[girrlsoinlove]

⠀ it’s so good, it’s so close,⠀ i can taste it 🦢 𓈒 ׄ ◌ ﹡ ‎‎‎

⠀⠀ 𝒮ophia⠀⠀ 𓂅⠀⠀ peter parker’s #1 girl⠀⠀ nineteen⠀⠀ mcu rewatcher⠀⠀ ariana grande lovebot⠀⠀ virgo⠀⠀ brunette curls⠀⠀ you seem pretty sad for a⠀girl so in love

⠀﹡ ˚ . ‎‎‎‎ ༶⠀ on my lips, this is your ⠀ . . . ⠀⠀ ⠀invitation ⠀ꕤ ⠀taglist ⠀ꕤ ⠀recent work

[girrlsoinlove]

me after finding out ariana brought out ty dolla $ign for brooklyn night 3 and i wasn’t there

ari why….. why would you do this to me

[girrlsoinlove]

if she brings out abel in london and adds off the table to the setlist i’m jumping off a fucking cliff

[girrlsoinlove]

me after finding out ariana brought out ty dolla $ign for brooklyn night 3 and i wasn’t there

ari why….. why would you do this to me

[littleglitterdust]

One of the hottest thing a guy could do is be Sebastian Stan

[angelicchris]

𝓐 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 — 𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜

in which — unable to fall asleep at night, you’re unexpectedly greeted by six slytherins who help you . .

contains — fem!reader, slytherin!reader, (a hungry) mattheo riddle, (a confused) enzo berkshire, (an unfazed) blaise zabini, (a cowardly) draco malfoy, (a longing) theodore nott, (a mischievous) pansy parkinson, a plot to hex neville longbottom, and the unwelcome company of the bloody baron . .

word count — 1.2k

THE SLYTHERIN COMMON ROOM was void of any of your housemates. Moonlight that peeked through the windows from beneath the surface of the Great Lake outside casted a low glow over the room — just enough to make out where textbooks lay discarded on tables tucked in the back corner, Gobstones that scattered the floor, and POTTER STINKS badges that continued to shine brightly through the night.

With your legs pulled up under you as you sat on one of the large leather sofas near the fireplace, small embers still sparking against the logs, you relished in your own presence — except for maybe that of the Bloody Baron, who a group of first years had sworn they’d spotted lurking near the fireplace after dinner.

You reached for a throw pillow from the opposite side of the sofa, holding it flush against your chest. With your other hand, you held onto a box of Chocolate Cauldrons you had brought down from your dormitory — courtesy of Enzo Berkshire, who had bought all of his friends a pack at the last Hogsmeade visit, having accidentally discovered over the summer holidays that they helped ease the “hollowness” brought on by Dementors.

You peeled the seal off the box, pulling the lid off and popping a chocolate into your mouth. You stared at the faint embers in the fireplace as you chewed, wishing more than anything that you had brewed a Sleeping Draught in Potions for the night.

A gush of wind bounded across the room, causing you to halt your chewing. Your eyes darted across the Common Room, your breath hitching — you could have sworn you saw what looked like an opaque silver man, covered in blood . .

“Bella, what are you doing?” the voice of Theodore Nott whispered from halfway down the dormitory steps behind where you were seated, in an attempt to not startle you.

You jumped, your head shooting in his direction.

“Theo?” you questioned, before the unmistakeable bantering of his dorm mates followed after him.

“OW! Don’t step on my foot, Berkshire!” Mattheo Riddle spoke much too loudly, earning him a smack on the head from Blaise Zabini.

“Oh, piss off! Draco’s the one who pushed ahead of me,” Enzo defended, as Blaise swiftly manoeuvred away from Mattheo, who looked as if he were reaching for his wand.

“Can you guys shut up?” Pansy Parkinson urged, leading the rear of the group. “The last thing we need is Snape waking. I really do not wish to see him in his pyjamas,” she cringed at the thought.

“I do,” Mattheo spoke suddenly, causing each of you to stare at him in shock. “Oh, what? I’ve never seen the bloke in anything but those awful robes — I’d be shocked if he even owned a pair of pyjamas.”

