#deceptjons

“where do you want to go next?” they asked her, lips pressed against her neck in such a raw, soft moment.  “you just name it.. my love and we can go.. we can do.. whatever you want..” jac added, hands running over her bare frame with a tiny smile.

ELIAS.  i miss my facial hair scratching your thighs. ELIAS.  want you to ride my face like you used to. @deceptjons

italia bit down onto her lower lip as she looked at ez. “i have a question for you.”, she stated. the two had been best friends for a few months now, but she had no idea italia’s career or seen that side of her. yet, here she was, looking at the other as they sat on her bed smoking a joint. “— do you want to fuck my boyfriend and i?”

misterblue: where can i send to?

“For me, it’s this job.” She sighed, running a hand through her light brown curls, watching as they bounced upon her shoulders. Currently, she had been resting in the break room, having just taken her lunch break; her boss was in a sour mood, giving her tons of things to do without thoroughly explaining himself and was being overly critical of the work she did -- why couldn’t he just understand?

axl licked across his lips as his eyes scanned across the bodies of the females that had all piled up against the walls backstage at the stadium. he walked past many of them without even much of a first glance. then, he halted as his eyes landed on a female. “come with me.”  /  @deceptjons

off limits — a term that correlated with DO NOT FUCKING TOUCH, in most cases. ❛ fuck me! ❜ exasperation mixing with agitation, the effort derek feels in the t e n s i o n of his jaw ( muscles working themselves tight. ) at the resistance of his biggest temptation yet. having his amber hues tracing over the femme's frame in all the ways that his hands cannot only surges another sting of ache. both to his groin & the burning need in the back of his throat. the one that imagines his lips feverishly imprinting the skin of dallas' girlfriend ; all teeth marks and hickies tainting her. fists shoved into the denim of his pockets do nothing to aide in his restraint, the male working his jaw with further distress to keep his b e t r a y a l under wraps and from becoming an actual event at the celebration. what were they celebrating again? derek couldn't be sure, his mother a serial celebrator who could celebrate anything under the sun that she saw fit. any other time, it wouldn't be an issue but watching the femme of his latest, most t r o u b l i n g desires was dipping salt into the wound he'd created himself. ( by allowing his senses to be thrown so off-kilter, by allowing his brain to forfeit control to the southern region of his body. ) feet are moving before he realizes it, the blond too entranced as his tongue slips out to wet his lower lip. five seconds is all it takes before he's standing before her, the words tripping from his tongue before he's gotten a good idea of where he's taking this. ❛ come with me. ❜ hand already tugging on theirs, hoping he doesn't get pulled to a stop until they make it into his kitchen. his quiet, mostly empty kitchen where he's already visualizing hands tainted her skin, ruining her for anyone else. ( or so, he craves that. ) it's a primal urge, animal even and that's all he's able to FEEL right now.

starter call   !   @deceptjons