#Bad Idea by Girl In Red

[autism-swagger]

Euergh I'm having more Tara thoughts while listening to music

[makethemhoesmad]

bad idea…

a fic based on bad idea by girl in red

also please be nice this is my first 18+ fic don’t be haters

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I slam my books shut, frustrated. I have no assignments due for at least a week, but I’m just so on edge. I open my phone, no texts. My hand hovers over the contacts app. Of course, I shouldn’t call her. It’s a bad idea, it’s too late to bring her to my dorm without making some decidedly bad decisions. But, it’s Paige. I’ll always call her, and she’ll always answer.

“Hey babe.” She answers me after half a ring. “Hi Paige, wanna come over?” I wait. “Of course! I’ll see you soon baby.” 

We aren’t dating. I tell myself that every time she comes over. I’m just one of the many girls that she has on her ever growing list. But, every time I think about her, she ends up in my dorm, in my room, in my bed.

This was a bad idea, I think again, then I hear a knock on my door. “Come in,” I call out, knowing exactly who it is. And of course, i was right. There’s Paige, in all her 5’11, muscular glory. Why did I think that this was a bad idea again? I honestly can’t remember. 

“Babes, if you’re going to keep looking at me like that, at least let me come over there.” I melt into the couch as she throws herself onto me. “Oh baby, I missed you. You missed us too, right?” She lifts my chin up, making me look at her instead of my face being tucked into her neck. I stare up at her with pleading eyes and a dazed smile, nodding. 

She lifts me off the couch and leads us to my room, shutting the door and pressing me against the wall next to it.

She takes her time taking off my clothes, first removing my shirt and pajama pants, then her own. She leans in, kissing me crushingly. I’m writhing against the wall, trying to show how much i need her, because i’ll never ask. 

“Oh darling, you look so pretty here like this, are you ready for more?”

I whimper in response, pressing myself against her. 

“Words, pretty girl. Words.”

“yes” i push out.

“Good girl, so good for me”

she slides her hand behind me back, unclipping my bra. She pushes my thighs apart with her knee, pressing it to my clit, hard. I cry out as she pushes my bra away and brings her mouth to my nipple. “If you want to cum baby, do it yourself. Use my leg, i’ll watch you do it.” That’s all I needed. Paige is just absolutely going feral on my tits, sucking them like they’re the only thing in the world, all while watching my face. I’m pushing myself against her knee, letting my eyes close as i reach my climax. 

“Baby you’re good, so good, oh my god baby”

I melt against the wall, unable to hold myself up. Paige supports me, then leads me to my bed, helping me get in then rolling next to me. She pulls me to her chest, burying her face in my hair. I fall asleep with my face in her neck and our legs tangled together.

I’m woken up by the light of Paige’s phone, then the sound of her shuffling around. She pulls herself out of my bed, then picks up her clothes and dresses herself.

“Babes, i’m gonna head out, see you next time.”

That’s why this was a bad idea.

[dnncats]

it was a bad idea

[elliezlils11utt]

Bad idea - girl in red. (E.W)

content: You cant get your on & off ex, Ellie Williams, out of your head. So you decide to call her over.

song link: https://open.spotify.com/track/57j65yC2HggQfmYNc6rdOK?si=2416f86b42e84be8

warnings: nsfw, hate sex, angst, smut, mean!ellie, degration, reader is a hot shit mess. (me!) if i missed anything lemme know!

a/n: Im still sick asf and my phone is broken so ive kinda just been writing the past few days. this is not my best work, like at all. (its so bad) but the storyline is kinda interesting. (based on "bad idea"- girl in red)

proofread?: none of my work is ever proofread lmao.

You and Ellie had been broken up for a couple months now. But of course you had not been able to get her slick ass smile out of your head. She plagued your thoughts, being the only thing you could think of. She was the worst partner you could ever have. But, god was she ethereal. 

