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rose who’s eyes always somehow made their way to you ever since the movie began shooting in montreal. she made excuses up in her head like you’re just a very talented actress or your costume is distracting. when in reality, she doesn’t want to admit that her body heats up and buzzes from just the mere sight of you.

when rose gets to know you after suggesting going out to lunch, she begins to think of you from little things. like when she goes grocery shopping at she sees your favorite snack or when she’s scrolling through netflix and she sees your comfort show. but to her this is just because she’s excited to be your friend and co-worker for the next few months.

rose who finally begins to understand her feelings for you after a phone conversation with shane. she’s alone in her trailer, letting shane know that she’ll be his beard for as long as he needs her to be until he mentions that his parents are already nagging him to have her over for the summer.

“just tell them a lie.” rose says, swaying from side to side in her desk chair. “and then they’d have to keep my secret. my big lesbian secret.”

the words flow from her lips too easily, almost as if they’ve been sitting in her head all along. shane’s chuckle on the other end of the line is muffled as rose’s thoughts begin to spiral. out of every lie she could’ve come up with, why that one? and why does her mind immediately fill with images of you?

shane eventually senses her hesitation and decides to let her go. rose says her goodbyes, quickly pressing the hang-up button before immediately swiping over to your socials. her eyes take in every feature—your smile and nose crinkle being her favorite.

“holy shit.” rose mutters, finally beginning to realize something about herself.

rose who now does everything to be around you whether it’s on set, for press, or outside of work. she also does a deep dive in the media to see if you’re even remotely into girls but she finds nothing until one of her friends tell her that there was a very known rumor in hollywood that you were dating ella purnell once upon a time.

after weeks of flirting with you, rose finally has enough and decides today is the day. at the end of filming for that day, rose runs into you and asks you to meet her in her trailer when everything is wrapped up. you nod with ur sweet yet oblivious smile that makes rose want to yell at you for being so clueless and kiss you for being so damn cute.

“rose? hey it’s me!” you call, knocking gently at the door of the actress’s trailer, nose scrunching up from the sun blazing down at your eyes.

you jump back when the trailer door slams open, almost hitting you and knocking you off your feet. there stands rose in all her glory with just a tank top and bike shorts. without warning, rose reaches down to grab your wrist before quickly pulling you into the trailer.

rose quickly pulls the door shut behind you, ultimately calling you in between the metal and her body. your eyes furrow in confusion, but your breath hitches at the close proximity. you close your eyes and take a deep breath in order to appear unaffected to the strange acting woman in front of you.

“is it true that you dated ella purnell?” rose rushes out without breaking eye contact. now you’re really confused. if even possible, your eyebrows scowl even tighter and your mouth gapes open with no sound. “just tell me. please tell me.”

a few seconds pass before you finally stumble out something. “um y-yeah. i mean we— yeah.”

without another word, rose is launching at you. her hands reach to your hips, fingertips pushing your middle into hers while her lips attack yours. the soft and plumpness of your lips clash against one another, soothingly gliding like a sweet melody.

rose who goes home that night all riled up and decides to fix it. a part of her feels like a perv for doing what she’s about to do, but the other part of her couldn’t care less. she rents one of the movies she knows that you have a sex scene in and uses it to get off, and boy does it work.

rose who now cannot wait to hear the real sounds you make in bed. sure the movie was great, well…more so you were great but your co-star didn’t wow her. maybe it was more about her jealousy than anything, knowing that someone else got to have your nude body rub against theirs drives her insane. rose knows that she can make you feel better than anyone else can even if she’s never been with another woman. she is driven to hear your whines, moans, mewls, and anything else you’d give her.

eventually rose calls shane, telling him about the two of you. shane actually laughs when she admits it before telling her he already knew that they were ‘very much alike’ when he came out to her, and especially after her phone call. he is so supportive and says that if she wants out of the pr relationship that he’d totally understand.

you and eloise meet at the beginning of the season through lady danbury. you’ve just arrived in london after many years overseas with your parents, but your aunt, queen charlotte, insists that her favorite niece stay with her for the duration of the season.

the two of you begin to get to know one another at a ball hosted by the one and only lady danbury. you both run into each other on the outskirts of the ballroom while avoiding the high chances of suitors asking for a dance. eloise is the one to first point out how terrible and exhausting these events can be in which she earns a soft laugh from you.

after that ball, eloise does her best to find you at any event or outing. but once she finds out your the queen’s niece, her eyes basically pop out of her skull. from all the stories, she thought you would be dull and prissy like most people in this town, but something about you intrigued her to the point she can’t stop thinking about you.

eloise can’t understand how you can be so proper—posture perfect, walk elegant, manners flawless, yet still be someone she genuinely enjoys being around. it feels like a contradiction she keeps trying to solve, and fails every time.

anyways…skip some time and you two begin to grow quite close. eloise and you walking through the ton, arms linked much like how her and penelope used to. all while talking about the book you read that eloise recommended.

soon enough, your the only person on eloise’s mind, and eloise the only person on yours. both of you could sense the atmosphere changing around you two, knowing that somewhere in this friendship, there’s something new and different. to the point you sneak out of your aunt’s palace and get your favorite footman to take you to the bridgerton residence.

