new romantics

Floyd took a deep breath as she asked the unavoidable question. His fingertips, which had once danced across the soft skin of her shoulder, stilled briefly. “It was my mother,” he admitted, and as if destiny itself knew better, the rain suddenly began pouring outside. It was the kind of weather that made it easier to stay put in the grand castle. Floyd was truly worried about her, despite the fact that she could take care of herself better than anybody, certainly better than he could, fleeing from the dispute. Yet the mere thought of living a life without her seemed unbearable to him. She was his everything, his soulmate, the light of his life. “I know you do. With the snap of a finger, once your powers return. Call it a habit of an old man, but I still worry about you. A life without you…” he spoke calmly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

Ah, fuck. His mother for fuck's sake. Cassandra nodded her head understandingly. "Where is she now?" She asked softly, her blue eyes drifting momentarily to the window to see the rain fall. Instinctively, she snuggled closer to Floyd. He might be cold, but there's a warmth that came from him regardless, something that it was always demanding of her to come closer. "You are cute..." she smiled lovingly. "I like that you worry about me" she admitted, her eyes warm with affection. "I worry about you too... a lot, to be honest".

#cassandra&floyd002

vicedmuses

when the host told him not to stop, there was no more holding back from the man. even though he already forgot the client that he came to the party with, this was slowly being engraved into his memory. he started to thrust his hips at a faster pace than before, not letting up anymore. his balls were swinging freely, crashing into his body.

arvid let out a couple of months as his hand pumped nate's cock a couple of times. "gonna let me fuck the cum right out of you?" he smirked darkly, letting their lust for each other carry him.

nate had many, many years of whoring around. he tried almost everything at least once. he was a thrill seeker and it's been a while since he found someone who caught his eye like arvid. the way he was fucking him was delicious, it was raw, wild and with no restraints: just how he liked it.

he let out a pathetic and desperate whimper when he took his cock. "fuck yeah, i am, sir" he choked out a moan. "you can do anything you want, daddy..." it was a promise.

#nathaniel&arvid001

“You’re a hard working man… with a tendency to be oh so bad, so much of the time…” Lola murmured, a sense of huskiness about her tone. She couldn’t help the approving hum that came from her when he pressed that sensual kiss to her neck, in the sweet spot of hers that he loved to exploit. Lola was never one to complain when Declan did so, because she loved his kisses against her neck.

Of course, as Declan then continued by pressing kiss after kiss there, Lola couldn’t help but sigh and moan instead of hum, the sounds growing shakier and her posture growing weaker in his hold. Before she could say anything, though, Declan made the next move, sinking to his knees in front of her. Despite how obviously affected she was by his kisses, Lola still grinned down at him. “Good boy…” she teased, the woman still able to play even as her panties were getting wetter by the second at the prospect of her husband eating her out.

@spellbindingnights

Declan smirked at her. "Well, love, someone has to keep it fun" he winked at her playfully. He kissed her neck, just how he knew she would enjoy it. His lips marked his territory, claiming her once again and even if she wore a ring on her finger. Declan would claim every bit of her over and over and over, for as long as she let him.

"Ah, never been accused of that" he teased when she called him a good boy. His hands ran upside down her leg, caressing her calf slowly. He pressed a teasing kiss on his inner thigh and proceeded to pull down her panties. "Mmm... hot" he mused as he took the underwear to his nose and inhaled deeply. "I am keeping these" he murmured, putting them into his pocket.

@smokecut

#declan&lola001

Luke moaned as a nonverbal answer to his question, lips remained enclosed around his hard erection. He didn‘t bother to break the eye contact, nor wipe the tear of pleasurable pain from deep throating Andrew. He needed this to badly. Taste him and make him feel amazing, just as amazing as he felt sucking the man‘s cock. His own was pressing against his denim jeans, while he kept going. Slow and deep at first before picking up his pace, becoming a little greedy, a little sloppy even.

Ah, he was a fucking beauty, wasn't he? Andrew admired at the man kneeling before him. "Go on, that's it..." he said encouragingly as he felt the wet saliva coating all of his cock. "Such a pretty sight..." he groaned, unable to stop himself from carefully thrusting into his mouth. "Go on, I know you can take it, don't be shy..." he cooed as he slowly began to fuck his mouth.

