#(( uh huh hot 🔥 ))

[facefullofsadness]

The world needs guitarist winter!! 🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥 (i die a little each time i see her with a guitar)

AGREE!!! everyday that has passed since 230225 winter playing guitar at synk hyper line in seoul for the first time has just been me trying to recover and seek guidance bc damn, she ruined my life and it's all I've been able to think about

content - rockstar guitarist!winter, best friend's sister!winter, dom!winter, includes txt members (beomgyu and yeonjun) and giselle, song references, smut (messy and wild sex, slight degradation, fingering, cunnilingus, strap-on usage, choking, breeding kink, quickies, squirting, vibrator usage, semi-public sex/voyeurism)

wc - 3122

a/n - a loaded one since it's been a while. I had sm fun writing this in general, but especially a certain part (I think u'll be able to tell when u get there), I was laughing my ass off so fking hard. also I just got a haircut that's very wolf-cut-y so it helped a whole bunch to get into writing this lol, committed to the bit!

winter's a damn good guitarist.

she's fuckinggg hotttt too when she plays and she knows it. watched a vid of her recently doing her guitar solo during girls and after the final riff she smirked at the camera and I LITERALLY COMBUSTED DEAR LORD.

anyway, I imagine her in a rock band, one with beomgyu, and they're both just the hot, wolf-cut, dark emo guitarists. you're the lead singer and front man of the band and were the reason the band formed in the first place. you were besties with beomgyu and you two wrote and composed music from time to time, always having the idea of a band as a passion project at the back of your minds.

eventually, gyu recruited his sister, minjeong. the three of you worked together diligently, recruiting yeonjun as a drummer who knew and dragged along aeri as a bassist. it was truly a dream come true, getting to pursue what you're passionate about the most with your best friend and a group of people just as enthusiastic as you were.

though, it was hard to focus with such a pretty girl like kim minjeong breathing down your neck at all times. you, beomgyu, and minjeong would primarily work together on music, usually going from the afternoon until after midnight hours. while minjeong was only a few months older than your best friend, she'd boss him around and push him to go home, saying it was late and that their mom needed to see at least one of them to know they were okay. he'd groan and complain about it, especially since you and him were the main collaborators for songs and were the best when you were together, but she'd always promise to take good care of you, whatever that meant (huehuehue).

beomgyu cares more about you as a little sister than he does his own sister so when he gets confirmation that she'll take care of you, he accepts it and goes home early, leaving you and minjeong in the studio alone. you bite your lip as you watch the door close, your friend leaving you behind with her.

"just you and me now, huh pretty?" the girl leans into you on the couch.

you shift uncomfortably at the close proximity and try to subtly scooch away, "uh yeah, I guess so... we should try to finish this arrangement before we get out of here."

you try your best to compose yourself and act professional, hearing minjeong's deep chuckle next to you, "alright then."

actually getting work done and writing some lyrics alongside figuring out the instrumental arrangement with minjeong since she's the other guitarist, besides beomgyu (also bc he left). you tell her that you get frustrated with the fact you're not that good at playing, her having asked why you don't just make the arrangements yourself. and so, she decides to teach you! well, "teach you."

placing her acoustic Silvertone on your lap and crawling up slowly behind you, her warm body pressed up against your back, the brush of her lips against your ear making you shiver. she brings her arms over and places her hands over yours, guiding them around the strings and assisting with the chords.

she whispers deep and raspy into your ear various instructions, "if you cover this entire fret and press down on these strings, you'll get the F Barre chord. it's a little difficult but nothing you can't manage, right princess?"

"the placement kinda hurts..." you complain, feeling the burn of the metal strings against your skin.

"it'll be a little painful when you start, but with practice you'll get better. you have to press down harder than that though," her pressing your fingers down harder against the nylon strings.

whining softly at the pain, making her lips come closer to your ear, "come on baby, you can do it, a little pain goes a long way. I know you can handle it."

a chill runs down your spine at her words, proceeding to repeatedly attempt to strum the chord correctly until the sound was full.

"good girl, it wasn't that bad right?" you turn to face her, her lips just centimeters away from yours.

your breath picks up at her proximity and a smirk tugs at her lips, moving her face into your neck and hotly sighing against it.

"how badly do you want it, hm? how badly do you want me to fuck you like a rockstar?"

your grip on her guitar tightens as her mouth trails around your neck, gasping when you feel her tongue drag across slowly.

"what do you think you're doing?"

"nothing you don't want me to already, sweetheart."

you lean into her touch, moving your hand away from the body of the guitar to lace your fingers through her soft wolf-cut hair, pulling her head in further into your neck, now placing wet kisses against the skin.

you suddenly shoot your eyes open at the realization of what you two are doing and stutter, "I-I don't think we should be doing th-this... we need to finish the arrangement... and also, y-your brother, what will h-he think?"

you stumble over your words as minjeong just hums in response to, continuing to leave sloppy marks across your neck, feeling her make hickeys on parts of your skin that wouldn't be noticeable.

"we have all the time in the world to finish the song. but what about gyu? did you want him instead then?" she asks, almost threateningly, challenging you to say yes.

in response, you whimper and pull her head in further towards your neck, practically begging her not to go away.

"don't you feel ashamed letting your best friend's sister do this to you? or are you just a slut?"

you don't answer, only shut your eyes and bite your lip. minjeong doesn't like that, resulting in her hand to pull you by the hair backwards, head facing the ceiling. your eyes shot open at the contact and you see her blown pupils staring into yours.

her voice comes out low and dark, "answer me whore. tell me what you are, I wanna hear you say it."

you gulp down a lump in your throat, debating if you should listen to her or to your morals. all sense jumps out the window when she sexily raises her eyebrow at you, an expectant expression sitting on her aroused face.

fuck it whatever, she's too fucking hot, "I'm your slut, minjeong, all yours."

finishing the arrangement? what a joke! she has your legs spread wide open on the soundboard, skillful fingers pumping in and out of your squelching cunt, your head thrown back, moaning into the hot air of the studio. her one hand plunging deep into your pussy while the other one is wrapped around your waist, holding you close, keeping your thighs propped open with her body. and she's just watching you, her mouth slightly open and lips a deep dark plump red, her messy hair tousled, bangs sticking to her sweaty forehead. she loves watching how your face contorts in response to her digits curling to hit that delicious spot in your hole, hitting it repeatedly, her palm slapping against your clit with every quick thrust of her hand. the sounds of your croaky moans, wet and clenching pussy, and her heavy breathing fill the sound-proof room, the thought of productivity not even grazing either of your minds.

the pleasure built so much, you felt that knot in your stomach tighten. minjeong quickened her pace as she felt your legs start to shake around her, sensing how close you were to cumming. it was all too much and you suddenly orgasmed, crying out moans with every wave of delight that surged through your body, thighs trembling, eyes rolled back and mouth hung open, your hands gripping her shoulders for dear life. she intently watched with a lustful stare at every expression your face made while you came, memorizing how good you looked when she fucked you. pulling her fingers out and collecting every drop of cum you leaked onto her hand and wrist, licking it clean until a thin sheet of her saliva remained.

"open your fucking mouth and stick your tongue out," she demanded with a deep voice.

you obeyed and gagged, feeling her tongue shove itself down your throat, forcefully swallowing her saliva and your cum. drool seeped out the sides of your lips as she continued her onslaught in your mouth, feeling her clothed hips grind against your sensitive clit, moans slipping out of your throat in the form of gags.

she'd pull away suddenly, tongue exiting your mouth with a wet slurping noise, making you cough. "you. are. mine. remember that."

she'd remind you, running her damp fingers through her hair.

these late night escapades continued to occur with every single long session held in the studio (she definitely recorded some audios of you guys fucking for sureeee). the creative part of you wanted beomgyu to stay and help with the music, but the sinful part of you so desperately wanted him to leave as soon as possible to have his sister all to yourself. your best friend never caught on to you and minjeong, but oh, yeonjun and aeri caught on like THAT. the tension between you two was so palpable, the two older members would side eye you during practices and giggle to each other, watching the two of you eye fuck from across the room.

eventually, the band's popularity would build and proceed to skyrocket, leading to your guys' first tour. tour meant performing together, traveling together, being with each other, and ultimately, tour meant being with minjeong. and so when management would get 3 hotel rooms for you all, 1 for the boys, 1 for the girls, and well, 1 for aeri being the sleeping beauty she is, rooming with minjeong meant a few things. practicing together, writing and composing together, and sleeping together (for the girls in the back, SEX).

throwing you onto the bed as soon as you reach your hotel room, tearing your clothes off and pinning you down, sloppily kissing each other. she'd prep you by eating you out, sticking her wet muscle inside of your leaking core, caressing your walls and flicking against your g-spot. you bit down hard on the pillow, muffling your moans as her thumb covered in her saliva rubbed against your throbbing clit. her pulling away right before you came and putting on a strap-on she brought on tour (for you of course!), wasting no time in thrusting it into you.

the pillow probably did nothing to silence your screams as she mercilessly fucked you into the mattress, hand pressing down on your lower stomach to feel her cock pumping in and out of you, the tip of her dick hitting your cervix again and again, her thumb still stimulating your clit. minjeong had your back arching, your hands flew everywhere, trying to grip onto anything to ground yourself, but nothing was enough, even as you screamed and bit down on your pillow. your eyes watered and your vision blurred as she rammed into you, the dark-haired girl moving her hands to wrap around your neck, choking you, gradually adding pressure with every rough thrust. her pants eventually became moans too, loving the feeling of the side of her strap hitting that delicious spot inside of her too, slapping her clit against yours as she bottomed out in you.