So when you sat at the edge of your bed with her image glued to the inside of your eyelids you picked up your phone. Was this a bad idea? Probably. Did you care? Nope. You sat there staring at the past messages. The fights, then the make up texts. Then more fucking fights. 

You squeezed your eyes shut. Contemplating the mistake you were about to make. Its like she was a fucking drug you were addicted too. You couldn't get enough of her, even If you tried. Which you really did this time. Really hard. This had been the longest you and Ellie had stayed apart. Ever. You always somehow ended up back with her. Ignoring the pleas of your family and friends to dump her ass for good this time. It was a bad idea, to think you could stop. Because now here you were, your phone up to your ear with Ellie on the other line. 

“Hey, ellie?” You stumble over your words. 

“Hey.” Fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Her voice.  

“Uh- um. What are you doing right now?” 

“Nothing.”

“Wanna come over? Like, for a smoke.” bad idea, bad idea, bad idea. 

What you can only assume is an amused chuckle muffles the phone line. “Sure.” 

“Kay, cool! Uh, see you soon?”

“Mhm.” 

The line ends abruptly. Oh fuck. Ellies coming over. Again. Fuck why did you do that? Your totally fucked now. You spend the following minutes pacing around your house. One little horny butt dial can turn into a series of bad decisions. You knew this. Yet Ellie is sitting across from u on your coach. Blunt in mouth, eyes on u. 

“You know, ive missed us.” she admits while passing the weed to you. You take a drag of the blunt, ignoring her blatant attempt to ‘win you back’ (it was working)

“Why did you call me over..?” 

“You want the truth?”

She just stares back at you with those droopy red eyes of hers. Those gorgeous fucking eyes that got you into this mess in the first place. 

“Im horny. and i missed you.” Smoking always makes the whole truth come out of you. Even if you didn't want it to. 

“Yeah?” There it is. That cocky lopsided smirk. 

“Yeah.” Blowing the smoke out of your mouth you lean closer to her. And she does the same. The tension makes the air thick and foggy. A competition to see who will break first. (that she always wins) and surly this time was no different. You close the gap between you two. Pressing your lips onto hers. She cups your face with her hands, desperately pulling you farther into her. She put her hands under your shirt. Undid your bra and said these words. “Darlin you're so pretty it hurts” breaking the kiss she pulls your shirt over your head. And threw your clothes down on the floor. Your brain goes numb. Allowing Ellie to take complete control. All you can think about is her lips on yours. Too busy thinking about the wet kisses trailing down your neck to worry about the consequence to this pleasure. 

She said “darling are you ready for more?” Her hands found your tits rubbing the fatty flesh in her hands while she kissed your collarbones. Her lips pecked kisses down your body. Her tattooed hand slipped down and into your painties, feeling your heat. her finger explored your slippery folds. You throw your head back while whimpers leave your mouth. She plunges a finger into your sopping cunt. “F- Fuck els” 

 “Yeah? You like that pretty girl? You missed my fingers, yeah?” 

You just nod repeatedly. Another finger finds its way into your cunt. Her digits curl into you relentlessly. 

“Words baby.” 

“Fuck els. Yes. y- yes.” You moan 

“Fucking slut.” she chuckles before returning her mouth onto your tit. Her tongue swirling around your pebbled bud and her fingers pumping in and out of your pussy makes your back arch. But you can't help but be pissed at yourself for letting her bring you this pleasure after the pain she caused you. This is wrong. You shouldn't be doing this.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, ellie. Ellie stop.” you push her head away.

“What's wrong? I thought you wanted this.” 

“I do, I mean. At least I thought I did.” You quickly throw your shirt back on.

“I don't get it?”

“It was a bad idea, calling you up. I shouldn't have said anything. We are bad together ellie. I fucked up.” guilt rushes over you. You shouldn't have said anything. And that was the truth. You told yourself that you would never get back with Ellie again. Ever. You told yourself that you would never let ellie fuck you again. You told yourself that you wouldn't let Ellie get in your head again. “I need to be alone. Just, go? Please.” 