Blaise laughed. “You reckon he keeps that greasy head of hair in a bonnet, as well?”

Enzo chortled. “He probably carries around a candle and all,” he held up his hand teasingly, as if balancing a candle on a silver platter.

“Can you guys be serious for once, please?” Theo demanded. He walked down the last few creaking steps, making his way over to the sofa you occupied, the others following behind him.

He sat down beside you, looking at you worriedly. “What’s wrong?” he whispered, his voice soft enough that only you could hear.

Mattheo interrupted with a sudden gasp, pointing towards you. “Can I have one?” he asked, a gleam in his eyes as he stared at the box of Chocolate Cauldrons on your lap.

You picked the box up, throwing it at him. Mattheo’s Quidditch skills preceded him, as he caught it effortlessly in his hand.

Pansy made her way to the sofa nearest you, sitting down to face you. “I woke up and you weren’t there, so I called the boys,” she explained. “Well, actually, I was planning on only getting Theo, but, you know..” she stared at where Mattheo, Enzo, and Draco were huddled on the sofa opposite her, each reaching for a Chocolate Cauldron, as Blaise stared at them from where he leaned against the mantelpiece with a look of disgust.

“I’m fine, actually, but thanks,” you said, your words coming out bitterer than you’d intended.

Theo still stared at you with a softened look, unbelieving of your claim.

You sighed. “I just can’t really sleep, is all,” you said, biting the skin of your lip.

“Any reason as to why?” Draco asked attentively from across the room, swatting Mattheo’s hand away as he reached for more chocolate.

You placed your head in your hands, an accumulation of exhaustion catching up to you. “I’m not sure.”

Theo opened his mouth, already ready to question you concernedly.

“You know, Madam Pomfrey has this really nice Calming Draught,” Enzo spoke through a mouthful of chocolate. “I had to take some after that one Quidditch game with the rogue Bludger,” he explained, as Mattheo choked on his chocolate at the mere thought of.

Blaise reached over, patting him on the back from where he stood.

“Or, what I like to do,” Mattheo collected himself, hiccoughing slightly, “actually, maybe I shouldn’t say it with two girls around..”

Blaise and Draco chuckled, even more-so when they caught Enzo’s disgruntled expression.

Theo, however, stayed focused on you. “We could go on a walk or something, tesoro,” he suggested.

Pansy shot up in her seat. “Oh! We could try to hex Longbottom. His arse is always sleeping outside the Gryffindor Common Room.”

“I’m in,” Mattheo said, already pulling out his wand.

“That’s brilliant,” Draco approved, as him and Blaise already began to head towards the dungeons, much to Pansy’s delightment.

“Blimey,” Enzo whispered.

“You in?” Theo asked, reaching a hand out to you.

You thought it over for a moment, before nodding; it was better than staying up all night until your next lesson in the morning, anyways.

You placed your hand in his, as he gently pulled you up from the sofa.

Suddenly, Mattheo swore loudly, stepping away from the Common Room wall.

“Merlin, there’s one thing I don’t mess with, and that’s the bloody dead, mate,” he said, backing away from the stone wall that concealed the entrance.

The silver-misty appearance of the Bloody Baron floated into view, the chains that wrapped around his clothing clanking as he neared.

The ghost stood in front of the stone wall, blocking the way out of the Common Room.

“Should we make a run for it?” Enzo whispered to the group.

“I’m not afraid of some dead ghost,” Draco spat out defensively.

At his words, the Bloody Baron stared down at the seven of you, unmoving, his eyes fixed on Draco.

The silver-haired boy suddenly broke out in a sprint, reaching the hallway of the dungeons.

“Coward!” Mattheo called after him, flinching as he himself ran past the ghost.

Blaise followed calmly, simply rolling his eyes. Enzo was right behind him, shuddering as he accidentally walked through the ghostly figure.

The dark gleam of the Baron’s stoic eyes stared down at Theo, Pansy, and you.

