#gcldthrone

“Me? Tired?” Saraya laughed, bending down to catch Mercedes’ lips with hers. “When I have you in my bed for the first time in like a month? There’s no way I’m gonna fall asleep on you.” She ran a hand through her love’s purple hair, sighing gently. “Speaking of our bed... is there a chance of us getting out of here soon? You know. So I could prioritize your orgasm in stuff.” Not that Saraya minded spending time with her coworkers and friends, but she wanted to get Mercedes alone.

He added, pursing his lips ever so slightly, ‘ There’s a really cool one in the area. The kicker? They say that the place really is haunted. Although, that’s just a rumor. It really gets everyone interested in the backstory, at least. ‘

[text: banks <3 || sent]: well fuck me for trying to be romantic. [text: banks <3 || sent]: I’ll remember that the next time you want to sit on my dick.

Tongue slid over his thick lips as he shut the door behind her, “I’m really hopin’ ya dressed up for me.” Dark eyes scanned over her toned body before his arms caged her in, effectively trapping her against the wall. Joe leaned in, bearded jaw barely touching her exposed shoulder as his lips pressed against her neck. He slowly pushed his body against her much smaller frame; teeth now digging into her soft skin before he kissed her sensitive neck. “You look gorgeous.” he breathed out, one hand moving to slide over her strong legs; god he loved those legs, he could worship them all damn night. 

[text: WINTER RAE || SENT]: cedes wtf are you talking about?? [text: WINTER RAE || SENT]: holy fuck those were SO not supposed to go to you

Being stuck in an elevator was something he never experienced before, but for the sake of the younger woman he tried to stay calm and collected, after all someone needed to remain level headed. "It might just be the power. I say we give it a few minutes and see if it start moving on it's own, if not I guess we'll have to call the fire department or something. Does your phone has a signal?" As he spoke those last few words, Pate reached into his pocket to pull out his own, fighting back a slight groan when he realized he barley had two bars.

“Whatever it is, I don’t care and I don’t want to care. Fuck off, before you give me the usual migraines again.”

(SMS – THE BOSS – SENT): Oh my fucking god!! (SMS – THE BOSS – SENT): Your number is right next to Steph’s in my contacts. (SMS – THE BOSS – SENT): This stays between us alright? Swear on it Sasha!