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fnl meme [1/10] relationships ▷ tim riggins & lyla garrity 

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"Want to try something different?" from jason, omg

OVERHEARD  IN  THE  BEDROOM   //   ACCEPTING.

she’s  a  coitus  cradle  of  milky  limbs   /   her  dominion,   the  span  of  his  hips,   the  emphatic  glide  of  calloused  fingertips  along  the  sateen  apex  of  her  thighs.     such  subdued  SALACITY  rivets  her  so!   raptures  doxy  carved  hollow  in  wait  of  swive,   opiate  hitch  plundered  from  cleft  of  marbled  maw.     his  smirk  and  the  bud  of  THAT  MOUTH,   flushed  pink  and  worn  with  the  wet  shimmer  of  her;   the  memory  of  it  anchored  betwixt  her  legs  only  moments  ago  to  quench  insatiably;   when  crescendo  had  alabaster  spine  arching  from  the  sheets  with  canorous  keen.     recollection  spurns  spate  of  beholden  kisses  to  blaze  his  throat;   lips  mesh,   midnight  musk  sought  from  the  press  of  fervent  lick   —   and  she  KNOWS  if  this  continues  much  further   (   his  incessant  stroke,   the  swell  of  desire  and  dilated  mewls  rendered  to  pearled  aperture   )   she’ll  be  spent  before  intrigue  is  sated.    

gluttonous  endeavour   :   lissome  frame  oversets  and  rests  atop  him,   pins  prodigious  hands  above  his  head  in  a  vice  they  BOTH  pretend  is  inescapable  lest  he  be  chided  for  not  playing  fair.     and  she’s  not  naive  to  her  ascendancy   —   the  hiss  provoked  by  slick  glissade,   the  heat  of  her  so  close,   the  minute  jolt  of  sprite  bosom.   mouth  meets  his  chest;   salt  of  his  skin  under  her  tongue,   WICKED  gleam  heavy  through  serried  lashes.     ❛   tell  me  what  you  want.   ❜

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filleryear:

they   weren’t   so   much   best   friends   as   they   were   extensions   of   each   other.         the   thing   was,      they   could   function   without   the   other.         they   just   didn’t   want   to.

                         ELENA   GILBERT      //      BONNIE   BENNETT      //      CAROLINE   FORBES                            (   by   taylor   )                       (   by   megs   )                            (   by   bri   )

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❝ you didn’t think you’d feel this way. ❞ samchel

MEME: RICHARD SIKEN SENTENCES.STATUS: NOT ACCEPTING. 

if not at home,    she’s at   peace  here,    amid the dankly echoing ceiling of the auditorium with her VOICE.    her concentration doesn’t drift to his footfalls padding across the stage,    she commands the individual notes to her whole BEING,    like existing inside them,     or like she’s made FOR THEM or out of them.    it’s melancholy,    and it pierces him with musing to whether she grieves for finn more or less today,    or if this was her method to sorting out their bustle around one another in the hall the other day with an exchange that had him worried they might kiss or confront what they had recently been avoiding like the plague.    since then,    he hasn’t properly closed his eyes without a flash of her expression in that moment ––––    expectant,    fearful    ?    and he hasn’t efficiently co - lead a practice without fumbling a football if she skipped past,    or there was a whiff of her conditioner ––––    peppermint,    melon    ?    it’s dark,    but she creates her own spotlight,    humming from within her,    and it awes him that she sings both for herself and the entire universe;    both like there isn’t another soul aside from her’s listening and the collective souls of an audience are gathered to weep for her as she weeps for finn,    or her capability to CEASE weeping for finn,    that there would be a day he would be a box of photographs and memories and an ache as an aftershock.    it moves sam as he hasn’t been moved before;    does she  FEEL  finn here on this stage    ?    after,    sam veered to this place,    where they lost afternoons,    but they have more GAIN than LOSS between them and these walls,    even if their most prominent loss was in every corner and outline within the heart of their treasured YOUTH.     when she’s done,    she cradles her porcelain chin into the fleece sweater of her shoulder,    though he rather it be his hand,    but the gym bag strapped between his fingers limits him from clearing the glitter of her tears.    without a word,    the DEPTH of their gazes are enough,    they gravitate,    and his nose lunges across hers to snip at the cotton web of her lips,    and they have their kiss from two days ago.    ❜     i knew i’d feel this way one day again ––– after mercedes.    i didn’t think it’d be YOU.   ❜   // @deathsomens

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boyfluent:

              ❝    I   AM   ONE   IN   A   MILLION.          //          written   by   bri. 

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♦: Slow dancing , lol I'm fine

picturesque   —–   her   head   upon   his   shoulder     ,    hand    grazing    lower    back    as   if   discovering   it   for   the   first   time  .    slender    digits    grasp    at    fabric   ,     as    if    reaching    for    any    chance    at   a    happy    ending   .     love    spanning   years   built    up    within   the   pair  ,   a    longing   for    something   —-   anything  —-   to    FIX    it   .     lips    ,    stained    crimson  ,   press    together    gently   as    she   manages    a   smile    most   tender  .    sound    of     celebration    breaking    through  ,  nearing    midnight    and    blushing    bride    brooke    davis    —–   beautiful   as    ever  ,    cascading    white    silk     just    a    mere    blur   from   peripherals   .      vocals   ,   dipped    in   champagne    &     hushed    against    familiar    stench    of    his   cologne   ,    ring    through    thickened    silence    that   they’d    succumbed    to   .          