“Yeah alright. Call me when u wanna finish this, kay? Cause u always do” She says bluntly before rolling her eyes and leaving. A tear breaks free from your glossy eyes. Thats fucking problem. She thinks that you will call her again. Because ‘you always do.’ And she's not wrong. You always end up calling her again, Whenever u get lonely, or horny, or miss her. Who the fuck would miss Ellie, fucking, Williams? You. You miss her. Because you can't get enough. 

a/n: I apologize for this. :D

[hyacinth-sims]

A Bad Idea

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Thinking about a cross over with YV x Dadandan...

[thiscrying]

Bad idea!

Kenny Mccormick x F!reader

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➟ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: NSFW, aged up characters!!!

➟ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: "darling, are you ready for more?"

➟ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: Kenny Mccormick x F!reader

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You had an ex from three years ago, who you never really got over and was constantly on your mind, you had sex a few times after breaking up but he never really seemed to care about it.

It was almost 3 am and you miss him really bad, you even consider calling him but thinks about it and thinks this might be a bad idea.

With a joint and your phone in your hands, you take a hit and think about Kenny, his soft lips and the way his body felt on top of you.

Maybe it wouldn't be that bad if I called him, right? you wanted him, you desired him. Deep down you knew it wasn't going to stop so soon.

As soon as you click the call button, you feel a slight regret rising in your brain, it was too late to come back now. You're completely pulled out of your thoughts with a husky voice on the other end of the line.

"Hey sugar tits"

Oh lord.

Maybe i was just calling him to satisfy a late night craving, like i always did. This all started when i was drunk and decided to call him.

It was a bad idea to think I could stop.

"Hey kenny, i was wondering if you could come over"

"On my way, but what makes you call me this late at night, hm?"

"You'll see." You said and then hung up.

He knew what you wanted, and you also knew that you missed him more than you should, you would have walked away if his sex wasn't so strong, in fact the best you've ever had.

After a few minutes, Kenny shows up at your door, giving you a slow kiss. Wasting no time, he carries you to the bedroom.

"You look so pretty moaning my name with my cock in your mouth. I missed you." Says Kenny looking at you and approaching, he licks his lips and looks at you from top to bottom.

You both knew that you shouldn't be doing that, but what was the use of getting so far and everything ending up in vain?

Without thinking too much, Kenny quickly threw you against the wall while you stared at his beautiful ocean eyes, pressing your bodies against each other and putting your knees between your thighs. Without hesitation, your lips collide and the blonde asks for passage with his hands to your neck. Gently, Kenny pulls you to the bed, getting on top of you. How could he attract me like that? I really don't know and honestly? That was my last concern

"Look at you... so pretty. I'm gonna make you look like a mess, absolutely ruin you, slut." He said, and took one last look at the bottom of my eyes. Before you even think, you were already kissing once again, you quickly have a vague memory that you had sworn to yourself that you would never even look to Kenny's eyes again, you wouldn't make that mistake again. But as long as you were together, nothing really mattered, you both just wanted your bodies together again. Fuck, why did he have to be so goddamn hot?

You couldn't stop, not so soon, you were addicted to each other's bodies and maybe even wondering how you got there, anyway, fuck everything, I just want him on top of me now.

Kenny puts his hand under your shirt, giving a slight lift in your bra, thus giving way to his hands that, in turn, played with your hard pierced nipples. His kisses became more intense and went down to your neck, varying between kisses and hickeys as he started undressing you.

For a brief moment, it crossed my mind and I found that there was a reason why I always made the same mistakes: He was addictive. A fucked up drug that made me want more, and honestly? I would die of a happy overdose if Kenny were the cause. I'd always went back to him, in the end of the day.

"Show me how much you want me, how much you missed me." he said, running his pale, cold hands over your body, sending shivers all over you.

