did you know that your love is the sweetest sin?

ZENDAYA & ROBERT PATTINSON by Sean Thomas for 'The Drama' press (2026)

1.08 - Wiring MOTORHEADS (2025-)

"True but you won't have to answer as many questions once the album's finished." Sonny offered knowing the onslaught of promotional work that was ahead. As she pretended to answer the questions Sonny couldn't help but laugh while pulling her closer to him. He knew every word out of her mouth was the complete truth. While his visits to the studio now were more covert than ever - he always made sure he brought her clementine to ensure she was eating while working so hard. Sonny sighed into the kiss as he reached for her hands slotting their fingers together with a squeeze. "I do too, it's just so crazy how quickly my career and popularity has just spiraled it's incredibly overwhelming but I'm grateful for it." He nods still trying to wrap his head around everything. "I thought I was lucky when you agreed to go out with me. When all of what's happening now was just you know a pipe dream, a fantasy and now it's like, whoa this is real this is happening but being able to decompress from it all with you really helps." Ivy already having her own fame helped bring some levity to the entire situation. She handled it all so effortlessly, he always tried to channel that energy when he's the center of attention now. "I'm not looking forward to that part of being public about us but I am looking forward to going to events with you, talking about you, posting about you, bragging about you," he grins leaning in to kiss at her neck. "And making it very very clear to all those admirers that you're taken."

"we're going to make the hottest couple on any red carpet," she mused, her head tilting to the side to allow him more access to kiss and nip at her skin. for all its negatives, she was genuinely excited for when they were both ready to debut their relationship. there would always be naysayers, people desperate for their demise, but she had learned to block out that sort of negativity. as long as she had trust in him and their relationship, nothing could damage it. "we can match," she mused, her thoughts already consumed with complimentary outfits. "i can go with you to premieres and you can accompany me to events." she paused, pulling back to look at him. "and of course we're both going to be at our own awards shows." once she hit her stride with music, ivy hadn't really been interested to return to acting, so it was nice to live vicariously through him and his career. she leaned forward, pressing all of her body weight into him as she kissed him, completely melting into him. "how are you gonna make it clear, baby? gonna post me all over your social media? mention me in every interview?" she teased against his lips. "i think wearing a shirt that says TAKEN BY IVY WHITMORE will be more than enough to make it clear, don't you think?"

naomi nodded, though she didn't know salem. she knew of her, but the two had met after his breakup. but she did know the aftereffects of his ex, and she didn't want to linger on that subject any longer than they needed to. "well, i'm sure i can find, like, a teddy bear or something in your room," she teased, "in case you need more than one person to listen." she watches as he gets up and puts the CD in. "you know, i really appreciate your appreciation for physical media. it's refreshing." was it easier to just stream? yes, but there was something so authentic about him actually putting in a CD or playing a vinyl. mix CDs themselves were just another layer, and naomi would love to get one made just for her. for now, she'd settle on listening to what he made and bopped her head as the opening notes of a familiar song started opening. "do you really think this is a good eating out song?" she asked as the opening lines of pony were sung. "this is more of a sex song than anything. or!" she snapped her fingers, "a strip song!" it was a sexy song, she could at least agree with that, her body naturally moving to its rhythm.

JENNIFER'S BODY // (2009) — dir. karyn kusama

"sisters help each other with these kinds of things." words are uttered following a scoff at her hesitation. marnie licks her lips, her hand sliding to cover theirs gently, warm in the way she rubs their skin and leans in to peck her cheek. "you can trust me. i just want to take care of you... that's my job."

it's wrong. well, wren knows it's supposed to be wrong, yet it doesn't feel like it. not when her sister's hand is warm, and her lips are soft against her cheek. "just between us?" it's not that she doesn't trust marnie, but her anxiety is spiked because of how badly she wants this. her hand turns over in marnie's hold, lacing their fingers together. finally, she smiles. it's small, tentative, but there. "i trust you." she trusted marnie with everything, and now she was going to give over all of herself. because she loved her.

there was a reason older, married men like adam goes golfing every saturday morning. it wasn't because they loved to golf. it was because of those young bev cart girls. they were all so young and perky, unlike his wife, who was always tired, and has stopped trying to look good for him. she was the complete opposite of that old hag. she was gorgeous and eager to please. with her age, it had been too easy to manipulate her into getting her to remove her underwear and show him her heavy tits. "god, look at you.." he groaned at the sight. his hand shamelessly cupping one of her breasts. "i bet your pussy is really tight, huh?" his lips curled in a predatory way as he reached over to the compartments where she keeps all the shooters. "here, have some more shots with me. it's all on my amex card. and make sure to give yourself a hefty tip.” he shoved the small bottle to her mouth, practically forcing it down her throat.

normally, lettie had the men practically eating out of the palm of her hands, ordering drinks they didn't need and giving her tips that they'd surely regret once they sobered up. today was different. the man laid it on thick, and she found she liked the attention more than her usual clients. he was cute in that dad way. so she didn't turn him down when he asked her to share a drink with him, than another. now she was a few shots deep, tipsy and partially naked, giggling to his words. "maaaaaaybe," she teased, dragging the word out like only a drunk person could. "i guess you'll have to touch me to find out." she bit her lip as she watched him, knowing she could definitely get fired for this type of behavior but they were supposed to make sure all the patrons were happy, right? the cold plastic hit her lips and she tilted her head back to drink the contents, her face pinching as she coughed a little. "how big of a tip?" she asked, eyes glancing towards his pants. right now, with the cool air causing her nipples to pebble, she wasn't interested in the monetary kind he promised, openly curious about what he was hiding in his pants.