That said, once she’s drunk, she’s drunk. Swaying all over the place, her accent almost incomprehensible, and prone to getting into fights, Imelda is either the worst person to drink with, or the best. If she decides she’s looking after you that night, you’ll not have to worry about a thing, this girl would fight off a dragon for you. If you want to do something, whether it’s playing a certain game, talking to a certain someone, or just chilling outside for a bit, Imelda will make it happen. If you’re not the Chosen One, you can expect things to be very chaotic around Imelda when she gets cunted. If Imelda has a partner, her Chosen One will always be them.

Imelda’s memory is crystal, and no matter what she did, she feels no shame. Why would she? She was only looking out for her bestie or lover, and if someone got offended over that, well then that’s their problem. She’s not responsible for other people’s emotional reactions, after all.

Duncan Hobhouse

Will boast about being able to outdrink Imelda, then throw up and pass out after two butterbeers. Best to move him outside, because he’s going to shit his pants.

Masterlist

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy imagines #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #leander prewett #amit thakkar #andrew larson #natsai onai #poppy sweeting #imelda reyes #duncan hobhouse #drunk hogwarts legacy

[fayes-fics]

Revelation

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader (Modern AU).

Summary: Modern AU. It's a revelation what a Bridgerton mouth and hands can achieve...

Warnngs: 18+ smut, minors DNI, fingering, oral sex (m to f), d/s undertones, dirty talk.

Word Count: 3.9 k

Author's Note: Unbetaed. This is a request fill for the talented @broooookiecrisp from this ask (essentially Benedict gives reader their first orgasm not from their own hand). Thank you to two other talents @eleanor-bradstreet for the title and @bridgertontess for the edit image above, which screams modern menace Benedict.

Your housewarming party is in full swing when he walks in, wine bottle in hand—the first man you ever fancied, aged just seven years old to his ten. Almost twenty years later, there’s still a slight flutter in your chest when he appears. Benedict Bridgerton. Rich, handsome, sweet, funny, artistic, always surrounded by a bevvy of suitors of all genders—his natural ease and open personality just attracts everyone, like bees to pollen. He sees you and smiles that killer smile, embracing you quickly and handing you the bottle with genuine warmth. One day, when he finds his special person, you know deep down you will always be a little jealous of them, that they get to be in his orbit every day. 

As the evening rolls on, you find yourself in the garden, taking some fresh air and helping your sister recover from her own heavy-handed mixed drinks. In contrast, you've only had one glass of wine - yes, the one Benedict bought; he has impeccable taste - wanting to be a responsible party host. She sits next to you on your cheap, foldaway beach chairs on the otherwise empty patio.

“Found anyone you want to fuck?” she teases with her trademark bluntness.

A hollow laugh echoes into your glass. “As if.”

“Come on,” she needles, “it’s been MONTHS since your last breakup. Don’t you miss having someone else be responsible for your orgasms?” 

“Hah! Chance would be a fine thing,” you scoff.

“Wait, are you… wait,” she is staring at you open-mouthed, “are you telling me no one has made you come? Like ever?”

You blush and avert your eyes, picking imaginary lint from your party dress. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

She looks astonished. “Have you never…?” she whispers.

“Oh, I can get there myself. But err, no one else has put in the requisite effort, to be honest,” you shrug, being truthful. You doubt she will remember this conversation when she sobers up.

“But you’re twenty fucking six years old,” she emphasises, “someone else needs to give you an orgasm. Bloody hell, you were with Phil for two bloody years, and he never…?”

You shake your head. “I mean, he tried, but I guess maybe... I dunno. Maybe it’s just not something I can do via someone else?” you posit.

“Bullshit,” she opines loudly.

And silently, unseen by either of you, someone else agrees with her.

—

You wander back into the party, and not long after, a hand wraps around your forearm.

“Got a moment?” Benedict asks.

“For you, Bridgerton, always,” you grin.

He smiles sweetly, and you pretend not to notice your heartbeat spike as he laces his hand with yours and draws you upstairs, away from the noise and hubbub. Before you know it, he leads you into your bedroom and softly closes the door.

“I have another gift I want to give you,” his voice low.

“More delicious fancy wine? Yes, please,” you jest.

The hand in yours squeezes, and he brings you to sit next to him on your bed.