#andrew&luke001

Alejandro gave his growing erection a couple of controlled, dry strokes back and sloppy kisses from his lips, jawline down to his neck. Grazing his teeth against his thin skin underneath his ear before sliding down to his knees. Giving him a taste of what to expect for tonight, Alejandro bobbed his head as he suckled Gianni‘s cock. His hands grabbing on his hips and behind to his rear, squeezing and groping his flesh. Usually he liked his cock being sucked, but sensing the weight of his hard member against his tongue, hearing and feeling him react, made it just as satisfying for the moment. He moment against his tip, blinking up through his lashes, smirking devilishly as he kept on teasing his mushroomhead.

"Oh, fuck..." he breathed quietly as he felt Alejandro's warm and inviting mouth on him. His hand immediately landed on his head, his fingers tangling on his hair. "Fuck, yeah... that's it..." he moaned softly. It's been a while since he had been with a man, and everything always felt way more intense than it felt with women, maybe because his encounters with the same sex were not as frecuent. The forbidden factor was always a turn on for Gianni. "More, please..."

#gianni&alejandro001

archivist-goldfish

Bella Heathcote

#muse: grace

luvbait

#muse: lily

Asher nodded at Holly’s agreement of his rationale about a lack of guilt of them sleeping together. He sensed she had more thoughts on the matter, why wouldn’t she? It was hardly routine to sleep with the son of your ex-boyfriend, but then they knew each other well, had chemistry and they were far closer in age than Roman and she. Still, such considerations and questions were ones that’d undoubtedly spoil the morning if they dwelled on them for too long.

So, instead of that, Asher simply smiled and nodded to her agreement. Instead, at her question about whether it was hard to have Roman as a father, Asher thought for a few moments. “Yes… and no,” he began, still evidently mulling over his answer even as he spoke. “I mean, I wouldn’t be where I am today without him. Music, a career I love, the opportunities that let’s be honest the son of a rockstar gets much easier than normal folk…” Asher had always recognised the advantages he had being a nepo baby. “But, on the flip side… Dad was away a lot as we grew up. Tours, media, band practice, all that stuff. He wasn’t absent, he wasn’t cold or distant… but, well, you can imagine how having a famed dad like him made him more like a… god, or a mystical figure in a movie than a normal, always there, regular dad.”

As he finished, Asher realised he’d divulged more than he’d originally planned, and whilst he had no desire to hide anything from someone he trusted like Holly, he also grinned a little bashfully and shrugged, a chuckle following. “Sorry if that was too much for so early in the morning,” he added, chuckling again.

@spellbindingnights

Holly listened and she listened attentively and then nodded understandingly. She may not have a famous parent, but she did have a famous sister who had made a name for herself way before Holly could even dream of becoming a musician. "I understand" she said softly. "I mean, he's not the same, but it can be hard to grow in the shadow of a famous relative" she smiled sympathetically.

"I mean, I love Isabella, but when I was younger it was hard; she has always been this force of nature, so beautiful, desired by everyone, so perfect and I was there... trying my best and failing miserably" she admitted with a dry chuckle. She had a turbulent youth, struggled with addictions and terrible choices in men. "And even when I started with music, I was not 'Holly Sinclair, I was Isabella's rebellious sister, it took me many years to make a name for myself" she confessed, figuring she might as well share some of her story too.

"Roman loves you and your brothers... I know that much, he would never shut up about all of you and how talented you all were" she smiled slightly. "Which he was right, by the way, you Wildes are like an arts' dynasty" she chuckled softly.

@smokecut

#holly&asher001

Blake raised a brow curiously at the mention of his new agent, Marina, and his comparison. “If she reminds you of me, then she must be more than just good at her job.” The blonde smirked confidently. She had never liked his former agent anyway, an average manager with a small-man complex who kept trying to pair him with stylists other than her. Blake assumed he was simply afraid of women. And honestly, he better be, because women did everything better anyway.

“She was. Never got to live her dream, but made the best of her circumstances,” Blake said softly when talking about her grandmother. Her gaze drifted between him and the rack of clothing she had designed, a sly smirk appearing on her lips. “Atlas, babe, you’re not just going to take a look. I didn’t build up this entire monologue about my inspirations and designs just for you to keep your clothes on. Get undressed and try them on.” Blake’s eyes lit up with excitement at the thought of finally seeing him wear her creations. And honestly, there was no one better than Atlas she could imagine wearing her designs, no one she trusted more with the thing she loved doing most. Truthfully, he didn’t stop by nearly as often as she wished he would, though she would never say that out loud. Instead, she tried to show it in subtle, nonverbal ways, through fashion, through attention, through him.

