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cultsong·:

nervous legs bouncing as theo sits alone, anticipation of seeing the other making his heart race just a little. didn’t fully know what to expect - they had talked about rocky horror, and of course he agreed despite never seeing the movie himself. made his heart flutter just hearing damien talk about the things they were passionate about. and of course, theo would do anything for him anyway. toys with a ring on his finger, one he’d stolen from the other, when a cough catches his attention. lifts his head up to look at them and holy fuck. opens his mouth to say something - anything - but he really can’t. so in awe of his boyfriend’s beauty. mouth hangs open for a few moments just looking at them. ‘ um - ’ clears his throat and stands up to approach damien. ‘ shit, baby. look at you, ’ feels warmth spread across his cheeks as he gently places a hand on their face, thumb rubbing against their cheekbone. ‘ you’re so fucking pretty. like - holy fuck, damie. no, no it’s not a lot. it’s fucking perfect. you’re perfect. ’ soft eyes trail up and down their figure again. he’s seen damien in a variety of outfits, at their shows. but nothing like this before. and god, he loves it. bites back a smile, hands on their shoulders to turn them around to the mirror on the wall opposite the two. stands behind him, arms wrapping around his waist. ‘ look at you, ’ repeats it in a whisper, cooing right into their ear. ‘ i love it. i love you. god, you’re gorgeous. ’ gaze fixed on the mirror, the image of the two of them together and damien looking like that making his head a little dizzy. presses a soft kiss to their cheek. a finger gently turns their chin so they’re looking at theo. ‘ do you like it ? you feel good ? comfy ? ’ that’s all theo cares about, anyway. knows damien has certain struggles with the way they look. just wants to make sure they’re comfortable. 

theo’s  praise  is  something  damien  truly  could  never  get  used  to.  his  soft  words  and  lingering  gazes.  the  way  brown  eyes  burn  holes  into  pale  skin.  it  makes  damien  all  kinds  of  dizzy.  pink  tint  rises  on  the  apples  of  their  cheeks,  can’t  stop  lips  from  curling  into  a  sweet  lil  smile.  it’s  when  theo  turns  the  two,  staring  at  their  reflection  in  the  mirror,  that  damien’s  cheeks  turn  full  red.  the  beating  of  their  heart  gets  a  little  bit  loud,  he’s  afraid  theo  might  be  able  to  hear  it.  soft  eyes  catch  his  as  their  face  is  turned.  teeth  catch  into  their  bottom  lip.  '  i  do  like  it.  i  think  with,  like,  the  makeup  and  proper  accessories  it  could  look  really  cool.  and  i  do  feel  comfy,  yeah.  i  just...  '  inhales  a  bit,  face  contorting  as  his  nose  scrunches.  fingers  dance  at  theo’s  arms  wrapped  around  his  waist,  tugging  at  his  hands  to  gently  pull  him  off.  they  take  a  few  steps  away  from  the  mirror,  hugging  themselves  as  if  to  hide.  '  maybe  we  can  just  have  this  be  an  in  the  house  sort  of  costume  i  -  '  struggling  to  speak  what’s  on  their  mind  -  the  lingering  fear  of  being  judged.  shrugs  shoulders  and  shakes  their  head  with  a  shaky  giggle.  '  i  don’t  know  if  i  want  ...  other  people  to  see  me  like  this.  '  and  it’s  a  little  sad,  honestly.  weeks  ago  damien  was  boasting  about  how  sick  this  costume  would  be  and  how  excited  they  were  to  get  everything.  now  that  it’s  here  and  on  his  body  -  he  just  wants  to  rip  it  off.  confidence  has  always  been  a  struggle  for  someone  like  damien.  too  afraid  to  be  who  they  wanted  to  be.  hid  in  oversized  jackets  and  too  many  layers.  chews  the  inside  of  their  cheek,  doe  eyes  catching  theo’s.  they’re  watery,  silly  tears  threatening  to  spill.  '  i’m  okay.  '  is  quick  to  say.  quick  to  reassure  cause  he  knows  theo  would  worry  if  he  didn’t.  '  just  -  silly  thoughts,  i  guess.  '  forces  a  sad  smile,  trying  to  make  themselves  invisible.