“Not exactly; this one is more intangible. Long overdue. But by god, you deserve it,” he says cryptically.

You frown at him. “Ben, stop talking in riddles, please.”

“You need to orgasm, y/n,” he exhales.

“Oh… I…” your world grins to a halt, a hundred thoughts tumbling in your mind. “You were eavesdropping?!?” Well, it seems like your brain wants to go with indignancy first. Interesting.

“Not exactly,” he squirms, “I was outside trying not to smoke. Force of habit. I overheard you talking.”

“So that’s a yes.” 

“Ok, fine, yes, I was eavesdropping. But more to the point, you’ve never had an orgasm?” he looks utterly mind boggled as if he just can't compute the fact.

“You need to improve your snooping skills. I said no one ELSE has given me an orgasm; I can do it just fine by myself, thank-you-very-much,” you sniff, crossing your arms.

He barks a laugh. “Alright, I stand corrected. But still. Fucking hell, y/n. Are you serious?”

“Don’t laugh at me, Bridgerton,” you warn, the eggshell of your ego feeling more dented and cracked with every disbelieving noise he makes.

“I’m not laughing, believe me,” a hand over his heart to indicate his sincerity, “I’m indignant on your behalf.”

“Well, I’ll give you the numbers of all my exes. You can phone them and give them a piece of your mind if you want,” you shrug. 

“I’m half inclined to frankly,” he admits, “but afterwards.”

“After what?” you frown.

“I give you a bloody orgasm, y/n,” he sighs as if almost irritated with your obtuseness.

You splutter in the most undignified manner. He must be joking. 

“Ha bloody ha,” you deadpan after you recover.

A finger curls under your jaw and moves your head to see him. “I’m serious,” he murmurs purposefully. Those eyes, dear god, those eyes will be the death of you if you let them.

“Stop…” you stutter, “just don’t. I don’t want your pity.” You can’t disguise the raw edge in your voice as you wrench yourself from his grip.

His face morphs into one of surprise and then a frown. “That's not what this is,” he insists quietly.

“Sure seems like it,” you utter with an edge of bitterness that tastes metallic on your tongue.

“Anything that would change your mind on that?” 

You just shrug wordlessly, a melancholic mood settling into your edges. There is something so knawing that it’s him, your first crush, being the one to pick at the scab of your ego.

There is a moment of silence between you where you refuse to peek at him, staring at the hem of your dress. Instead of getting up and leaving as you expect, he shuffles back on the bed and twists towards you.

“Look at me, please,” his tone is mild but has an undercurrent of something intangible.

You lift your chin to meet his soft, relaxed gaze but twist your lips a touch defiantly.

“There is only one thing about you I find unattractive,” he begins, and your brow knits that he’s choosing to dig the knife in a bit more, “and that is when you don’t believe in yourself enough. You are a confident, successful woman with a killer career who is fearless with everything… except asking for your own needs to be met. You should expect orgasms from those you allow into your bed. So don’t you dare think I want to meet your needs out of pity. I don’t pity you. I admire you. And I want to do this. In fact, I think I need to do this.”

His little speech leaves you mute. That he has managed to skewer your personality with pinpoint accuracy, both your flaws and strengths, is confounding. And what’s worse is, he’s right. Why do you demand such high standards of yourself but allow others, especially intimate partners, to disappoint?

He is watching your face closely as you take onboard everything he said and everything he implied. He intuits when you consent, or maybe he sees it written across your face because an almost predatory smile crawls over his features.

“Take off your knickers,” he instructs, his tone low and slow, something almost edged with danger in the way he says it, your pulse instantly galloping.

By god, you don’t like being told what to do by anyone, anytime… but this? This is blisteringly hot. Desire whiplashes low in your gut. And yet, something in you rebels. Wants to play with fire, see what he will do if you resist.

“Make me,” you whisper.

He emits a noise you have never heard from him before in all your years of knowing him. It's deep and animalistic, and every hair on your body stands on end. Next thing you know, you are tilted over and pinned onto your bed, his hands grabbing your wrists, your head almost hanging off the end of the bed. 

“You asked for this,” he warns, the tone achingly seductive and just a touch authoritative.

