#band: Rock Candy

[possible-streetwear]

Candy Del Mar - The Cramps

[rocknrollflames]

Izzy Stradlin and Gilby Clarke performing on stage together at The Cathouse in 1986. Riki Rachtman is also pictured.

Above photos by David Plastik (Dave Plas)

Okay - I have to post this because it is so cool. I have @juliannas-wild-oats to thank for the first photo, as well as the cropped photos of Izzy. I have @mycollectionmylife to thank for the second photo that they just recently posted and I am now later adding to this post. They were originally posted by Dave Plastik on Facebook. However, he claims these photos were taken circa 1987 - not late 1986. (I'm going to double check 1987 concert dates though.) I personally feel like they were taken on December 23, 1986, but don't quote me. Actually - go ahead and quote me, because I've done the research and I'm fairly certain this is the date, lol.

I'm a big Izzy fan, but I also like Gilby Clarke. As you know, Gilby replaced Izzy when he left GNR. The cool thing about that, was that Izzy was one of the very first people Gilby met when he moved to L.A. - they were friends. So, Izzy was pleased they chose Gilby as his replacement. Gilby was the lead singer for Candy, then went on to join Kill for Thrills, and of course he later joined GNR, then Slash's Snakepit. He is not only a musician, but a producer.

But what is even cooler is that this is a photo of Izzy jamming with Gilby's band, Candy, probably in late 1986. According to the photographer, it was taken at The Cathouse. The first time I saw the picture, the description said it was taken at The Glamour on Dec. 31, 1986, and it was Izzy jamming with Jetboy. I noticed Gilby right away and then realized it was Candy. But Candy is not listed as being on the bill that night on the online set lists and concert pages.

After some investigation, I decided it was either taken on October 9th or 18th, 1986 at Reseda Country Club/Country Club of Reseda/Chuck Landis' Country Club - or at The Cathouse on December 23, 1986 - though Candy is not listed (anywhere I looked) as being on the ticket that night with GNR, Faster Pussycat, L.A. Jetboy, and L.A. Guns. However, the ticket/bill does list '& Special Guests'. So, I thought perhaps they actually were on the ticket, but just not listed in the records. Now I know this is in fact The Cathouse, and the sixth person on stage is Riki Rachtman.

I'm including a pic of Izzy hanging with Mickey Finn, Billy Rowe, and Timo Kaltio taken the same night. I just found a cool pic of Mickey Finn on stage with Izzy and Candy as well, but I cannot get into FB to download it right now. I will add it once I have it.

I just think this pic is extremely special in terms of GNR history, as well as Izzy and Gilby's history together. So, I just HAD to post it. Thanks @juliannas-wild-oats for posting those great pictures.

I'm including a photo taken almost 7 years later, of Gilby and Izzy, when Izzy came back to GNR when Gilby was injured. The date was either May 29th or 30th, 1993. (I'm pretty sure the 30th, but I'll double check.)

What's even cooler about this pic is that it was taken at a show in which both Gilby and Izzy performed on stage with GNR, Ronnie Wood, and Michael Monroe. Just seriously cool GNR history right there. Izzy performing with members of the two bands he referenced as being his influences in GNR interviews - two bands he loved. I'll go ahead and add the link to the performance. I'm adding another pic of Izzy with Gilby on March 10th, 1995 at The Hard Rock Hotel and Casino opening in Las Vegas.

Izzy performed onstage with Gilby, Candy, and probably Mickey Finn in 1986, with Gilby, GNR, Ronnie Wood, and Michael Monroe in 1993, with Duff McKagan, Gilby, Matt Sorum, B.B. King, Bo Diddley and others at The Hard Rock Hotel Las Vegas in March 1995 and the following month, in April 1995, with Gilby and Slash's Snakepit (I have a great pic of Izzy and Slash on stage during that performance, but not one with Izzy and Gilby.)

Here is a flyer/invite for the 1986 Live Like a Suicide Christmas Party at The Cathouse December 23, 1986, when Candy was probably the special guest, and Izzy performed on stage with them.

Below: First four photos of Izzy Stradlin, Candy with Gilby Clarke, and Riki Rachtman (in leopard print coat) taken at The Cathouse according to Dave Plastik.

Fifth photo: Billy Rowe and Mickey Finn of Jetboy, Timo Kaltio, and Izzy Stradlin.

Sixth photo: Izzy Stradlin, Gilby Clarke, and Ronnie Wood.

Video: Ronnie Wood, Izzy Stradlin, Michael Monroe, Gilby Clarke and Guns N' Roses.

