#bemonsters

‘   i’m not in the mood, david !   ’   she doesn’t give him the satisfaction of her jumping, but her arms are both above her head reaching for the object david held in his grasp.   ‘   stop it ! i know i’m short, you don’t have to remind me !   ’   she steps back with a huff, stamping her foot. she doesn’t say anything else, just glares at him.   /   @bemonsters !

         ❛  yeah,   but  you  know,   sometimes  people  do  the  wrong  thing,   but  for  the  right  reasons ------  ❜     there’s a hesitation there,   a slight quaver in her voice as she speaks.   beth had never really been the type who struggled with her own  moral  compass.   she’d always thought of herself as a  good  person.   of course,   that was  before  she’d decided to become a  criminal.   in the end,  though,   they’d only stolen from people even  worse   ------didn’t that sort of cancel it out?    she shrugs,   shaking her head,   but suddenly finding it difficult to make eye contact.     ❛  ------   isn’t  it  the  thought  that  counts  ?  ❜   ||   @bemonsters​  —   (  s.c.  )

@bemonsters

@bemonsters​ has so many delightful muses, and is really just??  so cool??  no, really, man.  i’m not cool enough to interact with bren.   all the threads we have had been really interesting, and a few have made me genuinely laugh out loud, which is like… winning rp partner gold, right there.  if you’re not following, you’re missing out!

Lady Margaery knew that soon he would have to whisk himself away from her chambers lest they be caught in each other’s arms, naked bodies in clear view of each other, her legs tangled of his own. It would not do for such a thing, even if such things happened quite frequently behind closed doors... She knew of such through her ladies in Highgarden, cousins, even. The thing to do was to not get caught. Aramis needed to leave, to be far from her and not speak of this to anyone. Yet she could not keep her eyes off of him. Watching as he slept peacefully, adorned in the morning light. How it made her smile, quickly forgetting the predicament their night together would surely bring. Yet it was a night she would have again — and again — over and over. Gently her fingers graced along the apple of his cheek, down to the curve of his jaw. He is handsome, she thought. Something she knew from the moment she saw him, despite the circumstances of their first meeting being...unconventional. She was glad for it, however, if the meeting had led to this. Her lips leaned forward, an ache for a kiss settled deep within her, the memories of drowning in his kisses the night before overwhelming her so utterly. And yet, the kiss did not come, for when it did, he would awaken and he would have to leave. Ghosting her lips over his, fingers curling into a fist as frustration fills her. Trapped between the desire to kiss him and the desire to wanting him to stay a little longer. The Gods were cruel, she thought, making her choose one over the other. Lips parted slightly, a shaky exhale given as her heart beat erratically against her chest. To not kiss him felt like torture and she wanted to whimper for not being able to do so. Gently, she felt the lightest of grazes against his lips, a sense of relief flooding her and before she knew it, or could stop it, though stopping herself was beyond her control, her lips were kissing him. Light, soft, feather-like kisses upon him, a seemingly endless stream, until her passions took over and the kisses became full and wanting, a moan following soon after. She smiled, as the kiss ended, despite wanting him to stay. For she could not help but smile with him, and she didn’t want to stop smiling now. “Good morning...” she all but purred against his lips, pulling back to look upon his face and smile further. “For it truly is a good morning, is it not?”

shit the tea is SO HOT this morning goddamn.

     @bemonsters.

@bemonsters.