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@thebancrofts
super fancy legit pinned post incoming! hi! you can call me elle. i'm 25, use she/they pronouns, and welcome you to my rp blog!! this blog will be mostly smut/kink focused, please follow/interact at your own discretion and minors dni!
rules // muses // wanted opp: theo | nova // wanted plots: theo | nova
Outtakes from Tom Holland's portraits for The Crowded Room press
Charlie's back arched and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She would have been embarrassed by the pained whimper that croaked out of her red lips if his fingers didn't feel so good. Her teeth scraped over her lower lip, gaze flickering from his strong hand to his eyes.
She breathed into a shaky sigh, her knees bucking beneath her weight, fingertips pressing into the top of her piano. "Fuck, that feels so good," she whispered, speaking as much to herself as she was to Theo. Her hips jerked back towards his hand, biting back another desperate moan:
"I want you to fuck me, Theo."
what more encouragement would a man ever need than that?
he had charlie, of all people, bent over, wet, and all but begging for him. he stroked her pussy a second time, as if he needed reassurance that she actually did want him. and when he got it? he had to make a mental not to not let it get to his head, not with the way his grin stretched wide enough to hurt his lips.
his fingers snaked around the thin strip of fabric, the only thing keeping him from her wet pussy. he sighed dreamily at her warmth, her wetness, and how she responded to every touch with pleasure.
"just like this?" he teased and curled his finger, then inserted a second digit. "or do you need more?" then, slowly, he began pumping into her.
"Oh, yeah?" An amused chuckle flowing past her lips, looking over at the other. "Six hours is a long time... Wouldn't want you to die of boredom. That's the point of me being here, right?" Smiling cutely as she settled closer towards Nova, biting her bottom lip as she draped a leg over hers, making Daniela's skirt ride up her thigh. This was kind of unlike her, taking off when she had classes and job to travel around with her girlfriend, damn the consequences, damn responsibilities. But the other made it seem so tempting and just starting to date the other girl, she couldn't comprehend being away from her. So, she packed up a bag's worth of clothes and other things and got into the tour bus. "I have some ideas... Maybe we should share and see if we're thinking the same things...?" her voice trailed she moved closer, delivering a soft kiss at Nova's neck.
[ 💋 — @thebancrofts ]
nova let her head roll to the side to offer all of the exposed skin of her neck to daniela. "mm, might not even be necessary, it feels like we're on the same page." her arm snaked around the brunette's waist to pull her in closer. that was, if it were even possible to do so. her lips pulled away only to brush their noses together. she then grinned, as mischievous as ever. "but i do have a room with a door on it, you know. i mean, i'm happy to just keep kissing you here..." her words trailed off to follow her gaze to the driver in the front seat. "but maybe we should go find some privacy for their sake, yeah?"
"Jokes on you, I happen to love I Spy and would always dominate my sister whenever we played it. She's an artist, too. Details are supposed to be her thing which somehow makes it sadder...for her, anyways, not me. You've got a reigning champ in your midst. You should be intimidated." Char raised her own brow in response, her curiosity piqued. "Tempting," she tapped a finger against her lips, trying to convey the image of being deep in thought. "I don't mind the idea of going back to your room, and if you wanna go on a little trip, I'm all good with that. Me, though?" Considering the way they were sitting, she stretched her leg out in an attempt to graze at Nova's thigh with her foot. "This time around, I'd like to enjoy it sober. I wanna remember every single rule of the game and any demonstration of how to play it...which means you better make it really memorable, Bancroft."
"you need to stay sober to remember the rules to i spy?" nova's smile made the corners of her eyes crinkle and she snorted, then she stopped. "wait, are there, like, actual rules to that game? or are you fucking with me?" she raised her brow and grinned, letting a hand stretch out to grab her leg, letting her thumb graze over her skin. "fine, we can play. you wanna start then?"
open to: f/nb plot: your muse got caught sneaking backstage at nova's band's show connections: plsss give her a groupie/fan/whatever
"you know you could get into a fuck ton of trouble if someone catches you back here." with no regard to the other, the venue, or anyone else around them, she lit the cigarette that hung from her mouth then offered the pack. "you smoke?"
Charlie gasped, as if she'd been caught.
Smooth as ever, she played it off as intentional, but even she was taken aback by how wet she was. When Theo pressed against the fabric of her panties, she heard it. The sound forced a blush across her cheeks. Her facade faded for only a moment to curse underneath her breath.
"Maybe I'm just liking this new side of you. I wish he came out to play earlier." She bit back a grin when she found her footing again, swaying her hips to tempt him further. "I know you'll give in and give me what I want eventually. There's no way you won't. Not when you have me here, practically naked, bent over like this for you." She glanced over her shoulder to flash him a smirk. "Most people would be so lucky."
i wish he came out to play earlier.
the words rang loud and clear in his eardrums. so he was right. she was teasing him. and hey, maybe it was just the wine talking, but it sure sounded like the implication was that charlie had thought about this before. charlie coleman-- the woman that was once a headline in the paper, a photo on his phone with a million likes- wanted him. had the powerful feeling that gave him taken over anyone else, they would have bordered on dangerous.
he let his grin spread and gave her ass another slap- harder this time. "maybe i will, but i wanna hear you say it." another, then he rubbed the skin to soothe it, then let his fingers find her wet panties again. one pushed in through the fabric, painfully slow. "come on, charlie. be a good girl and tell me what you want."
