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simdertalia · 8 months ago

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🎵 ACNH Music Stuff Set - Part 1 🎵

My lovely patrons wanted to have this set split into 2 parts so that some of it could be posted today, so here it is!

Sims 4, base game compatible (Piano is functional & requires City Living, as it uses the keyboard as its base). 48 items 💗

Always suggested: bb.objects ON, it makes placing items much easier. For further placement tweaking, check out the TOOL mod.

Type “acnh music" into the search query in build mode to find quickly. You can always find items like this, just begin typing the title and it will appear.

As always, please let me know if you have any issues!

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fuzzkaizer · 4 months ago

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Squawking Owl

"In the 70s before multi effect pedals were born, and before I ever saw a pedal board, I built the Squawking Owl. Had a homemade power supply and Guitar Sound Intensifier homemade (as it was named in a Popular Electronics magazine), along with Electro Harmonix V1 Big Muff Pi, V1 Small Stone Phase Shifter, V2 Electric Mistress Flanger, V1 Octave Miltiplexer, with some custom switching for the fuzz and the order of phase before/after fuzz, a switch for my 60s Echoplex for on/off. Homemade wooden case and a vacuum cleaner cord for power. That along with a Morley power wah/volume was all I needed for most of my live playing days."

s.more pete-cornish-style-pedals

cred: facebook.com/Jeff Cranston

#combo pedal #cornish style #pete cornish style #owl

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iheardyoulooking · 1 year ago

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#music memes #guitar pedals #pedal boards

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captain-hawks · 6 months ago

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Happy spicy, sweaty sleepover!

I just know you’ll write something so, so delightful for band!AU Jean with a broken AC. Like, I know know it.

💋mojogojocasahouse

jean kirstein x f!reader

c: 18+ only, exes to lovers speed run, band!au jean, masturbation, fingering, oral sex, anal fingering, squirting, unprotected p in v, creampie

SPICY SLEEPOVER WEEKEND — HEAT WAVE EDITION

There has to be correlation, somewhere, between one’s innate penchant for masochism and the subsequently awful, irresponsible, downright terrible decision to call one’s ex-boyfriend to help fix a busted appliance.

But alas, here you are, sweating to death in the midst of the worst heat wave the city’s seen in years with no qualified, local repairman available any time in the foreseeable future—because clearly your broken air conditioner is somehow considered fucking trendy right now.

The thing is, it’s not the first time the machine has let out an ominous death rattle before the motor inside fell into an ominous silence. It’s not even the second time it’s happened, or the third.

But every other goddamn time it did, Jean still lived here in your shared apartment. And his deft fingers, paired with years of tinkering with guitars, amps, speakers, and pedal boards, somehow led him to find the fix time and time again.

It’s been three months since your messy breakup, three months of deafening silence and empty space in your one-bedroom apartment. He’s been living with Eren and Conny, though half of his clothes are still strewn about in your closet—until he finds his own place.

You have half a mind to drag the pile out shirts out and toss them at him one by one, if only to cover up the torturous sight you’ve been subjected to for the better part of an hour.

Jean Kirstein, for all intents and purposes, is an attractive man. And you were prepared for it, the slight inconvenience of the sight of his soft brown hair, sharp jaw, intense eyes, and tall form standing in the hallway when you opened the front door.

But Jean Kirstein standing in the middle of your living room, muttering a string of expletives under his breath as he swiftly bats a hand against the temperamental air conditioner before standing up straight to peel off his soaked t-shirt? The reminder of the way the tattoos covering his arms and chest and back look when they’re coated in a slick sheen of sweat? The ripple of his muscles as he twists a wrench?

That’s another fucking problem entirely.

“You don’t look too hot.”

Jean’s voice spears through your thoughts, and you look up from where your hands are folded in your lap to see him standing in front of you in the kitchen. Seated atop the kitchen counter if only for the relief of the cool marble beneath you, one of your idly swinging feet nudges his knee.

His voice is a bit rough, and you can only assume that he came right to your apartment from band practice.

