#this is so fucking hot i'm losing my mind

[soobirii]

His chair pt.2

Part 1 is on my page :D

Gamer!Jake x Afab!Reader

Genre: SMUT?!?!?

Warnings: dry humping, swearing, unprotected penterating (wrap before the tap) grinding, pet names (baby and stuff) minors DNI!! Lemme know if I missed anything

💌:CHAT, I DIDN'T KNOW THAT THIS WOULD TURN INTO SMUT, GIRL WHAT, if yall want a part without smut I will serve, but this isn't that good still, I've literally never.. Never written smut before so this is scary but anyways here's your part 2 :))

Not proof read*

Part 2:

you felt like you were melting under his touch.... And his gaze as he stared at you. But then he moves, again. He shift uncomfortablely beneath you, and when you try and lift off of him, he protested and insisted you stay "no baby, stay, it's fine... I-I'm fine" he lightly lifted him hip up to meet with yours, then slowly lowered them again. your whole body was warm, almost hot, and you could feel something building inside of you. Your legs start to move involuntarily as you were straddling him, you felt your head feel fuzzy, you felt your eyes focus on his face even more and your lips part in silent moans. He continued to move, slowly, softly pressing his tongue against your lips, asking you for permission. You nodded slowly in response. His lips met with yours, gently at first, but quickly became firmer. You felt your legs tighten around him, and you felt his hips buck up and grind up on you , making you gasp, and you heard Jake mumble "baby...you feeling it...too?" You just hummed, a breathy sound coming from you lips. His hands had left their place against your sides to now cup your butt, lifting you slightly and causing you to squirm against his hardness, his breathing heavier and deeper, your head was spinning and you weren't sure if that was normal or not. He kissed you deeply yet slowly, as if it was taking everything he had left not to speed up. You felt his hips rock against you with a new passion and he moaned loudly, "please...Y/N." He pleaded and you whimpered as you pulled away, still looking into each others eyes. You couldn't control the feeling that was coursing through your body, or the sound that escaped your lips, you couldn't take your eyes off of him. You felt like your entire world had slowed down, except for what he was doing to you. The sounds that you made, the noises you made only fueled his fire and caused him to thrust harder and faster. As he continued bucking up and dry humping you, he kept his hands tight on your hips, and he became rougher , the sound of him moaning in pleasure made your own throat dry up as you tried to fight back moans of your own. Your body was shaking, trembling, as the sensations overtook you "Jake...huhhh" your mind was foggy and you felt yourself losing all control. Then you heard him panting hard and his hands gripped at your ass tighter "fuck, y/n, fuck...you're beautiful" he whispered hoarsely before he pushed himself onto your clothed and slammed his hips against yours, making you let out another soft moan. The two of you were panting like crazy, unable to get enough of each other. You knew it wouldn't last long, you didn't think that you'd have this kind of reaction to Jake touching you, but it was like it was the most natural thing in the world to you.

Jake was gripping your hips tightly with one hand, and was rubbing his thumb across the inside of your thigh with the other. It felt like heaven and hell wrapped together. He started grinding against your clothed heat hardeer, his movements becoming faster and more desperate "oh fuck, baby" he groaned out.

The next couple minutes were filled with Jake slamming himself against you as if he never wanted to stop, the sounds he was producing filling the room, and your cries and gasps were drowned out by his moans. His movements got faster and faster and soon he looked at you and asked "do you want me to?" You nodded vigorously "yes" you screamed out, feeling your core clench around nothing, he smirked before he was about to lower you onto him. Your head fell back against as he entered you fully. He began to move quickly, and he moved his hips slowly but firmly and then bam... His chair broke.

He fell to the ground and you fell ontop of him, as you climbed off of him, his long shaft hitting against his abdomen. "I guess it was a waste of money huh?"

This was not it I'm so sorry

@naattalliee

[annaphoenix1994]

Trying Again

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Once the ceremony had concluded, Simon had helped eased Kiera into the passenger seat of his car, eager to get her home and enjoy the rest of the evening within the presence of each other before they departed the next morning for the first destination to mark their honeymoon - to which Simon still did not tell her what he had planned. With assurance that Jacob and Evie were taken care of and secured into Eva's vehicle, Simon waited until Eva had driven in front of them on the way back to the ranch. 

"That ring looks good on you, babe." Kiera giggled from the passenger seat, blushing as she physically witnessed Simon's pupils dilate to a thicker diameter once he held his gaze on her, his lips curling into a smirk. 

