#going to hell

[theprettyreckless]

Lyrics for the 10 year anniversary of our album, Going To Hell

[todayontumblr]

Thursday, March 21.

Ten years of Going to Hell.

Cometh the hour, cometh the return of the Tumblr girl. It's the talk of the town. It's so hot right now. Return of the Tumblr girl. So hot.

Everyone is talking about it because, and there's no doubt about it, 2014 Tumblr is back in a big way. Some folk ask if we remember her bedroom (it's never changed.) Others claim that there is more to her outfit than meets the eye. Y'all are real enigmas—yet the internet can't stop talking about you. So mysterious. So hot.

Well, it looks like Tumblr girls of all stripes are going to need their essentials: their string of fairy lights, their neon and/or pastel hair, their Doc Martens, their fishnet tights, and, of course, their copies of The Pretty Reckless' seminal second album Going to Hell. It has just turned ten this past week, and it seems celebrations are in order. The band has shared this little note, for starters, and say that they love you all. Which is just really, really nice.  

[malama-art]

le epic brumis yuri

[icephoenixcom]

It may be time to accept the truth. My mind just works differently... in all the wrong ways.

[m-ayo-o]

he loves to see you…

18+ // explicit sex // characters 21+ // ft. jjk content includes... general filth, like, just... ugh [tw: "master"]

smiling

Satoru wants you on top, he doesn't mind giving you a hand. Just loves to see you bouncing on him, leaning up to suck on your nipples.

He loves seeing your perky tits and pretty face, enjoying yourself, riding him with a giddy smile. Loves knowing that you're so happy because of him. Cums when he bucks his hips up, making you bounce and let out a cute surprised giggle of his name, clinging to the headboard.

swallowing

Toji wants you bent over or bent in half. He asks openly for your dirty underwear so he can get off while you're not home. He loves you needy, horny and begging, especially when you initiate- finds you very amusing and cute.

If he's impatient for you it'll be straight to doggy. He’ll pin you down and push your legs back if he’s in a more intimate, romantic mood.

He'll tell you to open your mouth only for him to release a string of spit onto your tongue. Of all the filthy scenarios that get Toji cumming, watching his girl lick up and swallow his saliva is getting him off today.

talking

Kento loves taking you over his office desk and loves to spoil you rotten. Any time he catches you dropping lunch in for him at reception, he takes you upstairs.

Your voice makes him so weak, you're just chatting and he's getting turned on. Has you bent over in that cute skirt he got you last week as you let out soft “thank yous” and “yesyes daddys”

Needs you to be nice and loud, despite only being a door away from his colleagues while he fucks you brainless. Cums when you tell him “I love you Kento–!” then takes his lunch break with you in the park.

restrained

Megumi is an intense man. He teases you for ages, all day if he can; making you beg, whine and choke, biting, spanking and edging you until you can't take it anymore, then ties you up and calls you pretty.

He doesn't degrade you or do anything too dirty- he'll leave that stuff for daddy. He just needs a little gag in your mouth, your arms behind your back, legs open. Holding onto the rope while he fucks you will make him cum hard.

full

Yuji needs to see you pushed back in a mating press, full of his thick cum with your eyes rolling back. He loves watching it leak out of you, his mouth hanging open as he fingers the liquid back in, getting him hard again in seconds.

His fat cock twitches as he begs to fuck you again so he can “keep the cum inside” leading to him filling you up once more, till you’re overflowing. Eating you out “to clean you” as he fucks the mattress will make him cum for the third time.

crying

Sukuna loves when his sweet girl is groveling at his feet, as everybody should. He prefers you begging stripped, a thick dildo inside you, wrists bound, pleading, “Sukuna– master, p-please–”

He needs to see your pained expression as he replaces the dildo with his fatter cock. Loves using you till you let out cute cries of “s'too much” and “it huuurtsss” like this isn't what you were just begging for. Lets out a wicked laugh and cums hard when those pretty tears roll down your cheeks.

