#Help my sanity

[wheeirts]

new year new journal, here first pages in a new style

[lostl1sbons1ster]

Ending my summer like her

[sugar-on-fries]

IM DONEEEE

This took three daysss but it was worth it :]

also the oc's :3

very creative names I know wouldn't it be funny if sunny's twisted form was crawling on the ceiling with a stupid spotlight

[likesomeoneinlovee]

𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍

Arthur Morgan x f!reader, wc: 2k, 18+

Summary: You and Arthur sneak away from camp to the nearest hotel in the city for both of your needs.

warnings: Porn without plot. Face sitting / riding, sub!Arthur at some points, Arthur jerks off while you sit on his face. Chapter 4!Arthur Morgan, hotel room fuckin’, ( Anyway, love a man who yearns for real )

Author’s note: very very short fic while I work on something that isn’t Arthur!! oml I’m sorry but I’ll forever be obsessed with this man. Also why is there no sub!Arthur fics on here y’all please work on that.

Getting away from camp seemed to be a challenge for you and Arthur, both of you Dutch’s own personal prized ponies. A bounty hunt was a good excuse for you and Morgan to go off alone though the two of you have already used the excuse a couple times before. There was no errands need to be ran, Dutch was still conjuring up his next job for you two, and unfortunately you couldn’t so simply say that you and Arthur were going to fuck. It was tasteless not only, but it was also smart for the two of you to keep your relations a secret.

Waiting for the hand of Arthur’s pocket watch was hell as you sat in his bedroom in the old plantation home, waiting with your nerves high for a good time to leave camp. One in the morning seemed far too early, by two everyone would be drunk…er than they already were, by three everyone would be uncaring to any noise surrounding them. The sound of you and Arthur’s heavy steps against the muddy ground or the sounds of your horses trotting away from the camp.

Once the right time came you and Arthur snuck out. Riding hard to the city, streetlights making the wet roads shine to lead a path to the hotel.

His warm hand held yours as you two checked in, his voice so confident now every time he’d tell the clerk a simple “Mr. and Mrs. Callahan.” That fake last name he had been using for months now. The clerk knew who you two were, frequent visitors of the hotel of course.

This was turning into a common occurrence.

His hand moved to your lower back to guide you up the stairs of the hotel, his spurs jingling with every step he took. Now to the hallway, to unlocking your door with the keys.

Arthur was a man who’d strain himself every day to be the man in charge, using his hands to choke and beat, to steal and rob. Even now his knuckles were bruised with evidence of that fact. It’d make sense for a man like him to want– to crave to not be the boss some of the time, this seeped into his sex life with you.

Falling to his knees in front of you, his forehead pressed against your knee before he craned his head back at the feeling of your fingers running through his sandy waves. The man was mush for you, his legs buckled as he kneeled against the hardwood floor. His lips trailed to press firm kisses up your thigh, spreading your legs apart. His Adam’s apple bobbing with each hard, dry swallow of all the salvia building in his throat.

His body was burning up. Somehow eating you out always brought him more pleasure than you using your mouth on him. Though, you were real fuckin’ good at that. It was better to give than to receive.

“Princess.”

His voice sounded like a strangled whine as his palms soothed up your thighs. Those pretty eyes of his would stare up at you– his pupils so blown the blue of his irises could barely be seen especially in the low light of the oil lamp casted upon the room.

“Don’t go beggin’ now.”

You’d look down at him, your fingers raking along his scalp. The feeling of his almost impossibly soft lips trailing up and up underneath your skirt as he slowly pushed it up to your hips tightened the knot in your belly even more so than it already was. Needing the relief and release you’d only find through him.

His wicked tongue.

His touch was heavy handed down your legs, grabbing onto your ankles to gently guide your legs onto his shoulders, the mass and muscle providing your own personal rests.

He dipped one of his fingers underneath the white lace of your panties, running it down your slick slit, the act not only claiming a gasp from your lips but one from his own, his head dropping to the side of your thigh as he began rubbing your clit with the pad of his index.

“S’fuckin’– Soaked. M’don’t deserve this.”

The man was desperate, he couldn’t help the need in his voice.

It was slow, so achingly slow. You needed him on that bed with you. His poor knees didn’t need to be suffering against the uncomfortable hard floor for much longer anyway. You and Arthur had gotten to the point of being able to go unspoken, yet you had grown so fond of the speaking.

“Arthur,” You’d begin, your fingers curling in his locks tight as you pulled his head up and back, his eyes glossed over– he was practically salivating. “Get up here.”