"Not used to wearing rings, but I'll gladly get used to this one," He chuckled, his right hand reaching for her left, bringing her knuckles up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss there. "Didn't think that ring could look more perfect dressed on that pretty finger, love." 

"I still can't believe we just got married," She sighed. "We've waited so long for this and now that it's finally happened... I can't wrap my head around it." 

"Me either, but I'm glad it did," He smirked. "As much as I dread leaving our children behind for our honeymoon, I think it'll be a relief for you to have some time away." 

"It will, but I'm going to miss my babies so much," She frowned. "Mom said she's going to send us constant pictures and videos while we're gone." 

"I'm sure, love," He assured her. "I can't wait to see your reaction once you figure out where we're going." 

"Well, where are we going?"

"That's a surprise. But I will say I accidentally fucked up the flight..."

"What do you mean?" She arched her brow. 

"Well, our first flight was supposed to go towards the east coast, but I somehow scheduled it for Nevada..."

"You're confusing me, Simon."

He smirked, "Let's just say we'll be spending a couple of days in a certain town in southern Nevada first..."

He watched her jaw drop, "Babe, are we... Going to Las Vegas?" 

"Possibly," He smirked. "Just know that I can't afford to be losing my new wife in Sin City. I babysit Johnny enough." 

She giggled, "You can't babysit me if you can't find me..." 

He arched his brow and she giggled, "Trying to make my blood pressure rise already?" 

"Oh, I'm sure you already are getting a rise out of this evening. If you know what I mean..." 

"Don't start anything you can't finish, love." 

"Who said I didn't want it to finish?" 

She smirked as she watched his face flush before he moved to adjust himself behind the steering wheel, clearly desperately trying to hide his pending erection, his mind briefly short-circuiting as he had hoped they were nearly home. Sighing, he gripped the steering wheel tightly before reaching for her hand, hoping to distract himself from intimate thoughts until he were to get home. 

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Without giving her any notice, Simon hastily swept Kiera off of her feet before he began to carry her towards the house, the train of her dress waving in the night air as Kiera giggled into his neck, placing short and teasing kisses along his hot and aroused skin. "All bloody mine," He grumbled. "You got that?" 

"Roger that, Lieutenant." 

He huffed in frustration, closing the door with his foot before rushing himself and his new bride into their bedroom, easily laying her on the bed and gently resting himself between her thighs, caging her between his arms and capturing her lips with his. "Simon." She moaned into his mouth, her core flexing in arousal.

"What is it, love?" 

"I can't believe this - us. We're finally married." 

"Good thought, yeah? How about we finally officiate this marriage?" 

She groaned at his words, running her hands through his neat hair only to ruin it, leaving the residue from his hair gel on her fingers. His hands had slowly began to run up her smooth legs, smirking against her lips when he realized she had been wearing a garter around her thigh after the pads of his fingers swept across it. "What's the order of this thing?"  

He knew. 

He knew what it was for and the tradition behind it, but he wanted to hear her say it as well as add his own twist to it.

"Oh, you know, typical bride attire," She giggled. "Tradition." 

"Is that right?" 

"Mhm. Don't they have that in Manchester?" 

He shrugged playfully, "Don't know. Never been married before. Might have to fill me in on this so-called tradition."

"I'm sure you can figure it out, babe." 

"Oh, so you're not going to tell me?"

"Well, we kinda broke the tradition a little bit..." 

"We've broken several, love." 

She giggled, "Well, you know how I tossed my bouquet during the reception and you refused to take my garter off from under my gown-"

"Because I'm selfish and didn't want anyone to see your legs? Yes." He replied proudly, the pads of his fingers tracing over the garter slowly. 

"You were supposed to take it off from under my gown and toss it to your groomsmen and whoever caught it was supposed to be getting married next-"

"Well," He scoffed, placing a kiss to her collarbone. "We agreed to make our own traditions. I think I know what I want to do with it." 

"Hm? What's that?" She hummed. 

"I think I'd want to rip this off of you with my bloody teeth and display you as my trophy," He didn't give her a chance to reply before he placed a kiss to her lips and lowered his body to where his head was under her gown, placing slow and delicate kisses from the inside of her knee and thigh until his lips fell onto the garter itself, gently grasping it with his teeth before he began to drag it from her thigh, smirking against her skin every time he heard a pretty whimper leave her lips. "And when I do that, nobody's eyes except my own get to lay on you." 

"I'm all yours, Simon." 