[masterlist]

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[kisses4chris]

bartender!chris x reader

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

smut, one night stand, soft dom!chris, face-fucking, oral m!receiving, p in v, unprotected (no.), plot, lowercase intended, not proofread. wc: 2k

reader goes to the bar with her best friend ava, and is left alone pretty early on. when she meets chris, the cute bartender, she doesn’t expect that she’ll be on her knees for him later that night.

    y/n wasn’t sure how ava convinced her to go, but there she was, in the back seat of an uber with her best friend. y/n remembered ava saying, “y/n, y’gotta get laid,” and grimaced. this wasn’t her thing. she hated being out, she hated parties, and she hated how ava was when she was drunk.

     after they arrived at the bar on the corner of a street they knew well, y/n could see ava glancing at a guy from across the room. she scoffs a little, but smiles. “seriously? i can go,” ava asks. she nods. “thank you, y/n! don’t do anything i wouldn’t do!”

    she usually wouldn’t have minded being by herself. she preferred it. the issue this time, however, is that she does not drink. she never has. in all 25 years of her life, she had stayed away from alcohol, drugs, and anything else. she slowly makes her way to the bar, feeling a little parched. “thanks, love. have a good night,” she hears the bartender speak as she gets closer to the counter. when she steps up, he turns his attention to her. “what’s up? what can i get you?”

    y/n is faced with a young man. his hair was neatly styled, a white button up fitting his torso well, his sleeves rolled to just above his elbows. her eyes shifted to his hands as he wiped down the counter. “uh, just a water, please,” she says, quieter than she had intended. he smiles and nods. “how much,” she asks, reaching for the glass, her hand gently brushing against his. 

    “it’s free, kid. it’s tap water, not fiji,” he laughs. she smiles and takes a seat to watch the football game on the television. she didn’t like football, but it was better than twiddling her thumbs until ava was ready to leave. she also lets herself watch the bartender for a while. he moves confidently behind the bar, making quick conversation with some regulars. 

    she stays there for a while, nursing her glass of water. after a while, when less people were at the bar, he approaches her. “hey, love. y’gonna buy anything,” he asks, wiping the counter next to her. she shakes her head a little and he smiles. “c‘mon, let me buy you a drink. what d’you like?”

    she smiles. “i don’t even know your name,” she speaks, taking a sip of her water. “plus, i don’t drink.”

    “i’m chris, and your friend left 30 minutes ago. you might as well have some fun,” he says, wiping a glass dry with a clean rag. she allows her gaze to shift to his veiny hands and arms. “i get off in 20,” he finally adds, placing a fresh shot glass of tequila in front of her. 

    “okay, chris, i’ll see you then. and, i’m y/n,” she smiles, leaving the shot untouched on the bar and quickly making her way to the bathroom. 

    20 minutes later, y/n makes her way back to the bar, where she sees chris closing up the register. he looks up at her, a slightly mischievous look in his eye. “hi, love. y’took an uber here,” he asks. she nods. “yeah, i did,” she responds. 

    “so i guess im driving you home,” he smiles, stepping from behind the bar, pulling his jacket on. suddenly, the reality of the situation sets in, and she sighs. “i, i don’t know. maybe i should just go home,” she mumbles. he reaches out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face and behind her ear. “c’mon, love, i don’t bite,” he says, pulling her right back in. 

    she looks up at him, her tongue jutting out to wet her lips. “is it too late for that shot?”

    he opens the passenger door of his car, allowing her to slip into the seat. she quickly buckles her seatbelt and waits for him to take the seat next to her. he eventually does, and when he gets in, he looks over at her. “here,” he says, taking off his jacket and gently draping it over her legs, covering the short skirt she was wearing. she smiles gratefully and places her hands atop the cold leather. slowly, he gently puts his hand over her exposed knee. she looks at it, analyzing the silver chain bracelet adorning his wrist. her gaze travels back to his face, tracing his sharp features, the way his adams apple bobs as he swallows. she instinctively squeezes her thighs together slightly. 