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he’s  a  little  bit  scared.  been  scrolling  through  pinterest  for  the  past  week,  trying  to  collect  items  perfect  for  what  they  wanted  to  execute.  halloween  was  around  the  corner.  they  didn’t  discuss  much  about  what  they  wanted  to  do,  but  he’d  known  theo  had  mentioned  something  about  matching  costumes.  damien  brought  up  rocky  horror  and  theo  agreed,  though  never  seeing  it  before.  that  was  the  thing  about  theo,  though.  he  always  wanted  to  make  damien  happy.  indulge  in  their  special  interests.  it  made  damien’s  heart  swell.  but  here  they  stood  before  a  floor  length  mirror,  eyes  taking  in  the  fabric  hugging  at  their  skin.  never  one  to  stick  to  dressing  within  gender  norms,  it  wasn’t  so  far-fetched.  still,  he  stood  there  and  stared  at  the  way  the  corset  hugged  his  torso,  and  the  fishnets  clinging  to  his  thighs.  felt  kind  of  silly.  theo  was  just  in  the  other  room,  as  damien  instructed.  wanted  to  surprise  him  with  the  costume.  brown  curls  rested  unruly  atop  his  head,  he  twirls  a  finger  through  a  loose  strand  for  a  moment.  they  would  still  need  to  apply  makeup  for  the  final  look,  but  so  far,  they  were  kind  of  digging  it.  a  sharp  inhale,  and  damien’s  walking  out  to  face  the  love  of  his  life.  he  coughs,  gaining  the  attention  of  the  male.  '  uh  -  it’s  not  ...  complete  or  anything.  still  need  to  get  a  lot  for  the  final  look.  but  this  is  essentially  dr.  frank-n-furter’s  costume.  sort  of  ...  a  lot.  i  -  what  do  you  think?  '    /    @cultsong​

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coredge     ―     roxanne.

*  .       open   to   everyone·  ! muse   :   roxanne   de   marchi   .   21   .   adult   entertainer   . synposis   :   not   applicable   .

“    i’m   not   expecting   you   to   get   it   ,   or   whatever   ,   but   you   have   to   understand   that   it’s   my   job   …   it’s   how   i   pay   my   bills   .   i   really   do   not   want   to   argue   with   youabout   it   ,   not   tonight   .    ”

'  i  -  no,  i  get  it.  i  do.  it’s  just  -  i...  ugh.  '  fumbling  over  his  words,  kit  presses  thin  digits  to  his  forehead  in  slight  anxiety.  doesn’t  want  roxanne  to  feel  like  they  don’t  support  her.  and  there’s  these  thoughts  flooding  faster  than  kit  can  formulate  words.  feels  a  bit  silly  for  even  bringing  it  up.  '  i  guess  i’m  just  afraid  people  aren’t  ...  the  nicest  to  you  about  your  job.  i  don’t..  don’t  wanna  see  you  get  hurt  or  taken  advantage  of.  i  guess  nowadays  it’s  a  little  more  ..  freeing  but  i’ve  read  a  lot  about  how  women  are  treated  and  i  just...  whatever.  it’s  so  stupid.  i  just  care  about  you,  dummy.  '

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cultsong     ―     rory.

squeezes the other’s hand as soon as they’re uncuffed. so fucking dumb in love. so obsessed with the urgent way eren moves. the sounds he makes. doesn’t really have too much experience in this area, but they’re sure he’s absolutely the most beautiful boy they’ve ever seen and the only person that could be able to make them feel this way. dark eyes blink at him. they let themselves be guided by eren’s hands. god, he knows just how to handle rory. swallows back a moan, struggling to keep their eyes open as they’re pushed down onto him. ‘ fuck. y - yeah, baby. all yours. ’ truly just wants to show their lover how dedicated they are. how they’ll do anything he asks. a quiet moan at the feeling of the other’s hand around their neck. ‘ stop - stop muffling your sounds. fuck, you’re so pretty, ’ hands wrap around the back of his neck, nails digging into the soft skin. hips grind down onto his, free hand wandering up to eren’s. guiding it down to their dick, already aching to be touched by the other. breathless moans as soft eyes meet his. ‘ look - look baby. how good i am for you. s - so pretty taking all of you. all for you, yeah ? bet you fucking - ah - fucking love that, huh ? that i’m just ruined for everyone but - but you. ’ high pitched whimpers as pick up their pace, other hand pressing up to the one eren has on their neck. ‘ fucking break me. i know you - know you want to. wreck your pretty baby, yeah ? d - don’t you, eren ? ’