Above photos: Duff Mckagan, Gilby Clarke, Izzy Stradlin. March 10, 1995, The Joint, Hard Rock Hotel and Casino Las Vegas. Above stage photo: Duff, Gilby, Izzy, and Matt Sorum with B.B. King, and Bo Diddley.

Below: Band flyers and photos of Gilby with Candy. Note the GNR and Faster Pussycat reference.

[dead-mans-road]

Someone get me out of jail please it smells funny

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Candy del Mar - The Cramps

[encrucijada]

edge of the blade by journey absolutely Serving as inspiration for adam's sound holy shit

[geekynerfherder]

'Interpol + Spoon at Pittsburgh' by Tara McPherson.

24" x 18" screen print, in a signed and numbered Regular edition of 60 for $65; and a signed and numbered Rainbow HoloFoil Variant edition of 65 for $125.

On sale now through The Cotton Candy Machine.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"BILL GRAHAM PRESENTS IN SAN FRANCISCO..."

PIC INFO: Spotlight on Abba Zaba-inspired concert poster art for DEEP PURPLE, IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY, and COLD BLOOD, live at the Fillmore West, November 28-30 + December 1, 1968. San Francisco, CA. Artwork by Rick Griffin (✝) and Alton Kelley.

OVERVIEW: "The third and final Rick Griffin and Alton Kelley collaboration (Griffin often collaborated with Victor Moscoso, and Kelley of course worked with Stanley Mouse on virtually all of his compositions) was a good example of both artists' use of contemporary advertising in their design. The poster features a taxi cab checker design with an "Abba-Zabba" candy bar wrapper and image of monkey working on transistor. Abba-Zabbas were candy bars made at the time by the Cardinet Candy Company of Oakland, across the Bay from San Francisco. Perhaps a favorite of one of the artists?

This poster advertises the very first tour of DEEP PURPLE who had a hit single, “Hush,”  that reached #4 on the Billboard Hot 100 charts. It would be a few more years before they hit the real Big Time with the heavy metal classic, “Smoke on the Water.” Here they opened for SF-based IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY who were getting massive Bay-Area airplay with their hits, “White Bird,” and “Hot Summer Day.”

-- BAHR GALLERY

Source: www.bahrgallery.com/band-items/deep-purple-it-s-a-beautiful-day-1968.

[carcinized]

I forgot how much I loved the maine. Good band

[possible-streetwear]

Candy Del Mar - The Cramps

[justanerd]

I love exploring and getting into loads of different music genres because there will always be music to fit the moment. Last night, 50s R&B/doo wop was so the vibe after a long week but this evening I'm feeling more like Uruguayan rock...

[minecraftgender]

this meme i made like 3 years ago is relevant again

[rocknrollflames]

I do not believe that is Jetboy. It looks like Candy ...

That looks like Gilby Clarke. Guns N' Roses did play at The Glamour on New Year's Eve 1986. I do not know who was on the bill with them though.

GNR did play on the same bill with Jetboy, L.A. Guns, and Faster Pussycat at The Cathouse on December 23, 1986.

Izzy and Gilby were friends at that time. Izzy was one of the very first people that Gilby met when he moved to L.A. It would make perfect sense that he would jam with him.

The picture you see with Jetboy - Izzy is wearing what looks like an identical outfit. I think Candy was probably at The Cathouse Dec. 23rd but were never listed on the bill. I believe they are one of the 'special guests' that was supposed to be there that night. (Or maybe Izzy just really dug that outfit and wore it two nights, lol).

But there are four guys in the pic of Candy, and it looks like there are ... five guys on stage with Izzy. Candy was a four-piece band. It's got to be Candy because Gilby was on lead vocals then. It's Candy! Just some other guy must have wanted to jam with them too. Let me find a pic of them.

I had the best pic of Jetboy but can't find it. I'll put up some subpar pics instead ...

Below is a picture of Kill for Thrills which were also a four-piece, but they were not formed until 1988. (You can tell the outfits look a little later 80's. Well, to me, at least.):

Below is a picture of Izzy (wearing the same outfit) with Mickey Finn and Billy Rowe of Jetboy, and Timo Kaltio to his left.

Below are pics of Jetboy with Sami Yaffa.

Gilby was the lead singer for Candy after Kyle Vincent left. And it turns out there were quite a few of people who really liked Candy.

Let me try to find a photo of them. I am adding a link to an article about Candy as well. Well, it's a piece about Candy on a cool music blog - willfullyobscure.blogspot.com

OMG! Look at this flyer! But that was for Country Club. Okay, it says Faster Pussycat and GNR, but I think they're referencing that those bands got signed and went on the road. The Strip might seem dead, but they're still there!