“why must you make me feel the need to do this, eloise bridgerton.” you grumble to yourself as another bitter breeze brushes past you, causing your silky nightgown to flutter through the air. you quietly step through the bristles of grass, ignoring the cold dew pressing against your ankles as you make your way around the house, searching for eloise’s room.

you know you’ve found the right one when you spot the warm light still spilling from the window, paired with a shelf filled to the brim with books. with a small huff, you glance down at your feet, hoping to find something light, but solid enough, to get her attention.

luckily, you find a pebble nestled into the dirt. it’s not too big to cause damage, and not so small that it would go unheard. taking a quiet breath, you lift your arm and toss the pebble toward the second-floor window.

“eloise! eloise, i know you’re up there and awake…probably reading jane eyre again!” you whisper-shout, keeping your voice just loud enough to be heard without disturbing anyone else.

eloise eventually ends up opening her window while scolding at you for being there at that time of night. not because she’s worried someone might see you per say, but more so because you’re only in a nightgown and thin cardigan. you meet her at the front door of her house when she drags you inside and rubs up and down in an attempt to warm you up.

eloise taken aback when you basically confess your feelings to her right then and there. you probably confess it through plots of books you have both read, referencing how characters felt so you can attempt to put together your feelings that feel too complex to explain on your own.

you both know that night wouldn’t be the best environment for a full blown conversation or even a first kiss, but you did both establish that what you were feeling was very much reciprocated. eloise spends the rest of that night in her bed, staring at her ceiling while daydreaming of you. gorgeous, proper you.

soon enough you both end up in the gardens, most likely under an apricot tree, laughing and giggling towards one another—legs curled and touching.

“i’ve never met someone like you, you know?” eloise confesses, her eyes never leaving yours. you meet her gaze with the warmest twinkle in your own, completely enamored by her. “heavens, that sounds like something from a cheesy novel.”

you know eloise is nervous by the way she chuckles softly, tucking her chin toward her chest as she picks at the grass beneath the two of you. you hover your gloved hand over hers for a moment before finally allowing yourself to rest it atop of her warm skin.

“maybe because you’ve never been graced by such royalty.” you joke, tossing your hair to the side to exaggerate yourself.

“i’m sure that’s it…or maybe it’s better if i show you what i mean.” before you realize it, eloise is leaning in, her hand cupping your cheek before gently pulling you closer. for the first time ever, your lips touch someone else’s. and dear heavens, you are utterly certain you could not have chosen a better first than eloise.

neither of you are quite sure what you’re doing, but the warmth of her lips floods your senses, instinct taking over as your bodies move together on their own. your hand comes up to cup the side of her neck, your thumb resting at the corner of her jawline as your lips continue to work slowly, carefully, against one another.

after then, the apricot tree is your two’s place. eloise loves planning picnics and book dates, especially since it’s a secluded space no one can interrupt unless violet takes one of her out of the usual strolls.

eloise eventually becomes a normal visitor to the palace, and luckily, she is already the queen’s favorite bridgerton, so your aunt is never bothered by it. you two are never seen without one another, especially at events which void off potential suitors.

۶ৎ lottie matthews

lottie has got to be the most thrilled of them all

you probably haven’t even gotten undressed when you tell her. you’re making out, being handsy all over one another when you pull back and whisper the words that makes her head immediately short-circuit.

“i want you to get me pregnant.” you breathe heavily against her lips, not even realizing what you’re saying.

lottie would look at you with wide eyes from being both stunned and incredibly turned on. out of all the yellowjackets, this girl absolutely has the biggest breeding kink. she’s daydreamed about cumming inside of you so many times, even when you two are fucking and she needs a bit of a push to finish quicker.

so if she wasn’t hard yet, she most definitely is after you whisper those words. to the point it’s almost painful. and when your hand finally meets her cock, she’s so reactive it’s not even funny.

she probably clumsily reaches for the condoms in her side table drawer but is stopped by your hand grabbing her arm. she’d look at you bashfully, mumbling a ‘right’ before getting back to business.

and when she’s finally inside you, feeling you raw for the first time? she almost cums on the spot. the way you swallow her whole, and how warm and tight you are makes her feel like you were made just for her. that only reminds her further that soon enough you’ll be carrying her baby, marking you as hers in a completely new for the world to see.

with every thrust she’d whisper how she’s going to take care of everything. she’ll get a job (even though she’s rich), she’ll stop partying, convert the frat house to a perfect nursery, buy all the necessities, etc.

that night you go for many many rounds. more than either of you have ever done because lottie wants to stuff you full of her load so it would make your chances “better” when in reality just the scene of seeing her cum drip out of you is something she never wants to leave her head.