(You try not to think too hard about how he knows exactly what that voice does to you—the way you barely made it past the entryway most times coming home after his shows, your skirt shoved up as he fucked you up against the wall beside the coat rack.)

(The way he’d call you late at night while he was away on tour, his voice a low rasp as you hung on to his every word and touched yourself for him.)

“I’m very hot, actually,” you reply with a raised brow, though you’re well aware you probably do look like an overheated, exhausted mess—you’ve hardly gotten any sleep all week, even with a fan right beside your bed.

Jean steps closer and leans in, standing between your spread legs, and your heart feels like its lodged in your throat as he holds your gaze. Slowly, he brings his hand up to rest against the side of your neck, fingers easing their way against your damp skin one by one in a way that makes your breath catch.

“You should take a cool shower,” he suggests, his thumb ghosting over the front of your throat before he swiftly steps back and walks away, heading back into the living room.

Fingers clasping the edge of the countertop, you inhale sharply.

Admittedly, Jean was right about the shower—you feel a bit more steady on your feet as the water washes over your face and trickles down your naked body, washing away the uncomfortable, sticky layer of sweat.

Maybe it’s a little misguided, the way you let your thoughts get away from you as you glance down at your soapy tits, remembering how much Jean used to love how sensitive they are. How he’d groan and curse over the way you’d writhe when he toyed with your pebbled nipples, the way you’d whimper and moan as he sucked on them.

Running your hands over the swell of your breasts, you sigh, letting your back rest against the cool tiles as you stroke and tease the tender buds until they’re rock hard beneath your touch. You grope and caress yourself, imagining that it’s Jean in the shower with you.

You're tempted to make a mad dash for your room, to lock the door and stuff the fat dildo in your bedside table into your wet cunt, to quickly fuck yourself on it until you’re sated enough to face the shirtless man in your living room without being distracted by stray thoughts of laving your tongue against the hollow of his throat.

It’s a half-baked plan seasoned with nothing but the delirious power of your lust-driven thoughts.

It's stupid.

It’s reckless.

And it almost fucking works, almost, until Jean suddenly comes barging into the bedroom in the middle of you face down on the bed, frantically humping the dildo like your life depends on it, the slick silicone lubricated on nothing but your gushing arousal.

Jean stops dead in his tracks and stares at you, speechless for what may very well be the first time in his life.

You stare back at him, shaken from your stupor only when the dildo suddenly slides out of your pussy with a lewd popping sound.

“Jean, what the fuck are you doing?” you ask, some part of you almost proud of how steady your voice comes out.

He blinks several times. “I needed a new shirt,” he gestures toward the door, “and the bathroom door is shut, I thought you were still in there.”

You blink back at him, all too aware of the filthy, slick arousal dripping down the inside of your thighs. “Oh.”

He glances up at the ceiling for a moment, toward the closet, and then back to you. “Do you…” he trails off.

“Do I…”

“—need a hand?”

You could probably blame it on the heat, the way you almost robotically nod. The way you hardly bat an eye when Jean climbs up on the bed behind you.

It’s surely a symptom of heat exhaustion, perching on all fours atop your mattress as your ex-boyfriend presses a hand into the small of your back while he thrusts a dildo in and out of your sopping wet cunt.

That stupid fucking air conditioner is definitely, absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt to blame for what happens next—when you flip over onto your back and spread your legs wide, gazing up at Jean’s lust-blown pupils as he continues to fuck you with the toy.

Your breakup was so goddamn stupid and petty and shortsighted—and you were both too stubborn to admit it in the aftermath.

“Please let me eat you out,” Jean exhales, dragging a hand through his messy brown hair to push it out of his face.

You nod, fervently, though you’re still tempted to drag his hips flush against yours, to tell him how badly you need to be fucked instead.

But when he laps a broad, firm stroke through your slick, creamy folds with his dexterous tongue, your mind goes blank in a haze of pleasure.

Jean has always been far too good at this.