Here is a really cool flyer with Gilby Clarke's name on the pink pick. (To indicate this was Candy with Gilby and not Kyle, I guess.) These flyers are great. I love looking at old band flyers!

I don't know if Gilby is in the pics below or not because they are so small! Pretty sure he is, though.

I think that is Gilby on the right but could be wrong.

Anyway, it was cool to find out a bit more about Candy, Kill for Thrills, and Gilby Clarke. These pics are great! The ones of Gilby and Candy, AND the ones with Izzy and Candy on stage. Love the Izzy pics!!!!

**** Update ****

The extra 'musician' on stage with Candy and Izzy is Riki Rachtman. He is the one in the leopard print coat. This is an even stronger indication it was The Cathouse and that Mickey Finn (and possibly another member of Jetboy) got on stage with them at some point that night.

I also found a pic of Mickey Finn (lead singer of Jetboy) on stage with them but am unable to download it. If I can, I'll add it. So, likely a member of Jetboy did join Izzy and Candy onstage for at least one song that night! The photos of Candy, Izzy, and Riki were taken by photographer David Plastik (Dave Plas) and he claims they were taken at The Cathouse but in 1987. I think he might have the year wrong.

So Izzy might have performed with members of Candy and Jetboy that night, which is even cooler. That is probably why the post originally said Izzy performing with Jetboy. He probably did, but it was just the wrong picture from the same night. ; )

Izzy joining the band Jetboy for a New Year’s Eve show at The Glamour in Los Angeles

December 31st, 1986 

[ariamelisma]

Pop Rocks

Then, a friend suggested I turn Pop Rocks into a human! I thought I would take the "Rocks" and turn it into the music element rather than the er, earth. I realize I made her look a little like Phineas with her facial structure, but I know I went HARD on the lighting and background!

[inkspiredwriting]

Wedding Woes

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Planning a wedding should be a joyous occasion, but for Five Hargreeves and his fiancée Y/N, it quickly turned into a battlefield of hilarious disagreements. From the moment they decided to tie the knot, every decision seemed to spark a new debate.

“Chocolate!” Five declared, arms crossed, as they sat in the office of Sweet Sensations, the premier bakery in town.

“Red velvet!” Y/N countered, her eyes sparkling with determination.

The baker, caught between the two, held up a tentative hand. “We could do a combination cake?”

Five and Y/N turned to her, then back to each other, shaking their heads simultaneously. “Nope.”

“What’s wrong with red velvet?” Y/N argued, her brow furrowing. “It’s elegant and delicious.”

Five scoffed. “Chocolate is a classic. And I don’t trust a cake that’s named after a fabric.”

“Fine,” Y/N said, rolling her eyes. “What about the design?”

“Simple and clean,” Five said, envisioning a minimalistic cake.

Y/N, however, had other ideas. “I was thinking something with a little more... flair. Maybe some flowers, intricate designs—”

Before Five could retort, Klaus burst into the bakery, trailed by Diego and Luther. “Hey, lovebirds! How’s the cake tasting going?”

Five sighed. “We’re just... debating the finer points.”

Klaus waggled his eyebrows. “Why not go with a giant rainbow cake? It’s festive!”

Diego chuckled. “I vote for something with bacon on it.”

Luther just looked confused. “Do people put bacon on cakes?”

The baker looked like she might faint.

In the end, they settled on a layered cake with alternating tiers of chocolate and red velvet, topped with simple but elegant decorations. It wasn’t exactly what either had envisioned, but it was a compromise—a word that Five was rapidly learning to accept.

Next on the list was the music. Five preferred a live jazz band, while Y/N was leaning toward a playlist of their favorite songs.

“Jazz sets the mood,” Five insisted, adjusting his tie as they met with a potential band leader in their living room.

“Yeah, the mood for a 1920s speakeasy,” Y/N shot back. “We need something more modern, something we can really dance to.”

The band leader, an older gentleman with a pencil-thin mustache, interjected. “We can do a mix, if you’d like?”

Before either could respond, Viktor wandered in, carrying his violin. “Need a musician? I can play Anything you want.”

Five perked up. “Can you do jazz?”

Viktor nodded. “Of course. But I also know some contemporary pieces.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up. “What about ‘You Are the Best Thing’ by Ray LaMontagne?”

Viktor smiled. “I can do that.”

Five threw up his hands. “Fine, let’s have Viktor play. Just... not too much Ray LaMontagne.”

Klaus sauntered in, a mischievous grin on his face. “I could DJ! Imagine the fun we’d have with a mix of 80s pop and punk rock!”