"I'm gonna fucking cum in you y/n, I'm gonna knock you up, fill you up until you're leaking both of us," minjeong growls above you, lowering her face to level with yours.

you feel tears fall down the sides of your face and your throat sore from another scream ripped out of you as well as her hands around your neck as she throws the pillow in your mouth onto the floor, attaching her mouth to yours instead. you cry onto her tongue as you orgasm against her strap, toes curling and legs wrapped around her waist, nails digging into minjeong's shoulders, cum gushing out of you as you feel her cock shoot fake ropes of white liquid into you, filling you up. you feel her shake in your arms too as she cums, her pleasure leaking out onto your thighs, soaking the bedsheets. she collapses on top of you, both of you desperately gasping for air, her dick still inside of you, keeping the fake cum from leaking out.

"good thing we have another bed."

of course being on tour also meant fucking in the green room before a performance. having done interviews all morning, having a concert for the tour tonight, minjeong was so mean! she had you wear a vibrator the entire day! it would be on the lowest setting up until the interviewer would ask you a question. she would turn up the intensity and you would squirm as you tried to answer, gripping your ripped jeans, almost causing another tear. and so when you two were left alone in the green room for just a minute, she took you right then and there, your legs wide open on the sofa, her mouth stimulating your clit while she increased the vibrator's setting to max, thrusting it in and out of you.

you were screaming in pleasure, all the built up tension in your stomach finally being relieved with each pump of the sex toy in your pussy. you clutched onto her leather jacket for dear life as you came all over her face, squirting everywhere. she licked as much as she could and you both worked quickly to clean before anyone came back. your members, staff, and the fans would notice you limping around on stage that night, winter with an especially evil smirk resting on her face.

being on tour also meant getting fingered in the bathroom backstage. it's literally 10 minutes to showtime, but minjeong NEEDED to fuck you now! her calloused fingers pumping in and out of you while you reciprocated fingering her too. both of your skirts hiked up and panties pushed to the side (no safety shorts? idk this is fiction, ignore it!), moaning desperately into each others mouths as you messily and sloppily made out against the bathroom stall door. curling your fingers at the same time, biting down on her lip while her fingernails dug into your thigh at the feeling. rolling your hips against her palm to stimulate your clit, her repeating the motion and pinning you harder to the door so that your bodies were flush against one another.

screaming into each other's mouths as you came at the same time, cum dripping down your wrist. quickly cleaning one another up (with your tongues, yup) and running to your places since there was literally THIRTY SECONDS to showtime! beomgyu confusedly looking at you two in frustration, asking where you guys had been, yeonjun and aeri rolling their eyes laughing, still lowkey irritated that you guys were LITERALLY FUCKING instead of getting ready to perform smh. everyone definitely noticed the redness in both of your cheeks. winter had fingered you with her calloused hand, the dampness making it more difficult to play the chords during that show, the band noticing the change in effectivity too (how technical!).

at some point, the fans would notice the tension between you two. who wouldn't ship the lead singer with the guitarist in a band anyway right? especially when it's the hot dark wolf-cut emo guitarist winter and the stunning pretty charismatic lead singer. but of course that wasn't the only reason, you guys were soooo obvious. you're singing the flirty and seductive lyrics towards her, minjeong returning a smirk back at you and sticking her tongue out while she fingerpicks her guitar, raising her eyebrows when she does. trailing your fingertips over her bare skin in skimpy outfits they'd put her in onstage, singing the lyrics into her ears.

or literally just flat out fucking saying it. like having those soundcheck Q&As where fans would ask you questions like "if you were to date one of the members, who would you date?"

answering each other's names at the same time, causing everyone to laugh in the audience, beomgyu gagging, and yeonjun and aeri holding back laughter. minjeong following up by saying something like "I mean, it's not like it hasn't happened before." LIKE WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?

or when you and winter are in an interview and they ask what the inspiration was behind a particular song, let's say a more sexy song, and she responds first, "well, every song that we've written has influences from our own personal experiences."

the interviewer would be like, "so then is it true when you sing quote 'I might fuck your friend, I made my mind up'?"

you blush profusely and winter just dies laughing, "I'll let you guys decide that one."

"y/n, you wrote "we go for hours and it's still good" correct?" the interviewer continues.

"yes yes but the details don't really matter do they?" you nervously laugh while minjeong drills holes into the side of your head, staring at you with a playful and sinister smirk on the side.

my favorite headcanon to think about is online discourse regarding you and minjeong. your guys' new mv dropped for your latest single and there are a bunch of scenes with you and winter acting like an angsty couple in the rain, making up in the end by having an alluded to sex scene (lmao, wild if this actually would ever happen).

I just imagine twt going INSANEEE.

slut4winter: DID Y/N AND WINTER FUCK AT THE END OF THE VIDEO?!?!?

y/nonechancepls: i literally cannot defend minjeong and y/n anymore...

beomgyuswolfcut: bro, winter fr cucked her brother from y/n 😭😭

aerifuckinguchinaga: win-y/n's chemistry is a lil too real yall 💀

drumjunyeonjun: not them saying it was their fav scene to film, the closet is made out of AIR, IM SICK OF U F WORDS !!!

and of course, despite all of this, your dear bestie and minjeong's brother doesn't catch on. at times, beomgyu will be all what the fuck is going on when you two say something that has double entendre or has some sort of underlying meaning.

yeonjun usually just pats him on the back while laughing, "oh my friend, never change, never change."

aeri being such a nosy friend LOVES hearing you rant about it, chin propped up on her fist, leaning forward against the table, a cheeky grin on her face. with every spicy detail, she's always just like, "girllll, you're insane and wild, but good for you!"

a/n - like rq, through a guitarist pov, winter is so attractively good at guitar it pisses me off. also headcanon songs this band would make are like wdywfm by the neighbourhood, sex by the 1975, do I wanna know by arctic monkeys, and slow down by chase atlantic. incredibly self indulgent hc and WHAT ABOUT IT!!

[avonne-writes]

Gale’s oral fixation + John’s big thighs 😍❤️‍🔥

Criminally hot 🔥 I had to write a drabble. This is set in my modern AU where they're postgrad students and best friends with benefits already in love with each other but scared to confess it.

Exam papers flutter on the desk of Gale's supervisor as the fragrant spring breeze swirls in through the open window. The Astrophysics department's small office smells like old bookshelves, leather and coffee, more comforting than the Business School's sterile ultramodern building. But John isn't here to examine the decor - he came to entertain Gale because he thought it was unfair that he had to be holed up inside, grading papers when the weather was so nice.

That, and because John wanted to kiss him.

It's all he can think about lately. His best friend's lips, their plump cushion under his own, the taste of them, soft skin between John's teeth. Given their amazing, perfect, completely causal agreement that they'd help each other out quick and easy if needed, he didn’t have any hangups about it. But he did think it would be weird to just ask to make out without an end goal, so he pretended to be horny as an excuse, even though he wasn't.

He just didn't count on Gale being the one who'd be too turned on to resist a quickie right where they could be caught anytime.

"Jesus Christ, Buck." John hisses in the rolling chair of Gale's supervisor, his hips twitching to thrust into Gale's hand. In the grip of Gale's pale fingers, he throbs with hot need, Gale's spit slicking his length to make the friction just right as Gale strokes him. "Warn a guy next time."

"Warn?" Gale asks, lust low in his voice. He’s kneeling between John's spread legs, halfway under the desk. With his free hand, he tugs John's trousers and boxers down to bare his thighs completely.

"We started this whole thing because you said it would be convenient. That we could have each other anytime, no strings attached." He presses his lips to John's right thigh and bites down gently, his teeth digging into John's muscle. "I want you now."

"Fuck." John breathes out, gripping the armrests. He needs to swallow the moans already pressing at his throat, the guttural, helpless noises he tends to make in Gale's bedroom, because they're one curious professor away from scandal. "Can we close the window at least?"

"Nah." Gale nuzzles his thigh again, the corner of his lips curling into a smile. "I know you'll be a good boy, John."

John throws his head back against the headrest. "I'm really not."

He feels the huff of Gale's laugh on his leg. "Yes, you are." Gale sucks on a strip of John's skin noisily until it colours pink, sensitive. His expression is pure bliss. "My good boy."

A surprised whimper escapes John's throat. "What?"

Gale freezes for a moment, as if caught, but he goes back to rubbing and kissing John's thigh a second later. "Nothing."

"I don’t know what came over you." John mumbles breathlessly, slouching in the chair to give Gale better access to his cock, to chase Gale's teasing hand. His own fingers find their way to Gale's blond hair and tug as Gale leaves a hard bite on the meat of his thigh to mirror his work on the other side.

When Gale bats his right hand away, he puts the left on Gale's head instead. Gale gives him an exasperated look, then sits back on his haunches to get away from his demanding touch. His eyes roam over John's body lazily, his fist still moving up and down.

"You didn't sit like that on purpose?"

"Hm." John hums, pushing into Gale's hand. The chair rolls back a little, so he tightens the cradle of his legs around Gale's torso to stay in place. "Like what?"

"Like you wanted your dick sucked."

John closes his eyes as a wave of heat rolls down from the top of his head to his toes. "You have an oral fixation, I swear."

"Uh-huh." Gale just hums, his entire focus on John's cock now. He strokes his left hand over the bruises he sucked into the meat of John's right thigh, then he cups John's balls.

"Ah, fuck. You don’t even deny it."

Gale looks up at him from under his lashes as he leans forward. His body warm between John's thighs, his lips glistening.

"Why deny it?" He shrugs and kisses the tip of John's cock. Closing his eyes, he runs his pink tongue up the underside of it to the head, catching the drops of moisture beading there slowly from the torturous pleasure he inflicts on John's body. When John grunts, Gale looks at him again. There’s a playful glint in his eyes. "Be a good boy now, Bucky."

John puts his right hand back on Gale's head and presses his left fist to his mouth as hot, warm suction slides down his length and pulls his pleasure right out of his soul. Shadows pass behind the opaque glass of the door opposite him, people walking down the corridor. The star charts on the walls mirror the stars he sees behind his eyes as Gale sucks him leisurely, without a care in the world. No one walks into Astrophysics at four p.m. on a Friday, right? John prays, and squeezes his eyes shut against the pleasure as he thrusts into Gale's mouth.