filthy.  absolutely  filthy,  the  way  they  speak.  clouds  eren’s  mind  with  thoughts  of  them  and  them  only.  rory’s  all  he  fucking  wants,  all  he  fucking  needs.  and  he’ll  listen,  letting  his  sounds  grow  louder  and  louder  as  rory  proves  themselves  a  good  puppy,  grinding  on  his  dick.  fingers  wrapped  around  their  dick,  eren’s  thumb  grazes  over  the  red  tip,  moving  at  a  swift  pace.  '  god  -  fucking  shit,  baby.  you  can’t  -  can’t  fucking  say  those  things  to  me.  '  loud,  pretty  moan  enters  the  room,  moving  both  hands  to  grip  firmly  at  their  waist.  starts  bucking  his  hips  up,  decides  rory’s  moving  far  too  slow  for  his  liking.  also  wants  to  break  them.  he’s  forcing  their  hips  down  with  every  thrust,  fingernails  digging  into  the  soft  pale  skin.  '  this  what  you  wanted,  right?  me  to  fuck  you  til  you  couldn’t  think?  i  know,  baby.  shh,  i  know.  that  little  head  gets  so  loud  sometimes.  be  a  good  bitch  and  empty  that  mind.  only  want  you  thinking  about  me  and  how  fucking  good  it  feels  when  i  fuck  you.  '  they’re  tightening  around  his  dick,  and  all  eren  can  do  is  roll  his  eyes  back,  head  presses  against  the  wooden  headboard.  chest  is  heaving  up  and  down  and  he  feels  it.  creeping  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach.  hand  wraps  around  rory’s  dick  again.  '  fuck.  fuck,  i’m  gonna  cum.  make  me  cum,  puppy.  show  me  how  fucking  slutty  you  can  be.  that’s  it,  fuck.  '

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cultsong     ―     rory.

hum escapes rory’s mouth as their head is pinned back and eren fucks into their mouth. looks up at him through big watery eyes as he uses them, moaning onto his dick. reveling in every fucking second of it. can’t help but smile at his filthy words, eyes falling shut as they whimper onto him. maybe rory shouldn’t feel as comforted and safe as they do right now, but they do. god, they do. keeps their mouth open as eren pulls out, trying to gain a little composure before he fucks back into their mouth. loud whimper as he feels the sting of his lover’s hand on his cheek, heart fluttering. so fucking dizzy and then eren’s kissing them and they’re whining into his mouth and pushing into his touch. ‘ y - yeah baby, i promise, i’ll be good. i promise. just wanna be good for you. all i wanna do, air. you know that. ’ blinks up at him, hands pulling against the cuffs as he touches them, whines. just wants to touch him. face nuzzles against his touch. ‘ i’ll be good. please, let me ride you baby. my love. my master. ’ whimpers as they struggle harder against the restraints above their head. ‘ fuck, uncuff me, baby. let me show you how good i can be. what a good puppy’s like. fuck, please, eren. ’ leans up to try to get another kiss but eren’s just out of reach. swollen lips push out into a pout, putting on his best puppy eyes for the other. ‘ i love you. ’