His lips descend, slanting over yours and teasing with expertise. Every fibre is effervescent, awakened—something hot washing over your body from your scalp to your toes. The sudden throb between your legs is a wet, viscous ache. 

He’s not dilatory either, strong fingers delving under your dress. Teasing kisses as he spiders fingertips into your underwear. You are virtually quivering before he even touches your clit.

“Ben,” you stutter into his mouth at the first brush of his fingers, your hips canting up off the bed. You have no idea what is possessing you, but you feel almost under a spell.

“Stay down and stay quiet,” he commands, a solid quad muscle covering your thigh. “Put your hands behind your head, and don’t move them.” 

You do as you’re told without thinking, finding yourself so aroused by the bossiness.

“Fuck, you are totally soaking. Is that all for me?” the smug tone in his voice should be a turn-off. It's the exact opposite; it's like he knows before you do what will turn you into putty. 

His kiss is plundering as he teases your bud unhurriedly, with only his middle finger. The room seems too hot, your dress too tight, and he is engulfing all your senses. It's his scent that gets you the most; it actually makes your mouth water even as he kisses you. You probably should be ashamed of everything your body is doing - overheating, salivating, honeying his fingers - but you don't even have the presence of mind to think about it. 

As he pulls away, he shushes when you go to open your mouth, the finger of his other hand resting across your tingling lips in a missive to keep quiet.

“You don't want someone to hear us and interrupt us, do you?” his voice silky.

He has an excellent point there. You would prefer no one disturbs anything he is doing or planning to do to you. You shake your head slightly, and he smirks at you.

“Good girl.”

Oh, fucking hell.

Add that to the list of things you had no idea would send you at breakneck speed to an almost painful level of arousal. Yet still, just that one finger strokes slowly over your clit, almost in time with the beat of the mellow music leaking under the doorway from the party below.

“More, Ben, please,” you plead in a whisper.

“Hmm, not yet,” he opines, and his lips land on your throat, “don't be in such a hurry.”

You don’t know what to say to that. It’s evident as he sucks on the sensitive skin there that he is taking complete control of your body, pleasure, and orgasm, and somehow it’s everything you need that you’ve never thought to ask of anyone.

When his finger is suddenly gone, you fight the impulse to whine. But then his hands are at your hips, tugging down your underwear, drawing them down your legs and flinging them across the room, and you decide that is more than acceptable.

“Next time I tell you to take off your knickers, and you defy me, I’m ripping them,” he lectures, and there is so much to unpack there. Mostly it’s the words ‘next time’ echoing around your skull.

All you do is nod, dumbfounded, rapidly sinking into a space where you are just reactive, your brain quieting for once, your body and sensation taking over, instinctual and primal. You watch, biting your lip, as Benedict snakes down your body, gathering your dress up over your belly and throwing your knees over his shoulders.

“Now, let's prove you wrong, shall we?” he smirks, shooting you a heated look as your thighs frame his handsome face.

He turns his head and kisses up the inside of your thigh to your knee. Using his tongue to suck your flesh into his mouth, slowly working his way back down towards your centre, little fires erupting where he drags his mouth. Just as he gets so close you can feel his breath on your clit, and you tense in anticipation, he skips and starts at your other knee, working his way back down with teasing suckling motion, almost biting the skin of your inner thighs as he goes. Your skin feels tingly everywhere his lips have touched, the unhurried pace taking you by surprise. He was so quick to get between your legs you figured it would all be brief. But no, he is taking his time, luxuriating in the tease.

“Ben….” his name a soft exhale over your lips, almost unconscious, a reflex. The curl of his cheeks against your skin as he smiles in response is intoxicating. Your hands itch to move from behind your head, to grab him and push his face where you want him the most.

His breath is hot on your throbbing clit before he slowly buries his face into your body, opening your folds with his tongue and making a long heavy swipe up through your soaked channel to your clit, moaning as he does so. No one has been this engaged with your body before; it’s always been tentative, making you a little on edge that perhaps their enjoyment was not there. You are left in no doubt how much Benedict enjoys it, his tongue lapping up your taste decadently, engaging his whole face, chin pressing on your entrance as he ploughs his tongue in unhurriedly undulating waves over your clit, knowing precisely where to hit.

“Oh my g….” your words dying off as strong arms wrap around your hips, hands grasp your inner thighs and force them obscenely wide. 