"Well, I don't know her as much as I know you, but she is very competent, so" he shrugged his shoulders. Plus, she wasn't as attractive as Blake was, nor she didn't make his mood improve or heartbeat increase like Blake did. However, that wasn't something he had ever told his stylist because he didn't want to make things awkward between her.

Atlas nodded his head understandingly, listening to every word she said. However, when she went on about her speech and ordered him to take his clothes off, he couldn't help but to chuckle and shook his head slowly. "So bossy, darling" he grinned, his british accent posh and thick. He took off his cashmere sweater and then began to unbutton his shirt as he kicked off his shoes. "When are you going to visit me in London?" He asked, taking off his shirt.

#atlas&blake001

sarawritesx

Tobias loved the way he could feel Atlas' cock growing harder in his grasp, and how the other was thrusting his hips into his hand. Lust has taken over him, it was dirty and very much a need, and obviously, Atlas felt the same way with how they both were all over each other right now. It only proved how much they desired one another for a long time since it all blew up in such way. "Oh fuck me..."Tobias cursed in a moan as Atlas got him out of his pants. "Yeah, right away."he said in a huskier tone, and kicked his pants off completely as he stepped back to sit on the bed, his cock standing hard and twitching with pure lust for the man. "Show me how filthy your mind is, baby..."Tobias teased and let his hand pump his cock a couple of times as his eyes took in the others figure. @spellbindingnights

There was so much he wanted to do to this man that he didn't know where to start, but he did know, actually, deep down. For a moment, he admired him in his full naked glory. Holy fuck. He was going to be the death of him and he was totally fine with that. "Mmm... those are dangerous words, darling" he whispered softly as he removed his shirt, his expensive suit pants on still. Slowly, he got to his knees and settled himself in between Tobias' legs. His hands caressed his thighs as the other man pumped his cock. "Fucking beautiful" he mused softly. Atlas liked to watch, always had, so this was a treat. "May I?" He smirked up at him.

@sarawritesx

#atlas&tobias001

sarawritesx

"Chicken fingers and mozzarella sticks. Look, whatever stays, we'll get to go, so it's alright."Mike mused with a nod. "I never thought of baby names before... I mean, I thought i'd never have any so I never gave it too much thought. When my brother was about to become a dad and asked me for a name suggestion I sad Rex, to which he got mad because baby is not a dog?"he shrugged and chuckled at the memory. "But I'll do better with our baby names, promise."he mused. "I hope a girl."he said without any second thought. "Will be happy with either, of course - but part of me would really love a little princess for starters."he said with a warm little smile and looked away from Alma only when the waitress approached them to take the order. "Lady first."he mused, gesturing towards Alma. @spellbindingnights

Alma nodded her head with a smile. "Alright, yes, that sounds good" she said cheerfully. "Oh my God" she chuckled at his story and shook her head slowly. "The first thing that came to my mind was not a dog but a dinosaur" she grinned happily. "We are not naming our baby Rex, so yeah" she hummed softly. "I was thinking that maybe a name that sounds good in spanish and in english? Like Martin or Maria... I'm not naming our baby Ashley or Dylan..." she scrunched up her nose at the thought of it. Nothing wrong with those names, but her heritage was important to her. "Oh my God, babe... you are such a girl dad, stop" she cooed softly, her eyes widening hopefully. The waitress approached to them and Alma smiled.

"Hi, I'd like a strawberry milkshake, a glass of water, curly fries and chicken fingers..." she said cheerfully before looking at Mike, and ignoring the eyes the waitress was making him.

@sarawritesx

#alma&michael003

sarawritesx

Even though she could see Salvador was a pretty well-built guy and could defend himself, she had to agree with his statement - she has seen other men try to defy Peanut and the outcome was never pretty. As he said they could hang out without the excuse of him inking her, Elisia chuckled. "I do like a good espresso... The girls might tease me, but it's not like they already aren't."she laughed softly. Elisia always threw looks towards his tattoo shop and after their last conversation in front of it when she invited him to this event, the girls have been all over her case. Her smile grew brighter as he placed a hand on her hip, it was a very soothing kind of touch, not the possessive one some men might try on her. "I think I got to go backstage check on the girls - you wanna join me? They'll probably like to say hello to you."she wiggled her brows, it wasn't a secret he attracted many looks from the girls that worked or attended the dance school. "And if things continue this smooth, perhaps I can get out early... So we can get out of here."Elisia suggested with pursed lips as she let her fingers trail along the side of his arm. @spellbindingnights

"Do they tease you?" He rose his brows rather surprised, though there was a fond smile on his lips. It was a good thing he worked by himself and didn't have anyone around him teasing about how he would sometimes just get lost in Elisia's beauty as she walked past his shop. At her question, he nodded his head. "Sure" frankly, he would go wherever she wanted to. He only had eyes for her anyways. "Lead the way, pretty girl" he smiled.