they  were  beautiful.  eren’s  known  that  from  the  beginning,  when  he  first  found  them  outside  that  stupid  bar.  drunk,  alone.  needing  someone.  eren’s  so  fucking  happy  he’s  that  someone.  fingers  tap  along  red  skin,  humming  when  rory  begs  and  pleads  to  be  uncuffed.  and  they’re  pouting  and  got  these  fucking  bambi  eyes  that  burn  into  eren’s  skin.  he  can’t  help  but  lean  down  and  give  the  baby  what  they  want.  another  kiss,  sweet  and  soft.  lips  tangle  together  in  unison.  the  way  they  melt  into  each  other  makes  eren  feel  so  dizzy.  dick  aches,  needing  to  be  buried  inside  his  beautiful  baby  again.  so  the  brunet  pulls  back,  quick  to  undo  the  handcuffs,  tossing  them  to  the  side.  wastes  no  time  in  linking  their  hands  together,  fingers  intertwining  and  eren  already  wants  another  kiss.  manages  to  stay  calm  and  steady,  flipping  the  lovers  so  that  rory  was  seated  in  his  lap.  '  fuck.  '  it’s  a  low  grunt,  fingers  steady  at  rory’s  thighs.  guides  them  until  they’re  hovering  over  his  dick,  eyes  locked  on  their  face.  '  look  at  me.  '  cups  their  jaw  and  forces  them  to  look  at  him,  into  his  eyes,  as  he  pushes  at  their  thighs  just  enough  to  slide  the  tip  inside.  pink  swollen  lips  fall  open,  empty  moans  coming  out  as  harsh  breaths.  keeps  the  eye  contact  the  whole  time  rory  slides  down,  until  he’s  buried  deep  and  eren’s  eyes  involuntarily  shut.  muffles  a  groan.  '  god  that  pretty  cunt’s  tight  huh?  '  fingers  ghost  along  rory’s  torso,  finding  a  home  at  the  back  of  their  neck.  '  ride  me,  princess.  show  me  that  you’re  a  good  little  puppy.  '  fingers  start  to  enclose  around  rory’s  neck,  a  grip  that  enforces  eren’s  words. 

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cultsong     ―     zion.

all of the silly little daydreams and fantasies zion ever had about being with them could never hold a fucking candle to how it actually was. actually has to question a couple times whether she’s dreaming or not. and fuck, he’s so beautiful. has to hold back a loud whine because god his fingers feel so good - and then he’s putting his hand over their mouth and it just turns them on even more. blinks up at them, nodding and muffled whimpers pouring out of her mouth. so stupid how her heart flutters when he calls her baby. when he speaks at all. and they’re talking so dirty but being so gentle with her and it makes their fucking head spin. tries to moan his name as  he slides in another finger, grinds down on his hand and their eyes are rolled back in their head. notices how the other is grinding against her thigh. taps on the hand covering their mouth, pulling it away. ‘ don’t worry, i’ll - fuck - i’ll be quiet i just, ’ swallows and shakes her head, quiet moans as they look into his eyes, glossed over and hungry. ‘ god - just, fuck me, kit. please. i mean - if you .. if you wanna ? i wanna make you feel good … ’ shaky hand reaches up to touch their face. a soft touch. god, she wants to give them the world. ‘ i really really want you to fuck me. like - fuck - so bad. you’re so fucking pretty and you feel so good and i wanna feel you all over me. inside. ’ thumb traces over his lower lip, dragging it out slightly. can feel her heartbeat going stupidly fast. 

they’re  asking  -  no,  they  were  begging  kit  to  fuck  them.  and  he  has  to  swallow  harshly,  whispering  a  few  swears.  he  wants  to.  he  definitely  wants  to.  weighs  out  their  options  for  a  moment.  fuck  it,  he’d  just  have  to  keep  her  quiet.  kit  pulls  his  fingers  from  her  warmth,  rising  glistening  digits  to  his  lips.  he  tastes  them,  sucking  gently  to  each  digit.  his  breathing  is  becoming  heavy  and  sort  of  irregular.  heart  thudding  against  his  ribcage.  they  cup  her  jaw,  thumb  rubbing  circles  to  her  cheek.  kit  leans  in  and  presses  lips  gently  to  theirs.  hums  against  their  pretty  pink  puffy  lips,  letting  the  moment  linger  for  a  moment.  when  he  pulls  away  he  makes  sure  to  peck  at  her  forehead  before  standing  up  and  off  the  bed.  quick  to  discard  the  shirt  hugging  his  frame,  fingers  flying  to  the  belt  of  his  pants  next.  eyes  flicker  back  to  zion,  soft  smile  on  his  features.  '  keep  your  clothes  on.  my  sweater  especially.  please?  '  brown  eyes  turn  soft,  sneaking  out  of  his  pants  and  crawling  back  over  on  top  of  them.  kit  kisses  her  again.  can’t  seem  to  stop  doing  that.  so  obsessed  with  the  way  their  lips  mold  perfectly  against  his.  like  they  were  made  for  each  other.  hand  sneaks  down  her  arm,  circling  around  their  wrist  and  guiding  their  hand  to  the  bulge  in  his  boxers.  whines  at  the  contact.  '  you  did  this,  baby.  '  it’s  whispered  against  her  lips.  teeth  catches  in  her  bottom  lip,  pulling  it  as  he  pulls  away.  kit  lets  out  a  groan,  pulling  away  and  leaning  over  their  body  to  rummage  through  the  side  drawer.  swears  beneath  his  breath.  '  i  don’t  -  i  don’t  have  a  condom.  is  that..  okay?  '