You’d say you were just as needy as him but the way he looked at you told a different story, the man was desperate for it, so quick to act on your command he’d toss your legs off his shoulders, his hands grasping at your hips to lay you on the bed just for a moment, dragging your milk white stockings down your legs and off alongside your boots. A shallow breath left the back of his throat while he slid off your panties. Soaked. Now discarded to the floor.

He was entirely weak for you. He quickly got onto the bed, not bothering taking his clothes off– no need for that, he was here to please you. His spurs dug into the mattress as he laid on his back, his mind flooded with the thoughts of what he wanted, what he could do to please you.

He wanted to be at your mercy.

You would try to get the buckle of your belt unclasped, desperately trying to get your skirt off before you felt the touch of Arthur’s hand on your arm.

“No– no need.” He’d grit. “Come up ‘ere.”

Assuming that he meant his lap you’d crawl your way onto him, your skirt flowing over his thighs as you avoided sitting right on his gun belt he had kept on. His cock would twitch against your thigh, his head leaking an embarrassing amount of pre-cum into his pants, a wet spot so-barely noticeable against the front of his pants.

You felt his hands move up your thighs, his fingers massaging into the flesh. It wasn’t long before he tugged you up, your knees bent on either side of his head as you were above him.

“Oh fuck.” The words came out as a groan, so infatuated by the sight, the smell. It was clear what he wanted when his hands would try to get your hips down, the man was silently begging you to sit.

“Arthur, I don’t know if I–”

“No– no, please. Please.”

His begs took you aback a step, his words were so fucking breathless, his head dropping back against the pillow. “Please” Another plead from the back of his throat. It was quite impossible to resist. You allowed him to tug your hips down, his nose pressed against your clit.

With the first lick from his tongue your hands instinctively went to his hair. Tugging tightly before letting him seep fully under your skirt. Worshipping your cunt with every long lick from his tongue, his lips kissing your pussy over and over again. He’d be praising you, thanking you for giving him privilege to please you, every moan that came from him muffled into your flower. His tongue delving into your hole.

“Fuck!” You’d cry, fingers pulling so tightly on his waves as your cunt contracts around his tongue. You weren’t the only one in need of touch, so desperate your whole body was in tremors: So was Arthur.

His massive hand held tight on your waist, squeezing and groping your skin. Now his freehand was moving slowly down his own body, his chest rapidly rising then falling again, his middle inflating before going back to normal once again with every deep breath. Your eyes were shut tight, the moans falling from your slacked mouth were irreligious. Once his hand moved to his jeans he blindly unclasped his belt, tugging it off as his hips bucked up. Frantically, so fucking frantically he unbuttoned his pants, the material rubbing against his swollen dick was torturess in the sense, his toes curled in his leather boots once his cock sprung free, slapping up against his stomach.

He was helpless.

He wrapped his massive hand around the girth of his cock, his face stuffed between your thighs. Burying his face into your swollen folds to muffle his own needy whines, absolutely ungodly groans coming out of his employed mouth.

His hand slid up and down the length, squeezing the thickness of it, pre-cum dribbling into his fist. Your hand braced behind your back on his chest as the other remained tangled in his brunette hair. The feeling of his frantic breaths, his heart hammering against his ribs, you’d lift your hips a bit trying to provide some air for the man beneath you– his hand immediately forcing you back down.

“Arthur! M’so fucking close–”

“Mhm.”

His hum vibrated against your pussy as you rode his mouth, he was desperate, praying to taste your sweet release. His hips violently bucking into his own fist as your sopping hole clamped around his tongue. The twisting in your tummy told you that your orgasm was around the corner, your body aching for the climax

Arthur’s as well.

The man had a gift of eating pussy, he could be suffocating in the wetness, your slick pink folds pressed against his face, he’d pass out before he tapped out. He was only a man.

The sloppy sounds of Morgan’s mouth lapping at your slickness was the last thing you heard before your own loud noise– your jaw slacking as you let out a ripping moan as the knot in your pelvis untied. Riding out your orgasm on his face.

His balls tightened up as his own orgasm hit him, his load spurting over his fist as his legs kicked out against the bed. You hadn’t even notice your poor man had been jerking his own cock til’ the moment in play, your legs shook as you got off his face, dropping down on the bed next to him, his face colored a hot red, your juices dripping down his stubble and mustache.