He's gonna cancel his plans of going out and take Gale home again tonight.

[drsbutmakeitspicy]

More about this post of Lando sending Carlos pictures of Osco (Also Im relearning how to use tumblr so I hope this looks okay, also not betaread)

Lando: [Link]

Carlos: ?

Lando: Some nice pictures from today at the MTC 😉.

Carlos: hm.

Carlos: Why no one fixed his hair? Charlotte never allowed us to show up like that at.🤦‍♂️

Lando: Dunno man, maybe he is afraid of hair brushes.🥴

Carlos: He's an adult.

Lando: Lewis is afraid of onions.🤷

Carlos: I don't believe that. Anyway, tell your teammate to stop being lazy.👍

Lando: 🥱

Carlos: it's absolutely unacceptable to show up at work like that.

Lando: Okay 😶

Carlos: He knew it was one of those type of events right? McLaren would tell us a day or week before. How can he be that disrespectful with his team?

Lando: It's just a bed hair, mate. 🤔

Carlos: Lando you don't understand!! He doesn't care about the teams reputation? Does he need someone to teach him something so basic¿

Lando: are you okay? 🤨

*Carlos is typing*

Lando: You're taking too long, I get it mate. You want to run your fingers through his hair.🥱

Carlos: NO !!!😡

Carlos: I want to just fix it.

Lando: Same thing, mate.

Carlos: NO IT ISNT

Lando: Hm. I think he would be fine with it, as long as you're doing that while kissing him. 😌

Carlos:...

Lando: 🙂

Carlos: would he?

Lando: Idk mate, I never asked, maybe I should. I'll screenshot this and send it to him. 😘

Carlos: Lando I'm gonna block you.

*Lando took a screenshot*

Carlos: LANDO NORRIS

Carlos: DONT YOU DARE 😡

Carlos: I can see you're still Online you Muppet!!!

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Oscar: Hi, it's Oscar. 👋

Oscar: Lando sent me some screenshots.

Oscar: I'm absolutely horrible with keeping my hair, I am aware of that, I didn't hear my alarm that day and only had time to brush my teeth and put a hoodie on.

Carlos: Oh.

Carlos: I don't know what came over me, you don't need to explain yourself, I'm sorry. 🤦‍♂️

Oscar: But I do accept the offer. 👍

Carlos: What offer?

Oscar: ? Lando said you would like to teach me how to take proper care of my hair ? 😶

Carlos: Oh. hm I can help you with that.

Oscar: Ok, it's settled then, mate. You're in Monaco rn right? We can meet at <this place> later if you're free.

Carlos: The harbour?

Oscar: Yea, Mark is lending me his Yatch for the night. I think it would be nice, Lando gave me this idea some weeks ago.

Carlos: you're throwing a party?

Oscar: Nope. Just us, basically.

Carlos: So I can tell you how to take care of your hair¿?

Oscar: Oh shit, maybe I got things wrong, I thought uh, making out was also included.😬

Carlos: OH.

Carlos: It is, Yes.

Oscar: So, uh are you free? 7pm?

Carlos: 👍

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Carlos: Thanks.

Lando: 😛

Lando: Yatch date huh? Hot.🔥🔥🔥

*Carlos Blocked You*

[brittscafe]

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐳𝐳

Pairing: Bazz B x female reader.

Summary: Bazz B gets a hand massage from his girlfriend and decides to show her just how good he is with his fingers.

Request: Heyooooo! Hope you are doing well! Can I please get a scenario for my hot fire rooster, Bazz-B? I don’t see many T-T One where he could be angrily ranting to his girlfriend reader about something(I imagine it happens often lol), and while he does that, reader would sneakily start messing with his hands to calm him down and get him to stop? Like touching them, massaging them, removing his gloves, kissing his fingers and so on? Maybe starting cute/gentle and probably getting gradually sexy? He would try to stay mad cuz reader isn’t really listening to his looong ass rant but can’t. He would probably become a bit of a blushing mess because it would be sweet but a huge turn on for him. Could go into full blown sexy times, but that’s up to you ;) Just had the random thought the other day since he always claims to be good with his fingers lmao. So I would love to see what you come up with if you feel up for it. Thanks and love your work! P.S: I really like this whole anon emoji thing so can I claim either ❤️‍🔥 or 🔥? Cuz expect to hear from me often….. if it’s not a problem. 😅

A/n: Omggg heyy <3 Feel free to claim ❤️‍🔥 I honestly think Bazz is sooo hot, it's insane.

Content: Smut, Bazz B being a little bit of a hothead, fingering, cursing.

Ko-fi link (anything is appreciated <3)

The bedroom door slams open and you perk your head up. Your boyfriend, Bazz B comes marching into the room. His fists are clenched and his nostrils are flared.

"That stupid idiot! You know, sometimes I wonder just how they could be so insanely stupid!" Bazz scoffs out, shaking his head in denial.

"Awww, tell me more," you encourage him and he continues onto his long rant. He's spewing out words, left and right, but they go through right your eardrums.

Your eyes glance down at his gloved hands, clenched at his side and you reach out.

"Oh...uh huh," you nod your head, grabbing onto his hands and starting to massage them. Bazz doesn't even notice as he angrily rants on, his voice filling the room.

"Hey...you're not even listening," he speaks sternly, catching your attention. You gaze up at him, slowly taking off his gloves and tossing them aside.

"No, I am. Keep on going," you assure him, shooting him a sly smile.

He lets out a tiny sigh and cocks an eyebrow, pondering for a minute before going back to his rant. You bring his hands up to your lips and shower them in soft kisses.

Bazz stops in the middle of his sentence, stuttering as his cheeks turn a slight pink.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he asks, glaring down at you. You shrug your shoulders.

"Nothing," you reply innocently.

"Well...I just thought you could show me how good you are with your fingers since you claim to be, but oh well," you tease him, letting out a tiny, playful sigh.

Bazz's whole expression changes from hearing your words. A grin tugs along his face and he lets out a chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Yeah? Does somebody want me to show them how good I am with my fingers and how good I can make them feel?" Bazz asks, his voice low and raspy.

Your heart thuds against your chest and you nod your head. Bazz wastes no time, tugging down your pants and underwear. His fingers wrap around your underwear, gazing at the large wet spot on them.

He lets out a tiny chuckle and tosses them aside. "Look at that, pretty girl. You're so wet for me already, aren't you?" he asks, his voice deep and sending a chill down your spine.

He places his pointer finger on your clit and you inhale sharply. Even the slightest touch has got you jumping. Bazz takes notice of your reaction and replaces his pointer finger with his thumb, rubbing your clit.

You wrap your fingers around the bedsheets squeezing them as pleasure starts to tingle your body. Bazz smirks and a gleam overtakes his eyes.

"Somebody's very sensitive," he teases you, fingers brushing against your wet folds.

"Stop teasing me," you breathe out, almost begging him. The look inside of Bazz's eyes changes and they darken in a way. The room becomes hot and heavy as he slowly slides two fingers inside of you, earning a quiet gasp from you.

The pads of his fingers tap against that plush spot inside of you and grabs onto your hip with his other hand. His hand is pushing your body into the plush bed as his fingers work on building up the pleasure inside of you.

"That feels really good," you comment, spreading your thighs wider to feel more of his fingers.

"Yeah, baby?" Bazz asks you, inserting a third finger inside of you. You clench around his fingers, moans leaving your mouth as his fingers dance along your g-spot.

"Yes," you whimper out, heart beat speeding up and a knot twisting inside of your gut. The way his fingers prod right up against your spot makes your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Bazz's eyes gaze over your face, pleasure written all over it. He loves the way his fingers can make you feel and how pretty your moans are for him.

The pleasure starts building up inside of you as his thick fingers slide in and out of you. Wet squelches fill the room along with your heavy breathing, moans, and whines.

"Are you gonna be a good girl for me, baby?" Bazz asks, grabbing onto your jaw and forces you to look up at him. Your eyes are welling up with tears, so immense from the pleasure.

"Yes, p-please Bazz," you beg him, feeling your climax coming on. He speeds up the pace of his fingers and your jaw falls open, loud moans leaving it.

The room becomes filled with lewd sounds of moans, wetness, and high pitched whines as you cum onto Bazz's fingers. He feels the warm liquid spill onto his thick fingers, leaving his fingers inside of you as you come down from your high.

You pant heavily as tears slide down the side of your face, happy ones of course. Bazz's fingers press into your jaw and he slowly slides his cum covered fingers out from your pussy.

"God, you sound so pretty when you cum for me," he chuckles out with a deep voice, dipping his head down towards yours and kissing you roughly.

Your pussy is throbbing still, a reminder of how good Bazz is with his fingers.

[maybanksbabe]

hiiii could u pls write *ing* prompts 8 and 12 w rafey 🤗

🔥😵 WOW

PROMPTS ARE CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE!

8: [crying] because of how good it feels

20: [interlacing] your fingers during it

"Fuck, Rafe -" He nipped at your earlobe rocking his hips against you as hard as possible, filling you up over and over again. Everything was sore and aching but the building euphoria for who knows how many times so far that you'd lost count.

"Uh-huh... Tell me, baby, tell me all about it," he prompted with that fake sympathy that always turned you into a babbling mess. He sat back briefly to put your legs on his shoulders before coming back to you, flush skin on skin.

"I -" The new angle and the force of each thrust into your oversensitive, puffy cunt only rendered you speechless.

"I know, baby, feels good, doesn't it?" He reached for your hand and laced his fingers through yours. The knot that formed in your lower stomach sent a rush through your extremities, all the way through your hips, back, legs and arms. Overwhelming and unrelenting as Rafe's free hand moved to start rubbing at your, frankly abused, clit, pushing you over the edge in seconds.