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cultsong     ―     zion.

think you can be quiet for me ? no, absolutely she did not. but she doesn’t have time to respond because they’re taking off her underwear and she’s so dizzy from just the sight of it. barely has time to even take it in before he’s in between their thighs again and his fucking mouth. god, zion’s shaking already. ‘ f - fuck, fuck, ’ whimpers pouring out of her mouth, hand tightening around soft curls. the way they’re touching her - she knows marks would be left behind. and she fucking loves that. back is arching off the mattress, zion’s small frame seemingly drowning in kit’s hoodie. ‘ that’s so fucking good, kitty. ’ and just as they thought before, they couldn’t stay quiet. heartbeat pounding in her ears as loud moans escape the back of their throat. literally whimpers as kit pulls away, pink lips push out into a pout. big watery eyes blink at them. ‘ yeah, just for you, ’ finds it a bit hard to form words as they’re almost completely breathless. takes a few beats to gain composure. immediately nods eagerly at the other’s question, a soft whine. ‘ yes, please. fuck, please. ’ notices how tightly they’re tugging on his hair. softens their grip. ‘ shit, sorry. god, you’re such a pretty boy .. ’ sweater paws reach down to pull kit’s face up to hers. feels a bit stupid about how badly she needs to kiss him. a soft moment as she gazes into his doe eyes, teeth sinking into a swollen bottom lip. brushes hair out of their face before pressing her lips to theirs. it’s needy but soft. tongue pushes into his mouth and she can taste herself and she’s not sure if she’s ever felt this good in her life. pulls away hesitantly, nose scrunching up. a stupid schoolgirl giggle just at the sight of the other. ‘ pretty kitty .. ‘ lips pull into a soft smile, eyes fluttering all over kit’s face. 

shit,  they  were  loud.  and  any  other  time  kit  would  have  fucking  loved  it.  loved  to  hear  those  pretty  sounds  pour  out  of  their  lips.  a  reflection  of  how  good  he  was  doing  and  in  turn,  making  him  feel  good  too.  but  shit’s  just  too  risky  right  now.  can’t  really  think  about  it  too  much,  cause  she’s  calling  them  pretty  and  pulling  at  him  to  kiss  them.  melts  into  the  kiss,  eyes  fluttering  shut.  a  little  breathless  when  she  pulls  away,  eyes  adoring  the  way  her  face  instinctively  scrunches  up.  and  the  giggle.  the  fucking  giggle.  made  his  dick  twitch  just  a  little  bit.  he  groans,  face  burying  in  the  crook  of  their  neck.  lips  and  teeth  attack  the  soft  skin,  one  hand  sliding  up  the  hem  of  her  dress.  teases  them  with  his  fingers,  breathlessly  moaning  at  the  sound  of  how  fucking  wet  she  was.  slips  a  finger  inside,  biting  at  his  own  lip  as  he  starts  to  pump  the  digit  in  and  out.  free  hand  flies  up,  tracing  their  cheek.  thumb  rubs  circles  to  the  skin  beneath  her  eye.  he  kisses  the  bridge  of  their  nose.  then  he  flattens  the  hand  over  her  mouth,  cupping  against  their  lips.  forehead  presses  to  hers.  '  need  to  keep  you  quiet,  baby.  '  it’s  whispered  as  another  finger  slides  in,  spreading  them  open  with  ease.  '  fuck,  babe.  god.  you’re  so  tight.  '  makes  him  dizzy,  only  imagining  what  it  would  feel  like  when  he  fucks  them.  '  think  you  can  take  another?  three?  i  know  you  can,  come  on,  be  a  good  girl  for  me.  '  kisses  her  forehead  as  a  third  finger  slides  in.  he’s  pumping  them  in  and  out,  thumb  rubbing  at  her  clit  as  he  keeps  a  steady  rhythm.  wants  to  ruin  them.  eyes  take  in  the  sight  of  her  beneath  him,  in  his  fucking  hoodie,  with  his  fingers  inside  her.  swallows  thickly,  kit  ruts  a  little  bit  against  their  thigh.  pathetic,  but  it  hurts  so  much  he  has  to  do  something.