Once the breath stolen from him was back in his lungs he was quick to act, wrapping his arms around you to pull you onto him again, your body laying on his, you felt fucking tiny against his muscles, the mass of his body, how he could be so insanely muscular –though his body was so comfortable.

“Oh, sweet girl.”

His head craned back against his pillow, the sound of your pants harmonizing together before placing a kiss against your collar, both of you uncomfortably clothed. He was promised to serve you.

“May I?” His fingers were fiddling with the buttons of your blouse.

“No need to ask.”

He slowly pulled apart your shirt, dipping his face down to bury into the valley between your tits, the man was in constant need of your touch. His hips rocking against the bed, his body throbbing.

“More?” You’d look down at him, your fingers massaging against his scalp gaining a quiet whimper from his plump, wet lips.

“M’Just tell me I can have you… I need you– So Bad…”

His words had a habit of slurring together, laying boneless against your own body. His hand running up to squeeze your breast in a firm grip. His fingertips kneading into the tender mound.

“As long as I’m the one on top.”

You’d mutter, though that went without saying. His cheeks burned hot as his eyes peered to look into your own, his dilated pupils told you enough.

“C’mon then, sunshine.”

He placed a firm kiss against the top of your breast. Allowing you to straighten your back with his hand on your lower.

For the rest of the night he’d be worshipping you like a goddess. You were his religion.

[bluedeedeedoop]

Barrissoka Human AU Aquarium date!! @eleventhsister helped me a lot with this piece and actually gave me the idea to do it so thank you sm!!! I'll provide the concept art i made for it under the cut! Im actually really happy with how it turned out and im glad for the background painting practice! (click for better quality i think?)

[analkvin]

I love them

[mohamed-hamad]

I am confident that when I leave Gaza and complete my education, I will be creative in my specialty because I love it, but I hope to leave Gaza and achieve the rest of my dreams and aspirations outlined in my campaign 🥺🙏🏻

https://gofund.me/952fae0b

[teenagetrash00]

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

[oakiebun12]

help me these two have been in my head for days and I can't get them out!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

[liqu3d]

Prismo aren’t good with secrets (This comic is so stupidly cute even if it not)

[wheeirts]

commonplace

[lostl1sbons1ster]

I made my bed I’ll die in it

[sugar-on-fries]

uhh headcanons iconsss

uh yeah

[contentloadinggg]

Valentine’s Day Treat

Somebody arrest this man, because who gave him the right to be that hot?

Author’s Note: A little Valentine’s Day piece, if you’re celebrating have fun. If you’re single make sure to tell the people in your life how much you love them :). And of course, love yourself. And obviously, thank you to Lunarite who beta reads my fics so wonderfully, love you💚.

Summary: Playing with fire gets you excited. Most everything explained in the warnings. (Gender neutral! Reader, hopefully, I tried my best)(~2000 words)

Warnings: smut yay, Dom!Andrew, Sub!reader, wax play, Oral Sex (Andrew eating reader out.) Praise, poorly written dirty talk, Idk

This is a work of fiction and is not a reflection of who Hozier is.

Fic under the cut 🩷 18+ only, you have been warned.

Andrew clasped a lit candle in both hands. His gaze not on the flame but on you. The room was dimly lit by candles, although not quite the same as the one in his hands. Firelight dancing over the walls of the room, drawing long shadows over the walls.

“Are you sure?”

The man asks gently, lifting a gentle hand to brush the hair back from your face. 

“Yes.”

A nearly whispered agreement from your lips. In a quiet voice as to not break the energy in the room. Andrew nods in response. Carefully tipping the candle to drip the melted wax into his open palm. The light of the flame moves hypnotically over his face. The reds in his hair and the sharpness of his cheekbones become more prominent in the warm highlights. 

The liquid wax hits his pale skin, pooling in his palm. He rubs it into his hand, the wax softening into oil and sinking in.

“It’s nice, not even that hot. Just a bit warm.”

He hums, looking into the slowly melting candle. You hold out an arm, wanting to test it yourself. Andrew’s lips curl into a soft smile. A hand grasping your held out arm. He ever so carefully pours some of the warm wax over your offered limb. Despite telling you it wasn’t that hot, it’s still a surprise when it hits you without burning.

The wax drips down the length of your arm and over your wrist before Andrew catches it with his thumb and rubs it into your arm with little circles of his finger. Slowly moving up the limb in such a simple act. Yet your stomach itches with arousal. Each movement is calm, almost languid and attentive. Paying attention to every detail. It’s especially attractive when his only focus is on your body and how it reacts.