He is feasting on your body, giving long, soft strokes with the flat of his tongue, gently parting your labia, sucking them softly into his searing mouth, tugging down just a little, so you sense the pull around your clit.  Spreading his mouth wide over your clit hood and sucking and swirling until you feel something so intense you want to clamp your thighs hard around his ears, but he senses the motion, and his arms band harder, keeping you open to his onslaught.

“Mmmm,” he hums, and it vibrates all the way inside you, up into your belly. “Now we are getting somewhere; your little clit is all erect now,” he rumbles, and you feel yourself blushing at his words; something indeed is swollen and distended under his ministrations. He wetly swirls his tongue under the hood, and there is a sudden stab of something mind-bending. 

“There it is.”

“Please, Ben, oh god, please, please,” you squeak, practically begging him. No one has done this to you, taken command in such a self-assured but vigorous way. You've also never begged for anything before.

“I know, I know,” he assures, the fingertips of one hand stretching upwards to caress the soft skin of your belly, “it’s coming, I promise, just a little while longer.”

He moves lower to tease your pussy with his tongue, just nudging the bridge of his nose rhythmically against your pulsing clit. Not quite enough to build more sensation, just enough to keep you strung out on a high where your whole body is quaking, overwrought and sensitive—your skin prickling hot.

You whine his name, disobeying his instruction and sliding a hand into his hair and gripping the chestnut thatch, pulling him back up slightly, and he chuckles, moving back to your clit, his tongue unfurling in a rolling wave.

“Okay, I get the hint,” he laughs deeply, and one arm unfurls from around your thigh, a finger tracing a line around your opening. “And put your hand back where it belongs, you cheeky minx.” You do so immediately.

There is an almost obscene squelching sound as he buries two fingers into you, followed by your cry at the slender but deep invasion. 

“Fucking hell….” you can’t help the curse slipping unbidden from your lips, something about the moment being as transcendent as it is purely carnal.

You can feel the swell of his knuckles pressing on your walls, and it feels so wonderful you squeeze onto his fingers on instinct. His responding growl makes your blood race.

“Every person you’ve ever been with is a fool,” he declares heatedly. “How could they not want to make this delightful little cunt come over and over? My god, your grip, the heat, the taste. I could get lost in you for days,” his voice is decadent like dark chocolate, and again your cheeks heat at his unabashed turn of phrase.

He surges up over your body, fingers still inside you, and his mouth lands on yours, your own taste so strong on his lips. That talented tongue sparring with yours as the fingers pulse gently, hitting a spot you have never reached before. You break the kiss to moan and stare at him wide-eyed and panting quietly. 

“You haven’t found this before, have you?” he guesses correctly, and you shake your head, unable to form words.

“Oh, my darling girl,” he rumbles possessively, “it’s criminal how badly you have been treated. I feel like I’m fingering a virgin, and by god, I wish I had been your first. I feel an overwhelming need to show you everything you’ve been missing out on.”

“Please,” you gasp, and it’s a petition for everything.

He huffs an alluring laugh over your cheek and kisses down your neck—a warm slide of lips and tongue until he is at the top of your dress. The hand not inside you yanks down the material, and suddenly your nipple is sucked hard into his wet hot mouth. You cry his name, uncaring if anyone hears you. Just strung out on the sensation of his fingers massaging inside your pussy, his mouth suckling on your nipple as your neglected engorged clit pulsates so strong, syncopated with your heartbeat. You know, without a shadow of a doubt, this is some plot to systemically destroy you. Make you mindless with need. Desperate for some relief, you move one hand from behind your head and slide it between your legs.

“Nuh-uh,” a warm solid hand encircles your wrist and pulls it away before you can make contact, manhandling your arm back to where it was. “Do I have to tie your hands above your damn head?” He questions fiercely, biting your nipple lightly and making you keen, but his eyes are sparkling with mirth as he meets your gaze, looking up from your chest.

You fold your lips into your mouth, showing remorse, and he chuckles richly.

“Good girl. Now, why are you in such a rush? Do you have any idea how much better it is if you just go slow? Let your body build up to something. I will edge you all night if you keep being so damn unruly.” It’s the sexiest reprimand you’ve ever been given, and you can’t decide if that sounds like utter torture or the best thing ever. Probably both.

