ARCHIVED.

gone.

[belayadeath-goner]

I'VE ARCHIVED AND MOVED. YOUR FAVORITE BLONDE SOVIET WEAPON HAS MOVED, SAME URL AND SAME BAD ATTITUDE. FOLLOW AT YOUR OWN PERIL.

[belayadeath-goner]

I'VE ARCHIVED AND MOVED. YOUR FAVORITE BLONDE SOVIET WEAPON HAS MOVED, SAME URL AND SAME BAD ATTITUDE. FOLLOW AT YOUR OWN PERIL.

[belayadeath-goner]

I'VE ARCHIVED AND MOVED. YOUR FAVORITE BLONDE SOVIET WEAPON HAS MOVED, SAME URL AND SAME BAD ATTITUDE. FOLLOW AT YOUR OWN PERIL.

[belayadeath-goner]

I'VE ARCHIVED AND MOVED. YOUR FAVORITE BLONDE SOVIET WEAPON HAS MOVED, SAME URL AND SAME BAD ATTITUDE. FOLLOW AT YOUR OWN PERIL.

[belayadeath-goner]

I'VE ARCHIVED AND MOVED. YOUR FAVORITE BLONDE SOVIET WEAPON HAS MOVED, SAME URL AND SAME BAD ATTITUDE. FOLLOW AT YOUR OWN PERIL.

[belayadeath-goner]

I'VE ARCHIVED AND MOVED. YOUR FAVORITE BLONDE SOVIET WEAPON HAS MOVED, SAME URL AND SAME BAD ATTITUDE. FOLLOW AT YOUR OWN PERIL.

[belayadeath-goner]

I'VE ARCHIVED AND MOVED. YOUR FAVORITE BLONDE SOVIET WEAPON HAS MOVED, SAME URL AND SAME BAD ATTITUDE. FOLLOW AT YOUR OWN PERIL.

[belayadeath-goner]

I'VE ARCHIVED AND MOVED. YOUR FAVORITE BLONDE SOVIET WEAPON HAS MOVED, SAME URL AND SAME BAD ATTITUDE. FOLLOW AT YOUR OWN PERIL.

[sykclops-moved]

      the    grip    on    her    rear    tightens,    nails  begin  to  dig  into  her  skin  now,  feeling  her  one  last  time  as  he  edges  closer  to  finishing.  his  build  is  tense,  moans  forced  from  his  throat  past  trembling  lips    &    it  only  grows  more  as  she  whispers  her  pleas  into  his  ear.

she's  coming  undone  before  him,  but  he's  not  far  behind,  at  least  not  without  giving  her  a  few  more  prods    (  the  dull  ache  from  his  length  from  before  spreads  some  more  then  moments  ago,  even  if  he  wanted  this  to  last  longer,  he  knew  he  wouldn't  be  able  to  hold  himself  back  much  longer,  not  when  she's  whimpering  as  she  finishes.  )    there's  a  quick  sharp  inhale  before  a  shuddered  exhale    &    scott  unloads  inside  her.

movement  slows  to  a  stop,  one  hand  lets  go  of  her  ass  to  place  next  to  her  thigh  to  support  himself  as  the  other  stays  where  it  is,  though  his  face  remains  in  place,  moans  replaced  by  soft  breaths    /    waiting  for  the  high  to  come  down  before  he  thinks  about  moving  again.

a  few  beats  go  by,  cyclops  pulls  his  face  away  from  bianca's  shoulder  when  his  senses  slowly  come  back  to  him    (  the  brain  fog  is  still  present  however,    &    he'll  use  this  as  a  last  chance  to  stay  close  to  her  before  he'll  have  to  come  back  down  to  reality,  )    then  places  his  forehead  against  hers    /    his  nose  mapping  the  curve  of  her  with  their  eyes  meeting  each  others  at  last.

the  last  thing  he  does  is  prying  himself  out  of  bianca,  the  next  to  scan  the  office  around  them    .    .    .    all  of  the  contents  from  the  desk  had  spread  itself  across  the  floor  underneath  them,    &    a  sigh  is  audbile  through  lips,    ❛    someone's  gonna  have  to  clean  this  up.    ❜

[belayadeath-goner]

it's a moment of pure bliss, them simply melting into each other and becoming one. two souls and one heart. they're catching their breath against one another, scott's face buried at her shoulder and hers buried in the crook of his neck, all the while trying to pull themselves back to earth. a shared cloud of pleasure, a lavender haze, and when he pulled back to press his forehead against hers, it was an action of utmost affection. the look with which bianca looked at him, glossy-eyed and full of adoration. of love.

for a moment she felt she could linger like this for an eternity, in his arms, united with him as one and not a single care in the world. but they had to return to reality at some point — his nose brushes against her briefly, the softest caress before he pulls out of her, and with that he managed to draw one last gasp from her lips.

bianca braces herself, palms flat on the desk behind her and shoulders squared back as she looked about to the mess around them. “ oh, yea. i guess, ” the sight alone prompted a low chuckle from her, shifting to reach one hand up to scratch the back of her head and tousled blonde hair. very same hand then came around to give him a playful nudge to the shoulder. “ well, good luck. ought to be fun. ”

[belayadeath-goner]

Bianca is 5’6’’ tol 😤

[belayadeath-goner]

softly, fuck

[belayadeath-goner]

also,,, vacation teddy also means i brought out the rosé, so……. 😘

[belayadeath-goner]

in my attempts to make a playlist for bianca, i stumbled upon this russian (goth) electronic music group and now i’m… vibing ?