Andrew drags his fingers further up. Until they reach the sleeve of your shirt. He softly tugs on it. You take the hint, sliding your shirt up and off with Andrew’s help. He’s quick to bring you into a kiss once the layer of clothing is tossed aside. The touch of his mouth is tender, caressing your bottom lip between both of his. He slowly lays you back against the bed. Knees moving to either side of your hips so he can straddle you comfortably.

“Let’s start here, yeah?”

He murmurs against your mouth. Trailing slender fingers down the curve of your neck and to the end of your shoulder. It nearly tickles, a mere brush against you. He waits for your agreement before lifting the candle a few inches above your bare skin. He tips it a little. The warm wax spills over the rim and drips down. It hits your neck in a few careful drops. Against the more sensitive skin, it’s a pinpoint of heat. Like a stray spark from a fire. A sensation that makes you gasp. Then it melts off into something much more subtle. Merely like metal warmed beneath a cool sun. Andrew straightens the candle again. Quick to soothe the wax into your skin with a gentle hand. Leaving it smooth and glistening.

“Was that alrigh? Should I keep going?”

He’s careful not to push you too far, asking questions and studying your every reaction to be sure everything is okay. 

“Yeah, it feels… interesting, keep going.”

Andrew nods at your answer. Tipping the candle once more. The drips of wax land at a faster pace. A gentle drizzle over your collarbone and shoulder. Andrew lets the liquid slide down onto your chest, over your sternum. The simmering heat pinkens your skin and makes the nerves so acutely aware of every feeling. You can almost feel the blood pumping through your veins.

His hands spread the melted wax over your skin. His gentle fingers tease the now acutely sensitive nerves that prickled beneath the heat. They dip into the valleys of your collarbones, the hollow of your neck. Exploring every curve and valley until your upper chest is glistening in the dim candlelight. His gaze on you like you’re an artpiece, yet far, far more precious. It burns and fuels your arousal. With your nod of assurance, he continues. Spilling the candle further downwards. A light sprinkle over your sternum.

The next touch is a surprise, as Andrew takes some of the melted wax onto his thumb and circles it around your hardening nipple. Sending a shock through your system. Setting your nerves on fire. Anticipating the pleasure. But Andrew is cautious, the almost dangerous glint in his eyes tells you he finds this fun. Entertaining even. To watch your reactions to everything he’s doing. 

“Does it feel good, darling?”

He asks, his voice lowered. Deeper. He’s into this. So very into this. You have to swallow hard to force your tongue to work again. 

“Y-yeah. Intense.”

You manage to choke out. Struggling to speak while feeling the tingle of heat around your nipple. Tripping over your own tongue and forcing Andrew to hold back what you’d know would be a wicked grin in response. 

Instead, he nods in acknowledgment and lowers the candle so it’s just hovering above your chest. Licks of heat coming off the flame. And drips the wax just an inch away from your nipple. It’s even hotter as it travels right from the candle onto your skin. Almost stinging. The anticipation of pleasure and pain causes your entire body to twitch and tingle. Andrew can’t hold back a surprised, satisfied laugh.

“So sensitive.”

He comments. His thumb rubs over the glistening oil. Back and forth. Back and forth. Your lungs heave beneath his hand. His eyes have nearly become black with arousal, hungry as they’re so intently focused on your shuddering form. His thumb drags slowly over the distance to your nipple. 

A moan escapes you as Andrew circles the hardened bud beneath his finger and pulls lightly.

“You like that?”

You respond with a nod to Andrew’s question. Not even attempting to form words. That urges him to keep going. Continuing to tease and tug at the sensitive bud until you’re arching your back up into his hand and he’s got you whimpering quietly. Only then does he continue. 

“Beautiful, you’re doing better than I could’ve imagined.”

He murmurs sweet words to you. Sliding the candle further down your shuddering form. He spills the wax over the rim of the candle, pouring a thin line of warm oil from your heart, all the way down to your navel. It nearly tickles. It soothes your body as it trickles down your skin and covers you with a strangely comforting blanket of heat, raising your nerves until Andrew presses it into your skin with a large hand. Fingers long and slender. Making you seem smaller than you are. Then he slides his hand lower. Past your navel and onto the round of your stomach.

Andrew paints the form of your figure with his fingers, mapping out the expanse of your skin. Adventurously his hand travels down the slope of your navel. His middle finger stretches out dipping down low to tease the sensitive skin around your entrance. He sucks in a breath when you twitch and whine with the shock of pleasure going up your spine. 