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muse:  kit  baker,  he/they. open  to:  any. plot:  he’s  trying  to  ask  your  muse  on  a  date.  trying.  not  really  succeeding.

it’s  embarrassing  enough,  having  to  repeat  yourself  cause  you  talk  so  low  no  one  can  hear  you.  even  more  so  in  kit’s  case  -  having  asked  the  other  out  under  their  shallow  breath.  he  blinks,  hands  stuffed  awkward  in  the  pockets  of  his  jeans.  '  i  -  um,  '  too  loud  this  time,  one  eye  shutting  in  humiliation.  but  they’re  in  too  deep,  simply  can’t  back  out  now.  '  i  was  j  -  just  wondering  if  you  had  any  p  -  plans  this  saturday.  they’re  showing  rocky  h  -  horror  downtown  and  -  uh,  that’s  o  -  one  of  my  favorite  films.  just  th  -  thought  it’d  be  fun.  you  and  -  and  me.  '  what  a  silly  train  wreck!  the  brunet  winces,  shaking  their  head.  '  never  mind!  pretend  i  s  -  said  nothing!  uh,  have  a  nice  day!

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cultsong     ―     zion.

‘ no it’s just i wanna make sure you’re comf - fuck, ’ words are cut off by a soft moan as they feel the other’s hands all over her thighs. wants to shut their eyes but at the same time wants to keep their eyes on kit the whole time. just so fucking pretty. a sharp inhale when she feels his head in between her legs, hand reaching down to tangle in his hair. the kisses they’re leaving making her grip onto it a little harder. and then those doe eyes are looking up at her and she feels those silly little butterflies again. ‘ y - yeah, fuck, ’ swallows hard, trying to resist the urge to arch their back. ‘ keep going. please. ’ muffles back a whine and pulls on his hair, the feeling of his mouth on her sending electricity throughout her veins. attempts to hide their face in kit’s hoodie. ‘ please. kitty. i need you. god, you’re so pretty. so fucking pretty. has anyone ever told you that ? cause you are. really - um, really fucking pretty. ’ zion’s a fucking mess. and she tends to talk a lot when she’s nervous. completely unraveling underneath the other. constantly whining and whimpering at every touch. feels like she might just melt into their hands. a thought crosses their mind and eyes glance quickly over to the bedroom door. ‘ fuck, did you lock it ? ’ wasn’t even sure if she cared, though. wouldn’t want him to get up anyway. 

the  begging  and  the  praise  and  the  way  her  hand  sat  in  brown  curls.  was  enough  to  nearly  send  them  over.  rests  chin  against  their  left  thigh,  teeth  catching  an  already  swollen  bottom  lip.  eyes  lock  with  hers  and  there’s  this  stupid  smile  on  pink  lips.  head  turns  in  the  direction  of  the  door.  if  anyone  downstairs  were  to  walk  in  and  see  this  -  they’d  be  done  for.  but  kit  just  chuckles,  fingers  drumming  against  soft  skin.  '  just  stay  quiet  for  me,  zi.  think  you  can  do  that?  '  doesn’t  wait  for  her  to  reply,  head  sinking  back  between  their  thighs.  carefully,  they  pull  the  fabric  of  their  underwear  down  below  their  knees,  soon  discarded  off  the  bed.  inhales,  a  pathetic  noise  catching  in  the  back  of  his  throat  at  the  sight.  '  jesus  christ.  '  palms  expand  on  her  thighs,  spreading  legs  a  little  more.  he  wastes  no  time,  tongue  sliding  up  their  folds,  eyes  rolled  back  the  moment  he  tastes  them.  moans  against  the  skin.  tongue  flicks  against  the  sensitive  nub  of  their  clit.  he’s  desperate  -  starved,  pressing  open  mouthed  kisses  to  her  cunt.  tongue  laps  at  the  wet  heat,  fingers  digging  into  her  thighs.  he  knows  it’s  gonna  leave  bruises.  they  don’t  mean  to  be  rough,  really.  they  just  get  so  fucking  eager.  always  loved  giving  head  to  their  partners,  would  sometimes  get  off  on  the  act  alone.  speaking  of,  can  feel  his  dick  strained  inside  of  his  jeans.  has  had  a  bit  of  a  half  boner  since  they  first  kissed.  but  this  -  her  scent,  her  taste,  had  him  dizzy  as  fuck  and  painfully  hard.  manages  to  pull  away  for  just  a  moment,  lips  latching  to  the  small  curve  of  their  hips.  cautiously  he  runs  his  middle  finger  over  her  folds.  '  fuck.  you’re  so  -  aah,  so  wet.  for  me?  all  that  for  me?  '  words  are  mumbled  against  skin,  the  pad  of  his  finger  rubbing  circles  over  their  clit.  '  wanna  put  them  inside...  '  referring  to  long  ring-clad  digits,  '  can  i?  can  i,  baby?  '