Theo swore loudly in his mother-tongue, lacing his hand in yours and his arm through Pansy’s, pulling the two of you through with a steady run.

As the stone wall shut behind the three of you, concealing the Bloody Baron from view, the ludicrous sights of Mattheo and Draco doubled-over as they caught their breaths, Pansy laughing as she unashamedly pointed at their hunched forms, Enzo and Blaise already making their way towards the stairwell, and the warm touch of Theo’s hand in yours, were enough to dissipate any of the disquietude you had felt earlier . .

© 𝓐𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒

notes ⋆. 𐙚 ₊˚ i’m literally the worst person ever bc why am i writing straight bs at 3 a.m. when i have like five requests that have been rotting in my inbox for like a month 😞 #natalieportman

𝓗𝐎𝐆𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝓛𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 — @oopsiedaisydeer @angvl3tears @drcamin @cattoufee @courta13

[cypher-lovesjohnwalker]

the curly hair means so much to me ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

[girrlsoinlove]

i just found out the batman part 2 has been delayed until 2028.. my day is ruined

[glowinasia]

[girrlsoinlove]

everytime i see sebastian stan my body has a physical reaction

[maverist]

3 animals that represent you ?

thank u my angels ( @severedlamb, @lacyydollette ) for the tags, it was so much fun thinking of the answer to this !!

black panther black swan & golden retriever

no pressure tags; @bruisedboys @bcyhoods @thyme-in-a-bubble @wolvisms @littlelamy @prettyglad @carmysdoll @thvmaya @heavenlypining @scissorhvnds @girrlsoinlove @abbottjunior01 @lilahthedoll

[girrlsoinlove]

⠀thank you all for the tag <3 ( @maverist, @lacyydollette, @severedlamb ) finally getting around to doing this!

3 animals that represent you ?

⠀ ⠀otter,⠀⠀deer,⠀⠀+⠀ toy poodle ⠀𓏲

⠀♡⠀npt tags & sorry for any doubles | @444prilsbae @scissorhvnds @lilahthedoll @twlightzne @prettysouled @effortlesslysweet

[bloodmoonlich]

Olivia Rodrigo for Pitchfork (2026)

[zendeyas]

Zendaya wearing MATIERES – New York premiere of The Odyssey

[sheriff-bodecker]

steel and vibranium

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, pwp, straight porn, missionary, d/s dynamics, softdom!bucky, sub!reader, slight brat!reader, slight dumbification, oral fixation, sweat/spit/teeth kink (idk maybe lol), the aftercare is fucking again, creampie, bucky has a bush . . .

word count: 1.8k

a/n: this is me trying to get some requests finished :") i have a whole bunch, some of which i accidentally turned into long fics, some i hate the things i wrote and am trying to start again and some im figuring out, but this one came to me when i woke up horny for bucky barnes lol thank you anon for the request !! <3

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The mattress creaks and the frame knocks into the wall, chipping the paint, denting the wood where the two meet.

Forehead to forehead, sweat accumulating with torrid breaths and aching muscles, Bucky's hips caught to yours. Pressing, slamming, holding down as he clenches his glutes and humps, elongating the pleasure, taunting.

But the light chime of his tags kept ringing. They keep batting across your chest, cold and moist, patting your chin and dragging across your skin when you were right there.

It was just as your legs fell open, knees laying up as his dick dragged in and out, and he willed his noises to stay at a minimum, when the tags flittered to the dip of your neck. Your lips parted, sighing, rolling your eyes as it tap tap tap's and sings against your hot skin. You move, careful not to ruin the precision, pressing the chain against his peck, holding them firm to his chest.

At first, Bucky almost sat up, almost paused to ask if you were okay — pushing at his sternum, brows taut and eyes glassy, whining with every breath. Instead he pushed deeper, metal fingers drawing up your body until they held your jaw, squeezing your cheeks, making you look into his eyes.

"What's the matter?" His breath sticks to your face, bumping his nose to yours. "Pushin' me away? C'mon, speak to me."