He alternates between lapping at your slit and licking his way into your tight entrance, and sucking on your clit as he plunges two long digits in and out of your wet hole, one hand splayed across your abdomen to hold you down as you whimper and buck your hips.

“You taste so good,” Jean groans, his own hips jerking into the mattress as you gasp, your entire body arching up off of the bed when one of his slick fingers slides beneath you and begins to stroke the rim of your ass.

He eases your other tight hole open, saliva and your sticky arousal running down his chin as he messily fucks your cunt with his tongue.

“Jean,” you gasp when he finally sinks a finger deep in your ass, your gut engulfed in a wave of white-hot pleasure.

“Come for me, baby,” he murmurs, tongue tracing firm circles against your clit while he curls his fingers and strokes the spongy, sensitive wall atop your tight channel.

You come with a shout as the coil of pleasure inside of you snaps, clear liquid spraying from your cunt as you tremble and shake and gush all over Jean’s fingers and face.

“Holy shit,” Jean groans, hips rocking even harder into the bed—it always did drive him out of his mind when you squirted.

As you come down from your orgasm, Jean leans back into a sitting position, unzipping his pants and letting his throbbing, hard cock spring free from the confines of his boxers. He crudely spits into the palm of his hand, groaning your name as he tosses his head back and begins to fuck his fist, spreading the precum leaking from his tip with his thumb.

You don’t think twice about the way you scramble forward and climb into his lap, nudging away his hand and wrapping your fingers around his length.

Waiting a beat, you meet his gaze, somehow still not entirely sure if he actually wants to fuck you.

Jean chokes out a laugh, reading the uncertainty in your eyes and reaching up to cup the side of your face before he leans in to rest his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, words he stubbornly couldn’t bring himself to say months ago.

“I’m sorry, too,” you murmur, and you mean it.

And then all it takes is the familiar grip of his hands on your hips to guide you down onto his cock, your cunt rapidly pulsing and contracting at the searing, intoxicating stretch, and both of you moan in unison.

Jean kisses you hard, his mouth engulfing yours and swallowing down the gasping, whimpering sounds you make as he fucks up into you, bullying his cock as deep as your greedy, needy pussy will take.

“I fucking missed you so much,” he rasps, catching your bottom lip between his teeth, one hand reaching up to grasp your tits.

It’s so goddamn hot in your bedroom, and it’s downright filthy, the slick slide of Jean’s sweat-soaked skin against yours, the way his hair is damp with it, the salt you taste on your tongue as you press hot, open-mouthed kisses against the tattoo that wraps around the side of his neck.

It’s hot and filthy and sweaty and you’re not sure if you’ve ever been so turned on in your life, so ridiculously wet, each plunge of Jean’s cock punctuated by the lewd squelch of your soaked pussy.

“Jean—” you whine, dizzy with desperation and need.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, cradling your body as he switches your position, laying you down flat on your back as he continues to thrust in and out of you.

And maybe it’s the way he begins to toy with your clit again.

Maybe it’s the sight of the creamy ring of your arousal coating the base of his cock.

Maybe it’s the look in his eyes as he stares down at you beneath him.

—either way, you’re helpless to do anything but cry out and moan as another orgasm breaks through the heady dam of pleasure flowing inside of you, your vision nearly going black as he fucks you through it.

And you can tell he’s close, too, you can feel it in the way his thrusts suddenly grow sloppy, the way his breathing goes ragged.

“Inside,” you breathe out.

Jean’s answering groan is absolutely wrecked as he slams his cock in you to the hilt, spilling rope after rope of thick, hot cum in your fucked out cunt until it’s overflowing and dripping onto the sheets below.

When he eventually collapses beside you on the bed, you’re not sure if it’s intentional—the fact that he ends up on the side that was always his.

But you don’t question it, not now.

Not later when the morning sun is peeking through the blinds and he’s snoring softly beside you.

Not even when you wake again to the sound of the air conditioner sputtering to life in the living room, the mattress dipping beside you as Jean pulls back the sheet and tugs you back against his chest.

#jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschstein #jean kirschstein x reader #attack on titan #dee writes #spicy sleepover weekend #band!au jean #rambling: j. kirstein

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anystalker707 · 2 years ago

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Let me help you

Pairing: Gerard x [gender neutral] Reader Word count: ~ 3 400 Genre: Smut / Comfort Summary: Gerard finds comfort in you, for some reason. No one more than a last-minute stage manager.

Requested by anon "Gerard comfort sex x reader?? Where he’s sad/insecure and gets comforted by very loving (...)"

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You weren't part of the band nor someone that'd been around for longer than Mikey’s new bass, only a last-moment stage manager Brian had fixed for that leg of the tour, so it was an easy valve of escape for Gerard. It was easy to tell you stuff knowing you wouldn’t do a lot more than warm smiles and hearty comments carefully made since you didn’t know how far to go due to the lack of proximity. He was able to talk to you without receiving a merciless lecture like Ray’s nor did you give it much attention when he came around in an absolutely deplorable state.

If it was pity or anything else, Gerard didn’t know, but it didn’t matter either; he was content enough with the occasional cuddling or how you’d ruffle his hair when he was sitting on the couch and you passed by. You’d talk to him a lot when he was sober, so it was sort of a motivation for him to keep himself sane for a little longer even with this itching under his skin.

That day, Mikey and Ray had spent a long time lecturing Gerard during the day—thankfully away from you, after the concert—because his drunk inconsequence had not just himself but the whole band in risk with the beer carelessly left near the pedal board, aside from what he’d spilled on Frank’s guitar and never warned anyone about. Why were they so annoying with him? He didn’t tell anyone exactly to avoid that; a little beer on the guitar wouldn’t kill anyone with a small shock, would it?

Gerard had already sobered up a little by the time they needed to head back to their hotel rooms—unable to do anything when practically forced by Ray, Mikey, Frank and Brian to stay back and help put things back, and he couldn’t help but to do as said since you were there helping as well yet again. He stood outside the hotel thinking, his gaze averting between the hotel and the way the guys from the opening band had gone to have fun. The idea that he would calm down the itch under his skin, that urge he had within himself, was really nice, but he would be all gross afterwards all over again, need to hear it from Ray all over again, and feel like the worst person on the universe when seeing you shift and try not to look at him too much.

There wasn’t a lot of thought when Gerard stepped back into the hotel and didn’t even bother to wait for the elevator, just climbing the stairs. He didn’t know when the last time had been, but he took a shower tonight, making sure he was presentable enough so you would maybe feel proud of him when he stood outside your door. It took him a couple of minutes with his thoughts, thinking and rethinking even if messily, then he finally knocked.

“Gerard!” You smiled warmly once opening the door, eyeing him from head to feet discreetly. “Do you need anything?”

His breath caught in his throat at the same time his eyes fell to the ground. “I...” How would he say it without being too direct? Convince you? Fuck it. “Um, can we hang out? Can I come in?”

You raised an eyebrow and paused, glancing back at your room for a quick check before you nodded and stepped aside. “So, what’s up, hm?” The door was closed behind both of you with a soft click.

“Um, I just wanted to hang out. I don’t want to be alone,” Gerard mumbled, standing there fumbling with his thumbs until you took some of the stuff on the bed away and motioned for him to sit down. “The guys are off to their own things and I... I don’t want to go to a bar or anything tonight.” He scratched the back of his head—immediately taking his hand away when he remembered his hair was still wet from the shower—, waiting for your answer as someone waits for a bomb to go off.

“I see.” You stood in the corner, fumbling with your phone and the charger until it was charging and you moved to sit down next to him. “I mean, I got nothing else to do as well so it’s fine. Do you want to talk about it, or...”