“God… you’re gorgeous, baby. Let me taste you. I need it, please?”

He asks, nearly panting with breathlessness. His warm breath moving over the swell of your stomach. You choke out an agreement. A hand eagerly tugging on his hair to drag him downwards.

He brushes those skilled lips against the surface of your skin. Cascading kisses further down your body, his hands find purchase on your hips and hold you down firmly. His beard brushing your thigh as he guides them over his shoulders. 

There’s hardly any build up. Andrew breathes in your arousal like a starving man. A lion about to devour a freshly caught kill. His nose pressing into your folds. A sly tongue flickers out to tease you, hot and slick, leaving a feeling even more searing than the melted wax that coats your skin. Every small reaction of yours excites him further. Makes him more eager for your taste. He submits to that longing. Circling his tongue around your opening. Stretching you open for his plunder before he begins taking it.

 He buries his tongue into your arousal. Lapping at your walls in slow, savouring strokes. Your hole opening little by little. As his tongue continues, wet and unyielding. Andrew has no hesitation to begin devouring you. Like a starving man sinking his teeth into the sweetest fruit he’s ever tasted. It’s even reflected in his pleasured moans and muffled praises.

“Taste so fucking good.”

Your trapped hips jerk as the tip of his nose bumps into that sweet, sensitive spot. Andrew’s hands holding the to do the bed. His grip grows even firmer as you writhe beneath his mouth. Your movements don’t stop him. As he pushes himself as deep as he can go. His beard gently scratching at your legs, making you all the more sensitive than the wax already had. 

Pleasure runs through your body, shaping your back into an arch in an attempt to get closer to his mouth. Despite his hands not allowing it. You can feel your legs tremble around his head. Both hands tangled into his long curls of hair that pull it back from getting into his face. You call out his name with a curse. Pressure building up and pushing against your stomach. Andrew can feel you clench around his tongue. Attempting to draw him closer, even when his mouth is already practically melted against you. Lost in the taste of your pleasure. But another call of his name has his attention.

“Are you gonna cum for me, darling?” 

He asks in a rough voice. Lifting his head to look up at you properly. His chin shines with saliva that he doesn’t care for. He never minded getting a bit messy. Andrew doesn’t leave your poor, devoured hole alone as he asks his questions. Teasing the puckered entrance with a finger that he slowly pushes in when you whimper. His actions are made easily by the salvia slickening you. At your affirmative answer he curls his finger. Rubbing your sweet spot just perfectly with skilled hands.

“That’s it. I want you to cum over my tongue, yeah? Bet that tastes even better.”

You can tell he means it by his tone, the way his voice barely trembles and he shows it. His head ducked back down between your thighs. His tongue joined side by side with his finger. Prodding at every pleasurable spot he can hit. Over and over and over again. Until the pressure in your stomach becomes unbearable. When you warn him of this, he moans into your skin. Sending vibrations through you.

“C’mon, let it go. You’ve done so well. Just a little farther.”

Andrew encourages, both for his and your sake. The pleasure becomes overwhelming. The long strokes over your fluttering entrance shove you over the edge. Back arching off the mattress and toes curling into the sheets. You wail his name like a prayer. Like his gift of pleasure is heaven sent. Spilling over his mouth and chin as ecstasy washes over you. Andrew laps it up like it’s a sweet nectar. Moaning at the taste over his tongue. He cleans up the mess between your thighs like that. Ridding you of what would’ve become a sticky nunasince. Eventually, you’re squirming weakly with oversenstivity and Andrew finally lifts his head out of your legs. Still seeming dazed. 

“Could you go another round like that?”

Honestly, Idk how to feel about this one. Doesn't feel like my best writing, but I tried. Anyways, I'm hoping to post a fic for the 5th Anniversary of Wasteland, Baby! If I have any ideas for it. So if you have any ideas you'd might like to see feel free to send them to me.

-Thad 💚

[bluedeedeedoop]

(TOTE SPOILERS) I am back with art!

These little sketches are based on ideas @lesbiansandpuns gave me while we were discussing the Tales of the Empire episodes and i just had to draw some sweet silly barrissoka! (they heal me)

(if u saw me post this earlier and delete it a couple of times no you didnt)

[mikachacha]

𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: You and Bada are secretly dating but also competing against each other in Street Woman Fighter. You're in Jam Republic while she's leading team Bebe. So when she saw you perform for Hwasa choreography draft mission, she could've sworn that she lost her shit at how enticing you looked.

