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12. Share a song that matches with your muse! any muse of ur choice!
this fucking scooby doo song is a Luz and Bruno love song i don't care how stupid it sounds i've been obsessed with it for months
Little brother mr hyde
nevermind the darkness
ruby gloom theme song bayBEEEEEEEE
this one is dave and forest interacting lmao
this specific part in this song is majors
Send me ✘ for an aesthetic board about our muses. ( andy & bev )
“ it’s not really an insult. ” //Andy
" you said i looked like i listen to Nickelback. H o w am i not supposed to take that as an insult?? "
[ DISTRACT ] for frank to drive while andy gives them head
It’s quiet in the car, except for the turned down radio playing some Indie Rock. The only light was the street lamps going by, giving momentary clarity in the dark
Andy wasn’t paying any attention to that. He’s draped over the arm rest, head in the older mans lap. One hand still holding onto the waist band of his jeans while the other held the base of his shaft to keep him steady
Head bobs, tongue dragging up and down his shaft. He’s content like this for a new minutes before he pushes his head fully down to his base, tip hitting the back of the throat. He lets out a groan, almost gagging. He pulls up slightly, slowly going tip to base over and over again
His thighs rub together, his hand moving from his lap to slide into his own jeans. Oh how he wishes they could get to this guys hotel room. He’s never been a patient guy and this was too much to bear
He pulls off, letting out a few breathy pants “ I can’t wait anymore “ he mutters, wiping his mouth, “ pull over “ he doesn’t see a problem here, it was some back ass country road in the middle of night. He doubts a cop’ll pop up and give em shit for it.
Eyes stares up at him as he drags his hand up his shaft, thumb rubbing over his tip, “ please? “
[ WINDOW ]: while in a room with floor to ceiling windows, the sender and receiver proceed to have sex up against the window. (daken for andy. because. yah.)
He doesn't know how he keeps getting himself into these situations. Somehow, someway, he gets himself mixed up with with the supers. Maybe the sex was better with the extraordinary.
He wasn't sure how he met him but it was worth it. Daken, he sure knew how to rock his world.
He's currently pressed against the window, one hand gripping his wrist while the other was curled tightly in his hair, making sure he was firmly in place. Though he didn't have to, Andy wouldn't move if his life depended on it. The feeling of is hips slamming into him was too good to give up.
Right now, anyone could see them, his naked form be ravished by the tattooed man behind him. There were bites and scratches littered around his skin, but he didn't mind. It was hot, and if if got him in the mood, he would gladly comply.
Verbally, he's quiet but his eyes are rolled back and the sound of skin hitting skin reverberated around them. His mind is blank, consumed by the feelings. Of being stretched out over and over and over again. It was fast and rough and sensational.
Legs twitch, a groan leaving him as that heat rises in his groin. " da- dak- " he whimpers, free hand reaching back to grip his side, " i'm nnh- i'm c- cl- " he's interrupted by his whimpers, " plea- " he whines
[ BARE ]: brett & andy
[ BARE ]: as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiver’s bare shoulder.
He was quiet for a long moment, gaze fixed on the floor under them. Brett was different than most guys in this office. He was sweet, gentle. Always considerate. It cemented how out of place Brett was here.
This was supposed to be a hook up, a mid shift romp because this shit was truly boring. But he made it different. How the hell was he so considerate and caring? Why to him? Such emotions were reserved for love and relationships. Commitment Andy wanted nothing to do with.
Eyes flicker around the pattern on the carpet, colors blurring and flickering in his hazy state. His fingers press on the fabric of his shirt as that unease settles into his chest. He needs a change of pace, something to distract him from these thoughts.
He turns, shirt slipping out of his hands as he puts his hands on Brett’s shoulders, “ Brett- “ he needs to know this isn’t serious. That he isn’t serious about Andy. “ Slap me “
❛ you make me smile … and also super horny, but that’s not the point. ❜ - brett @ andy
Well he's pretty torn now. On one hand, he's glad he gave him a hard on, it was his job. On the other hand, the thought of making an actual connection with this guy was terrifying.
" can you- " he pops his head back into the collar of his dress shirt, " can you focus on the mission? " they can talk about this later, when J R can't scrutinize them for it
Send me a "?" for something my muse hasn't had the guts to say to yours. - andy & wallace
Send me a "?" for something my muse hasn't had the guts to say to yours.
" be rougher babe "