Something approaching triumph surges in your veins as he slinks down your body again, shooting you a devastating crooked smile as he settles between your legs. He sucks your thrumming clit hard into his mouth, brushing the edge of his teeth over the nub, and you have to rapidly grab a pillow to muffle the holler you make. It's loud and gutsy from somewhere deep inside your belly. The tension as he teased you elsewhere is now laser-focused on where he consumes you, drinking from you, dragging the crudest sensations and noises from your core. Something about it seems so feral on both your parts.

All of his efforts and all of your attention narrow to the fingers inside you, stroking and massaging and his sinful mouth wreaking the most beautiful havoc. Rapidly spiralling you higher, your entire being trembling as you burble nonsense, feeling fit to burst. Almost scared of letting go of the tight hold you have over this swell of something almost alarming inside you.

“Come on, my good, darling girl, show me what you can do when you lose control,” he encourages, and you stop fighting. Stop fighting the tide crashing over you, and relax into the wave of pleasure engulfing your every sense. 

Your pussy convulses forcefully, clamping his fingers, attempting to push them out. Wetness gushing out of you, flooding against his face. An invisible cord holding every muscle in your body taut snaps, and you feel a resulting pulse of euphoria chase into every cell and synapse. Everything sounds so far away as you float somewhere that is both rooted deep within and far from your body. Your very being is seemingly fracturing and reassembling.

Gradually you return to the room. As you lay there, breathless and staring at your still somewhat unfamiliar bedroom ceiling, you catalogue that it's not the only thing foreign to you. This bone-deep sated feeling you’ve never experienced before makes you both invigorated and languid, blotting the sharp edges of your conscience. You want to curl up and rest, but simultaneously the urge to clamber on top of him and demand an encore performance. He has moved at some point, so he now lies next to you on the bed. Your head lolls to the side, and you realise he is observing you with a wry smile. Something in his countenance has changed; it's not the authoritarian he was while he was pleasuring you; it's the charming benign Ben you’ve always known, his hazy blue eyes soft with understanding.

“That was….” you can't even form a sentence, just catch your swollen, flushed lips between your teeth and mime an explosion around your head.

He giggles and delicately trails a finger over your dress, sweetly rearranging your neckline to its original position.

“If there's one thing I know, it’s that smart, capable women who run everything in their lives so fucking well sometimes want to switch their brain off and be told what to do. Be allowed a break from being in charge, just until that orgasm hits. I took an educated guess,” he shrugs modestly with a winning smile.

Suddenly everything about what transpired makes total sense. He knew you would never ask for what happened, but by god, you needed it, craved it, and never even knew it. That he could intuit your needs says so much about him, about what he knows of you; it gives you a warm bloom in your chest that feels dangerously close to something profound and startling. That seems like a dangerous path to let your thoughts wander down, and besides, a delicious man is lying right next to you who has given you so much, yet you have offered nothing in return. You decide every cell in your being wants to rectify that immediately.

“What about you…?” you run a hand down his shirt, enjoying the contours under it, allowing your hand to splay lightly over the tantalisingly prominent bulge in his well-fitted expensive-looking jeans.

“This wasn't about me; this was about a gift for you,” he smiles, grabbing your hand away from his cock and kissing your knuckles in a romantic gesture. “I’ll be fine; I just need to perhaps not be in your company for a few minutes,” he quips flatteringly.

“I could help, you know?” you offer softly, twisting more towards him.

“Really, it's not necessary. Go enjoy your party,” he responds, but you can see his resolve wavering as you raise an eyebrow and climb on top of him. 

“Are you very sure about that, Mr Bridgerton?” you query with an intentionally husky tone.

His face is a picture, and his groan is hungry as you deliberately press your naked pelvis over the swell of denim and rock back and forth, the harsh seam of his fly catching your clit and igniting your lust again. The tiny ‘no’ he exhales is music to your ears—so many revelations in one evening.

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[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 04/12/2023

Top G Alert!