[belayadeath-goner]

teddy’s vacation bound / off work for two weeks YEEHAW ✊🏼🤘🏼🤘🏼🤘🏼

[sykclops-moved]

      the    light    from    the    hallway    into    his    bedroom    illuminates    just    a    tad,    &    summers  barely  reacts  to  it  regardless,  half  expecting  her  turn  around    &    leave,  but  half  of  him  had  hoped  she  could  see  past  his  blunt  dismissal    /    with  his  face  buried  in  his  palms,  he's  unaware  she  had  entered  deeper  in  his  room.

then  hands  fall  from  his  face  to  rest  each  side  of  him  on  the  bed,  he  doesn't  move  his  head  yet  irises  still  look  over  to  her  from  the  corners  of  his  eyes  (  lips  remain  pursed,  truthfully  he  isn't  in  a  mood  to  talk,  let  alone  to  refuse,    &    all  it  took  was  a  bad  day.  )    bianca  moves  scott's  head  almost  too  easily,  a  good  sign  to  say  he  wasn't  planning  to  fight  back.

carmines  still  choose  to  not  meet  bianca's,  while  she  inspects  every  single  cut,  to  every  bruise,  to  the  overwhelming  split  upper  lip  that  glares  her  down    ----    she  calls  his  name,  a  trigger  for  his  fingers  to  curl  into  his  bedsheets    .    .    .

but  before  cyclops  could  weigh  more  on  his  shortcomings;  she  lures  him  into  her  chest    &    with  a  comfortable  amount  of  pressure  on  the  top  of  his  head  to  accompy.  he's  still  momentarily.  a  sigh  leaves  past  nostrils  while  he  inclines  into  her  further,    ❛    fine.    ❜

[belayadeath-goner]

he doesn't fight back or resist her embrace — no, despite everything, he let himself succumb to her limited warmth, and just rest against her as she held him. he's not in the mood to talk, and she doesn't want to force him. bianca knows better than anybody the need for silence, to let the quiet seep through one's pores and into their bones. for years, decades, the silence was all she had — at times both a friend and an enemy. scott would open up when he was ready, if ever he was.

bianca held onto him for just a bit longer, dreading what it may feel like to let him go in a moment like this, when he needed it. though there's a voice in the back of her mind that was constantly reminding her not to overstep. you don't know how he feels, about this, about you. she got to her feet and stepped to his washer, grabbing a towel that looked clean enough, wetted it, and went back out to join him again. bianca shifted slightly to sit fully faced towards him, her hand finding the side of his face again and stopped, a questioning look on her features asking his consent before she went any further.

[bstarhks]

СТАРКОВА,   БЯНКА   МИХАЙЛОВНА. STARKOVA, BIANCA MIKHAILOVNA ( PARTNERS MAY INTERACT/REBLOG )

[sykclops-moved]

      even    inbetween    the    moans    that    fill    the    emptiness    of    the    office,    he  still  manages  a  dry  chuckle  in  response  to  her  remark,  there  wasn't  a  denial  there,  he  is  a  tease  so  he  doesn't  object  to  it    /    it's  futile  anyway,  not  when  he's  preoccupied  with  keeping  moans  at  a  minimal.

she  catches  his  lips  afterall    &    he  retaliates;  just  as  hungry,  just  as  devoted,  loosing  himself  in  the  high  they  have  created  just  from  each  other    (  feeling  along with  the  ride,  as  it  only  heightens  with  each  thrust,  each  stolen  kiss,  every  breath  he  steals  from  her,  giving  up  his  taste  of  her  as  they  exhange  tongues  deep  inside  each  other's  mouths,  )    while  leaning  further  into  her  breasts,  to  feel  her  anywhere  else  that  he  can.

her  body  collides  in  tune  of  his  rthym,  he's  hitting  every  spot  inside  her    &    her  walls  tightening  its  grip  around  his  member    /    it  twitches  at  each  beat,  a  built  up  dull  yet  pleasuring  ache  grows    &    it  makes  scott  desperate  for  more.

his  hands  finally  lets  bianca's  go  from  her  back,  travelling  down  to  her  hips  with  one  last  pull  towards  him  (  he  wanted  to  make  sure  she  was  very  close  to  him,  closer  than  possible,  closer  than  they  ever  could  be,  )    before  they  slide  over  her  ass,  a  heat  in  the  moment  action  almost  like  pure  instinct  when  his  palm  makes  a  tame,  but  firm,  slap  on  one  cheek    /    in  preparation  to  dig  his  fingertips  into  her  skin,  holding  her  in  place.

as  cyclops  amps  up  his  thrusts,  faster    &    harder,  the  desk  beneath  shakes    &    groans  louder.  he  presses  his  lips  against  bianca's  shoulder  as  he  moans  into  her  skin.  perhaps  he's  getting  a  bit  too  close    .    .    .

[belayadeath-goner]

the slap of his hand against against her ass echoed through the room, and anyone with a not-so-clouded mind would've likely been afraid someone would hear — but not her. all she could focus on was him, the way he felt inside her, the way scott's hands felt on her body, from her hips to the curve of he rear, fingers digging into the soft skin there.

they're both getting closer, bodies tensing up and indulging in the high of each other. moving with him still, her legs squeeze against the sides of his mid and cutting down whatever last bit of distance that may be between them at this point. even when he pulls off to continue on his own, scott's head dip to her shoulder to not leave her, hot moans breathed against her trap. and bianca clings onto him, now unpinned arms trace up the length of his again, fingers brushing the tensed muscles of his bi- and triceps before yet again a hand came to support the back of his head, fingers curling into his auburn-brow locks.

her walls clench around him with every thrust, the only sounds now leaving her lips were mere pleas breathed into scott's ear. she's coming undone right before him, because of him, with him, and she can't do anything but hold onto him as he keeps drilling into her. ultimately her senses begin to burst, whimpering as she's washed over by the pure sensation of her climax.