You can't. That's the problem. It feels like with each pull and push, each pulse around his cock, and every kiss his tip grants your cervix, he drives all linguistic knowledge out of your brain, spilling it from your lips in garbled nonsense and breathy moans.

A whiney hum spills out as you tighten your lips into a line, keeping your jaw firm. You lean back into the pillow, shutting your eyes trying to find any semblance of words, but his hips keep moving. Slower now, yet still as effective, still holding you rigid and perfectly, and tauntingly precise. Rutting the length of himself inside of you while the fuzz of hair that littered the base kept grazing your clit. It isn't until one hand claws at the meat of his shoulder, and the other, the hand that pushed at the chain, leaving tiny dents in it's wake, fisted at the metal.

It clinks as the tags stay dangling from your palm, bumping to and fro.

"Oh, sweetheart," Bucky soothes, the warm metal of his thumb strokes against your bottom lip, slicked with spit and salty with sweat. "We're they botherin' you?"

You nod quickly, leaving a sharp smile on his face, dipping down to leave gentle kisses against your jaw.

"My smart girl," you keen into the praise, leaning deeper into his hand, letting his voice rasp and vibrate into your skin, leaving more room for him to lick and kiss. "Thought you wanted me to stop."

Ardently, you shake your head, ruffling your hair into the pillow behind you.

"No, no stopping. 'M not gonna stop." And he doesn't. His flesh hand replaces your own around the tags and he slots them between his teeth.

Salt and iron cover his tongue, sweat that had dripped from his down body, and your own that had mixed in as it had laid against your own skin, or tapped annoyingly your neck. It makes a dull sound as they sat firmly between his teeth, braced to the side, just where his molars start and his canines dig into the printed letters of his name.

It shouldn't be hot.

The sight of his mouth full, his teeth bared, carrying something precious with an iron grip of his jaw, made your walls pulse. You almost wanted to swap it out, to reach up and take the tags in your own mouth, enveloped in the debauched taste of century old metal, skin and spit.

But its hedonic. You love how he looks. Skin slick, chest heaving, drool already pooling at the edges of the tags, at the corner of his mouth right where his lips met. Animalistic in a way.

"There we go, there we go," his speech muffled, yet still affirmative and firm as he brings back the pace. Making your head drop back and mouth hang open on a gasp, arching your back. The warmth of his palm glides up your torso, leaving goosebumps as he drags up and down, before pulling your leg up by the thigh to latch onto his waist and holding you firmly at the hip. All while holding himself up on his forearm, vibranium fingers holding the top of your head reassuringly, grazing his thumb on your hairline.

He hums, unable to speak with his mouth full, unable to gather the spit about to fall. Your hands claw at the contorting muscles of his shoulder blades, moving to capture his hair between your fingers.

The tug you force has him stuttering, hips pressing to your own, the hair surrounding his base tickles again, right against your nub.

"Oh—fuck," you breathe out, jaw slack and tight all at once, the light feeling of release easing up your back as your thighs begin to tingle and tremble around his torso. "Bucky… Bucky, please."

The rivulets of spit drop, coating your neck and chin, and he follows them down until his hot, wet breath finds your temple. His chest caves with each inhale, keeping his hips up, holding down the pace that has you throbbing up his shaft, your nails digging into his shoulder and thighs shaking. He can feel the ring around the root of him, creamy and white, mixed in with the dark patch of hair.

The tags tinkle dully, let go from the cell of his teeth to lay wet next to your neck. You pay no mind to the slurping sound of him gathering spit from his lips; only staying in the blissed out haze of Bucky's body atop of yours and his pretty cock slapping in and out of you.

"C'mon, c'mon…" he repeats like a mantra, whispering under his breath, heated on the shell of your ear. "You got it, fuck, you feel so good. Wanna cum—cum inside of you, wanna push it in deep, n'keep fuckin' it in… Please, please, please…"

As your nails print crescents into his skin, your mouth holds a jumble of 'yes's to his shoulder. Balm and torrid to the meat of his shoulder, your body locks and a sweet ache begins to release around the stretch of him. Your lips press to his collarbone, muffling the shudders and whines and gasps that release as he fucks you through it, wet slaps and mumbled grunts chorusing together while you jolt and pulse.