All you could do was cling on to you, nails leaving red crescents on the back of his hand and down his shoulders, the white hot pleasure that rushed over you left you tear-stained, sobbing unashamed against his parted lips. Reduced to a shaking, crying, babbling mess.

[soshiharin]

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[iz-nomerants]

If the the Cinderella boy cast could have a superpower, what would they choose?

omg, im horrible at headcanons 😂 but anyway uh

Deacon: Superman powers. He likes to dream of his main character moments <33

Chase: They’re good with anything. Super speed? Do all the chores and win a marathon. Flight? Cool! He’d go to Mexico, or maybe Korea for the idols, free airplane trip! And he doesn’t have to eat gluten filled airport food 😃😃. But I think he’d like superstar or super rich a lot <33

He’d want to be batman, minus the brooding, the black, the outside under wear and the dead parents

Buddy: He’s a lazy guy so he’d want telekinesis so he wouldn’t have to walk to get anything.

Grandpa Ralph: Super speed, multiple arms, heightened hearing, super strength, anything to beat Diane.

“Hey Diane!” *lifts cart* “Betcha can’t do that huh! You rusty old coot!”

Old man: Mind control. Because autonomy is the greatest obstacle to productivity.

Teddy: Super strength (or, super hot— 🤣😍🔥)

Likey: Godzilla.

Big Tony: A magical leash for godzilla.

[mothmanhamlet]

aaaaaaand neil gaiman is taking the lead in the "author starts abruptly talking about shipping causing Hot New Discourse to hit the market" competition. now, he's been rising the ranks for most of his career, but season one of good omens truly putting him on the map. with a second season AND a controversial gay kiss we may be seeing an absolutely HISTORIC-

hold on? im getting word of something going on out on the field. uh huh. yeah. whats this? now entering the ring: RICHARD SIKEN WITH THE STEEL CHAIR 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[having-conniptions]

Love In The Air Special Episode) live reaction under the cut (long post)

Uhhhhh I watched the entire series on iQIYI and there's a special episode but it's just some behind the scenes commentary... I don't think that's it *proceeds to google* *finds actual episode on bilibili* aaaaaahhh bilibili my beloved

The quality is fucked tho, I can count the damn pixels

Ayyyyy besties hanging out <3

Lmao not Plerng trying to snatch Sky away from Pai hahahahaha

"Nong Sky, you should come this way or you'll go crazy like them" HAHAHA SHE'S ICONIC

"I didn't fight with P'Phayu. I'm just annoyed that he's attractive." Good to know our boys still have normal real-life problems

So... Sky's problem is that Pai's entire family is crushing on him and Rain's problem is that everyone is crushing on Phayu? They're so unserious omg but unserious problems are what they deserve after everything they've gone through

"No, it doesn't suit you. Take it off right now." So that's how it is huh Rain?

Hahaha my babies are so baby

"Have you ever called P'Pai 'Daddy'?" RAIN WHERE IS THIS GOING

The way he said "Daddyyy-uh!" Rain stoooppp I'm wheezing

Soooo... Phayu was acting like Rain's dad (telling him to get off his damn phone and read a book), Rain called him out on it and Phayu's brain short circuited - got it xD I love them so much

Hahaha Rain is so shameless istg

"Can I eat something else too?" 👀🍑

I'M FUCKINF WHEEZING THE FUVKING NIPPLE PINCH HAHAHA Sky sending Pai to horny jail

"Keep playing your game. I'm gonna play mine." OH MY 👀

Awwww Phayu and Prapai watching Rain and Sky being adorable and goofy 🤭❤️

Sky telling that girl to back off was too good - I absolutely love when he's being sassy 🔥❤️

He's so sassy and confident I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Besties going on a trip ayyyyy

And trying their hardest not to miss their respective boyfriends lmao

But can we please treat their friendship as just as valid and important as their relationships? Because it is 😭❤️

They didn't even tell their boyfriends?? Oh - they did. But our dumbasses still decided to look for them I guess lol

Oh poor Sig xD

Lmao Rain gave Sig the exact location and even the room HE WANTS TO BE FOUND 😂

Sig's "evil laugh" I can't- 😂

SKY IN LUFFY COSPLAY?? I mean I knew he was an otaku but I didn't know it was this bad 😂 the cosplay is 🔥🔥🔥 tho

Chilling at the pool, sipping cocktails, living the good life 😌❤️

...gets boring quickly I guess 😂

Good thing the bf's are on their way

"Don't say there's actually a ghost behind me" Rain so Baby

"You know I'll get angry if you drag me away like that, don't you?" - "You know I won't do anything against your will" THIS EXCHANGE ❤️❤️

Directly followed by "I told you not to followed me" well he's got a point lmao

HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE SASSY SKY especially when he's bossing around his bf

Love how both of them are like "I'll forgive you but you have to do whatever I say" Rain is gonna put Phayu in a costume isn't he- HE CAME PREPARED IT'S IN HIS SUITCASE I CAN'T 😂

Oh my god Sky's rules for Pai are pure evil but like in the best way possible holy shit HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE WHEN SKY IS LIKE THIS

"Then it must be when I punished you until you were sore. But i remember that you liked it" whyyy did we only see the other options (why Rain is angry) as flashbacks earlier but not this one? Not fair xD

"Made out with her" RAIN THEY JUST SAT NEXT TO EACH OTHER ON A COUCH CALM YOUR TIDDIES BABE

Hahaha "next outfit. Get changed now."

The kisses in this series are seriously so beautiful - idk why but they're just so satisfying 😌❤️

Omg Sky with the candles & the bathrobe and the bubble bath and Pai isn't allowed to do anything or react - really testing his self control I could neverrrrrr

The power that Sky holds over Pai 👀👀👀 I am WEAK for him omg

"You've really got no idea how greedy I am" why is that so hot I mean what-

"We've made up, but I never said your punishment was over" Sky can be so scary you almost forget he is in fact baby

Awwwwww why is everyone so cute 😭❤️

"Shall we have a beach wedding?" PROPOSING ALREADY HUH

"You must've forgotten that same sex marriage isn't legalized in this country" I love how this line perfectly fits Sky's character while simultaneously bringing attention to one of the problems same-sex couples in Thailand face in real life, reminding viewers of the injustice that still exists

"But I believe there'll be changes in the future" aaaaaa i really see this exchange as something that's kinda breaking the first wall and this line feels like it's meant to give hope to same-sex couples in Thailand (and in other countries where it's not legal yet) ❤️❤️

Also can I just say Sky looks so freaking beautiful in this scene I want to print out every frame and use them as wallpaper 😍

Also the location and outfits are the same as in the photo on Pai's desk 😭❤️😭❤️

"When you're ready, I'm gonna propose to you" YEESSSS THE HALF-PROPOSAL AND PAI WAITING FOR SKY TO BE READY AAAA IT'S EVERYTHING

Awwww everyone running into the water, flip flops floating away into the ocean lmao

Shiiiiiiit they're all so cute omg that shot with both couples just standing there SO IN LOVE and Phayu and Pai with their wet (now see-through) shirts I don't even know where to look but this is art

And I'm sure a good part of that goofy ending was just BossNoeul and FortPeat 🤭🤭

This... this is it. It's over. Omg it's over. But it's not bc I'm not done yet. Time to obsess for a couple more weeks.

[neville-is-my-husband]

The next step

(Sry for bad spelling)

Only One person voted🥺

warning:smut.spiiicy🌶.aaand Yea watch it at ur One good.

Summary:You decide that your finally Ready to lose ur virginity and you want Neville to do it.

(Sry for bad spelling)

You were sat on the couch, with Neville Running around and tending his plants. He was so adoreble with the dirt smered on his face and his Hair all messy. You have wanted to ask him to take your virginity for a long time, so when he sat on the couch beside you, you told your self *its now or never*. "Neville?" You asked shyly " Yea?" He said in a sweet voice. Your heart was pounding."uhh i um i thougt that i uh...sorry" you couldnt get the words out of your mouth "dont Worry darling take your time" he said. You sighted trying not to studder to much "soo you know how we talked abt h-how we would only do IT when i-i was ready?" "Yea.." he said "weelllll im ready" a HUUGGGE smile appered on his face "u sure" he said "y-yea" u said "well when were u thinking?" Maybe saturday?"you said shyly "alr darling☺...but its getting late wanna go back to mine and cuddle?" "Ofc Neville!!"you said....

*time skip*

You were so exited you handsome boyfriend would finnaly take your virginety not that you didnt like having it you just wanted to know how it felt and step you and Nevilles relationship up. You wore a short red dress you had just bought just to spice things up🌶🔥. As you were on ur way to his dorm you couldnt stop thinking abt what he would think abt you body. But as soon as you opended the door all your worries went away. There was rose paddles all over the floor and candles were lit in the simmy dark room.Neville was sat on the bet with one of his prettyest shirts.you could already feel the tingeling between your legs.he had a huge smile on face pulling you towards him.

"You look stunning" neville said and it started to tingel even more."hm well thanks handsome" you said in your most suducive voice.he trew you on the bed and got on top of you "now your sure abt this,rhigt?""yea im ready"you said. He smiled and pulled his shirt of.he looked so good his handsome body rhigt above you turned you on even more(if thats possible) he looked at you and said"may i " like you were his queen and you adored that."ofc neville" said as he started to unbotton your shirt....

A couple minutues and kisses later you and him were only in your undergartmens.

He was so hot it was so hard to not rub agains him.

"Mmm you look soo good" Neville said.

This sended you over the edge you grabbed on to him and started rubbing against him.