"Well, let's just keep our fingers crossed" he didn't want to assume anything about tonight, but he did want to have some privacy with her and get to know her better. It was difficult doing it here in the club full of people.

@sarawritesx

#salvador&elisia001

vicedmuses

this was a dangerous game that they were playing. arvid knew how he got when someone captured his attention and he wouldn't be able to leave. nate was going to have a lot to deal with. yet he didn't want to think about stopping this.

and it was only the first night? "tell me if it's too much for you." he whispered before leaning down to kiss him. at the same time, he continued to thrust his hips slowly. inching himself deeper inside of nate. he wanted to fill him up, but didn't want it to hurt.

most of his fucks during his parties were fun, but nate forgot about them the second they finished. however, there was something about arvid, something wicked and potentially addictive. could be a dangerous game to play, but nate never really gave a fuck about those things.

his eyes rolled to the back of his head, the pleasure spreading through him like wildfire. it felt so fucking good, he could almost see the stars. "don't you dare stop..." he hissed.

#nathaniel&arvid001

ofginjxints

He couldn't quite explain how his chest ached as soon as her hand left his face.

Letting out a small chuckle, Dylan shrugged. He wasn't quite sure how their relationship had unfolded like it had. The first time he had called her, it was all he had wanted. Companionship. The feel of someone's arms around him. That's what she provided.

Then it happened again. He called and she came.

Then again.

And again.

It reached a point where that was all he wanted from her, he didn't even want anything more, especially not transactionally. It grew complicated, especially, when he realised he was starting to fall for her.

"I know I can." He nodded, taking his hand away from hers. "What we have works for me. Does it work for you?" He kicked off his shoes and moved to sit with his back against the headboard.

Ophelia nodded her head understandingly and then made a pause. She was thinking how to say what she wanted to say, her thoughts when it came to Dylan were all over the place. The man moved her in a way that words would never make enough justice when it came to describe it.

Sometimes, a hotel room felt like a home if she would fall asleep with her arms around him. And sometimes, her home wouldn't feel as a home because there was something missing... or more like someone.

"I---" she began but then stopped. "I don't think I can charge you anymore" she finally spoke, looking up at him. "I don't... I don't want to charge you", she admitted softly.

#ophelia&dylan002

Whilst Freya wasn’t capable of clear, rational thought when she was being fucked so well, later on she’d think of just how Brooklyn seemed to be a man sent from the heavens, a young stud there to fuck and worship her in a way that she hadn’t thought possible in the long years since her failing marriage and divorce.

In the moment, however, all Freya could do was moan, cry and scream, each sound exuding delight and desire. Her legs remained weak, her muscles aching and body slack against Brooklyn, his arm easily holding her up and against him. With just how powerfully he pounded her cunt, driving into her over and over, Freya knew she didn’t have long left. Unable to form words still, she began tugging at his wrist, crying out in shrieks and whimpers to try and tell him that she was about to go, though perhaps the fluttering of her walls around his thrusting cock was all the sign he needed.

@spellbindingnights

Ever since he had memory of liking women in a more romantic and sexual way, Brooklyn knew he had a weakness for older women. While his friends were drooling over their classmates, Brooklyn was drooling over their mums or older sisters. So it was no wonder why he felt so drawn to Freya.

He fucked her relentlessly, making it sure that she was not going to forget about him nor the way he made her feel. Brooklyn could feel her walls squeezing his cock tightly and a smug smirk spread across his lips, right before nipping at her neck. "Not yet, angel... not yet" he whispered sensually against her skin. "Not without my permission..." he murmured.

@smokecut

#brooklyn&freya001

“Sounds like a fair compromise,” Rian teased when Quinn suggested they could both do things for each other. The grin remained on his lips even as they kissed, the male as ever unable to resist pecking Quinn’s lips or going in for deeper, more sensual kisses, growls and grunts slipping from him as they continued.

Quinn’s promise that he could stay buried inside her throughout the night, even as they slept, and then after work too, had Rian’s cock twitching and aching, his gaze darkening. “So good to me, princess,” he told her, tone lower and huskier than before. He leaned back in to start kissing her, more heatedly that time, and as he did so, Rian also slid his hands along Quinn’s sides, tugging at her clothes to help get them off.

@spellbindingnights