It isn't long until he follows through, finishing deep inside, pressing and holding himself as his cock twitches with each spurt of cum. As if awoken from his daze, he keeps his hips moving.

Splatterings of white coat both of your pelvises and thighs, shuddering with overstimulation, muscles limp from overexertion, eyes half lidded and lips parted and red.

Bucky slowed himself as your jerking lessened and your teeth bared to hiss at the mild pain, and his dick softened. He watched, holding himself up with his knuckles to the pillow, guiding the softer limb to stay inside of your full warmth, uncaring about the mess that now coats his fingers — absentmindedly licking them off like candy residue.

Sighs and soft groans alike leave you both as he slips out. Your nails caress his torso, gliding gently up the red marks you printed on his back, down to the sensitive muscles of his ass, making him twitch and press his hips to yours again with a stifled laugh to your jaw.

"Careful, might get hard again before I can clean you up." He kisses and breathes you in, holding you into his body as your fingers hold their gentle rhythm.

You huff a lazy version of a laugh, nosing against the sweet smell of sweat where his neck meets his shoulder.

"Oh no, how awful," You croak sarcastically. The weakness in your voice makes you both laugh fully, rumbling chests pressed against one another, cheeks tight with smiles, and eyes watching with warm fragments. After a short moment of silence, of lungs catching up, you follow down the column of his neck to where his dog tags laid lopsided on your chest, and hummed. "I liked that thing you did."

"'That thing'?" He pressed, smirking, lowering his voice. "I've got many things goin' for me, sweetheart, be specific."

Another laugh breaks, crinkling your eyes at the corners, playfully pushing at his chest.

"That dog tag thing, you know, putting them in your mouth."

"You liked that?"

You nodded, fervently. "Uh-huh. Very much."

His lips move into a soft smile, catching the slick metal cards between his fingers to bring them up.

"That so?" He teases quietly, dragging them across your bottom lip, leaving the dewy residue to sit, sliding them just between the seam of your lips only to jut it out with a pop. "Maybe next time you can hold them for me?"

With your tongue poking out, you get a taste of the flavour that pooled alongside Bucky's own tongue. Musky and sour, tangy with body heat. And with a soft press on your thigh, you know that you're under a limit.

"Next time meaning five minutes?" You prod, tilting your head innocently. "Haven't even gotten cleaned up and it seems like little Sergeant Barnes is reporting for duty."

With a tut, he holds your chin, shaking his head. "Nuh-uh, fuck that and your smart mouth. Open wide, hold tight."

You obey and bite down as he slots the tags between your teeth, tugging at the chain twice to test out your grip. You scrunch your nose and furrow your brows, playfully pulling back at the chain. The grotesque brackishness of the tester you got grips you fully and drips down your throat.

"'Little Sergeant Barnes'," he repeats, sitting up as far as he could to grab ahold on himself. Sticky, wet and just as hard as before. He strokes himself, groaning as he fists tighter at his ruddy tip, coaxing a pearl of precum. Defiantly, he taps his heaviness on your clit. "Keep that up and making sure every inch of you aches with me the next day, understood?"

A giggle bubbles up before you could force it down. He slaps his cock against your clit again, holding and coating it down and between your lips, still creamy and dripping his own release, bullying your button with his tip. Your whine is muffled between your teeth as you bear them down.

"Understood?" He pushes, voice firmer, harsher, and you nod, heart racing, ribs already quivering. The sounds of your joint bodies squelch louder and louder, as your head lays dizzier and dizzier, but his voice whispers so soft and the way he terrorises and hounds your insides brings stars to the corners of your eyes.