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a  study  of  kit  baker’s  phone,  featuring  @cultsong.

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cultsong     ―     zion.

‘ i mean, i thought it was just ‘cause we were friends .. ’ heart hums at the way the other rubs at his eye. feels like zion finds something new to fawn over every second they spend together. and then he’s touching them and they let out a soft whine, immediately pushing up against his touch. the moment is much too short - kit pulling away and sitting up, snapping her out of her brain. soft eyes immediately searching the other’s with concern. a little sigh of relief at their words - had thought maybe she did something wrong. ‘ y - yeah, yeah, don’t worry okay ? ’ heart racing as they kiss her again, reveling in the pretty sounds they make. feels a bit lightheaded and dizzy after he pulls away. really hopes he can’t tell how flustered they are. every word that he speaks is so soft and sweet and they couldn’t get enough. ‘ god, kit, ’ soft exhale as her hand instinctively raises to cover her face again. not sure if she’ll ever stop blushing. ‘ i want you, your mouth. i want you to touch me. feel your - your mouth on me. ’ pulls them closer to press her lips to theirs again, desperate to feel their warmth. hand rests on the back of his neck as she bites down on his lower lip. other hand underneath his shirt, ghosting up and down his back. god, they never thought they’d be touching him like this. tentatively pulls away after a few moments, chest already heaving from their breathing. ‘ let me know if you don’t like anything, okay ? and like, if you wanna stop just tell me, ’ eyes focused on theirs as she scratches softly down their back.

god,  this  was  happening.  zion  was  beneath  him  and  she  was  fucking  beautiful  and  asking  him  to  touch  them  and  -  ...  eyes  shut  tight,  he  swallows  back  a  low  groan.  the  way  their  cheeks  flushed,  their  breathing  growing  heavier.  the  way  their  soft,  dainty  fingers  ghosted  along  his  back.  he  couldn’t  understand  how  somebody  so  perfect  landed  in  his  arms.  can’t  help  but  chuckle  at  their  words,  lips  traveling  down  her  chest,  covered  in  that  stupid  blink  hoodie.  '  i  know  i’m  a  fucking  loser  at  heart,  zi.  but  i’ve  got  some  experience  in  this.  just  lay  down,  kay?  gonna  -  gonna  make  you  feel  so  good.  '  one  more  quick  peck  to  their  lips  and  then  kit’s  kissing  down  their  body,  hands  traveling  up  and  down  her  thighs.  lifts  the  material  of  her  dress.  kit’s  kissing  at  the  bottom  of  their  clothed  tummy,  inching  down  more  and  more  until  his  head’s  between  their  thighs.  dizzy.  he  kisses  on  the  insides  of  her  thighs,  sloppy  and  wet  and  sure  to  leave  light  marks.  fingers  hook  underneath  the  band  of  her  underwear,  eyes  looking  up  once  again  for  reassurance.  '  still  with  me  right,  zi?  '  kit  dares  to  press  lips  to  their  clothed  heat,  tongue  poking  out  and  flattening  against  the  fabric.  he  pulls  back,  fingers  gripping  into  soft  skin  of  her  legs.  '  fuck.  '