Five stared at him. “Absolutely not.”

When it came to decorations, Five wanted sleek and modern, while Y/N envisioned a romantic, rustic theme.

“We need string lights and mason jars,” Y/N said, flipping through a wedding magazine.

Five groaned. “We’re not having a Pinterest wedding. How about something more sophisticated? Like geometric centerpieces.”

“Geometric?” Y/N laughed. “What are we, hosting a math conference?”

Lila, who had shown up uninvited but was enjoying the chaos, added her two cents. “I think you should go with a theme park idea. Imagine—carnival games, cotton candy, maybe even a Ferris wheel!”

Y/N laughed. “Actually, that sounds kind of fun.”

Five buried his face in his hands. “We’re not turning our wedding into a circus.”

In the end, they settled on a rustic-chic blend with some modern touches—fairy lights and mason jars for Y/N, and sleek tableware and geometric designs for Five. It was a mix that surprisingly worked, combining the best of both their visions.

Even the wedding invitations were a source of contention. Five wanted them to be minimalist and elegant, while Y/N wanted something more whimsical and colorful.

“This font is too boring,” Y/N complained, staring at the sample invite. “It doesn’t scream ‘fun.’”

Five rubbed his temples. “We’re not throwing a rave, Y/N. We’re getting married. It should be timeless.”

Klaus, had another idea. “Why not go with a pop-up invitation? Like those 3D books! People would love that.”

Five shot him a look. “We’re not making pop-up books, Klaus.”

Despite the disagreements, the wedding day arrived, and everything was miraculously coming together. Five and Y/N stood at the altar, their family and friends gathered around them. The setting was a perfect blend of their styles—rustic yet sophisticated, whimsical yet elegant.

As they exchanged vows, Five couldn’t help but smile at Y/N. Despite their differences, their love for each other had only grown stronger through the process. It was clear that, no matter the debates, they were perfect for each other.

When they shared their first kiss as husband and wife, the crowd erupted into applause, and Klaus, predictably, started a slow clap that turned into an impromptu chant of “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

Five’s siblings had their mishaps—Klaus accidentally spilled champagne on Viktor’s suit, Lila got into a friendly wrestling match with Allison over the bouquet, and Luther accidentally triggered a sound system malfunction that blasted “Never Gonna Give You Up” at full volume during the toasts.

At the end of the night, as they danced under the twinkling lights, Five pulled Y/N close and whispered, “You know, despite all the chaos, I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Y/N smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling. “Not even the part where we almost had a bacon cake?”

Five chuckled. “Not even that. Well... maybe a little.”

Y/N laughed, leaning in to kiss him. “I love you, Five Hargreeves. Even if you have terrible taste in cakes.”

Five grinned, wrapping his arms around her. “And I love you, Y/N Hargreeves. Even if you have questionable taste in everything else.”

As they swayed to the music, surrounded by their chaotic but loving family, Five realized that the debates, the compromises, and the occasional disaster were all part of what made their love story uniquely theirs.

And for Five and Y/N, that was all they ever wanted.

[tddyhyck]

has never went to oovoo javer

pairings ⇢ uber driver!hyuck x afab!reader

warnings ⇢ strangers???, protected sex (kinda), car sex, thigh riding, fingering, oral (m receiving/slight f receiving), voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation (f), mentions of being high, squirting, lip ring hyuck OFC, also big fat cock hyuck agenda, roleplay

word count ⇢ 4.1k

a/n ⇢ i dreamed this or something i swear, also thank u hua my bestie for letting me talk about this as always 🤭🤭

masterlist

you didn’t take uber’s often, usually opting for carpooling with friends or using public transport, but when you did you always got the same driver. he was pretty nice all of the times you met him, not bothering you with talking unless you started the conversation and even handing you candy after the third time you rode with him.

he was really attractive too, at least from the backseat and from his uber profile picture he seemed to update regularly. he had longish dark hair, plush rosy lips with a pretty silver lip ring, and he wore an insane amount of rings that suited him.

you always wondered if he had some sort of other job or if he was just an uber driver. he seemed like someone who would be in a band or work at a grocery store. there was noi-between. you were nosy but never wanted to pry since he was just your always uber driver.

today was different for you though you had left your friends late so you couldn’t take the bus and your friends were high just like you. so you got on your little uber app and waited to see who it was. it would almost be surprising if it wasn’t haechan, but his face popped up on the app and it made you a little giddy.

you could overthink and let your mind wander to why he was always picking you up and somehow always right around the corner but you didn’t. you liked seeing him with decorated fingers gripping the wheel while he played music you had said you liked.

so you bid your friends goodnight and hurried down the stairs to the front of the building. looking left and right to see if his familiar black suv was pulling up. you waited a minute rocking on your heels and shivering slightly when you finally saw him pulling up flipping his lights to get your attention. you scurry over to his car gripping the handle and sliding into the back seat and fixing your hair with your hands before looking up to see him staring back at you.