‘    ——      tim    ?      .  ‘      lip   twitches   as    a    confession    is    sure   to    break    ice   .     not   out    of    jealousy    or    malice   ,  desire    to     have     a    love    that    invokes    such    boisterous    celebration   .    longing    for     the    way    mark   looked    at    brooke  ,    gaze     glazed    over    as   if   she    were    the    only    woman    in   the    world  .      ‘         ——-    do    you    want    to    be    with    me   forever   ?  ‘      palms  ,   clench    once   more   as   emerald    hues    are   sure   to   catch   sight   of    his   own  .  blonde   tresses  ,  tousled   as    glitter    clings    to   each    strand   ,   illuminating    beneath     chandelier    ,   fall   in   eloquence   as    she    speaks   .     she     sways   ,    effortlessly    ,    and   he    follows    suit   .    ‘  ——     d’you     ever    want    this   ?    ‘    @peoniesaved 

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deathsomens.

‘  STOP   IT   .   ‘     tilted   head   ,   elena’s    slight    roll    of    the    eyes   is   enough   to   signify   annoyance  .   ‘   i    know    what    you’re    doing   ,   jason  .  ‘ 

❜    YOU  stop it.     ❜     he parrots,    though he's frustrated,     and he doesn't wish to mock,    hands delving into his pockets as he leans against the side of his car.     ❜     i just wanna go for a drive.    where's the  harm  in that    ?     ❜

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deathsomens.

‘    i’m    not   playing    this    game   ,   jason  .  ‘ 

❜    really    ?    'cause it sure feels like you've been playing this  GAME  with me for a while now.    ❜

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"... Little lower." bellamy @ hanna

MEME: OVERHEARD IN THE BEDROOM. 

❜    nuh - huh.    ❜    a tut of her honey - drawn tongue,    basking at the root of his mouth,    the proposal of what awaits.    when she leans back,    he follows her,    his hands shoving aside the skirt she bought solely for him,    and the mahogany wood of the desk slides cool like silk upon her.    slim digits tugged on the tie looped around the bend of his throat,    her knee rising up between them as if to hold him at a distance.     ‘     NOT YET .   ‘    cadence rasps on the tender pulsing of her desire,    heartbeat like a trigger,    and he MUST sense the shaking foundation of her resolve.   she turns away from his profile in this dim light,    catching her breath but it stalls as his nose and maw drag sensually along her shoulder and take fabric with it until he has flesh.    the silence looms as a shadow between them now,    his slick sigh in her ear.     a suspense like hanging off a cliff unravels all her golden limbs and he gains purchase between her shapely legs,    hissing at the mountain of her cleavage as the bullet of her black stiletto digs ruthlessly into the tendon of his rear.    they could be caught here;    she half- naked and sprawled,    blushing as though he already fucked her,     but he’s hardly laid his hands on her,    and she’s shuddering for MORE,    the request rippling the air.    this has been their dance:    the clandestine touch,    the dark corners,    the forbidden tone.    whenever they ended up here,    it was like the first time,    her greedy little fingers are fraying at the leather of his belt,    and she hears him chuckle and is tempted to swallow the sound from him,    but she has her grasp at the jutting bone of his pelvis.    when it’s back in her court,    it’s not as amusing.    blunt nails scratch along his hips,    urging a shiver from him,    and a wicked gleam dilates her iris.    ‘    where do you WANT me    ?    ‘    

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Overheard in the Bedroom

"Just try it. You might like it."

"Harder."

"Want to fool around?"

"Sorry, honey. I'm tired."

"Do you like that?"

"... Little lower."

"I don't feel like it."

"Someone might hear!"

"Faster!"

"Does that feel good?"

"Sorry about that."

"What would you like?"

"Wow. That was amazing."

"I've never done that before."

"Are you sure we aren't going to get caught?"

"Want to try something different?"

"How does this look?"

"I don't feel comfortable about this."

"No. No, I don't think so."

"I feel like playing."

"I need you now."

"Fuuuuuuck. More of that, please."

"What are you wearing?"

"Oh, God, yes."

"Mmm. Right there..."

"Oops. Sorry."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"I needed this."

"Am I in?"

"Here, let me do that."

"What would you like?"

"Kiss me all over."

"Trust me. It'll be great."

"I'm not sure about this..."

"Forgive me for I'm about to sin."

"Fuck me. PLEASE."

"Almost there..."

"Nice and slow."

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dxvinwrites:

an on and off again relationship where they butt heads a lot because they’re just so passionate about practically everything and they have just as many things in common as they do not and they’re the “it” couple which gets kind of overwhelming sometimes bc everyone seems to know your business before you do and other people are always telling them what the other is doing when they’re broken up and all those jealous texts and the fights but also the makeups and the “i’m sorry for being so fucking stupid can we pretend that didn’t happen” and the “my mom wants to know when you can come over for dinner” texts sent at 9:38 PM on the night they were supposed to go on a date i juST honestly it’d be so fun and cute and imagine all the headcanons we could come up with and casual little paras or chatzys or whatever that we could do and goD DAMMIT them being “on a break” but he still goes to her debate competitions or poetry slams whatevER and she goes to his stuff bc gdi that’s bae :\ even if bae is being annoying af rn :\

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abysstic.

‘        come   on,     you’re   being   ridiculous.          what’s   that   even   supposed   to   mean ?          ‘

❜     okay,    i so do not believe for ONE MINUTE that you don't know what i'm talking about.    do you think she's  HOT    ?    ❜

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trcmblings:

capablehands:

capablehands:

you’ve   got   a   warm   heart   ,   you’ve   got   a   beautiful   brain .     private  gwendolyn   stacy  

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capablehands.

‘   i’m    an    angel    tim   ,   i   didn’t   even   need    to   dress   up .  ‘   @peoniesaved 

❜    the point of halloween is t' be somethin' different.     ❜