Gerard looked down at the carpet of the hotel. Wow, it had a carpet, and a good one. Revenge’s success was really doing things to them. “Well,” he mumbled, voice sounding louder than it should in that room, “I would like to apologize, y’know? Sometimes I’m all gross and stuff, and I keep pushing myself on other people. I don’t like being like this, I can’t help. Well, I know that just saying ‘I can’t help’ isn’t a fair excuse and it’s not going to change things, but it’s also so hard—”

“Hey, hey, it’s fine,” you interrupted once he started running out of air, your hand landing on his shoulder comfortingly. “I mean, we have our ups and downs, highs and lows, and it’s good that you’re aware of what’s going on and you’re trying to change. Focus on living each day at once first. Get better then make it up for everyone.”

Gerard didn’t know how to react. There was something about you since you came around that always had him going weak, growing infatuated. He didn’t want to be that mess of a person for you. He swallowed as he slowly turned to look at you; it felt like his cheeks were on fire and his heartbeat could be heard in the whole room.

“Gee, are you okay?” You frowned at the prolonged silence. “Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry if I did.”

No! No way you’d said something wrong—it was actually wise and he’d keep those words in his mind, but right now, all that talk felt useless. Gerard couldn’t keep his eyes off his lips for too long and he was afraid it would be weird.

“I like you a lot,” he mumbled almost involuntarily and hoped he would just disappear at the moment your gaze softened; your lips curled into yet another smile. “Sorry, I—”

“Can I kiss you?”

A ringing sound filled his ears as Gerard’s eyes averted to you, but all he could do was breathe an ‘eh?’, trying to identify whether he was going crazy or not. Maybe the lack of using anything had him going crazy.

You shrugged a little, a smile still lingering on your face as you scooted closer to Gerard, your touch feeling like fire when you cupped his cheek. “I like you a lot too,” you mumbled, always careful—you couldn’t afford what you’d seen as signals being instead just Gerard being nice to you. “Let me show you how much?” Your eyes averted to his lips in a wordless encouragement.

Gerard opened his mouth and closed it a couple of times, his thoughts not nearly organized enough for him to voice them. “I... Yes, please.”

Despite being breathed as softly as possible, Gerard’s words reached your ears, and it was just a matter of seconds before the distance between the two of you started to dissipate. At first, it was just your lips grazing his, experimental, then you finally locked your lips properly in a way he couldn’t help but to hum. The tension that gripped onto his shoulders slowly wore out into something softer, gentler, that had him leaning in to deepen the kiss and have more of your touch, more of you, which you gladly gave.

A shiver ran down Gerard’s spine with how you caressed his cheek before holding onto the back of his head, leaning his head a little so you could deepen the kiss. Just that alone made him go weak, in a way he would’ve fallen if he weren’t sitting already in the first place. The kiss was over once your lungs protested for oxygen, but there were just seconds before Gerard pulled you close again by your shoulders. This time, the kisses were slow this time, open mouthed and with little tugs.

Gerard’s lips were bright red when you pulled away truly, his eyes wide, but not lost like earlier, instead warm and carrying another feeling in those dilated pupils. That was a nice sight. He cleaned his throat and wet his lips, not knowing where to look.

“Was that okay?” You questioned softly, caressing the side of his neck.

“Very,” Gerard whispered in response, but it sounded like there was something missing—not words, just something—, but it was easy to solve this with another kiss. This time, he was the one leaning in and connecting your lips in a slow kiss he used to nibble on your bottom lip. Whether it was to attempt dominance or not, it wasn’t exactly clear, but it still didn’t stop you from taking his bottom lips between your teeth instead, leaning closer on reflex.

The red color that took over Gerard’s face was brighter than earlier, going down to his neck and probably to his chest. He blinked a couple of times before he placed a hand on your chest with a gulp. “Sorry.”

“For what?”

Gerard shrugged a little, pressing his lips together. “I— Dealing with me, in general! It must be inconvenient and all, and you don’t need to do this! I’m not completely powerless over my actions, you don’t need to feel pity—”

You paused, trying to fit into his perspective, but all you did was to scoff. You could go deep into it, try to convince otherwise, but you could only scoff as you shook your head. “I— Gerard, better not think about it right now, like...” It was hard to find the words that described what you wanted to say without prolonging it a lot. “A thing is not a burden if you decide to deal with it. In this case, a person. So just... let it go.”