Warnings: very suggestive content (possibility of being a smut) and language

(A/N: I've been watching the choregraphies for Chili and damn they're all hot 🤤)

🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸

Being in a secret relationship is hard, but being in a competition against your girlfriend is harder. You're the sixth member of Jam Republic while Bada is the leader of Bebe. Your teams often clashed but you didn't let that come between you two. You still loved each other the same and are each other's hype woman.

To keep the professionalism up, whenever there's an upcoming mission, you guys don't discuss any competition related to each other and don't send any pics or videos of both your teams' routines even though the both of you loved showing off to each other, especially when it comes to dancing so when the Hwasa choreography draft mission came, both of you were completely blown away by each other's performance.

"Damn.. My girlfriend is so hot what the actual fuckkkk?!?" you couldn't help yourself but gush over Bada as well as team Bebe which made your own teammates laugh.

"It's like you're only seeing it for the first time." Ling nudged you while laughing and you turned to her with a pout on your face.

"It is the first time that I saw that! Well except for when we were asked to perform a little bit of our concepts to the other teams. But still! They changed some parts." You said and Kirsten only chuckled, ruffling your hair.

"I think Bada will be on your ass later after she watches you perform. We did keep the juiciest parts for this." Kirsten grinned and you couldn't help but smile mischievously at what she said. Bada is definitely in for a surprise.

When it was your group's turn to perform, you looked at Bada and smirked which she found a bit strange. It made her feel nervous and excited at the same time so she eagerly watched you perform with your group. To say that she lost her ability to think rationally is a huge understatement. Seeing you on stage, dancing so enticingly, especially when you did the floor work.. It made Bada's jaw drop. She's sure that you'll be the cause of her demise at how hot you looked.

"I want to go up there and just snatch her then go home.." Bada whined while her team members laughed. Their leader is so far gone, probably imagining all the dirty things she's gonna do to you when you get home.

"I seriously feel bad for Y/N-unnie.. The way Bada-unnie is looking at her right now doesn't look like she's gonna be resting when they get home." Sowoen jokingly said and the others agreed with her. The way Bada is looking at you reminds them of a wolf waiting to pounce on its prey.

When you finished, you saw Bada looking at you, her eyes held hunger and a promise that she wouldn't be letting you rest immediately when you get home. You visibly gulped at her expression. Oh you're in trouble. When filming finally wrapped up, you immediately went to Jam Republic's room to change clothes.

"Jesus! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" you could've sworn you passed away for a few seconds when you opened the door to go outside and saw that Bada was standing there, waiting for you. Your teammates couldn't help but chuckle at what was about to happen. They knew all too well.

"Have fun, you two! And be safe going home." Audrey shouts from inside the room as you were stepping out. You turned to look at them, glaring at each one playfully before finally going home with Bada. Bada was completely silent all the way home and it made you nervous but decided to not point it out because you know your fate is sealed the moment you stepped on that stage dancing to Hwasa's new song.

When you finally entered your shared apartment, Bada immediately kissed you. It was hot and passionate, her hands trailing against your sides while your arms were loosely wrapped around her shoulders. She kissed you like there was no tomorrow before moving to kiss you jaw and neck, leaving marks here and there which made you whine in protest but didn't really put in any effort to stop Bada.

"Oh pretty girl.. You looked so sexy earlier.. Do you know how hard it was for me to not go up there and just snatch you mid performance?" Bada whispered and those words sent shivers up your spine.

Bada led you to the bedroom and the both of you were naked in no time. Her mouth trailed kisses all over your body, making sure to abuse those sensitive spots of yours to make you moan and writhe beneath her. She loves hearing the sounds you make, especially when her fingers are working in and out of you.

"Fuck.. Bada, please.." you moaned out loud as she continued to tease you. Her fingers are just barely brushing against your spot and you're getting frustrated because you wanted her to stop teasing and get on with it. Bada chuckles hearing your plea. She could hear the frustration and desperation in your voice which she found so adorable.

"Anything for you, princess." she smirks and you were seeing stars after she said that. She was relentlessly working her fingers inside you, making sure to hit your spot every single time while her mouth worked against your sensitive nub. You're hoarse from moaning and sometimes screaming out her name as she made you come again and again before you're spent.

Bada took care of you, cleaned you up and cuddled with you after everything was done. She was placing kisses on your face while brushing your hair with her fingers to help you fall asleep. You smiled at the gesture and closed your eyes, falling asleep being held by Bada.