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muse:  kit  baker,  he/they. open  to:  any. plot:  little  bit  based  on  the  song,  nothing  by  bruno  major.  kit’s  having  a  rough  day  and  struggling  with  communicating  their  feelings  out  loud.  a  little  hurt/comfort  for  the  soul.

it’s  loud.  like,  really  loud.  brain  is  sort  of  ..  swooshing  inside  of  kit’s  skull.  he  can’t  fucking  take  it.  too  much,  too  much,  too  much.  knees  are  pulled  towards  his  chest,  sitting  on  the  floor  as  the  tv  shines  a  low  light  in  the  living  room.  their  eyes  are  blank.  sokka  from  avatar  the  last  airbender  is  saying  some  stupid  joke  that  kit  normally  would  laugh  at.  but  they’re  just  quiet  tonight.  eyes  travel  towards  the  other.  they  were  close  enough,  but  not  too  close  to  invade  his  personal  bubble.  he  was  grateful  for  that.  grateful  for  them.  can’t  figure  out  the  right  words  to  express  his  gratitude,  kit  pulls  a  notepad  from  their  pocket.  scribbles  what  they  want  to  so  desperately  say  and  passes  it  to  the  other.  thanks  for  being  here.  sorry  i’m  like  this.  but  i  do  like  doing  nothing  with  you.  and  at  the  bottom  of  the  paper,  a  smiley  face  next  to  a  poorly  drawn  heart.

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cultsong     ―     zion.

eyes carefully take in the other’s, trying to decipher what they’re feeling. soft and sweet butterflies take place in her stomach at his response. their sweet accent always made zion’s heart feel a little buzzy. a smile as she feels him bury his face in her neck, something she could only barely make out. but she doesn’t care what they say, it’s all so sweet and gentle and she’s almost in another plane of existence. would moan softly as he moves down her neck, careful not to make anyone else aware of their presence in his room. can’t stop the dumbest smile coming across their face at kit’s words. ‘ you’re the pretty one, kitty. you know how long i’ve had a crush on you ? ’ it’s been too fucking long. pretty much since she first saw them. something pulled her heart towards his and she couldn’t explain it. thinks maybe she might be in a dream. ‘ did you even notice the little drawings i always give you on your coffee cups ? ’ voice is soft, almost a whisper. would always take extra care to create cute doodles on kit’s cups whenever they came into the store. always wondered whether or not they noticed. hands cup the other’s face, lifting it so they could make eye contact. heart thuds at his words. ‘ y - yeah. i do. i want that. i want you. ’ pulls softly on their hair, hands trailing underneath their shirt and down their back. it’s soft. cautious. ‘ really badly, actually. ’

can’t  seem  to  stop  the  growing  smile  tugging  at  their  lips.  a  crush.  god,  and  kit  was  so  stupid.  too  stupid  to  even  realize  it.  fingers  dance  on  their  warm  skin.  '  crush?  that’s  so  fucking  cute.  '  teeth  graze  over  their  neck,  sinking  down.  hums  to  himself.  '  i’ve  been  keeping  those  cups.  did  you  even  notice  the  tips  i  give  to  you  and  you  only?  '  but  then  they  say  those  words.   i  want  you.  and  kit’s  brain  goes  a  little  dizzy.  rubs  at  his  eye  for  a  moment,  letting  out  a  shallow  breath.  fingers  ghost  along  the  exposed  skin  of  their  thigh,  sinking  beneath  the  fabric  of  the  dress  she  wore. eyes  search  for  theirs.  trying  to  see  a  reaction.  something  feels  off.  kit  pulls  his  hand  back  and  sits  up,  legs  resting  at  either  side  of  her  waist.  '  you  gotta  -  you  gotta  tell  me  what  you  want  me  to  do  okay?  '  doesn’t  want  to  overstep  or,  god  forbid,  make  zion  uncomfortable.  so  much  care  runs  through  his  body  for  zion.  the  last  thing  he  ever  wants  is  to  make  them  upset.  leans  down  once  more,  lips  pressed  to  theirs.  a  needy  whimper  falls  into  her  mouth.  pulls  away  but  keeps  his  forehead  against  theirs.  exhales  slowly.  '  cause  right  now  i  just  really  wanna  taste  you..  '  it’s  a  whisper  against  her  skin.