"I like hearing you say it." He murmured, proceeding to remove the garter with his teeth and slide it over his wrist before his mouth returned to her inner thighs, proceeding to move upwards under her gown before his lips landed on her sweet core, his hands resting above her gown to run his fingers along the lace fabric. All fucking mine. 

Her fingers were desperate to latch into his hair while her soft moans filled the quiet bedroom. She couldn't get enough of the image of him in his suit all for her. 

Simon's hands splayed across the outside of her thighs, holding them firmly against either side of his head while his tongue lapped through her folds, nearly making her jolt every time he crossed her clit with every slow and determined minute. 

Eventually, she had climaxed on his encouraging tongue, rewarding him for his efforts before he sat up on his knees, looking down at the overstimulated mess of his new bride, smirking at how flushed she already was. He sat back on his knees, admiring the way her dress bunched up at her waist and how her skin flushed, leaving red blotches of adrenaline dressing her chest and cheeks. Smirking, he moved to where he was standing on his feet, walking over to the nightstand to retrieve a condom from the drawer, setting it on top of the nightstand before he removed his dress shirt, tossing it to the side as Kiera moved to sit on her knees on the bed, her perfectly manicured nails curling around the belt of his trousers, her lips pressed against his muscled abdomen while her fingers slowly unbuckled his belt. 

She pumped his erection slowly with one hand, her thumb swiping the small bead of arousal that pooled at his aching head, swearing to herself that she could feel his pulse through his shaft. "On your back, babe." She whispered. 

"Dominant lass, yeah?" He smirked, looking down to admire the doe-like gloss in her eyes. 

"Don't make me ask again."

He couldn't help but smirk at her demand, sincerely loving when she'd get intimately aggressive with him, Kiera being the only person he'd consider being submissive for. He didn't know why, but he loved being bossed around by her - it unlocked a new excitement he never knew he had. "What happens if you do?" 

"Then I guess I'll just satisfy myself." She hummed. 

"Is that right?" He arched his brow, curling his index finger under her chin, forcing her head upward to look up at him. "Those toys of yours don't have the same affect, love." 

"Making yourself feel better, huh?" She giggled, knowing she was pushing his buttons. "On your back." 

"I don't much like being told what to do-"

"Oh, I know, Lieutenant," She hummed, placing a kiss to his chest. "But you're a long way from the barracks, babe. Need I remind you that I technically outranked you if you want to start using terms." 

He inhaled sharply, his chest rising and a tingle traveling through his body, although he still didn't budge. I want to see if she really could make me, but bloody hell, those eyes she's giving me makes me want to fall to my knees and do anything she asked...

"That's what I thought," She giggled after hearing no response from him. "On your back." 

He couldn't help but do as he was told - Kiera being the only person to be able to dominate him. If he were honest, he quite liked being submissive - having her on top of him to her mercy and using him as she pleased. 

He loved it. 

Especially in her wedding dress - the sight alone drove him wild. 

Her dress splayed over him as she straddled his hips, subtly rolling her own hips to grind against his erection. He couldn't help but grasp the fabric of her dress in his hands during his desperate attempt to grasp her hips, leaning his head back against the pillow when he felt himself succumb to her hot core. 

They groaned in unison as his hands firmly held her hips while she slowly slid down on his length, eventually able to fully sheath himself inside of her. 

In roughly three months, the couple had lain together once due to the unfortunate events of the miscarriage in July followed by her father's passing. 

And during that one time, he had begun to use a condom to prevent another pregnancy knowing she had wished to wean from birth control and that he didn't want her to go through another miscarriage. 

It was a decision made by him to use a condom for her sake, knowing the effect hurt her more than it did him.

He knew she had been mentally exhausted - the last thing he wanted for her was to feel like she had an obligation to please him sexually. 

After all, he could care less if she had told him she'd never want to have sex again, knowing that the miscarriage alone was enough to frighten her about the idea of ever getting pregnant again. 

"Fuck!" She hissed, briefly uncomfortable due to the sudden stretch, keeping herself still on him to let her body adjust to his size. 

"Are you alright, love?" 

"Yeah," She nodded, splaying her palms across his chest. "Been too long for us." She admitted, blush staining her cheeks. 

"I'll wait as long as you want me to." He assured her, his hands finally finding the skin of her hips under her dress, gently rubbing circles along her skin with his thumbs. 

Her hips rolled against him, Simon unable to restrict his hips naturally wanting to buck up into her, but he knew she had things in her control when he was under her, completely surrendering himself to her. 