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[girrlsoinlove]

HOW WAS THE ETERNAL SUNSHINE CONCERT??

absolutely beautiful 😭😭😭😭 it was seriously an out of this world experience, i cried so much (did i sob to yes, and? yes… and?) her vocals were insanity in person. she’s so stunning and angelic and hahqbwjwnansnana the post concert depression is hitting insanely hard rn

quick yap sesh but there were a few malfunctions, the main one being her mic/the speakers (?) cut out during eternal sunshine which is one of my favorite songs and we couldn’t hear her up in the nosebleeds, but thankfully the crowd showed up and sang the whole song which was really amazing to see! and before she came out the curtain wouldn’t drop so she went under it and said hi lol she’s adorable

[girrlsoinlove]

I ALSO JUST HAVE TO SAY i realized i was in the same room as zendaya . what i can’t really wrap my head around that

[buckyscaptain]

girl dinner | bucky barnes x fem reader

authors notes: babies first smut is here!! this didn't start out as smut, it was supposed to be innocent and fluffy but i ended up in a mood and here we are. it's a little rough around the edges but we move. (will cry if anyone's mean about it x) did write this with beefy cw bucky in mind but this picture fit the moodboard better so it's up to you really.

warnings: 18+, mdni!!, oral (f receiving), fingering, smidge of degradation in the middle, pussy pronouns (blink and you'll miss it), smidge of a praise kink, hair pulling, not proofread so all my mistakes are my own, i think i've got everything?? please feel free to let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 1.4k

summary:

a lazy day ends with girl dinner and you trying to explain the concept to bucky, who decides to put his own spin on it.

it was a lazy day, the kind where time seemed to slip through your fingers like sand no matter how hard you tried to hold onto it. at some point it had started to rain, beating against the glass as the smell of fresh earth filtered in through the window and mixing with the candles you'd lit. bucky had claimed one corner of the sofa, blanket half draped over him as he read his book, you'd taken the other side, scrolling mindlessly through your phone until you'd gotten up to go and grab dinner.

which was simple enough.

until it wasn't.

"the hell is that?" his book dropped into his lap as he watched you walk back in like you weren't carrying a plate of whatever that was. you shrugged as you sat down next to him and balanced the plate on your lap. "okay, so… the last of the cake we got from the farmers market, string cheese times two, goldfish crackers, and some strawberries." you pointed out each thing, perfectly arranged so none of it would touch and contaminate anything else because god forbid. "girl dinner." you smiled as picked up a strawberry and took a bite, the juices staining the corner of your lips.

he blinked at you once before he looked down as your plate and then back up at you. "girl dinner… that's not—none of that goes together." he thought that he'd seen everything the modern world had to offer at this point, every tiktok, every trend—until this one sneaked up on him in his own living room. "is that even legal?" you snorted as you fed him a cracker, shaking your head. "you lived through the great depression, bucky, you've probably seen worse than this." he just shook his head as he watched you explain it all completely seriously.

"this is like girl math all over again." he was still minorly traumatised by the fact you confidently believed that things were free if you used cash instead of your card or the fact you were actually saving money by buying more things to get free delivery. "eh, not really. this is better than girl math because you get whatever you want for dinner. you should try it sometime, it's not that hard. dinner is just a concept made up society anyway."

he laughed at that, properly laughed as he bumped his shoulder against his. "hey!" you protested, looking utterly offended which was diminished by grin spreading across your face. "it's true! why should we stand around for hours to make something that we're going to eat in like ten minutes, when this does exactly the same thing, y'know?" he nodded solemnly like you'd just handed him state secrets instead of an opinion. "you say the same thing about matcha." you rolled your eyes as you shuffled closer, worming your way under his blanket and curling yourself against his side. "matcha is different. matcha tastes like grass and i'm convinced that it's some kind of brainwash of the masses thing. no offence." you were guilty of having opinions on a lot of things—one of the things he loved the most about you— but matcha was high up on that list because it made no sense at all.

"none taken." he huffed as he snaked his arm around you shoulders, metal hand rubbing circles against your shoulder as you carried on eating. "you do have a point, though. it's like blended up grass that people pay for the privilege of. what's wrong with a normal cup of coffee, huh? kids these days. but…" he reached over and plucked the plate from your hands despite your protests, setting it down on the coffee table.