۶ৎ jackie taylor

jackie is definitely the sappy type.

when you tell her, she stops mid-thrust and just looks at you with a nervous smile and excited eyes. jackie wants to make sure you’re sure, so she spends a minute or two asking if this is really what you want.

after about the third time you tell her yes, she pulls your body into hers, hugging you close as she returns to her steady movements. you and jackie are usually the ones to pull out and get the pill the next morning, so she’s always bare inside of you.

your legs are wrapped around her waist as she moves her head down to be face-to-face with you. she spends the whole time with her lips connected to yours, whispering about how great of a mom you’re going to be over your whimpers and moans.

jackie is picturing the future with every kiss you share—you pregnant with her baby, running around on the beach with your little ones, how much they’d look like a perfect mix of the two of you, and everything that comes after.

at the end of the day, jackie is still ‘fratboy jackie’ so when you tell her you’re close, a cocky smirk definitely makes its way across her face. the way you clench around her so tight makes her let go at that moment.

“mmm, you’re gonna take it all, right, honey? you’re gonna look so pretty with my baby inside of you.” jackie rasps, hips stuttering as her orgasm washes over her.

afterwards she will shower your face in kisses and immediately get all tender and sweet. she probably also thanks you because she’s been wanting this secretly for so long.

۶ৎ shauna shipman

now shauna…she’s been pestering you to let her cum inside of you for forever.

you’re not sure if it’s how turned on you are or the amount of baby videos you’ve been seeing recently, but you finally cave. little do you know shauna actually stole your phone one night while you were sleeping and began liking videos to mess with your algorithm.

now shauna doesn’t thank you, she gives you her signature grin while saying something extremely smug. it would turn you off if it was anyone else, but it’s shauna and you love just how she is.

much like lottie, she wants to get you pregnant to have a claim on you, but her intentions are a bit more prominent than lottie’s. of course she’ll also love to be parents, but what drives her is marking what’s hers, and giving you something no one else ever could.

she is 100% rough that night. in her mind, after this you may be pregnant and she doesn’t want to hurt you or the baby so she wants your last night to end with a hoorah. her pace is quick, hard, and fast. she wants you to feel this night for the next week.

when she hits a specific spot, you beg for her to keep going and let you cum, but she just forcefully grabs your jaw to make you look at her and says that she’s not here to make you feel good because your orgasm doesn’t matter, only hers.

you end up panting and begging ‘please’ constantly to the point that shauna either shoves her fingers in your mouth or covers it with her hand.

“you want to cum? aw, that’s too bad.” shauna mocks, laughing at the tears running down your face.

and when her load starts to drip out of you, she plunges her fingers into you, shoving them deep into you so you don’t waste any of her.

۶ৎ natalie scatorccio

unlike any of the others, nat is scared

obviously she didn’t have the best upbringing as a kid or even teenager, and she has spent her whole adulthood being careful so she doesn’t get anyone pregnant, so she freezes when you tell her.

it may be a mood killer because the air that was once filled with tension and heat is now gone, but you’ll do anything to make sure nat is okay. you have to spend a few minutes reassuring her and reminding her you don’t have to anything she doesn’t want to, but after telling her how great of a parent she’d be and you’d both go through the journey together, she relaxes.

you probably jokingly tell her that you’ll be the first person she ever has sex with raw, and that sure as hell gets her back in the mood right away.

you were most likely on her lap when you were consoling her, so she wraps an arm around you and flips you both over. her dimples are so striking when she’s looking at you, now that her head is filled with so many pleasant images of your future. she’s looking at you like you’re her whole world.

she’s very much on the more “making love” side of sex. probably more as a beginning of her more gentle side.

the position i picture is either nat sitting on her legs while your hips are pushed into hers so she can see your whole body and facial expressions, or face-to-face with her hand intertwined with yours by your head.

nat actually doesn’t last long considering this her first time ever being bare in someone, and it’s you at that. every clench of your walls around her, and every moan from your mouth just pushes her closer and closer to the edge.

praise praise praise!!

“you’re so beautiful. i can just look at you like this all night.” nat pants, her thrusts becoming irregular at the tightness forming in her.