Already overstimulated from his tongue, she had heard herself squelching against him between moans. It was addicting for the pair of them. "You feel so good, love," He admitted, his voice gruff and smooth. "You were bloody made for me." 

She hummed in agreement, leaning her head back to enjoy the sensation he was giving her with just his length alone - his touches and words nearly driving her over the edge every time she felt his skin on hers. 

Suddenly, his forearms hooked under her thighs, effortlessly picking her up off of his length and curling his arms to where her core was level with his face. She braced her hands on the headboard in front of her, tightening her abdomen to keep her full weight from landing on his head. "Simon, I-"

"Don't hold yourself," He warned, his hot breath fanning against her wet folds and making her shiver against him, gasping when she felt his arms tighten around her thighs and pulling her weight down onto his face. "Sit." 

"But I don't want to hurt-"

"-Sit," He said sternly. She was unable to see his threatening gaze by how her dress had spread over his head when he moved her, but she knew that look. "Like a bloody chair." 

"But what if I suffocate you-"

His arms tightened around her thighs and pulled her down onto him, the tip of his nose pressing firmly against her clit, giving her the perfect stimulation while his tongue began to work against her folds, eager to bring her to a second orgasm. He loved when he would bury himself inside of her, but something about pleasing her with his mouth drove him crazy. Like a drug, he would think, musing about how intoxicating her taste was to him. 

He rewarded her with a quickened pace of his tongue when he felt her relax, knowing that gravity was in her favor when she finally realized just how good it felt. And to Simon, the thought made him harder than what he already was - almost painful. 

But he couldn't let up anytime soon. 

She tasted too good. 

Her moans gradually grew louder and louder, her stomach tightening at the sensation of his skilled tongue, goosebumps erecting along her skin when she felt his hands leave her thighs and slide up her back, slowly and delicately unclasping each button that held her dress together, keeping her nude body from him. He knew that if he didn't get that divine dress off of her soon, he'd accidentally end up ruining it. 

Sensing that she was on the brink of her second orgasm, he couldn't help but smirk when he heard a desperate whine leave her lips, knowing it was a punishment for even saying that her toys could get her off faster than he could in a sorry attempt to get him to submit.

With the dress now draping from her shoulders and exposing her breasts, he curled his arms around her waist and gently guided her to lay on her back, placing a hot kiss to her vulva before he guided her to lift her hips to slide the dress from her body, leaving her to be completely nude under him. His hair was now a mess and his chin was glistening with her excitement. Licking his lips clean, he then moved to make a trail of kisses from her hip all the way to her sternum, shooting a quick glance to her before he gave attention to her breasts, expecting her to deny access to them as she was still breastfeeding. Unbeknownst to her, Simon knew that even caressing her nipples were more stimulating than before she was ever pregnant. 

Judging by her sudden moan after he did it, he assumed that she had finally realized.

Especially when she arched her back to press her breasts even closer to his mouth, begging for more than just his hands. "Eager, are we?" 

"You're just teasing me at this point." She giggled playfully. 

"It's what you get for teasing me with the thought of you playing with yourself earlier," He answered, sitting back on his calves to reach for the condom on the nightstand, pinching the corner of the wrapper between his teeth before she stopped him. 

"You won't need that, babe," She spoke, her foot coming up to rest on his hip. "I want to try again." 

"Are you sure?" 

She nodded, "Positive." 

He wanted to ask her what was going through her mind for her to compile her decision, but he didn't want her to think about the reason as to why he had begun wearing condoms in the first place since the miscarriage. "I know we haven't really talked about it prior to the wedding, but-"

"-I love having children with you," He assured her. "I want another one." 

She smiled, "You do? I thought two plus Baler was enough for you." 

"The lad is almost an adult and our two are now a year old. I can't lie to you: I loved seeing you waddle around like a penguin with your belly." 

She laughed as his hands ran up and down her smooth calves, slowly tracing his fingertips to her hot folds, excited at the primal thought of getting her pregnant again, except this time, they were actually trying.

"Best get to it then, babe." She smiled, opening her legs for him when she felt his body lower onto her, their lips locking as his hips lazily pumped against her, teasing her yet again before he snuck his free hand to guide himself into her, the sensation driving him over the edge with her immense warmth and tightness. 

They lay in sensual lust - his hips guiding himself slowly into her as he savored every thrust while she purposely squeezed her walls around him every time he withdrew his hips. His lips were pressed against her neck and jaw while her nails dug into his back, leaving small scratches behind only to encourage another hard thrust from him. "You're so deep," She groaned. 

