#00sgoth

[kissmedcadly]

i have no fucking pants on. — @00sgoth

listen, vic's really not like, any better than a man when it comes down to it. she wants to be, she swears she does, but the way her eyes drop within half a second of ian finishing that sentence is proof that she's really, really not. she lets her eyes linger in about the least subtle way she can, like she's afraid that if she looks away, she's going to miss something. she doesn't even know what.

"okay... what's your point?" there's two fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers a moment later, a little tug as she rolls her eyes at him. "you can fix that like, so fuckin' fast." there's a pause where she gives another little tug at his waistband like that will emphasize her point (it won't). 

her eyes drop all over again. "or not, i guess. i'm way okay with multiple activities than don't involve you wearing pants."

[wihlted]

one  -  liner  starter  call   𖹭.ᐟ        ₊˚⊹ᰔ        @00sgoth

       ❛     i  am  the  best  .        for  now  .        dancers     –     ballerinas     –     they  are  like  cannibals  .       and  you  can  think  i  am  joking  or  playing  a  game  .  .  .       but  you  do  not  know  .       you  don't  .    ❜

[devilscheck]

@00sgoth sent [ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more (i'm legally obligated to send at least one spicy one)

ASKBOX FUNTIME !

One would think the noise from SAW playing in the background would ruin whatever lustful breathes fell from her lips now yet it was quite the opposite. There was something about the familiar sound of a horror movie, tangled up with him on the couch that now just seemed like ROUTINE.

Her skirt was making its way further up her thighs, legs wrapped tightly around his waist. That familiar friction between them only made the sounds coming from her lips all the more frequent, the sensation of his length being felt through the layers of fabric that remained.

Still, she ATTEMPTED to keep her cool now as she pulled him into a messy kiss. Trails of lipgloss has already made their way along his lips, a shimmer here and there down his jaw and to his neck. The hands that one before knotted in his hair worked back between them, undoing his belt with little hesitation.

"Don't make me beg," Jennifer's nose nuzzled against his, doe eyes batted. One hand moved to guide his between her legs as her forehead bumped into his. "You're giving me SUCH a wetty right now, Ian. I think I need more of you-" words hummed. "Maybe you could finally like... Take me raw?"

[devilscheck]

@00sgoth LIKED for a HALLOWEEN STARTER !

"If you DON'T want to be a satanic cheerleader with me, all you had to do was SAY so-" Jennifer teased, nose crinkled as a laugh fell from her lips. The pleated black mini skirt complimented the crop top with the numbers 666 in SPARKLY red. She had done EVERYTHING in her power to make the bit humor on as long as possible; there was no reality in which she saw him being able to SERIOUSLY hold a pair of pompoms out in public. THE SHAME or whatever you'd like to call it. "No matter how hot I think you'd be with a little school spirit."

A wink was shot his way as she walked around her room, hand reached to grab a different bag that sat on her makeup chair. She pulled out the Dead By Daylight Devil Scream mask with a grin before tossing it his way. "Okay, let me see your JAZZ fingers now, tough guy." Another giggle followed.

"That's like TOTALLY the demon version of a football player if you ask me."

[wihlted]

but  it's  nice  to  unravel  [  …  ]  ‘cause  it’s  warm  in  your  arms  .

@00sgoth

[devilscheck]

@00sgoth sent 🍿 to watch a romantic movie with my muse (by romantic i mean a holiday slasher)

ASKBOX MEMES ! | always accepting

Maybe there were more COMMERCIALLY cute than either of them wanted to ever be. People rarely perceived either of them to be the soft and cuddly type, a duo that LOOKED far more chaotic than romantic, but they found their moments tucked away from the rest of the world.

Jennifer had never been the type who had fallen into GOOD relationships. Her energy was never properly matched or she found herself getting more and more bored over time. But with Ian, it seemed to be different. There was a certain bit of peace that came with them tangled on the couch, whatever SLASHER film he'd picked playing on the screen before them with the ashtray lightly smoking from a discarded joint.

Her legs were crossed over his lap, her head rested against his shoulder as HALLOWEEN hummed on the screen before them. Mindlessly, her fingers played with his hair, brief moments between SCREAMS on the television that were interrupted by a few soft pecks against the side of his neck.

"What's going to happen next, huh?" she teased with a whisper against his ear, a toying nip followed closely after. "I want a play by play, baby."

[saltcheck]

@00sgoth sent ❛ i don't care if someone sees us. i need you, now. ❜

They were QUITE the pair, weren't they?

Dates were important, or so every ISSUE of Cosmo always declared it to be so. Tucked away in the back of the theater, some vintage slasher film flickered on the screen around them. That was the PERFECT type of date night, the remnants of whatever popcorn they had picked at during the first few minutes of the movie spilled on the floor the moment Jennifer had pushed up the armrest between them.

His words whispered into her ear, the type of HEAT that made her happy she had gotten rid of the piece of AWFUL plastic that had kept them apart. It was hard enough as it was to not INSTANTLY pull herself into his lap, ready to follow similar routines of the past. Instead, her hand moved with ease as her nail traced up his leg and to his inner thigh, anticipation at its finest, Hitchcock would be proud.

"It's going to make one very different sound track for mister murderer," her words cooed back as her lips began to run against his neck. She loved the way the heat of any part of him felt against her, the same intoxicating draw that had got them together in the first place. The noise of the movie continued around them yet she couldn't be bothered to concentrate any longer; she had a new motive. Jennifer moved her hand further up as she moved to undo the button of his jean before the zipper game next.

"Someone's already PREPARED for their own slashing, huh?"

[wihlted]

@00sgoth : [ LOVE ]:  sender  tells  receiver  they  love  them  during.

ian sounds like a dream with serena bouncing in his lap , with all the stamina and melodic rhythm expected from a ballerina. it isn't often that serena takes the lead , but she'd been thinking about him all day ; from waking up alone , to pretending her pas partner was ian instead ❪   his hands aren't like ian's , but she wants them in similar areas . . . running up her thigh as he lifts her , fingers gripping her soft skin . . .   ❫ . she's felt greedy and possessive ever since he picked her up not much earlier.

her thumb holds his head in place by his chin. every command is gentle but strict ; do it now , do it fast. ❛     you're so handsome , so stunning . . .     ❜ serena murmurs , her other hand on the back of the couch to balance herself. ian's hair is thoroughly tousled from her fingers , and his lips are rose - red and well - kissed. he's never looked better than now , needy for her ; and serena is a cartographer of ian's body , every piercing and marking mapped and memorized in her mind. he feels complete inside of her , an evergreen fact that she refuses to face.

i love you.

with no other response , serena pulls ian forward and kisses him. ❪     HE DOESN'T MEAN IT , OKAY ?     ❫ serena has never been the steady rock , but the flighty , frightened dove. ian has her hand - tamed , feeding from his teeth. now the cage snaps shut on her neck ; and serena kisses him harder , rolls her hips against him quicker. ❪     HE DOESN'T MEAN IT !!     ❫

❛     cum inside me , then . . . please , ian ?     ❜ serena says quietly , her lips dragging to his ear. because anything else is safer than possibly saying i love you , too.