"Someones desprate huh?" He said with a small smirk on his face.he slowly reached behind your back and unclapsed your bra. "Neville" a small wimper escaping your lips "aww look at you..you want me to touch you ,rhigt?" "Yes-yes plsss" you begged"alr then" he said as he pulled of your panties."be a good girl and spread your legs" you amedietly did what was told "mm so obidient" he wispered in your ear sending shivers down your spine. His head went between your legs and you could feel his tounge between your folds. "Fuck neville" you moaned his toung running across your clit.Neville slowly got uo and kissed you."sure you ready?" he asked again."yes Neville im sure" he quicly pulled his boxers of and lined up with your intrince.you winced as he slowly slid in "im sorry darling""no its okay"you winced. The pain slowly turned into plesure when he bottomed out and strted to kissed you."mm your so thigt" Neville moaned into your lips.

He slowly started moving and you could all ready feel the knoy in your stomac thigting "Neville!!"you moaned feeling your self realise."aww did sombody already come""im sorry neville" "its alr darling...cuddles?"

You better say yes to those cuddles!!!

This took me 2 days to write and i got tired while i was rhigting so im sry if its bad

Anywayyy i hope you like it!!!

Edit: this is soo cringeee.

[mlobsters]

supernatural s9e11 first born (w. robbie thompson)

this reminds me a bit of teen wolf in the plot overload disorder. i don't think i even bothered mentioning abaddon last episode. too much shit going on! also makes me laugh that we're in the 1800s, teen wolf also had this very weird (not good) flashback for the history of the argents (in the 1700s) 😂

all right, i know it's cain here, but i don't know anything really beyond that. except the mark at some point.

CROWLEY So...is that boudoir smile for me?

crowley's back in his sweet spot of evil but also maybe helpful but also probably trying to fuck you over. much better than just flat evil

CROWLEY I've been chasing that blade for decades. The closest I got to it was when one of my droogs -- Smitty -- got wind of a protégé demon of Abaddon's who claimed knowledge of the blade. Sadly, before Smitty could nab the guy, a hunter by the name of John Winchester nabbed the protégé. I'm here to see if there's anything in the John Winchester memorial library that might lead us to the first blade -- to killing Abaddon. DEAN You want to hunt? With me? CROWLEY I do love a good buddy comedy.

i know people talk up how crowley feels about dean but to me crowley is just horny for literally everyone and/or no one. sheppard is just so charismatic in this part

why is this so cute!

laughed out loud, good one. i'm the BEST liar, i totally fucked you both over, don't you remember??? don't besmirch my lying abilities, bro

i thought being totally sober would make me less loquacious but sadly, no ;(

CROWLEY Is all this really necessary? I mean, I've been inside your brother. We're practically family. DEAN Listen to me. We are the furthest thing from family. You got that, dickbag?

while dean does like to adopt every stray he comes across, the king of hell apparently doesn't qualify 😩

cas seemed disappointed about the lack of an actual guinea pig. understandable

sam barely keeping it together haha

hello sarah connor 🔥

CROWLEY I can help. Dean? DEAN He wants Abaddon as dead as I do. TARA If your daddy could see you now.

stop the doom spiral of guilt, dean. it's complicated, okay??? and shooting the floor in her own shop to break the devil's trap, what the actual fuck 😂

CROWLEY Would you care to join us? TARA Him? Anytime. You? Never.

hot lady who banged his dad, of course she wants to jump dean too. reminds me of this

s7e19 of grave importance

SAM Annie's not usually this late, is she? DEAN No, never. She's totally compulsive. I'll try her cell. SAM You know, uh, you know she and Bobby had a thing, right? DEAN Yeah. Yeah, I knew that. Really? SAM Yeah. Kind of a foxhole thing – very Hemingway. DEAN Huh. She and I kind of went Hemingway this one time, too. SAM All right, well... that happens. DEAN What, you too? SAM Look, it was a while back. We ended up on the same case. She was stressed. I-I-I... I didn't... have a soul. DEAN That's a lot of foxholes.

what a pretty face! i don't know much religious lore but i wasn't expecting cain to be scary for crowley. i have no idea where he lands in the food chain, in fact

DEAN Why don't you just zap out of here? CROWLEY I'd never leave my domestic partner in crime. DEAN [snorts] Yeah, like your heart grew three sizes. You can't zap out of here, can you?

i wonder if crowley could make it an entire day without flirting with anyone

CASTIEL Sam, the trials. You chose not to go through with them for a reason, didn't you? You chose to live rather than to sacrifice yourself. You and Dean... You chose each other. SAM Yeah, I did. We did. And then... Dean made a choice for me.

😔

how does finding gadreel fix things?

cain became a demon, okay (aha things are clicking that i know from fic lol). so with the whole dean and sam are descended from cain and abel, does that mean cain is grandpa? uncle?

CASTIEL No. Why must the Winchesters run toward death?

good question, cas

sometimes i wonder how things are lit (in all media, not just spn), if they're trying to give the appearance of someone being on the verge of tears. when you got that highlight near your lower eyelid, it really looks like it regardless of actual tears accumulating. anyway,

SAM My life's not worth any more than anyone else's -- not yours or Dean's...or Kevin's. Please. Please, help me do one thing right. Keep going.

oh, sam.

@shinelikethunder linked this fight scene with rhianna's s&m over it, i may not be feeling the vibes op is talking about but i can appreciate it nonetheless :) it's a really good fight scene for jackles and great song choice. i'm always mourning the spn that could have been with better music 😔

looking to see if there was a clean version on spotify of s&m out of curiosity and laughing that there's a kids version of the "sex in the air, i don't care i love the smell of it, sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me" song

DEAN Right. Yeah, except I didn't kill my brother. CAIN You saved yours. Why? DEAN Because you never give up on family -- ever. CAIN Where's your brother now, then?

ouch.

also, cain is retired, other demons didn't know where he was, but apparently he still gets the hot gossip on the winchesters somehow.

CASTIEL Sam, I want Gadreel to pay as much as you do. But nothing is worth losing you.

oh i see

ah fucking hell speaking of music, this melody is back. what did i associate it with last time. twilight and something. i think when dean was praying in his room to cas. it's at the very end of this post, i included video of it - s8e16

something about this mushy music has me feeling twilight or hunger games and i'm not sure which. ugh. bella's lullaby / rue's music (but that doesn't even have piano but it does have that plucked acoustic guitar like day before yesterday's s8e14 princess bride-esque music)

and apparently it really was time for sam and cas quality time. but anyway this melody is so familiar, kicks in when cas says the thing about him screwing up more than sam. is it a slowed down version of some spn theme? urgh. question may go unanswered until i rewatch from the beginning.

so anyway, that was a nice moment. i like how robbie is writing cas this episode

DEAN The jawbone of an animal. The jawbone you used to kill Abel because he was God's favorite. CAIN Abel wasn't talking to God. He was talking to Lucifer. Lucifer was gonna make my brother into his pet. I couldn't bear to watch him be corrupted, so I offered a deal -- Abel's soul in heaven for my soul in hell. Lucifer accepted... As long as I was the one who sent Abel to heaven. So, I killed him. Became a soldier of Hell -- a knight.

listen i don't know these stories except for very broad strokes but okaaaay interesting twist

ABADDON We could have been forever, but you chose her. Well, if I can't have you, then neither can she.

i see. ex and you're her... creator? complicated

welp. i didn't know dean was getting the mark in this episode, wheels are in motion

aw. sweet sammy

CASTIEL As far as I'm concerned, Metatron is the key to fixing everything that's wrong. I'm gonna find him. You know, Sam, we could use all the help we could get to find Gadreel and Metatron.

--

CROWLEY You don't mean that. We're having too much fun. Listen up. Even with the Blade, we're gonna need all the help we can get against Abaddon. DEAN Go find the Blade. CROWLEY It's always something with you boys, isn't it?

cute. but yes, show sure likes to do it!

i'm sure it's fine

[enchantedchocolatebars]

🦔Tea With Kitty☕

(A sort of part two 2 this story lol.)

The sun was shining.☀️

The bees were buzzing.🐝

The flowers were flowering.🌼🌹🌸🌷

Pitchforks and torches were on sale.

"Witches" were being burned brutally at the stake.

Yup.

Just another mundane morning in the town of Gravesfield.

Inside the Wittebane household, a sleepy Caleb was seen yawning into his hand as he trudged to the kitchen.

The bags under his eyes said it all.

He didn't get enough sleep last night.

After leaving the room, rather than rest, the blonde started to stress again about that letter he received.

He knew the negative talks of his brother were false, but...

What if they came to be true someday?

Caleb wanted to believe that Pip would always stay sweet forever, but...

What if he didn't?

The thought bothered him endlessly.

He had to get it off his mind.

Maybe whipping something up might do the trick.

Stretching his arms, Caleb enters the kitchen where AAA!!!

He stops the second he sees that THING from yesterday still on the kitchen table, its dead eyes looking directly at him.

A staring contest commenced between the two as a frozen Caleb stood there.

All of the dead animals that Philip brought home with him from the woods freaked the elder out, but this one?

It took the cake for being the most chilling.

Something about it was...not good.

Evil.

Unholy.

He had to depose of it quickly before--

"KITTY!"

Called a chipper Pip as he rushed past Caleb and over to the table where he grabbed Kitty and pulled his pet into a hug.

Little Pip loved Kitty with all his heart!❤️

Their bond could never be broken!

The cuteness coming from his baby brother made Caleb sigh.

'Too late,' he thought.

Later on, the living room clock strikes four as afternoon tea began.☕

Philip and Caleb were both gathered at the table as Kitty sat in the lap of the smaller.

He couldn't contain his smile, his little feet bouncing idly while seated.

His friend was having his first ever tea with him!

How exciting!

Sitting in the center of the table was a wooden teapot along with a small tray that contained a crumpet and an English muffin.

Both breads had a spread of homemade butter on them.

Placing the crumpet on Philip's plate, Caleb goes to put the muffin on his.

When Pip picks up his tea cup, he starts to eagerly shake it sideways.

It was quite obvious what he wanted.

Tea!☕

And lots of it!

To the tippy top!

Caleb sees this and chuckles at the keen child, taking the tea pot handle.