"Try not to moan too loudly, babe." He declared grabbing my thighs and kissing the inside of them, pushing my legs apart and running his fingers all over my skin, causing goosebumps all over my body. "I don't want everyone to hear my girl moaning, I'm kind of selfish in that sense."

He says, as he pushed away the last piece of clothing I had left and introduced his fingers into my cunt. My mind turned into a complete white and I could only think about how much I wanted that boy to fuck me.

My moans echoed through the room as he licked my clit. "M-more Ken, I want more."

You felt a smirk as Kenny introduced another finger into you, you felt your whole body electric and it didn't take long for your orgasm to spread throughout your body, making your legs shake.

You knew it was a bad idea needing him so late.

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HEY BITCHESS!!! IM BACK 😈

This was inspired by @kenny-the-ken and @n0tangeliccc

They're both amazing writers, check on their profile

Sorry this is short! I'm trying to improve! 💞

[little-bits-of-mind]

Scrapbooking 21 : Red Autumn

[artisthedgehog]

Do you ever get that uncontrollable urge to listen to a certain music artist but you can't bcuz you're not home so you start aggressively playing their musics inside your head and smiling and everyone thinks you're thinking about your crush but actually you're just blasting bad idea! by girl in red at full volume inside your brain because i do

[pawl3ss]

Guys guess who might b getting glasses next month

[amber-tortoiseshell]

Something new under the sun - Phoenix

During the cat color tournament, I stumbled into a Russian maine coon breeder's, Natalia Yakhontova (Doma Yahontoff Maine Coons) facebook page (via this messybeast article which got updated since, and know includes phoenix on its own rights), and I found a very interesting, unique new color: phoenix.

The first phoenix cats were born in 2021 august to a black golden tortie mother and a black smoke father, and were believed to be particularly bright goldens.

The parents, Karamel Sanatacun and Ice Cream Dom Sapfiroff

According to the breeder:

в первом помете она дала трёх фениксов,трёх черепах,одного черного золотого кота и одного красного мраморного (In the first litter she [Karamel] gave birth to three phoenixes, three tortoiseshells, one black golden cat and one red blotched cat.)

Obama,a mystery-colored kitten from the first litter, and his siblings.

Along with Karamel, one of the kittens, Obama Iz Doma Yahontoff was tested for several known colors: chocolate and cinnamon, serdolic and amber, and got negative results for all. Obama started to grow up and he looked less and less like a golden cat:

He moved to the Dom Sapfiroff cattery and was paired several different females.

One of Obama's mates, Nicole Kidman of Lionsgate alone and together with Obama. According to the breeders working on the color they are both genetically red (the only difference is the phoenix mutation).

In the last year thanks to Obama the number of phoenix kittens went up quite a bit:

...but there's still too few cats to really understand how this mutation works. There's much too see in future, and I can't wait the learn about it!

[vounoura]

ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇɴ. ᴍʏ ꜱʟᴀʏᴇʀ. ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪɴᴄᴀʀɴᴀᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴇꜱᴛᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ.

[sug4r4cid]

⊹ ࣪ ˖𝓑𝓐𝓓 𝓘𝓓𝓔𝓐! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

࿔ Authors note ྀིྀི - I recently had this idea of adding a lyrics to a fanfic and it landed on “Bad idea!” by Girl in red

࿔ Summary ྀིྀི - You are Johnny’s mistress and you slightly begin to regret your decisions

࿔ There’s a pice of lyric that mentions wearing a bra but except for that the reader is gn ྀིྀི

࿔ Word count ྀིྀི - 934

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

It was a bad idea, the screen of an ended call still showing on your phone. Calling you up, what were you thinking? Johnny is a married man with a newly born child. Even more, he's married to your dear friend Sonya.

You threw your phone on your bed and went to the toilet. Splashing cold water on your face. Was such a bad idea, you knew that the second you laid your eyes on him. Why, oh why it had to be him. You were torn between feeling angry about falling for this man and feeling angry for Sonya getting to him first. Every time he came to your door you felt shame circling through your body, but his touch always made the feeling disappear.