“hi,” you mumble, scanning his face to see his lip ring glinting in the car light.

“hi, pretty, how are you?” he responds, lips pulling into a slight smile. you don’t remember what ride he started calling you pretty on but it made you want to giggle and kick your feet.

“high and horny,” you blurt, making him throw his head back laughing. you cover your mouth quickly mortified at your confession. “fuck sorry.”

“you’re good, pretty, just don’t make a mess on my seats,” he winked before turning back around to face the front. you throw your head back to hit the headrest while heat floods your body. from both the embarrassment and the heat between your legs and his little comment didn’t help. you squeezed your legs together, the fabric of your dress riding up as you did.

the drive to your place was about 15 minutes and it was going to be complete and total torture but once you got home you could hole up in your room with a hand between your legs and release the pent-up feelings.

you had forgotten how getting high made your panties insanely wet and your body vibrate. but you remembered now staring at haechan who was tapping his ringed fingers on the steering wheel and letting his tongue swipe his lip before tugging on his lip ring with his teeth. you wondered how that would feel against your hot skin. the cool metal against your thighs while his head was between your legs teasing your cunt.

your legs pressed together again and gripped your knee with your hand. you didn’t realize a whimper had slipped out from your throat as your fingers drifted up your knee to raise the hem of your dress and make the skin of your thigh tingle.

you looked out the window hoping something could distract you from the ache between your legs and the hot guy in the front seat. you never felt his eyes floating to you through the rearview mirror, or the way he scanned you, watching the way your leg bounced and your dress rode up your soft thighs.

he could tell you weren’t being funny with your horny comment. you were on the edge of your seat needing to be touched. he wondered what you thought about maybe him touching you, fingers trailing over your skin making you twitch beneath him. now he was working himself up and letting his mind wander. he shook his head concentrating back on the road instead of your panties peeking out as the dress rose even more.

one little touch won’t hurt, right? just something to press against your pulsing core. you side-eye haechan to see him focusing on the road so you let your hand slide further up your leg. using your nondominant hand hopefully to deter you from flicking your wrist like you liked. each touch feels like something deeper and more intimate than normal, the slide of your fingers before they touch the fabric of your panties has your breath hitching.

the panties feel so soft and delicate and so damp and hot practically dripping in your arousal. your chest was almost heaving when you pressed your fingers against your center. you could feel your clit pulsing under your touch but the pressure of your digits wasn’t enough to relieve it.

haechan was still peeking back at you, gawking when your hand slipped between your legs as you leaned your forehead against the car window, your breath fogging the glass. he could feel his jeans growing tighter when you finally rocked your hips ever so slightly. he wanted to watch you, stare at you while you ground against your hand, but he was driving and he had to get you to your destination safely.

once you started moving you couldn’t stop yourself letting your hips do the work bucking perfectly against your fingers. the hot ache between your legs only felt like it was growing. chasing the relief you knew you would get when you just let yourself have it, legs shaking, the mind-numbing orgasm you craved. but you were in the back of haechan’s car so you stopped moving and huff against the window resting your forehead on the cool glass taking some of the heat from you.

taking a minute to breathe, moving your hand far away from between your legs you try to collect yourself. what the fuck were you doing? trying to get off in the back of an uber like a weird porn intro. then your mind started drifting to porn - no. focus. no dirty nasty porn brain.

“you good?” your eyes almost bulge out of your head. had he seen you? did he know you were getting freaky in his back seat?

“yeah just, yeah,” you mumble, still a little brain foggy. you look up to see him staring back at you in the rearview his eyes are darker but still as sweet as ever.

“your temp okay?” you nod knowing he can see you but still mutter a yes as your head lulls on the headrest.

“there’s a lot of traffic tonight, might take longer than normal,” he mentioned and you groan in response making him smirk to himself. it only made you want to cry. you can’t wait much longer you’re already trying to cum in the car and now there’s traffic. a cruel and unusual world to live in.