"Hold it still, Pip," He instructs with a sunny smile as Pip does just that and Caleb begins to pour.

Satisfied with the amount, Pip takes a small sip. Ah, hot!☕🔥 His tongue, his tongue! He blows on his tea for a bit and takes another sip. Much better.😌

"..."

"Huh?"

Setting his cup down, Philip picks up Kitty and holds him to his ear.

He had said something, but Pip didn't one-hundred percent hear him.

"What was that, Kitty?"

"..."

His gaze goes to his older brother who was getting ready to pour himself a piping hot cup.

"Caleb, wait!"

The elder puts his pouring to a stop and looks to Philip.

"Kitty says that HE wants to pour you a cup of tea!" Pip happily informs, pointing to his pet.

"Isn't that nice of him?"

Shifting his eyes to Kitty, Caleb felt the thing PEERING into his soul.

He just could.

It was creepy.

Eyes now back on his little bro, he shines him a nervous smile.

"V-Very nice. Kitty is such a caring, uh, creature."

Clearing his voice, he continues.

"But Pip, I think I can pour my own cup."

Hearing this, Philip forms a pouty frown.

"Aww, come on, Caleb. Let Kitty do it just this once."

With a hand near his mouth, he whispers, "You're making him feel bad."

"But Philip--"

He proceeds to pull out the puppy dog eyes.

Those big blue orbs sparkle with adorableness.

Caleb sighs, "Okay, fine," he groans, giving into the minor manipulation.

Philip beams at his brother's okay as he brings Kitty over to the teapot.

He tries laying his body against the handle.

"..."

"It's okay, Kitty. Go on. Take your time. There's no rush," Philip would kindly reassure.

But, ultimately, Kitty falls flat on the table and accidentally tips the pot down, sending the scorching liquid from the sprout spilling onto Caleb's lap.

Ouch.

Judging from the contorted expression on Caleb's face, the tea hits the one place every guy his age wants to protect from trauma.

Philip could clearly see the painful state his sibling was in.

"Uh-oh..."

Tugging on his shirt sleeve, Philip asks in a small voice, "Caleb, are you alright?"

A wheezy chuckle came from the blonde as he spoke.

"Me? I'm fine! No, really, I am. I just... need to change is all."

He rises from his seat.

"Excuse me, Philip."

Watching his brother stagger off, Pip looks to Kitty.

"..."

Philip nods in agreement.

"Yeah, I don't think he's okay either."

[zaccosnacco]

Greetings loved ones

Let's take a journey

I know a place

Where the grass is really greener

Warm, wet n' wild

There must be something in the water

Sippin' gin and juice

Laying underneath the palm trees

(Undone)

The boys

Break their necks

Try'na to creep a little sneak peek

(At us)

You could travel the world

But nothing comes close

To the golden coast

Once you party with us

You'll be falling in love

Ooh oh ooh oh oh ooh

California girls

We're unforgettable

Daisy dukes

Bikinis on top

Sun-kissed skin

So hot

We'll melt your popsicle

Ooh oh ooh

Ooh oh ooh

California girls

We're undeniable

Fine, fresh, fierce

We got it on lock

West coast represent

Now put your hands up

Ooh oh ooh

Ooh oh ooh

Sex on the beach

We don't mind sand in our stilettos

We freak

In my jeep

Snoop doggy-dog on the stereo oh oh

You could travel the world

But nothing comes close

To the golden coast

Once you party with us

You'll be falling in love

Ooh oh ooh ooh oh ooh

California girls

We're unforgettable

Daisy dukes

Bikinis on top

Sun-kissed skin

So hot

We'll melt your popsicle

Ooh oh ooh

Ooh oh ooh

California girls

We're undeniable

Fine, fresh, fierce

We got it on lock

West coast represent

Now put your hands up

Ooh oh ooh

Ooh oh ooh

Toned, tan

Fit and ready

Turn it up 'cause its gettin' heavy

Wild, wild west coast

These are the girls I love the most

I mean the ones

I mean like she's the one

Kiss her, touch her

Squeeze her buns

The girl's a freak

She drive a jeep

And live on the beach

I'm okay

I won't play

I love the bay

Just like I love L.A.

Venice Beach

And Palm Springs

Summertime is everything

Home boys

Bangin' out

All that ass

Hanging out

Bikinis, zucchinis, martinis

No weenies

Just a king

And a queenie

Katy my lady

(Yeah)

And looky here baby

(Uh huh)

I'm all up on ya

'Cause you representing California (oh yeah)

California girls

We're unforgettable

Daisy dukes

Bikinis on top

Sun-kissed skin

So hot

We'll melt your popsicle

Ooh oh ooh

Ooh oh ooh

California girls

We're undeniable

Fine, fresh, fierce

We got it on lock

West coast represent (west coast, west coast)

Now put your hands up

Ooh oh ooh

Ooh oh ooh

California girls man

(California)

(California girls)

-davidoswaldvelseb

🔥 🔥 🔥

My favorite song and the best one ever

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

"Would Eddie find me hot in a Hellfire Club shirt?"

Yes yes yes YES yep uh-huh duh OF COURSE!!!! He's all over you, babe. Smokin' 😍🔥

(Inspired by me feeling attractive today & wanting to post a selfie in my HFC shirt but resisting & also wanting to reassure anyone who is LIKE ME and just wants to know if Eddie would love them like they love him. The answer's always yes!!!! Always.)

[pjisskullourful]

💗 Tickled Pink (Ethan X reader)

NSFW! 🔥 smutty filthy swearing smut

Summary: Ethan is highly amused at your reaction to that IG story of him in just the pink pants & decides to have some fun teasing you.

Characters: Ethan Torchio & female reader insert

Word count: 5,366

stock pics from pinterest

At first he calls you kitten, then you’re his bad girl...

"What are you looking at micetta?" Ethan asked, sounding casually curious.

Your eyes darted up from the screen of the phone and you found the drummer staring directly at you. He had turned in his seat, his focus entirely on you.

You could feel a hot blush on your cheeks as you swallowed slowly. You forgot about the other four people in the van, you were so overwhelmed by his intense gaze. 

You felt unstuck from time as you wondered how long he had been watching you. 

“I- huh? No, it’s nothing, just work emails and boring stuff.”

You lifted your thumb from the screen of your phone, allowing the segment from the band’s Instagram story to play out and disappear. Then you tapped out of the app altogether and hit the phone’s lock button.

You didn’t lift your eyes back to meet Ethan’s, you needed a moment to compose yourself. You were grateful that none of the car’s interior lights were on, the dark Swedish night providing you with shadows to hide in. He couldn’t see that you were blushing (probably harder than you ever had in your life). And what had gotten you feeling so heated could remain hidden as well. Even though at times under his penetrative stares, it felt like he could read your mind - this, in fact, wasn’t one of his skills. Your secret didn’t have to be shared.

But the ability to come up with a convincing cover story was evading you. You were embarrassed, feeling uncomfortably exposed by his thorough gaze.

“Work stuff?” He asked as you kept your head down, pretending to pick at your nail polish. “You know that I can see the reflection of your phone in the window, right?”

You immediately looked up, making a nervous giggle involuntarily. “Nuh-uh.”

“Ya-huh.” He said, pointing to the rolled-up window that you had your back to.

You called his bluff, assuming this was one of his jokes. You didn’t know what to expect to see as you turned around. At first you didn’t see anything out of the ordinary - beyond the window there were streets and buildings you would never know the names of.

You depressed the button on your phone, lighting up the screen. Your stomach twisted when, on the window pane, you saw the copy of your lock-screen. The flipped photo of Chili stared back at you, the unpleasant truth.

You were jolted by the sound of Victoria laughing. When you looked around to the seat in front of yours, you were relieved to find neither she nor Damiano looking your way. They were wrapped up in their own conversation. And Thomas was too far away, in the frontmost passenger seat of the van, to overhear what Ethan was saying.

You sat back in your seat, still avoiding his eye. You clasped your phone between your hands, unsure of how to act. You wondered if you could play this off.

He bumped his knee against yours, refusing to leave you alone. “So, how come you were looking at it for so long? Is me with my pants down of such interest to you?”

You cleared your throat, the blush in your cheeks growing even hotter. You were busted, caught in the act of staring at a video of him shirtless and with his tight pink underwear showing - caught in the act of leering at him like a piece of meat.

“I wasn’t looking at it for so long, it just came up while I was checking the socials. Just doing my job, you know.” You kept looking down, wishing you could disappear out of the car, or rewind time.

“Sure, whatever you say, micetta.”

You were certain that this was not over. He took great pleasure in teasing you and usually you could give as good as you got.

The two of you had had a playful friendship since the start, since you were brought on to work with the band. You saved one another’s unflattering selfies and set them as contact display photos. You played pranks on each other. You threw plastic straws at him across café tables and he sang repetitive songs to irritate you. It was always fun and you laughed harder with him than anyone else you’d ever met.

But this was different, this wouldn’t be laughed off by you, not easily at least. You had been staring at the video with a fluttering heart and a warmth spreading from your stomach. The thoughts that filled your mind while watching the video weren’t a joke and it would be mortifying to hear him laugh at the fantasies you couldn’t help but develop.

“You are so terrible at this game.” Victoria exclaimed.

“I think it’s the stupid game that’s terrible.” Damiano responded.

“You’re ruining her hair, you’re ruining it. Oh cazzo, this is so bad Damiano.”

“I can fix it, just let me-...” He yelled out as if struck. “Right at the end, are you kidding me?”

“Your scores keep getting worse, this is just sad now.”

“What are you two doing?” Ethan asked them.

“I’m trying to teach him to play Hair Challenge, but he’s not getting it-...”

“Give it to him, I wanna see if he can do any better.” Damiano said.

“I don’t need to play Hair Challenge, my life is a hair challenge.” Ethan said, causing laughter from the other two.

“Dinner in my room when we get back?” Victoria asked, turning to face you to ensure you knew you were included in the invitation.