"i can think of something else i'd rather have for dinner, for the record." he lay you down against the couch, hands warm against your sides as they slipped under your t-shirt. a whine left the back of your throat as your back arched up off the couch as you tried to chase his touch—heat already brewing between you thighs. "not fair…" you breathed softly as his fingers hooked under the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down slowly. he pressed a kiss just above your navel, using his nose to nudge your t-shirt up. "who said anything about fair? life's not fair." he murmured against your skin as his kisses trailed lower and lower until he reached the waistband of you underwear, pulling back just enough to look up at you.

you were wrecked already, an effect that only he'd ever managed to have on you. he put his hands on you and suddenly your brain turned to mush and you'd never had a cohesive thought in your life, and you were okay with that. your hands flew out on instinct, fingers curling around his hair and tugging as your underwear joined your shorts somewhere on the floor. "bucky…" you whined as he nudged your legs apart with his shoulders as he settled between them. "just trying to see my girl, look at her. so wet for me already, you're so easy sometimes."

your hips jumped up as dived in, his tongue flattening against your clit as his way of easing you in before he really started, circling and sucking and teasing as you turned into a trembling mess underneath him, hands still tugging at his hair. the way your thighs tremble around his head feels like a reward, paired with the moans and whines spilling from you freely. it's almost like a game for him, seeing how much he can pull from you. "fuck—you can't—oh god, don't stop, please…" you were vaguely aware of the words that were spewing out from you as his hands come up to your hips, vibranium cool against overheated skin as he pinned you down to try and stop the squirming.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his chin already dripping with your slick as a grin spread across his face. "you want me to stop, baby? you gotta use your words for that, c'mon. you're a big girl, or have you gone all shy on me?" he cooed as one hand slipped down from you hip, brushing past your thigh. "poor baby, dumb already. look at you." his words snapped something inside of you, the last of your restraint crumbling as your hips bucked wildly and he stopped trying to hold them down.

"please. please, fuck—i—" you whimpered as he slipped a finger inside, crooking it just right but it wasn't enough. it was never enough. you needed the stretch, needed to be fuller. "more. you need—i need more." you pleaded, and who was he to deny you? he slipped another finger inside, moving them rhythmically as he hit that spot that had you seeing stars as you repeated his name over and over again like a prayer. you rutted against his hand shamelessly as you chased the friction—anything to get you over the edge.

when you did reach it, it felt like a live wire running straight through you.

every muscle in your body seized up as it burst like dam, your climax washing over you as you saw nothing but white for a couple of seconds as you lost yourself in the pleasure. it tore through you in waves and for a minute, you thought it was never gonna end. "that's it, baby. that's it. you did so well. look at how good you were for me. good girl." he murmured as he guided you through it, sitting back on his heels as he wiped his chin with the back of his hand. everything softened as he looked down at you underneath him, panting and writhing—your skin flushed from exertion. "hey, look at me." he reached down and tipped your chin up until your eyes found his. "you good?"

you blinked at him slowly, your body shuddering through an aftershock, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. "can't feel my legs, you bastard." you huffed as your hands finally left his hair, shoving his shoulder weakly instead. he chuckled as his thumb traced lazy circles against the inside of your thigh. "it was all that talk about dinner." he teased. "made me hungry for my girl, can you blame me? you can keep your girl dinner, i'm good right here."

[beafond]

i love when he’s glossy

[girrlsoinlove]

HOW WAS THE ETERNAL SUNSHINE CONCERT??

absolutely beautiful 😭😭😭😭 it was seriously an out of this world experience, i cried so much (did i sob to yes, and? yes… and?) her vocals were insanity in person. she’s so stunning and angelic and hahqbwjwnansnana the post concert depression is hitting insanely hard rn

quick yap sesh but there were a few malfunctions, the main one being her mic/the speakers (?) cut out during eternal sunshine which is one of my favorite songs and we couldn’t hear her up in the nosebleeds, but thankfully the crowd showed up and sang the whole song which was really amazing to see! and before she came out the curtain wouldn’t drop so she went under it and said hi lol she’s adorable