Whatever he thought, it wasn’t very clear—Gerard furrowed his eyebrows and his fingers twitched as his eyes fell to the ground. He then nodded, sighing, mumbling apologies until he caught himself and pressed his lips shut as he shook his head. Words died at his tongue despite how he opened and closed his mouth in useless attempts of saying something then decided to just press his lips against yours this time. The pressure on your chest had you lying back down, against the bed slowly, but it was just a matter of time until the positions were swatched and you straddled Gerard’s thighs.

Hands tugged you closer, holding onto the back of your head and onto your shirt so you’d be pressed to Gerard. As much as you wanted to give in to it, this feeling kept hammering in your chest until you pulled away.

“If you keep pushing me like this, I’ll just—”

“Do it,” Gerard mumbled against your lips in response, “I don’t care. I like you.”

Gerard seemed and smelled sober, his lips didn’t taste as anything aside from the far hint of toothpaste and the almost permanent notes of cigarettes in the background, so you didn’t hesitate and just let your lips travel down his neck, leaving behind kisses and nibbles on the soft skin that snatched such soft pretty sounds from him.

“You’re so pretty, Gerard...” Your words were whispered against his skin softly, making it rise under your touch. He grumbled something in response, but you couldn’t quite identify it, instead just letting your fingers peek under the hem of his shirt until he started tugging it up by himself and it was discarded to the ground of the room.

A small smile sketched on your face before you could let your lips wander down to Gerard’s chest and adjust your position on your lap, already feeling something against the inside of your thigh according to how you shifted. It was easy to feel this want also rising inside you seeing how he wanted you just the same.

You only pulled away so your shirt could also be discarded, thrown to the ground with the same care as Gerard’s, followed by your bra, all for you to come to a pause. Your legs still hung uncomfortably from the bed, hence you needed to move away for a moment, allowing him to kick away his shoes and socks before moving further up the bed to make himself comfortable among the pillows.

“Can I?” You asked with your fingers hooked around the waistband of his sweatpants.

A quiet and small ‘yes’ came in response before you could start pulling it down, only really taking your time to undress him when it came to his boxers. Soft sounds came from him when your lips traced the skin right above the waistband at the same proportion his breath became heavier. Your thumbs sunk into his hips to rub circles into it and his legs twitched around you, tensing up completely once your mouth pressed to the bulge in his underwear, nuzzling his crotch until he gasped and threw his hips up against your face.

Gerard had his eyes shut when you looked at him again, blushing all the way down to his chest, though his calmness only lasted until he came back to reality and he almost curled up into himself out of reflex.

“I—”

“You’re so pretty, y’know?” You commented as if it were random; it was a futile attempt to take the pressure away, but worth a try. He couldn’t react, only blushing profusely as you pressed more kisses to his chest and down his torso as you pried his arms away from around his torso.

The sharp and uncertain atmosphere that the room had so far slowly melted into something more comfortable and thick that completely took over when all of your clothes were now tossed to the ground. Gerard sat against the headboard as you straddled his thighs, guiding his hands to your hips without breaking the kiss as you ground your hips against his.

It was a little mindless at first, messy movements that only snatched a proper moan from both of you once his cock slipped between your folds, coating with your wetness and running against your clit just right. You couldn’t help but repeat the motion, moaning against Gerard’s lips as your fingers tightened around his shoulders; not more than his hands tightened around your hips, nails sinking into the skin and leaving crescent marks.

“P—Please,” Gerard mumbled breathlessly. Hard to refuse.

“Okay,” you answered just as loud, brushing your nose against his softly and enjoying him for just a little longer before you could get up and rummage through your stuff until you found a condom, thanking yourself for never taking it off your bag in the first place. You ripped the wrapper yourself, making sure to receive at least a little nod from Gerard before you could help him out with the condom—he gasped quietly, hips shifting while you ran your hand up and down his cock. “Is this alright?”

“Yes.” Gerard nodded with a hum, running his tongue between his lips. “Don’t you need to prepare...”