“it’ll be okay, baby, i’ll get you home safe,” he says, reaching his hand back to pat your knee. you felt like you were on fire from his pet name switching to baby and the skin-to-skin contact. you wanted him to slide his hand higher and touch you where you needed it.

you pout while you whimper mostly to yourself and grip the hem of your dress now suddenly aware of how it lays almost at your hip exposing so much skin. you don’t even recognize your hands lingering, smoothing over the fabric you relax into the feeling. closing your eyes leaning back and your hands move on their own.

it doesn’t even feel like your hands that are pulling your panties to the side letting the cool air hit your heat. your other hand finally making contact and making you sigh at the touch. your fingers swirling around your pulsing clit collecting the slick that's filled your panties. you can already feel yourself getting close, the touch finally providing what you need.

you don’t notice the boy in the driver's seat staring back at you through the mirror watching the way your face twists and mouth falls open as you flick your wrist. he’s almost drooling seeing your cunt glisten as you bring yourself closer. he watches closely but still flicks his eyes back to the road catching your hole flutter and begging to be filled.

he brings his hand to palm his jeans matching your timing, but he wants you. needs to feel you around him while he fills you up. he can only imagine the way you would wrap around him perfectly. but he can't, he really can't, you're his sweet little frequent rider who gives him the best reviews. but also you’re in his back seat cunt dripping onto his leather seats. what’s a man to do?

your hand isn’t enough so your hips start to buck against your fingers slipping and sliding against your clit and your hole. you want to slip your fingers inside and fill yourself but you need to be fast don’t savor the moment just get off.

suddenly you remember you aren’t so alone and you flutter your eyes open and see him staring back. it makes your breath hitch when you make eye contact through the mirror but you’re in too deep to stop. you almost want to go harder with how his dark eyes stare into you unapologetically looking down at your pussy.

“can you pull over,” you almost whimper and he looks back at you expression flipping between dark to concerned. wondering if you’re going to beat him up or if you want more like he does. but he doesn’t hesitate to go down a side road and find a parking lot for some privacy. he can see your fingers still moving in his peripheral vision.

when he finally pulls in and parks you waste no time unbuckling before leaning forward to tug his sweater and attach your lips to his. he doesn’t wait to reciprocate, pressing hungrily into you. his lips are just as soft as they looked at the cool metal of his piercing had your head spinning.

“is this okay?” you pull back breathing heavily and staring up at him.

“so much more than okay,” he responds, smirking over at you, and you smile back tugging his collar and making him scramble out of his seat clumsily crawling into the back with you making you laugh. you tug him to you again gripping the soft knit of his sweater as your lips find him again.

you push him to sit back but follow his lips keeping you attached to him before straddling his lap. the ripped denim covering his leg is pressing against your core and his hands are kneading your hips over your dress, but you want him closer. you grind into him and whimper into his mouth and his tongue chases your lips lapping up at them.

“more,” you whine and his hands grip your hips tighter, rocking you against his leg.

“so needy,” he breathes, sitting back to look at you with heavy eyes. your eyes are closed but you can feel him staring at you and each move you make. you lift the hem of your dress pulling it up to reveal your panties to him and the source of your moans.

he groans leaning forward to kiss your neck as his hands slide over your exposed flesh. fingers grazing under the waist of your panties, snapping them against your skin. his hands keep you from moving against him as fast as you want to and it’s frustrating but his tongue suckles your neck distracting you.

“slow down, pretty, let me make you feel good,” he whispers against your skin before blowing cool air against your neck, making you shiver.

“need more,” you whimper, but his hands slow you down before stopping you with a pout on your face. he smirks up at you before kissing your lips and turning to lay you back against the seat.

he presses against you, his body encompassing you and you feel him all around. one hand holding himself up on the seat and the other gripping your thigh fingers smoothing the skin as his lips desperately meet yours.

his lips mold to yours and you whimper against him opening your mouth to slip your tongue out sliding over his lips. he chases your tongue sucking it into his mouth. the sucking sounds filling his backseat as your saliva mixes and smears against your mouths. and you love it the messy and needy way he kisses you feels so raw and real.

your breathing is heavy in his mouth and so is his. he releases your lips letting his wet mouth roam down your face to your neck licking against the warm skin and your hands comb through his hair clinging to the strands. he's flipping your dress up again gripping higher on your thigh.

“touch me,” you whine, grabbing his wrist and moving it to graze your panties. you hear and feel him groan, vibrating against your neck making you shiver. he doesn’t hesitate to do what you say, gripping your panties and sliding them down before pulling away to fully remove them.

“fuck you’re soaked,” he moans lifting your soiled panties and swirling them around his finger to tease you.

“shut up,” you groan, covering your face with your hands but your lower half is still completely exposed to him.

“stop you’re fucking cute,” he pulls your hands away staring down at you. “can i keep these?” he smirks, nodding to the panties.