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
While Theo's words left Charlie giggling, the swift spank that followed made her moan. She didn't have to glance over her shoulder to know that he left a red mark on her ass, but she did exactly that: her gaze fell on her bare skin, then trailed up to Theo, red lips tugging into a wicked grin.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Theo," she taunted, locking her eyes with his, desperate for a reaction as good as his last. Her hips wiggled with every word, enough to brush up against him and paint an appetizing portrait of her round, red ass. "It sounds to me like you were just looking for an excuse to bend me over like this."
oh, fuck. charlie was going to kill him, that much was certain. theo's skin flushed, his hands trembled, his dick throbbed and threaten to burst open his fly all on it's own. had she really been teasing him this whole time? had she really wanted him this whole time? had she noticed the way he looked at her, with longing, lingering glances and wide eyes and cheeks tinged red whenever they made eye contact?
and now, here she was, bent over her favorite thing in the world, smirking. taunting him. theo felt like his brain was ready to explode.
he responded with a newfound self-assuredness that even caught him off guard: "so what if i was, coleman?" he punctuated his question with another slap of her ass, the jiggle enough to make him moan. "it doesn't sound like you're complaining." his eyes fell to her panties, followed by his fingers, tracing the damp fabric. "in fact, it feels like you're enjoying this a little too much..."
"You'll survive," Charlotte quipped back with a small smirk. Life on the road was not what she was accustomed to, not in this way. Before she dropped out of university, Char's entire world was pre-med books and late night study sessions. Maybe this was where she was always meant to be; the former golden child, now tarnished and wasting away in a tour bus. She didn't hate it. It gave her a chance to actually live a bit instead of being stuck in her own, sardonic little universe and surrounded by the academia that was never her real calling. "Oh yeah?" She raised a brow, teeth skimming her own bottom lip as she smiled wider. "What are you thinking? Maybe some 'I Spy'? That's a pretty fun one, but fair warning, I'll kick your ass."
"that can't really be where your mind went." nova snorted into a laugh and bit the corner of her nail. nasty habit, sure, but she couldn't exactly chain smoke the way she wanted to on the bus. "you wanna play a game, that's fine, but i was hoping we could get into a little bit more trouble than that." always the bad influence. her brow shot up with a smirk. "i've got some shrooms stashed in my room. or if we just wanna go back. there anyway, the door does lock. driver's gotta focus on the road, anyway."
Taylor Swift on Saturday Night Live (October 14, 2023)
open to: f/nb plot: your muse is married and having an affair with theo connections: ex, childhood friend, maybe somethin spicy like this agent/publisher??
"no, it's fine. really. i know you only ever call when they're not around." though he did nothing to hide his frown, his heart heavy with grief. "let me guess, another work trip? how many days do we have this time?"
i hate you so fucking much kidnapped gf × your cunt likes me and that's all that matters to me kidnapper gf
Charlie shivered beneath Theo’s touch. Her body draped over the lid of the piano at his gentle command, hips wiggling in anticipation. “Mm, I didn’t realize I was supposed to be following orders here.” She bit back a giggle. Nothing about the Theo she knew could have prepared her for this, but it would be a lie to say she wasn’t fond of these kinds of surprises.
“So what are you gonna do about it, then? Punish me?” She glanced over her shoulder with a mischievous, challenging grin. The sway in her ass was enough to show him just how eager she was for whatever he’d planned next. “You didn’t even give me any rules to follow. Are you just going to keep making them up as we go along?”
“sure, keep mouthing off like that and i will.” just to prove his point, his hand came down on her bare ass cheek. the smacking sound her skin made him shiver. he repeated the action on the other cheek, grinning at how red she turned so quickly. his hand trailed up her back, savoring the feeling of her porcelain skin. “my only rule is that you’re gonna be a good girl and do what i say. how does that sound?”
his fingers connected with her scalp and combed through her hair while his free hand grabbed her ass. “now, are you finally going to admit to teasing me?” he squeezed. “are you finally going to admit that you knew exactly what you were doing putting on that dress?”
open to: f/nb plot: your muse joined nova on tour. time to make the long drive a little more interesting! connections: gf/partner, bandmate, assistant, groupie, up to yooou!
"how long until we get into town? six hours?!" nova threw her head back and groaned. no matter how many upgrades her tour bus got, it seemed like she would never get used to the long drives on tour. "any ideas of what we can do to kill the time?" she smirked. "i can probably name a few."
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theo grunted in frustration, letting go of the fistfuls of the woman’s dress in his hands. god, he wanted her. badly. and acting on those urges was nearly impossible, not when her kid was in his class and would likely get walked through the door literally any moment now.
he pulled away and sighed. “i’m sorry- maybe we shouldn’t do this. should i go?”
