Top Posts Tagged with #fierceli

“ YOU KNOW WHAT YOU NEED? a better coffee maker. a man can only brew amazing coffee if he has a functioning machine. and said man would really like to because then you’ll enjoy him staying over even more. ------- i’m gonna pick one up after my shift. ” / @fierceli

#fierceli #length : short.#i. VERSE — pour yourself into me and i will not let a drop of you hit the ground.#// pre mark & brooke.#hello do u remember me

•18+ Adults Only

Watch Anya Live on Cam

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.

✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality

Anya is LIVE right now

FREE

Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming

↣ // @fierceli

“ brooke , please don’t leave . i can’t EXPLAIN what happened but i need you to trust me ; i would never do anything to hurt you . ”

#fierceli #↣ // threads:: SCRIPT #↣ // UNIVERSE:: dc tv

“ DON’T ----- DON’T SAY IT. ” freezer door slammed shut, she pads softly back to the couch, hands full. frozen peas held over left eye, teeth settle around the lid to the chilled bottle. wrist turns, metal spat out, burn at the back of her throat welcomed. it’s then that she extends her arm as a peace offering, leaning back against cushions. “ your face is doing that thing, you know. ” / @fierceli

#fierceli #LENGTH : SHORT.#i. VERSE — for those who smile as they drown and laugh as they fall.#whaddup nerd i love u

❛ well , i’d offer you to STAY AT MY PLACE but it’s not exactly a step up from cinderella’s fairytale. not unless we camp out in my nana’s lakehouse. ❜ last part was said as a joke , but comparison of her tragic life to cinderella wasn’t too far off. she even had an evil sister. still , how much longer could the two of them keep hiding out at peyton’s? @fierceli .

#fierceli #♟ ┆ ﹡⋅ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵈᵃʳᵏᶰᵉˢˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᶰᵃᵐᵉ﹖ █ ▌░ ⁽ ᴬᴿᶜ ﹔ ᴼᴺᴱ ᵀᴿᴱᴱ ᴴᴵᴸᴸ⋅ ⁾#these sad bABIES #SOMEONE GIVE THEM A HOME W PEOPLE WHO LOVE THEM #lov u and brooke

△

send me △ for my muse to get trapped in a small closet with yours

“ I KNOW ——- I KNOW. don’t say it. ” plea is mumbled, head turning so angled slope of jaw rests atop her head. back inches away from wooden panelling, bare skin of torsos grazing against each other, he can’t recall a moment where every single sense had been on such high alert. and it’s as though he exists in two worlds.

one. ear pressed to door, heartbeat pounding in his chest. palms are sweaty, shirt balled up tightly in one fist while the other clutches both belt and pants to his waist. in and out, in and out. focus on breathing seems necessary as eyes squeeze shut, a silent prayer that the footsteps fade sooner rather than later. each tap of heel on tile prompts a different scenario of the door being pulled open. in every one, result is less than ideal, more often than not accompanied by something more than just his ego getting bruised.

two. he is hyper aware of just how close they are. her breath is hot against his skin, hair tickling collarbone, swell of breast pressed to chest. the shaky intake of breath, the quickening rhythm of his heart —– maybe it isn’t entirely due to the prospect of getting caught. it would be so easy to let hands settle on the curve of her waist, lips on neck, touches anything but soft. just as they had been seconds before the frenzied flurry of limbs stumbling over each other into the closet.

dainty fingertips tracing hipbone shocks him to his senses, and he knows she has to be thinking something similar. “ brooke. ” smile pricks lips, voice carrying a low warning. “ i am not meeting your parents like this. ”