#《 ‹ lacey.

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it was another day in the studio where everyone was actually working on their upcoming album besides ryder. he always found some way to goof off or distract himself, but he was getting quite bored at this point. he was leaning back in his chair, tossing up his drum sticks and attempting to catch and juggle them when an unfamiliar and remarkably pretty figure made her way into the studio. he sat up immediately, dropping his drum sticks in the process. "woah-- and hello to you too," were the first words to slip out of his mouth like an absolute dork, only to eventually stand up and make her way over to her. "you might be in the studio down the hall or next to us-- unless you've just decided to come keep me company." / @angelsdvsts

[pollard-zero]

𝙻𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚢 𝙶𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚎.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐔

[burygods]

starter : savanna rosado & kenneth engerman.

he thought he was hallucinating, a cruel mirage that his mind concocted to torture him. she was gone, and she wasn't coming back ... and yet like an angel of death she sat across from him now. was it fate, destiny, a cruel joke, he didn't know.

kenny was a man of few words but even for him the silence was deafening. just staring at each other ... probably thinking about what to do with the other. he was the one to break, raising his bound hands into view, shaking them a little in @wandyrlust's direction.

❛ ❛ are the ropes necessary ? ❜ ❜

[crystalchespin]

oh no.!! there's guys in my puter!!!!1!

[devorment]

@lustwandyred → FROM NESTA TO SCOTT : prompt ↳ " [ KNEES ] : sender lowers themselves to their knees. "

scott was a man enamoured, completely enthralled with a woman that could run rings around him ... and has, many times. nesta was a woman built of fire and scott was happy enough to get burned by her --- if that was the way he'd go, let the flames of her lick at his skin.

all while her eyes remained on him she guided him to a chair, pushing him down upon it and like a ragdoll he did it. no questions asked, her obedient servant. nephilim watched as she slowly and agonizingly lowered herself to her knees before him, his tongue darting out to wetten his lips in sheer anticipation. her flames were heating his skin and the warmth felt incredible.

scott never took his eyes off her, not as long as she looked that good on her knees, not as long as her fingers made quick work of his belt and the unbuttoning of his jeans. placing both hands on the seat of the chair he assisted her in wriggling the fabric free off his skin, snaking them around his ankles. the whole show had him bulging in his boxers, his manhood practically begging to be freed, to let her do what he enjoyed her mouth doing. that same mouth could bring him pain and pleasure in equal measure --- but he loved the pleasure more, could one blame him ? ❛ ❛ fuck nesta. ❜ ❜ scott murmured, using every bit of energy in him not to take his boxers off himself and let himself bounce loose, wanting her to have absolute complete control of him ... but fuck, she hasn't even touched him yet and he's already begging for her.

[wombywoo]

/my head is bloody, but unbowed/

[juliet2citrus]

♡ Wow! You look so beautiful! ♡

[cubedmango]

country kid champion

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"that's actually not what i'm saying," sean rolled their eyes, eyeing her for a moment. "so dramatic.. i'm saying you're unforgettable for reasons i can't talk about in public." they chuckled, fingers subconsciously laced with hers and not even thinking about it much for a while; it simply felt natural. hearing her statement about pineapple on pizza, they chuckled and nodded their head in agreement. "good, because i thought we were gonna have to end things here if you said otherwise.." they trailed off before finally arriving at the parlor. "shall we split a pepperoni then?" / @mccntower

“yeah, yeah.. whatever,” rolling her eyes as have moves to give him a playful shove, but she didn’t miss the playful smile that was upon their lips. “other reasons? you telling me that i’m forgettable? did you hear that? it’s the sound of my heart crushing,” she makes a whimper sound, hand place upon her heart, dramatically. following his lead, she held onto his hand as if she was a child lost in the big world. after their successful train ride, they were back on their feet walking again. scrunching up her nose, she shakes her head, “you belong in jail if you think pineapple deserves to be on pizza.”

[baddestbitcheseverywhere]

Lacey Chabert

[munna-sato]

[crimson-iguess]

They're all a little silly

[maybecoffeemixed]

Goddammit, Drayton.

[mumblo-number-five]

Lacey Chabert

[zendeyas]

The Plastics wearing Graphic T-Shirts – Mean Girls (2004)