    “you okay,” he finally asks. she nods and swallows dryly. she reaches her hand out, playing it over his on her knee. she grabs it, slowly bringing it farther up her leg. he looks at her quickly, catching his bottom lip between his teeth. “fuck,” she mumbles, squeezing his hand. “um, your address,” he mutters, slightly squeezing down on her leg. she shifts in her seat, turning towards him slightly. “what happened to having some fun tonight,” she asks, bolder that she intended to be. he inhales, removing his hand from her leg and putting the car in drive, immediately returning it to a slightly higher position. 

    they barely make it through the door of chris’s apartment before his lips are on hers. his hands roam around her body, hiking up her skirt slightly. he gently squeezes her ass, mumbling a quick, “fuck,” before continuing to kiss her. her back is pressed hard against his front door as he moves to her jaw, leaving small bites and hot kisses in his wake. “chris,” she says, but it comes out as more of a whine. he sighs into her neck, his hands finding their way up the back of her shirt as he rakes his nails down her back. 

    her fingers make quick work of the buttons on his shirt. when his abdomen is exposed, she takes a moment to admire him in full, her eyes slowly reaching around the slight curves of his muscles. she traces her fingers down his front, stopping them at his belt. she mumbles, “can i,” before he nods fast. she unbuckles the black leather, and quickly follows by unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. he grabs her wrist. ���not fair,” he starts, removing his grip from her arm and tugging up on her top, pulling it over her head. his eyes land on her bare chest. he sighs. “m’gonna fuck you right against this door,” he whispers, pulling her hips forward towards his own. she pulls him back down, kissing him again. 

    his hands gently hold her face while he kisses her. she slowly pulls down her skirt, leaving her in only her underwear. she then tugs on his pants, causing them to fall to the floor and pool at his ankles. he sighs as he feels her hand gently wrap around him. “fuck, yeah, y/n, just like that,” he mumbles against her lips, subconsciously bucking his hips into her hand. he rests his forehead against hers, his breath picking up as her movements slowly increase in speed. she suddenly stops, looking up at him. he groans at the loss, and lets out a quiet whine as he watches her sink to her knees. he lets out a shaky exhale as he sees her eyes looking up at him before shifting to his tip in front of her, which was glistening from the pre cum leaking from it. she sighs. “y’so big, chris,” she mumbles, raising her hand back up, resuming her motions from earlier. “i don’t know if i can take the whole thing,” she finally adds, shifting back on her knees to look up at him. 

    he gently grabs a fistful of her hair, slowly bringing her towards him. “open,” he gently commands. she does as she’s told, allowing her jaw to drop just enough to provide adequate space for him to slip in. he lets out a soft moan in reaction to the warmth of her mouth. he thrusts into her throat, as if to test it out. she softly gags, her eyes rolling back into her skull for a brief second. chris’s mind switches into overdrive. before he can second guess it, he’s holding her head in place while he fucks her face. 

    as he feels himself getting close, he pulls out of her mouth. she coughs slightly, her cheeks flushed red as she sees the streak of saliva connecting her bottom lip to his tip. “god,” she mutters, wiping off her face with the back of her hand. he gives her a minute to recover before he’s pulling her up and crashing his lips against hers again. he picks her up, carrying her away from the door and placing her onto the couch. he doesn’t separate from her as he tugs off her panties and tosses them aside somewhere. he allows his fingers to find her clit almost instantly, rubbing circles over it before slipping inside of her. she gasps against his hot mouth, surprised by the sudden feeling. “so wet f’me, huh,” he says, his voice last with desire. she lets out a shaky breath, nodding quickly. “need you,” she mutters, allowing her nails to graze over his shoulders, leaving angry red marks behind. he groans. he pumps his fingers in and out a few more times before removing them, bringing them up to her mouth. she accepts them, sucking them clean. he gives her a lazy smile before shifting his gaze down. 