“Actually…” You began while the others murmured their approval. “I might skip out on that. I’ve got a killer headache and I think I’m gonna have an early night.”

“Oh no.” Victoria said.

“Too much time on your phone.” Damiano said.

“Sure nonno.”

Ethan looked at you, his expression had become serious. “Headache?”

“Yeah.” You lied. “I’m sure it’s nothing that a good night of sleep can’t solve.”

You just needed some distance from him and this awkwardness - you needed a cold shower to clear your mind.

For the moment, a truce was called. He reached out and gave your shoulder a comforting caress. You kept your phone locked, the screen facing down against your leg.

……….

In the privacy of your own hotel room, you had attempted to masturbate yourself to relief in the shower. You thought it would help to clear your mind of the horny-fog that set in upon first seeing the clip of Ethan backstage from earlier in the day.

You couldn’t help feeling this way - the overzealous response had been unexpectedly triggered. Instead of just seeing your co-worker goofing around before a performance (as he always did), you were suddenly reminded of how many months it had been since you had last been fucked. Your eyes went to the bulge at his crotch and you noticed and you imagined. You saw that large hand spank his ass and you noticed and you imagined.

You tried to excuse these perverted thoughts, an internal monologue of trying to separate Ethan from this entirely. You told yourself that it had very little to do with him. You were watching a provocative video of a man with a highly admirable body - it made sense that thoughts of sex sprung up in response.

He was attractive and feeling an attraction to him was bound to happen. It was an inevitability so long as you had perfect eyesight and a pulse.

It was just an idea, an image that got stuck in your head. You thought that it was an itch that needed to be scratched and once you had acted on those desires it would be satisfied - effectively rubbed out of your system.

But you weren’t able to escape this feeling - the tightness of your chest, the lingering embarrassment, the endless heat between your legs. It didn’t matter how many fingers you got to fit in your pussy, they weren’t enough. You couldn’t accomplish the right stimulation on your clitoris to get off. You were stuck at the level of your hips bucking. Your knees trembled a little, but there wasn’t any real weakness in your joints.

The pleasure that you craved could not be created by your own fingers, you needed more. You had no assistance, all of your private toys were hiding in a draw in your flat, in Italy.

You thought you might actually be developing a headache from this mounting frustration. You envisioned lying in bed, unable to sleep, with a noticeable wet patch on your panties.

You ventured out of the bathroom, wearing underwear and an oversized tee to sleep in. You immediately picked up the TV remote, switching the set on. You needed an outside source to distract you, something with enough colour and noise to keep you from this useless fixation.

You had long ago accepted that you were never going to be Ethan’s girlfriend. The timing was so wrong. You had been assigned to travel with the band a mere week after an awful breakup. Emotionally you had been lost, four years of your life was forced into your past. You had to live on your own for the first time and you were left with far less possessions, not realising that all of the things you had thought of as ours, were actually just his on the technicality of him pitching in more for the joint purchases. Hundreds of photos had to be deleted from your devices and clothes heavy with memories had to be thrown out.

You had been too wounded to let anyone else in, you had to figure out who you were. Jumping into something just to forget the hurt could only work for so long. You didn't want Ethan becoming your reason for emotional stability, you knew that was unhealthy as soon as you identified your feelings toward him and so you'd endeavoured to write the whole thing off as a schoolgirl crush.

The dreams had stopped, mostly.

There had been a couple of times when it seemed the two of you could become more, when you thought your feelings would be enthusiastically reciprocated.

An after midnight flight layover that had seemed endless - had led to a high stakes game of truth or dare, with dares to kiss one another predictably coming up. You were the first one to accept this dare (preferring a party kiss to divulging a moment you wanted to forget) and Ethan had simply been the person sitting next to you.

But it hadn’t felt like a party kiss, you had never kissed a friend that way before. It was immediately heated with his hand tenderly caressing your cheek and his tongue in your mouth. What should have been performative, felt very real to you. His soft lips were intoxicating and you had relished every second of it.

Afterwards you felt a little dizzy, your world thrown off of its axis. You had blushed furiously, for hours.

It could have gone further on a separate night - some tipsy flirting at a birthday party. The two of you had existed purely in one another’s personal space, not having to shout to be heard over the music. You had been sitting on his lap and he had taken every opportunity to rest his head on your shoulder. You had called him out for staring at your cleavage, both of you sharing a laugh. One of Thomas’ friends had observed you together and asked how long you had been dating, which you had corrected.

But then Ethan had turned to you, letting you know that he would date you, hypothetically. And hypothetically, you had returned the sentiment.

When it came time for a game of spin the bottle, you had gone to look for him. You had found him preoccupied with a man you didn’t know - oblivious to the rest of the party, engaged in a heated make-out session. He had disappeared from the house shortly after that.

The next time you had caught up with him, he’d been excited to tell you of his hook-up - the guy was a longstanding crush. They’d slept together a few times, enjoying a friends with benefits situation. He didn’t want a relationship with this man, but they could have mind-blowing sex when their paths crossed.

In that moment he was sharing his saucy secret to you as a friend and you shut down any fantasies. You put yourself in the friendzone, certain things would run smoother that way.

But those moments of almost remained burnt into your memory and you would find yourself remembering how he tasted.

And those memories were triggered during the first millisecond of that video.

You needed a TV show that could drown out all of this reminiscing. But you hadn’t settled upon anything yet. Your teeth chewed over your bottom lip as you flicked through the channels.

You immediately halted in your search when you heard a knock at the door. You dialled back the television’s volume, assuming this was a noise complaint from one of your temporary neighbours - it was one o’clock in the morning, after all.

You put your eye to the peephole before opening the door. It wasn’t a hotel worker or a disgruntled guest.

The figure waiting in the hallway was immediately familiar to you. You gulped audibly before turning the lock and opening the door.

"Buonasera micetta." Ethan said with a smile.

He had wrapped himself in a fuzzy white bathrobe that bore the hotel's logo over the breast. There were still traces of makeup around his eyes and you took note of the pink choker still fastened around his neck.

It wasn't unusual for him to stop by your hotel room late at night - the two of you shared poor sleeping habits. A similar taste in tv shows led to you spending hours together, failing to separate again on the occasions when true exhaustion took over. It wasn't anything that either of you planned into your night's, but the company was always appreciated. He liked having someone to spoon and you preferred not sleeping alone.

What was unusual were the numerous objects filling both of his hands.

"What happened? Did you rob a fruit farm?" You asked.

"They're home remedies for your headache." He said, stepping into the room.

"Right, well, thanks." You shut the door, securing both locks in place again. "That's very sweet."

He started to place the many pieces of fruit on to the table. "So how is the headache?"

"Uh, you know, it's like, I mean…" You paused to clear your throat. "It was a lie, okay? I just wanted to come back to my room and recharge."

“Oh, I shouldn’t have bothered with all of this, I guess.” He said.

You shrugged. “It’s the thought that counts.”

“How come you didn’t wanna have dinner with us?”

You sat down on the bed, your posture awkward and stiff. “It’s nothing major, I just wasn’t feeling it. It’s been a long day.”

He had picked up three shrink wrapped fruit cups and started to juggle them, able to do this without any real effort. “I thought it might have something to do with what happened in the car.”

“How long am I gonna be paying for that one?”

“I just wanna know how many times you watched it.”

“Ethan, I…” You looked up in time to see that he had stopped juggling in order to loosen the tie of the robe. The rest of that explanation died on your tongue as your eyes drank in a sight you should have been used to by now. “Why are you… You didn’t wanna get changed?”

“What’s the rush?” He asked, tossing the bathrobe over a nearby armchair.

This exposed his muscular chest as he stood there in only the pink dress pants, which weren’t buttoned up. You didn’t want to look and get so drawn in by that body again - but the urge was very strong.

“You know that I don’t mind it when you look at me.” He said, peeling back the plastic to help himself to some of the pre-cut fruit.

“But it’s not professional.”

“Who cares? I’m not gonna go to human resources over this, are you?”

You had become fixated on his mouth, engrossed in watching him eat the fruit. There wasn’t any reason for you to be so interested in this - no reason for you to be so interested in every time his tongue swiped across his lips.

“No.” You admitted, your voice much quieter than usual.

“Strawberry?” He offered, a piece of red fruit pinched between his fingers.

“Uh, okay.”

You extended your hand, expecting him to place it on your palm. But he crossed the floor, coming to stand beside where you were seated. He was looking unblinkingly into your eyes and without needing to say a word, you knew what he wanted you to do.

You opened your mouth and he placed the fruit between your lips. It should have been silly, a joking, out of the ordinary and unnecessary gesture.

But once again, you found yourself unable to laugh. The air in the room had become so heavy and the way he looked into your eyes was mesmerizing. 

You acted on the impulse without a fraction of a second taken to question it. You sucked his thumb into your mouth, licking away any juice left by the strawberry.

“You would not believe how sexy you looked when you were watching the story over-and-over.” He said.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, honestly I wasn’t sure if I should say anything at all, ‘cause I was just so enjoying watching you. You didn’t know anyone was looking, so it was a genuine reaction. Your pretty cheeks got so red and you kept biting this lip. And you were doing this thing I’ve never seen you do before - you kept rubbing your knees together.”

You froze when you realised you were presently grinding your knees against one another. This, you could stop. But unclenching your thighs wouldn’t be as easy.

“Do you like what you see micetta?” He was leaning down, close enough to grab. “Or does it have to be more like this?”

He hooked his thumbs through the belt-loops and lowered the pants off of his hips. He kept them above his knees, just as it had been in the video - a fantasy stepping into the real world.

“Ethan, I…”

You lost track of that thought when he placed the choker, still warm from his skin, around your neck. He was so close to you as he fastened the buckle - it was entirely different to any closeness you had shared before, it was nothing like falling asleep in his arms.

The intimacy made the air between you crackle with unknown electricity.