Season 7 Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips: Volume Ruby

Ripped by RHMan

In the last few days, I've been slowly chewing my way through Volume Ruby in my free time - its been a really fun way to re-experience Season 7 and uncover a lot of rips I missed out on. I try to always stay up-to-date with the channel, but I'm not perfect: sometimes real life just gets in the way for a week, and I miss out on the big meme for a while until its buried amidst other rips later on. And unfortunately, that meant that I sort of missed the boat on the rips referencing Bottom G, Bumblebee, and the "Top G" himself. The smile on my face when I realized what Top G Alert! was doing was simply magic.

You've likely already heard way too much about everyone's least favorite convicted sigma male - Tate's an "influencer" in the sense that he spews vile and annoying rhetoric to his audience of young men to basically teach them to be assholes in order to succeed in life. His role as an obnoxious asshole is well known in just about every circle that actually follows him, and its led to a bevvy of mockery and parody of the guy: most famous of which being "Bottom G" from TikTok. He's an exceptionally talented dancer who happened to look near identical to Tate, and decided to play into that as a form of parody, performing flamboyant dancing to encourage a far superior "sigma" lifestyle to the world. Its hard not to find his energy infectious, and that carries over to the equally infectious song he's most closely associated with - Bumble bee by Norweigan pop artist Bambee, sped up in an eerily similar fashion to Caramelldansen.

After finally drawing all of these connections together - uncovering the rabbithole of Bottom G and finally getting up to speed with all of Tate's drama - it was oh so fun to realize that the SiIva team had been playing along with it the whole time, particularly with its rips of the fake game "Tate's Journey". Yet Top G Alert! takes the cake for me - Bowser's Inside Story is a game I hold very close to my heart, and I've even covered it on here before with Brothers ~ The finale is afoot!. In all the game's music, there's such a fun bouncy energy to the music, such bizarre yet always fun instrument choices and fun rhythms to go along with - and Top G Alert! mixes that instrumentation with the nightcore-ified Bumble bee song and vocals. Its a banger that I appreciate in the exact same way I do the original Tough Guy Alert!, through being simultaneously fun and silly whilst still having a really commanding percussion and overall progression. It grabs your attention and asks you to dance along, and RHMan did an absolutely incredible job translating that energy over with integrating Bumble Bee into the track.

A recent favorite of the season, and an excellent showcase of how SiIva continues to grow with new jokes opening all sorts of new opportunities for creative rips - Top G Alert! is a rip I'll gladly have added to the playlist of bangers.

#todays siivagunner #season 7 #siivagunner #siiva #RHMan #bottom g #top g #tiktok #parody #tiktok dance #mario luigi #mario #super mario #m&l rpgs #mario & luigi bowser's inside story #bowser's inside story #bowser #super mario bros #mario bros #Youtube #Bandcamp

[csswolfe]

Alois' intro post, in case anyone ever wondered who this stupid elf I draw all the time is.

@samspectre and I made a big beautiful intro post for our Patreon where we have a bevvy of spicy comics going atm. ;}

#elf #elf art #elves #dnd #comics

[vonplundercat]

So I couldn't draw a bevvy of sexy Orc Ladies without gifting you some pin up Orc Men in their sexy Glory!

#Orc #Male Pin Up #Male Pinup #Pin Up Guys #Pinup Guys #DnD #D and D #D&D #Dungeons and Dragons #Dungeons & Dragons #Sexy #Humour #Humor #Body Positivity #Original Art #No AI

[deadgrantaires]

artists asks 11 and 17 🥺

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

yes!! usually just my mega playlist on shuffle or sometimes specific character playlists ive made to better get into the Vibe Zone

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what

NEVER eat while drawing bc it messes up my Work Setup and bc i dont liek having residue on my fingers while im drawing but ive always got water with me and sometimes a Fun Bevvy like a soda pop 😌💕

#ask meme #asks #istherewifiinhell #thank you for sending me some!!! these are sooo fun im having a blast w these if anyone wants to send more im still down <3333

[thepursuitroom]

Trump Faces Adversity in His White House Run in 2023

Washington: Donald Trump started 2022 on a high. Primary candidates were flocking to Florida to court the former president for a coveted endorsement. His rallies were drawing thousands. A bevvy of investigations remained largely under the radar.

But One year later, Trump is facing a very different reality.

He is embroiled in a criminal investigation that could end with indictments. He has been blamed for the Republicans’ dismal performance in the November elections. And while he is now a declared presidential candidate, the six weeks since his announcement have been marked by self-inflicted crises. Trump hasn’t held a single campaign event and barely leaves the confines of his Mar-a-Lago club in Florida.