    he grabs himself, gently rubbing the head against her clit. she moans, her hand finding his hair as she tugs. “tell me if it’s too much, love,” he says, slowly pressing in. she inhales sharply, pulling hard on his hair. he groans. “fuck, so good, chris,” she babbles, gently moving her hips, signaling him to go deeper. he complies, pushing farther. her eyes roll back as he picks up his speed, setting a rhythm. she moans, tugging hard on his hair with one hand and digging her nails into his back with the other. he lets his lips find her neck as he leaves hot kisses on her cool skin, enhancing the overwhelming pleasure of it all. “still good,” he asks after a moment. she doesn’t answer, she simply lets out a long string of moans, he scoffs, but the noise makes him increase his pace. 

    she can’t speak. she can barely breathe. her eyes are rolled back as desperate moans fill the air between them. he can feel her tightening around him, and he mumbles, “c’mon, y/n. cum f’me, baby,” he mutters, softly kissing her hair. as her hot release floods her body, she lets out a strangled moan. he follows close behind, groaning as he releases inside of her. slowly, he pulls himself out, sitting back on the coach and pulling her onto his lap.

    her body is like jelly as he rubs her back and smooths out her hair. “you were so good, baby,” he whispers. “let me get you cleaned up, yeah?”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

    y/n wakes up, her head still foggy from the night before. she turns her head and sees chris still fast asleep next to her. she smiles slightly before reaching for her phone. she sees missed calls from ava, and she swipes on one of them, calling her back. “hey, a, what’s up,” she mutters, her voice thick with sleep. “y/n, where are you? i’ve been calling all morning,” she says, her voice slightly urgent. 

    “it’s way too much to explain,” y/n starts. “i spent the night with someone.” ava’s gasp is audible over the phone. “oh my god, y/n, who,” she finally asks, her expression of shock genuinely audible. 

  “the bartender.”

so i absolutely loved writing this. thanks sm for reading love u !!!

[iamkittywizard]

Ally Mastercomputer

I'm going to hell. But then...

I'M ALREADY THERE, AREN'T I?!

(this is a shitpost please don't hurt me)

[monsterlimbs]

Realized I never really draw or write Wyll any despite adoring him, so I'm fixing that now. He, Karlach, my incubus boy, and Astarion are all going to Hell now to kill Mizora, fix Karlach's engine, and get incubus boy's devil lady to let him go back to the Material Plane. And Astarion's just. There.

[redroses07]

chat i’m actually in love with taylor momsen. it’s not even funny anymore.

[asuperyellow]

[theprettyreckless]

10 Years of Going to Hell

[madmike363]

While on my trip to burn in hell, might as well stop and look at the art. 😁

[bloombubs]

nsfw — pure fucking filth. didn’t hold back. don’t judge

thinkin about what it would be like to have adrian watching you give him a hand job.

hear me out.

hear him out.

this man is tensing his muscles, they look unbelievably good from your angle. his curls bounce from tilting his head back, his adam’s apple bobbing before looking back down at you. small gasps leaving his lips as your hand teases his tip with the leaking precum. it’s cute how often his hips buck upwards, almost teasing him with an idea you’d wrap your lips around him—but you don’t. he’s babbling, you got this muscular man weak at the simple touch of your hands. his hands search for any part of you to hold onto, to sink his hands into. a firm believer in teasing him, you kiss the areas around, lips trailing down his happy trail, his hips, all while you’re stroking him. “do that again- shit, shit, shit—just like that, right there,” a moaning, babbling mess. he’s desperate for you, his face coated in a red hue with a slight sheen of sweat. his face pinches together, the glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose, grunts escaping his throat, but he tries his best to keep his eyes open as he cums all over you, coating you. you just tease him a bit more, slightly over stimulating him until all his muscles tense before he can’t anymore.

[introvertedlass]

[infectedechoes]

Day 23/30: A song by a band (artist) you want to see live. [insp.]

✠ 'Fucked Up World' - The Pretty Reckless ✠

Back to these backdoor bitches begging me to behave Jamming Jesus down my throat, no, I don't want to be saved Ain’t a chain on my brain, I'm nobody's slave I got one foot in the cradle and one in the grave It's a fucked up world Sex and love and guns, light a cigarette It’s a fucked up world What do you get from it? Sex and love and guns, light a cigarette