“When are you gonna stop resisting?” He asked.

“Fuck it.” You sighed.

You grabbed his face with both hands and planted your lips on him. His lips were scorching hot and he tasted of berries. You rushed to tease your tongue into his mouth, tasting more deeply but you wanted more still.

“It’s been like torture, all day.” You were breathless as he placed his knees on either side of you, bringing his chest flush to yours. “Seeing you looking so perfect and knowing I couldn’t have you.”

“That sounds like a you problem. You shouldn’t be so shy about what you want.”

Your bottom lip trembled against his thumb. “I’ll try to keep that in mind.”

He kissed you with the intensity you had been craving. It was as delicious as the first kiss you had shared, but your heart was hammering all the more as all of the possibilities flooded your mind. You were as eager as a kid waking up early on Christmas morning.

You could hardly wait to start playing.

It was easy to think of all the positions you wanted him in - the difficulty came from trying to identify the best place to start.

You slid back on to the bed, out of his embrace. You scooted over closer to the padded headboard, without resting against it. He followed your lead, crawling over to you. You pulled him in closer, hooking a leg across his lap and running your hand up his neck.

He hesitated before initiating the next kiss and you could see the slight smile on his lips. "So, how many times did you watch it?"

"I didn't realise I was supposed to keep count." You said. "But if I had to guess…" You placed both hands on his chest, slowly lowering them until you reached his abs, enjoying each of the defined muscles as you counted them aloud. "One, two… three, hmm, four… five and yeah, six- sixty times."

“Wow, so when is it my turn to see you in a state of undress?” He asked, hands going to the hem of your faded shirt.

You answered by raising your hands above your head, arms extending to invite him to remove your top. Your skin prickled into goosebumps upon being exposed.

He leant back slightly, one hand holding your side. Your heart felt like it could burst out of your chest as his eyes very thoroughly moved across your body. There was an expression of wonder on his face and you felt more like a treasure than a piece of meat. From the swell of your breast, to the plain jewellery at your belly button - he was taking note of all of it.

The way he looked at you was typical in its intense focus, he was determined to see more than what a cursory glance could offer. It was so deep that it had you holding your breath - so deep that you felt it was all brand new, as if it were your first time being naked with a man.

You slid a bit forward on his lap, your hand going up to brush through his hair. “Do you have a… you know?”

His eyes instantly flashed with recognition and a hand disappeared into his pocket. “Yeah, I should have one, right here…”

The wrapping of the condom crinkled as he raised it to your eye-level. With a grin, you snatched it from his hand before diving into another urgent kiss. He wrapped his arms around you and you could feel his erection against your thigh, begging for your attention.

You forced yourself back and away from his mouth - you had finally decided on the best position to start at.

“You need to take those pants off. I’ve seen enough of you in them to last me a lifetime.” You said.

“Sure thing, but that means you’ll also have to lose these.” He hooked a couple of fingers under the waistband of your panties, which were embarrassingly far from your best, cutest pair. He stretched the underwear away from your skin before letting go. The elastic snapped back against your waist, the sting charging you and sending more heat to your pussy.

Separately, you each shed these last items of clothing, until he was naked and the only thing you wore was the collar he had placed on you. He looked across all of this newly-bare skin while your eyes hungrily took in the sight of his cock - impossibly hard and a little dizzying to behold.

You pushed some of the overly-plush pillows off of the bed, then patted the mattress, locking eyes with him. “Come over here.”

He came toward the head of the bed. “Oh, so micetta gives orders now?”

“Do you want to hear me say please?” You dropped your voice down to a whisper.

“I’d rather just hear you sayin’ yes.” 

You put your hand to his chest and gave him a push until his back was pressed to the headboard. You ripped the package open and pulled the condom free.

“Can I tell you something?” You asked. His words seemed to fail him as you started at his tip, gradually rolling the latex cover down his length - the most that he could offer you was a jerky nod of his head. “I was thinking about you when I was in the shower before, thinking about how ridiculously fuck-able you looked all day.”

“I’ve thought about you in the shower too.”

You snagged your lip between your teeth. “Nuh-uh.”

He beckoned you over with a curling of his finger. You complied immediately and straddled him, your lips meeting with somehow even more fire than before.

He linked his arms around you, hands sliding down to grasp your ass. Your mouth fell open and straight away his tongue was filling this space, swiping across the roof of your mouth.

Your wet slit parted effortlessly to bring his length into you. You gasped away from his mouth as your walls quivered around him.

You rested your forehead against his and those entrancing eyes locked onto your own - there wasn’t any possibility that he didn’t know exactly what he was doing to you. You slid your hand up to the back of his head, unable to look away.

At that moment the connection ran so much deeper than the physical. It wasn’t just that he was inside of you to the base of his cock or that he was holding you tighter than anyone ever had before. You felt those eyes could see directly into your soul and the fire that burnt for him.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you grinded against him, testing how deep he could reach without really trying. Your lips met again, picking up a delicious rhythm that completely absorbed your focus. He sucked your bottom lip between both of his and you were happy to have him claim this tender piece of skin as his own.

He moaned into your mouth at the first gyration of your hips. His lips left yours, his hot mouth finding a new home on your neck.

You rocked your hips back and then forward, moving slowly on these first few thrusts. You cradled his head in your arms, feeling him suck and nip at the skin of your neck.

His hips met every movement of yours and the eagerness was clear.

You picked up speed, feeling the friction build. As you bucked more quickly into him, you had to grasp onto his shoulders to steady yourself.

His lips and hands explored your body, all of these sensations flying to your head - utterly intoxicating.

Each thrust brought you closer to him, allowing you to see and experience more. He was making moans and sounds different to anything you had ever heard from him. The effect you had over him was more than you could have hoped for and you revelled in every second of it.

“Oh micetta, fuck. Why did we wait so long to- unf… wait so long to do this?”

You couldn’t keep a needy whine from leaving your throat. You put your hands on his face. “I don’t know. Oh God, God. We wasted so much, ah… so much time.”

You kissed him again, immediately getting lost in the synergy. You didn’t need to think or readjust for the sake of comfort. All that you had to do was sink into the flow - it was so natural, as if you didn’t have to learn one another’s bodies.

He grabbed on to your hips, guiding you to move faster and come down harder. You threw your head back, crying out as your arousal reached its fever pitch. You clung to him, ready to come completely undone.

“Ethan, fuck…” You gasped, feeling a tug when he hooked the choker over a finger. You were more aware of it in the most exhilarating way. “Yes, fuck me like a bad girl.”

He grabbed your chin, roughly redirecting your head so he could look into your eyes again. “Are you my bad girl?”

“God, yes. I’ve fantasized about this body so, so many times and… ung-... I touched myself in the shower, thinking about you. Oh, ah…”

There was a sparkle in his eyes and he guided your jittering body to slow. “Did you come?”

“No.” You said, greedily taking in deep breaths during this pause. “I couldn’t…” The heat in your cheeks was becoming uncomfortable.

“Aw, poor micetta.” He cooed, kissing you tenderly.

You felt him readjust his hold on you and you were eased off of his lap. You didn’t attempt to find your centre of gravity, simply trusting his movements, allowing him to place you onto your back.

He pulled out of you and you whimpered pathetically in response. Your eyes fluttered open as you sought a reason for this. He hovered over you, looking almost unrecognisable - he was so lost to the desire.

“Roll over.” He said, his breath so hot on your face - faintly carrying the scent of berries and cigarettes. “You’re gonna come like a bad girl.”

Your stomach was flooded with butterflies as you acted immediately to complete this request. You rolled onto your chest, unable to keep your entire body from trembling. Your breathing had grown shallow, the anticipation taking its toll on you.

He snaked one arm around your middle and his hair tickled across your shoulder blades as he leant into you. He placed a leg between both of yours, using this to ease your knees apart. You were thrilled by him taking over the situation, trusting your body to him entirely.

Your pussy was aching for attention when his hand reached for your crotch. One finger slipped between your folds and it was an immediate response - an electric current that hit to your core.

You pushed your ass up and everything fell into place - he entered you in this new way, with you instantly moaning your approval.

"Oh, yes." Your mouth fell open as he filled you up. 

His arms wrapped around your middle, holding your body fast to his and moving you to where he wanted you. He kept one hand steady on your pussy, his finger playing with your clitoris in a lazy manner.

His main focus clearly lie with your ass, grinding into it. Your knees felt weak as he set into a powerful rhythm, pushing you into even greater heights of pleasure. 

He rested his face in the curve of your neck, all of the incoherent noises he made were delivered directly into your ear. Your pussy clenched around nothing as you rolled your hips with his, chasing your orgasm. From how laboured his breathing had become, you guessed that he was close to his own climax as well.

His strong arms had become so tight around you that you felt he was capable of snapping your body in half, leaving you destroyed by his fucking. But you didn't complain, the feeling of his power had you bucking and writhing against him.

"Oh, my… ah, Ethan, yes…"

"Come for me, bad girl." He said, teeth grazing your neck.

"I'm gonna… fuck, yes." You couldn't help yourself, your movements erratic and your voice loud. "Yes, yes, oh yes, ah!"

Your body spasmed into the orgasm and the only thing that kept you from collapsing was him and how he continued to cling to you.

With a few deep moans, he finished after some more purposeful thrusts.

You were gasping for air when he released you, your skin shiny with so much sweat. You shakily lowered yourself to the mattress, your heart lodged into your throat. You laid into a comfortable position on your side, looking to where he hadn't yet recovered. He was face down on a separate pillow, muscles tensed, hair thoroughly mussed.

"Micetta." He whispered when you reached out an arm, stroking his back. "That was unbelievable."

"You're telling me… I'm gonna be wet for days."

This was enough to get his attention and he lifted his head, giving a dry chuckle as he looked at you.

His stare went deeper, as it always did. But now it wasn't intrusive or intimidating. It was thrilling.

"You should wear pink more often." You said with a smile.

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