#Donald Trump

[pulsdmedia]

The Week Ahead 7/24-7/30

We love a bit of summertime indulgence, and we know you do, too. That’s why we work day and night to find the best restaurants, events, spas, and so much more in this magical city so you can enjoy it all, minus the heavy price tag. The best of the best, made more accessible so you can have the most epic summer.

$65: Open Bar Bubbly Brunch Sail Aboard The Shearwater

If you want to ditch the crowded brunch scene, opt for fresh air, soft breezes, and ample sunshine via Manhattan By Sail's Open Bar Bubbly Brunch Sail. Never-ending pours of bubbly & mimosas will fuel the festive feels as you  take in such exquisite sights atop the deck of an impeccable replica of the lumber-hauling tall ships that filled the harbor over 100 years ago. With your potent libations in hand, you'll snap picture after picture of the breathtaking vistas and New York City skyline snapshots worthy of a thousand photos. All the while, you'll munch on classic, fluffy bagels with all the fixings sure to balance your bevvies. A whimsical afternoon with Lady Liberty, Manhattan's beauty, and delicious treats awaits...

Shimmy & Shake At This Free Outdoor Salsa Class In Washington Square Park

Every day brings a chance for you to draw in a breath, kick off your shoes, and dance. And why not do it in gorgeous Washington Square Park? This free salsa class welcomes all levels for a festive fiesta of moving & grooving outdoors, so put on your dancing shoes and come ready to boogie to a live DJ!

$59 Rooftop Moroccan Nights Experience For Two With Food & Drinks

When Elsie invites you into her abode, don't think twice. Unearth a hidden world atop the city streets at Elsie Rooftop - a stylish, sophisticated, and oh so sexy jewel praised by Time Out & Travel + Liesure. Their Moroccan Nights Experience will showcase sultry revelry, all within a gorgeous, art deco-style locale beloved for its exceptional cuisine, inventive drinks, and jaw-dropping entertainment. Amidst glimmering candles and lush greenery, picture a Moroccan oasis, with scents of Onion, Sun-dried Tomato, & Feta Flatbread drifting through the air, getting you amped for the indulgent fare that is on its way to your table. All the while, talented belly dancers, singers, and the like will blow you away with their alluring acts...

Head To Housing Works For Sips & Sounds

Wednesdays in July, join Housing Works on Crosby Street for Summer Fling Happy Hour. Attendees will enjoy $10 Summer Fling cocktails as well as other drink specials. Plus, you can dance with DJ Angela Di Carlo spinning Barbara Streisand and Tony Orlando and Dawn!

Up To 50% Off Tickets To Seven Sins: A Sultry Cabaret + Burlesque Show

You are cordially invited to give in to temptation and eat the apple with Adam and Eve in a mythical dreamscape, immersing your senses in Company XIV’s Seven Sins - a mélange of athletic circus artists, virtuosic singers, and burlesque dancers. This elegant, hedonistic cavalcade of naughty feats and decadent treats will wow your mind and whisk you away to another world. You'll watch as "New York's best ballet dancers & opera singers have a chance to throw out the rule book, and reimagine classical ballets & fairy tales complete with epic costumes & beautifully perverted fun," according to Forbes. If you crave some libations, sip in bliss as aerialists, acrobats, dancers, singers, and the like make your jaw-drop with their sensual, superb talents. This is one evening that is sure to dazzle, seduce, and impress...

Head To This Pop-Up Shop Featuring A Limited Collection of Accessories 

Kua Designs will present a limited collection featuring beaded jewelry, handbags, clothing, and other coveted products for women during their shopping pop-up tour. A favorite of Grammy award-winning and multi-talented Cardi B, Kua Designs' most anticipated are the unique clutch bags that were born out of the joy of being able to re-purpose and create something beautiful out of everyday African print fabrics.

[bevvydraws]

My farmer in Stardew Valley for the new 1.6 update 💕 restarted my farm so that means new farmer !

#myart #my art #bevvydraws #bevvy draws #fanart #fan art #sdv fanart #sdv farmer #stardew valley #stardew fanart #stardew farmer #sdv 1.6

[bevvytalks]

old practice sketches from when i was trying a new style. i really like how these turned out, but ultimately the style didn't feel natural to me and i kinda dropped it.

still the best shuichi i've ever drawn, though.

