#spitsfires

[cruelangcls]

@spitsfires liked for a spicy starter

jax had planned on it being a night of merely dancing. of enjoying himself with the various droves at the bd.sm club. sure, there were darker moments between other patrons, but they weren't really here for that tonight. all of that was quickly being forgotten as the body he had been dancing with for the last two songs had begun to let their hands explore the generous curves jax had on display. head turned back, they licked their lips and pressed further back, "you can touch me. fuck, i wish you would actually."

[selfsabotaqe]

*       ♡     ◞      closed starter      ╱    for @spitsfires​ .

“ you know you don’t have to hold my hand, right? ”

[silverspringed]

           ୨୧          for           @spitsfires​          ,

it   crashes   over   her   like   a  wave   ,   the   lips   they   used   to   kiss   just   to   keep   her   from   going   on   and   on   about   latest   fascination   now   rendered   speechless   ,   pressed   tightly   together   in   a   vow   of   silence   ,   a   sorry   attempt   at   keeping   them   from   trembling   .   ‘   did   it   have   to   be   her   ?   ‘   voice   is   weak   when   she   finally   speaks   ,   betrayal   dripping   from   each   vowel   as   eyes   gleam   with   something   once   so   foreign   :   resentment   .   ‘   fuck   ---   i   could’ve   forgiven   anyone   but   the   one   person   i   always   worried   about   ?   ‘                        

[gatekepts-a]

         ❛ why are you telling everyone we're back together ? ❜ she questions the other, annoyed. ❛ did i miss something here ? i thought we were keeping things under wraps for a little while. ❜ @spitsfires

[gatekepts-a]

         ❛ jesus christ. your nails are too fucking long — cut them. ❜ she examines the scratches on her arms, hissing at the newly broken skin. ❛ and i told you to keep the hickeys below the neck. you're so fucking annoying. ❜ @spitsfires

[cruelangcls]

@spitsfires liked for a spicy starter

there were a few more words said to phoebe by the new client. all of them were met with nods and pleasant smiles- nothing too large. just cordial. "i can't wait to see how your future is here either," she smiled as they retreated out the door with her response. at the shutting sound, the automatic locks went off and phoebe slid out from her desk to see the other's face still stuffed with co.ck. "my, what a long meeting and you've been on your knees the entire time. must have left you wanting, mm?"

[emotionlcss]

﹝closed starter ⇾ @spitsfires​ based on xx ﹞

this wasn’t what stella had expected the first time she had saw the other perform, that it would end up in a situation like  this - one that had her flying to nearly every  show, the backstage access, the perks of getting in good with the singer. sure, people talked, she’d saw her name trending more times than she could count, the labels of her being a  groupie, or a stalker - but none of them knew the truth, and that was the fun of it. she hadn’t planned on setting the record straight, as it didn’t really matter to the girl, people would talk, or think whatever they wanted but it wouldn’t change anything. and she was having fun, knowing that she had the other nearly wrapped around her finger, it was a dynamic she hadn’t expected but was loving nonetheless.

tonight was no different as she’d just landed, picking up her bags and getting into the car that was sent for her. ❝ did you know that i’m stalking you? thats the latest thats going around. ❞ stella finally spoke once she was settled in the car, looking over to the other with a smile, not being able to stop herself from laughing. ❝ it’s kind of fascinating in a way, seeing the stories these people can make up. ❞ 

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

closed starter @spitsfires

as   soon   as   he   hears   someone   knocking   on   his   door,   he   knows   who   it   is.   who   it   must   be.   finally   rising   from   his   leather   chair   after   a   few   seconds   of   silence,   he   opens   the   door   to   his   office,   seeing   exactly   the   face   he   expected   to   see.   his   cold   gaze   doesn't   give   anything   away,   doesn't   show   even   the   slightest   hint   of   the   filthy   desire   affection   and   tenderness   he   feels   for   them.   a   mixture   of   a   hot   and   cold   shower,   of   warmth   on   one   day   and   ignorance   on   the   next,   seems   to   be   his   mating   dance.   "how   can   i   help   you?"