A sigh escaped your lips 'Cause now I'm even more lost. You knew what you were doing was bad, but you wanted Johnny so bad it was driving you crazy. Seeing him with his family made your insides twist with jealousy, but you knew that there was nothing you could do but watch. Until one day he showed up on your doorstep hungry for you more than ever. It was a bad idea, these words echoing in your mind since that day.

You chuckled helplessly To think you were the one. You brushed through your hair with your hand taking a deep breath in. Was such a bad idea, a knock resounded in your apartment. The door revealed a man who you wanted to call yours, yet he was yours just to borrow. 'Cause now everything's wrong.

His hands found their place on your waist, his lips pushing onto yours. No words were exchanged, there was no need to. Both of you knew what the other wanted. You put your hands under my shirt, the rough yet gentle hands creasing your upper body.

A train of thoughts runs in your mind. Wanting to push him away and never do that again, but his presence was like a drug. Addicting and making it impossible to stop. The hands, still slightly cold making their way up. Undid my bra and said these words, he parted your lips and rested his forehead on yours.

His deep brown eyes looking into yours. "Darling, you're so pretty, it hurts" your heart speeding up its peace. The guilt mixed with the feeling of need. You quickly made your lips meet again to take your mind off the guilty feeling. You pushed me up against my wall.

The cold wall, send a shiver down your spine. Johnny began placing kisses on your jaw and later neck, collarbones and after getting rid of the shirt, on your chest. He Threw my clothes down on the floor, his shirt landing next to yours. His hands landing on your butt "Darling, are you ready for more?"

You got the message and wrapped your legs around his waist while placing kisses on his neck. I'm totally fucked. He carried you to your bedroom, the fact that he knew the way so well brought so much shame to you. He placed you on the bed while pressing with his crotch onto yours. You let out a slight moan.

It was a bad idea, to think I could stop. Every touch of his left a burning feeling of pleasure on your body. The intoxicating feeling clouding your mind. He ran his tongue from your abdomen to your boobs. You tilted your head back while grabbing his hair with your hands. Was such a bad idea.

His tongue glazing over your nipples while making direct eye contact with you, watching every single reaction that appeared on your face. I can't get enough, the pleasure you felt was overwhelming making you lose the sense of reality. It was a bad idea, needing you so late.

His fingers teasing your sensitive parts through the underwear. You could feel the regret coming, but for now you wanted to focus on the man that was behind all of it. Was such a bad idea. The moon light shining through the window straight onto Johnny’s face. His handsome face, the knowledge that he’s with you now. Not with Sonya. He chose you over her. Or did he really?

The rush was making you feel dizzy. The look on his face as he checked with you for the last time if what you were doing was fine. It wasn’t, but it's alright 'Cause I can't think straight.

Bad idea

Bad idea

Bad idea

Bad idea

The ringtone of Johnny’s phone broke the comfortable silence between you two. His chest slowly rose and fell as he took another breath. He answered the phone as soon as he saw the caller id. Calling you up. Even though you didn’t see clearly who called him, you knew it was Sonya. Was such a bad idea.

He sat up and looked back at you with a slight smile. He began collecting his clothes from the floor and getting dressed. I'm totally fucked. You watched him still laying in bed. Your feelings were mixed and the rush leaving your body made you able to think clearly. It was a bad idea.

After getting ready to leave Johnny bent over you supporting himself on the bed with his hand. He placed a quick kiss on your forehead and straightened up. To think I could stop. “Sonya needs me” Of course she does. You let out a sigh as you watched him leave. Was such a bad idea.

You rolled onto your back feeling as your heart hurt ever so slightly. I can't get enough.

[ryp3004]

May I propose Koh x Bridgette?

[neck-thats-made-for-bruising]

My sister is playing really loud music in her room next to mine but it's okay because she's gay and has good music taste

[unknownarmageddon]

lesbian kross?