“No, no, it’s fine.” You shook your head and pressed a soft kiss to his lips to soothe his worries before you could finally do it, letting his cock run between your folds and then press it to your entrance, holding it in place until it was about halfway in.

Despite the initial usual weird feeling of a new intrusion, the burning of the way you stretched around Gerard could easily send chills up your spine, allowing the arousal to start pooling in your lower stomach as your thighs quivered. Gerard moaned into the kiss, never stopping to hold onto you ever since you moved back onto his lap.

“Fuck,” you cursed longly through a hiss, finally allowing yourself to let your weight down onto his lap and the sensation had you take a moment from the kiss, breathing heavily and holding him tighting. Whatever he mumbled under his breath, you couldn’t make it out, but it didn’t feel like it mattered, though, so you just cupped his neck to bring him for a kiss as you shifted your lips.

Gerard, however, broke the kiss himself this time, pressing kisses down your neck and then reaching your chest. A couple marks were left behind before he could actually start mouthing at your breasts, earning himself praises he would bask on while you ran your fingers through his hair, somethings tugging onto the strands a little to pull him closer.

His tongue was warm, leaving behind a trail of saliva that, when hit by the cold air, made you shiver and shift more under his touch, and it didn’t take long for you to start moving your hips and fuck yourself with his cock, letting him work his lips around your nipple while his opposite hand fondled your opposide breast.

Gerard’s name left your lips in an obscene tone that cut through the heavy silence of the room, mixed with the loud panting and sound of skin against skin that just contributed to the intense atmosphere.

“Yeah,” you breathed mindlessly when the right shift of your hips matched how his teeth ran against your nipple. It was so fucking good, but still needed you taking a pause to adjust your position and roll your hips properly, reaching all the nice spots easier and giving Gerard more space to pamper your chest.

“You feel...” Gerard groaned, voice still shy. “You feel so good.” His eyes never met yours, not only because they were busy with your body instead, though also because of his shyness.

You sought a sensation each time better, and Gerard seemed willing to give you the best he could, one hand strong around your thigh and the other accompanying his mouth on your breasts until he took a pause and his hand slipped between the two of you instead. Maybe he was uncertain, letting his touch linger hesitantly, but then his thumb was pressed to your clit and your movements faltered.

“Gerard,” you gasped at the feeling, pulling him closer; given how pale he was, it wouldn’t be a surprise if his back ended up all marked after that, already littered with bright red lines that followed your nails.

It was a burst of confidence that had Gerard changing positions as gently as possible so you had your back against the mattress and him on top of you, thankfully giving a break for your thighs that you didn’t know you needed until now. A string of louder moans escaped your lips with the new angles and how his fingers ran against your clit, gaining speed with the ‘harder, Gee’ encouragements that spilled from your lips until he obliged. His face has been buried in your chest until the way you tugged the hair on the back of his hair made him focus on your breasts again.

“Jus’...” You mumbled, arching your back. “Jus’ a little more...” The works practically ran into one another, slurred to the same proportion your mind felt fuzzy with the pleasure that just intensified with the far sensation that only grew closer with every movement. “Fuck,” you groaned, arching your back again and holding him tighter until the knot in your lower stomach grew tighter, to a proportion the pleasure spreaded through your body in a nice tingling sensation before going down to your core at once in a way your toes curled, slowly dissipating and being ridden through with his fingers still playing with you until all that lasted behind was a throbbing sensation.

Gerard gasped with it, the way you reached your climax having his thrusts faltering until they grew longer and harder, at the same time his breath was caught in his throat, and it was just a matter of time until he laid down on top of you.

The few moments you spent holding onto each other and trying to catch your breath were just mere minutes that felt like forever before Gerard pulled himself away, getting rid of the condom before he collapsed on the mattress this time. You were next to him before he could notice, pressed to his side and up on an elbow while you cupped his face to cover it in kisses, nuzzling him and kissing his lips at last.

“Thank you, sugar,” you mumbled to his shy form, receiving a small smile in response as he leaned in for another kiss.

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