“only if you do something in the next 5 seconds,” you whine at him bucking your hips for something. he just coos down at you teasing your neediness, but he touches you, fingers pressing into your thighs dragging closer to your core. you don’t see him toss your panties into the front seat.

“you’re so fucking needy. can’t believe you were getting off in my backseat.” you mewl at his words you can’t deny it. “so fucking wet.” he whispers fingers touching your cunt and making you twitch. his fingers slide over you collecting the juices dripping out of you before bringing his fingers up in front of his face scissoring them curiously staring at the slick clinging to his digits and it only makes u more embarrassed.

“what’s got you shy? you weren’t shy earlier with your hand down your panties.” he teases before swirling his tongue around his fingers staring right at you while he does it. you try to avoid his eye contact as he tastes you on his digits.

“hmm? what is it, pretty?” you shake your head as he leans closer to you licking at your lips while his spit-covered fingers slip between you and find your core again. your mouth falls open when he uses a finger to fill you up. he watches you intently the way you try to close your mouth and bite your lip but he stops you licking over your mouth distracting you.

“don’t be quiet. let me hear you.” you nod harshly in response, moaning when his finger curls inside of you. you want more, you need more.

“more haechan, please,” you plead looking up at him and bucking your hips against him.

“huh? can't hear you.” you want to roll your eyes but you want him to fill you up more.

“more need more of you please.” you croak louder this time and he doesn’t waste time adding another finger making your legs tremble when his digits immediately curl inside of you. he leans back between your legs watching the way your cunt swallows his fingers. his hand that was holding him up is pressing your thigh backward showing you to him completely.

“so fucking pretty, take it so well yeah?” he coos staring down at you watching the way your mouth is open and fingers slide over your lips. his fingers are moving skillfully inside of you and his thumb swirls over your clit.

“is good. so good,” you manage breath caught in your throat you haven’t felt so good in so long. the pleasure taking over and swirling in your stomach tightening with each thrust.

“yeah, pretty? gonna cum huh?” his words make you cry so close to the edge. “tell me.”

“so close.” you whimper, grabbing his sleeve and tugging him to you. he’s sucking your neck instantly, keeping his hand thrusting into you.

“cum, pretty girl,” he says, and you can’t stop letting the knot in your stomach release as you do. arching into him as he works you through it, releasing on his hand and the seat beneath you. your legs close around him but he doesn’t stop until you're pulling on the hair at his nape.

he pulls away looking down between you dipping his fingers into the mess you made.

“you’re a squirter? cute,” you shake your head and want to melt into the seat. since when are you a squirter? “liar, you made such a mess.” he teases before leaning down to lick over your cunt.

“nuhuh, so much,” you whine, pushing his head away but he just smirks up at you, swirling his tongue lower to collect you on his tongue.

“you just taste so fucking good.”

“wanna taste you,” you say boldly leaning up and catching him off guard. your hands find their way to his belt fiddling with the leather.

“want to be inside you.” he counters, staring back at you gripping your wrist.

“please just-“ he cuts you off with a kiss and releases your wrist letting you unbuckle his belt and quickly tug his zipper. his lips are distracting you but you try to push him backwards to give you room to settle between his legs.

you take his clothed length in your hands and leave wet opened mouth kisses while looking at him to see his reactions. he’s staring down at you, one hand laying over his stomach and the other resting on his thigh. you sit back on your heels pulling his waistband down to let his cock slap against his stomach.

you don’t waste time leaning back down to take him in your mouth. he’s hot and heavy on your tongue and it makes you squeeze your legs together at the idea of him inside of you. you swirl your tongue and take the rest of him in your hands pumping his length.

“so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he whispers, fingers pushing your hair out of your face mainly to see your eyes while you swallow around him. you push your head down to take even more of him hearing him groan and his fingers curl into your scalp.

“take me so well,” he moans, legs shaking beside your head when you moan around him. you want him to fuck your face but you decide not to ask maybe that’s too much for the back seat with your uber driver.

“fuck fuck fuck,” he says trying to push you off of him. you release him with a pop smiling up at him spit sliding down your chin.

“what?” you giggle at him using the back of your hand to swipe at the saliva.

“you’re a fucking minx,” he grins back before dragging you to him to kiss you again. he brings you close to him pulling you onto his lap you whine when you feel his cock against your folds.

“do you have protection?” he asks looking over at you.

“i’m clean but i have some,” you lean back, grabbing your long-forgotten bag.

“i’m clean too but,” he trails off when you lift the packet and tear it open. hurriedly you take it out and slide it down his length making him sigh.