"I can go deeper," He whispered into her neck.

"H-How?" She asked, surprised. 

He smirked against her jaw before slowly withdrawing from her, "Turn over," He directed, grasping the nearby pillow to place under her abdomen, arching her hips perfectly for the deep angle he was about to let her experience, giving him an unrelenting pace into her G-Spot once he began to thrust. "There you go. Press your thighs together and cross your ankles," He continued, now standing at the edge of the bed, pumping himself lazily as she did as she was told. "I can't lie and say I won't hold myself back from getting rough," He admitted shyly, his head now at her even tighter entrance. "You grip me even tighter like this." 

She began to reply before her mouth opened to a gasp, the hot stretch of his length entering her and pressing against her G-Spot once he fully sheathed himself. "Please get rough, Simon." 

He groaned at her plea, hoping that she knew just how rough he could get. Pressing his palm between her shoulder blades, he did as she requested. 

Relentless, powerful thrusts of his hips snapping into her at a set pace. Each thrust rubbing against her G-Spot, making her toes curl and her back shiver while the pillow under her head collected her loud moans. 

Skin-to-skin contact filled the room along with their moans of pleasure. "Harder." She begged. 

"Are you sure, love?" He whispered, keeping up his pace. "I don't want to hurt you-"

"Harder, Simon," She moaned. "I want you to." 

Bracing one arm next to her head and the other palm between her shoulder blades, his thrusts grew harder and harder, the headboard of the bed now colliding with the wall as the squelching from her core swallowing him drove him wild. He curled his hips downwards every time they snapped, jolting every time he felt the sponge-like flesh of her G-Spot against him. 

Several minutes later, he stilled to release his spend into her, pumping slowly until he too became overstimulated, only keeping up his pace to bring her to her second orgasm before he did. 

With deep breaths, he rewarded her with kisses along the column of her back, slowly withdrawing himself before he helped her move to a comfortable position, smirking at how her mascara pooled at the corners of her eyes before bringing his thumb up to wipe the marks away. 

[alexturntable]

CanalplusF1 "Ready to go supersonic Charles?" ☄️ @/Charles_Leclerc boarded a Rafale to take part in a training mission of the @/Armee_de_lair and… We think he enjoyed it 🫡 A unique experience to discover in "Charles Leclerc: Supersonic", 3/11 on CANAL+

[feralghxuls]

this new ghoul has SUCH a stage presence like FUCK

look at this i'm losing my MIND

(source)

[raiiny-bay]

cursed to draw only one (1) character forever

[kazumahashimoto]

biggest plot twist in this game is that sidon is really messy

[maxfieldparrishes]

caitlyn kiramman you're so hot when you're in your unhinged villain flop era

[fantasy-dating-sim-trash]

SATAN BEACH UR CARD VIDEO IS UNDER THE READ MORE

Listen I am absolutely not losing my fucking mind over the new SATAN BEACH CARD

Like HOLY SHIT he's so fucking hot and they've never given him a beach UR+ card before and I'm like frothing at the mouth because I need it

LIKE look at HIMMMMMM

HES SO FUCKING SEXY AND HOT

HES NOT JUST A SNACK

HE IS THE WHOLE GOD DAMN MEAL

I'd LET THAT MAN DO SO MANY THINGS TO ME

Like LISTEN THATS MY MANS RIGHT THERE

Kgzyskkdylxhkgzzgmzkh

LIKE THIS IS me RN HOLY FUCKKKKK

So in honor of his new beach card I made a video

As UR Local SATAN OBSESSED BLOG

So enjoy me being a simp lol

[lupaeusmoved]

𝗘𝗠𝗠𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗟 : 123 / ∞ featuring steve harrington ( @stopthecarrrr liked for a manip )

— 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 / 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 —

[femboty2k]

man I'm so sick of this shit just be nice to fat women (especially trans ones!) or kill yourself idc

[thistableforone]

SARA DRAGO as LEA MARTELLI in Call My Agent - Italia 1.01

[talentforlying]

need to inform everyone that i am newly up to date on dead in america and bawling my EYES out, what do you MEAN i have to wait until april for the next one!! what the fuck do you mean!!!!!!!!