#bevvdraws #bevvy draws #myart #my art

[lunadensmidnightprowl]

Happy Birthday @bevvydraws! :D Have a wonderful day! <3

#happy birthday bevvy! #birthday #bevvy draws

[scarareg]

Instagram

#Beverly Marsh #IT 2019 #Bevvie #My Art #Ink Of Our Stars #Drawing #My Draw #My Drawing #Art #Fanart #Fan Art #Beverly Fanart #IT Fanart #Beverly Marsh Fanart #Beverly Marsh Fan Art #Beverly Fan art #Snow #Hope you like it

[beepbeep-losers]

is that molly ringwald?

#i spent five to seven minutes on this but look at her #beverly marsh #bevvie #bev #it 2017 #stephen kings it #art #fanart #ashton draws #the losers club

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 19/10/2023

Take Me Home, Country Snow

Season 4 Episode 1 Featured on: E3 2019 Press Kit

Ripped by Smoky

For as many memes as SiIva creates or helps popularize, be it Grand Dad, We Are Number One, Totino's Mania, and so on - there's just as many, if not more jokes that wholly eclipse SiIva in terms of popularity. A meme legend in the gaming community, shitposts of Todd Howard have been around long before SiIva's creation, yet only truly took off in 2015 thanks to his presence at Bethesda's E3 show. E3 in general is a holiday of sorts for the gaming community, not just because its home to a bevvy of announcements and trailers for upcoming games, but also for its unavoidable memetic quality - there's just so much SILLY shit that happens at E3, be it awkward live speeches, technical mishaps, ill-timed reveals, or the inevitable barrage of Phil Spence saying the word "gamer". The SiIvaGunner team are not ones to leave such fresh meme produce out to rot, and are always immensely quick on the draw when it comes to each year's E3 highlights.

But lets be real - out of all memes and jokes that spawn out of E3, I don't think there are any that even come close to being as timeless and eternally funny as Toddposting. Year after year, Bethesda show after Bethesda show, Todd is always there, always pushing and promising that THIS time will be different, THIS time the game will truly let you do all of those things that were promised last time. Coupled with the company's insistence on having you purchase Skyrim over and over, and its no wonder his name is so well known. And though Todd took over the entire channel for a brief bit in Season 3, it would take yet one more year for the magnum opus to be released.

Take Me Home, Country Snow is such a perfect instillation of everything SiIvaGunner is capable of doing, and of everything that SiIvaGunner IS. 2018 already solidified Fallout 76 as a complete catastrophy of a game, a symbol for just how many empty promises Todd Howard will do in order to get his game sold. By E3 next year, Todd's infamy was put front and center as he was made to step out on stage and admit the faults of his game. Take Me Home, Country Roads, as the anthem to Fallout 76, became laced in a sort of ironic melancholy, the realization that its idealized game was never going to truly happen...and yet here, its celebrated - mashed up with Snow Halation of all things. I discussed in Snow halocean that much of what makes Snow Halation rips so special is that they feel like a sort of inauguration ceremony for individual memes - a seal of approval that a meme has truly "made it" on the SiIvaGunner channel. The ever-consistent visuals, the insistence of having them only feature one joke at a time, and of course the per-rip "speeches" each joke provides near the last quarter of the runtime - it all gives these rips a sort of celebratory vibe. By this point, Todd Howard's meme status was wholly, unavoidably, cemented as part of SiIvaGunner.

All of this isn't even to mention the quality of the rip itself - the self-titled "Nuclear Winter" mix of American country vocals paired with cheerful, snow-clad idol pop creates a vibe wholly unique to this rip - Take Me Home, Country Snow creates an image of optimism and celebration that otherwise seems so foreign to Bethesda games within the wider gaming sphere. Yet that's just the thing - Todd Howard isn't on this stage for his achievements as a game developer, but for his legendary status within online shitposting. This rip celebrates everything we love about E3, and at this point feels like a farewell to the event as a whole.

Todd's indirectly put smiles on so many faces all over the world, even if it most definitely wasn't in the way he ever intended. Take Me Home, Country Snow.

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