“just fuck my brains out please,” you look at him with doe eyes before kissing him and lifting over his length before pressing it to your hole. you moan in unison as you sink down onto him, filling you up.

“so fucking tight,” he groans as his fingers dig into the skin of your hips. you’re speechless you feel so full and overwhelmed you can barely move just have him inside of you.

“you good?” he asks, grabbing your cheeks to look at him and you nod. “tell me.” he doesn’t demand this time asking softly for you to tell him how you feel.

“so good i can’t think. ‘m so full,” you whimper, falling into his chest and you can almost tell he’s smiling when he soothes over your back and coos at you.

“poor baby,” he coos, thrusting into you. “too much?” you whine and he bucks again. “can't take my fat cock can you?” you shake your head and he thrusts with each word punctuating it.

“ha- chan,” you mewl, lips pressing into his neck. he reaches around you holding you up as he lays you back again. his hair falls in his face as he leans over you thrusting into you deeply. he keeps his pace slow but steady, not letting you miss a single drag of his cock inside of you.

he kisses the side of your open mouth before sitting up between you moving his hands to press your thighs against your chest. he stared down at the way your cunt swallows his length with each thrust completely sucking him in.

“take me so fucking well,” he groans and you feel tears slipping down your face. “letting your little uber driver fuck you such a dirty whore.”

“hyuck,” you whine, slipping from the space.

“who?” he stops his movements staring down at you. you can see he’s trying not to break but his teasing eyes almost give him away.

“haechan, harder,” you whisper, he grins at you following your instructions. deepening each stroke and pushing you into the seat.

“like that, baby?” you nod sloppily and feel the familiar feeling coming back, the sweet release so close you can almost taste it. haechan notices bringing his finger to swirl around your clit.

“pretty baby, gonna cum on my cock?” he moans looking down at you.

“so close,” you whimper back, gripping his arm tighter. he moves his arm from your grasp to lock your fingers together as he plunges into you.

“gonna let your uber driver fuck you and have you a dirty mess in his backseat, huh? little slutty thing just fucking anyone.” his filthy words are all it takes to have you clenching tightly around him mumbling incoherently as you cum. he groans at the way your pussy squeezes around him and grips him so tight.

“cum on me,” you whisper to him, head still full of pleasure but you know he’s close to his own.

“so nasty.” he groans, his hand still holding yours and the other still grips your thigh, bruising the supple flesh. you slip your hand between you pulling the condom off in one motion just as he releases, coating your messy cunt with hot white cum. “fuck.”

he slides his cock against your cunt smearing his cum and letting it mix with yours as you both catch your breath. you look down between your legs watching him grinding his cock against your clit seeing the mess you’d made.

“you’re such a freak.” he chuckles looking up at you, catching you staring.

“shut up,” you whine trying to cover your face again but he doesn’t let you. gripping your wrists and kissing you tenderly.

“we gotta divulge in your little kinks more often baby. you’re so filthy.” you want to look away because it feels like he’s staring through you.

“you’re still my uber driver, remember?” you tease him.

“oh sorry miss, we’re definitely going to have a late arrival.”

“hyuck,” you whine trying to push him away.

“you slipped with that earlier baby, so cute.” he teases again, reaching over to the glove box to grab some napkins.

“it’s hard not calling you that. you’re my hyuck,” you pout at him.

“i know and you’re my filthy slutty whorish girlfriend,” he grins mischievously, but still diligently cleaning you both up.

“and so are you.”

“i’m keeping the panties by the way.”

“like you haven’t already stolen 10 other pairs.” you roll your eyes playfully.

“it’s because i’m disgustingly obsessed with you.”

©️ tddyhyck

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"MOTHER SAY SON, SHE SAY SON. YOU CAN'T LOSE, WITH THE STUFF YOU USE. ABBA ZABBA GO-ZOOM."

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on one of the biggest missed opportunities in '60s rock, but through no fault of the band at hand -- "Abba Zaba" could very well have been to CAPTAIN BEEFHEART AND THE MAGIC BAND's 1967 debut album. But, alas, the squares at the time shot the idea down.

OVERVIEW: "ABBA ZABA"? THE LP? "The album's working title was "Abba Zaba", after the American candy bar of Cardinet Candy Co., in a yellow/black checkered wrapper. However, the company vetoed use of the name and a title that was as "Safe as Milk" was used. The black and yellow checkerboard pattern on the album's back sleeve, designed by Tom Wilkes, is a relic of this idea — echoing the black and yellow colors of the candy bar wrapper."

-- DISCOGS/WIKIPEDIA

Sources: www.flickr.com/photos/khiltscher/32222108898 & Wikipedia.