[aromanticannibal]

guys you don't get it this is the greatest fucking soundtrack ever

[hellsdogs]

The sound of the camera, clicking, capturing, it echoes together with this hammer banging, wrecking inside his chest, inside his mind, under his skin, through his guts. Fever, Madness, Desire - it feeds his art the same way it feeds his damaged soul, igniting every single one of his senses. His eyes, they never blink, never look away, intense, dark, captiivated as his breath keeps on getting short, shorter, his lungs filled with nothing but her perfume, her scent, Her. ( @wellfell ) More. More of Her. This edible blood is cascading down her neck, a neck he watches through his lens - it is made of the purest, the rawest porcelain he just dreams to seize, devour, own, crush. He moves like a sculptor, devoted to the statue of her, to every single frame he takes of her : on that screen, she is his creation, his masterpiece. One knee down the bed, he is bent over her as she lays down, like immortalized on the canvas of these tainted, wrinkled, messy and ruined sheets, a ruby of erotic violence, she becomes the allegory of his darkest and deepest desires. The palm of his hand lands down the mattress, close to her head, careful. He is oh so careful not to touch her, not to damage her, his precious little fantasy. His breath is irregular when she does that : touching him, grabbing his arm to get him closer and she's moaning, arching her back for him to admire, to contemplate as if she visited every single one of these obsene dreams he has about her, only to give them to him, right here, right now. The camera clicks and clicks as he moves, hover over her to capture every single moment, every single moan. Fuck. Her moans, the only music he wishes to listen to for the rest of his pathetic littles days. He can feel the warmth emanating from her body, like a magnet, like a trap as the camera clicking closer and closer, his face now pressed against her temple. He closes his eyes, focusing on his own respiration, inhaling, exhaling as the frustration is so insufferable it almost hurts. He would kill, to be allowed to touch her, to ruin her, to take her whole, to be inside of her, for the blood to spread from her skin to his, for his mouth to taste her core, for his hunger to consume her in all the disgusting ways he wishes to. She knows, Oh she knows, this forbidden crave he only allows his dirty little camera to see.

"You're the prettiest thing I"ve ever seen." His voice is low, deep, his lips against her ear, he is Mad for her. Her hand seizing his electrifies him again. His eyes never leave her and she does just that : this time, it' his name she is moaning. Dear fucking God. Every single drop of saliva he swallows feels like blades, his fingers frozen on the button. She pushes him then, swattng his hand away, he actually looses balance and falls, on the low of his back out of bed, while she stands up above him. Pathetic little dog on the carpet he now is, well that's what he wants to be, that's what he makes of himself. It is Art, she Is Art, the Art that puts you down your knees, that makes you beg like you would to God. The balcony is just a few meters away, it only takes a few steps for them to reach the spot just like she demands. There is an unspoken rule between them, he never touches her, never unless she allows him to, asks him to. The cold of the balcony railing is pressed against her loins, the wind playing with the light fabric of her dress, revealing pieces of her. The night is dark and the city lights seem far away, and she is here, at his mercy, 10 floors above the ground. His fingers travel up her collarbones, slowly, like every single centimeter of skin they gain must be worshipped. Is he tainting her? By shivering when he's touching her like this, aroused. His long fingers reach her neck, steady, firm, the type of grip that does not pressure on her veins just yet, but the type of possessive grip that says he never ever wants to let her go. A step is made, closer, their bodies one against the other against that railing in a perfect silence only the wind fills, cold. His eyes are melting when he looks at her right here, right now, completely enamored of this vision of her. It's Adoration. He. Adores. Her. The camera is forgotten , hanging on his shoulder but not in his other hand no as this one crawls up her neck as well. A slow smile is now on his lips, matching these eyes of a deranged man who would kill himself for the object of desire she is. "You are my masterpiece. The epitome of my Art, the Beauty I want to dive in and die for." He rests his forehead against hers, closing his eyes like a prayer while his fingers tightens his grip around her neck, a pressure against her carotids, the type that can make one suffocate. "Akina, Akina... Oh God, Akina. Is this the only way I could ever have you all for myself? Tell me. Tell me I'm a pathetic piece of shit that disgusts you. Tell me you will never be mine, tell me I will never get to taste you, tell me you will never allow me to own you." His eyes are linked with hers now. There are hells in his dilated pupils, the ones she feeds, the she ones she exists in, both of their hair wipping in the breeze, the goosebumps rising on his skin, his demons awakening. "Tell me the only way you could be mine is... if I kill you."

[boycum3000]

Brie Larson photographed by Collier Schorr for Harper’s Bazaar

[running-in-the-dark]

oh, I see. it's one of those nights.