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Kids - Sleigh Bells

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[sweetasxwolfsbane-blog]

 And then her hand was in his boxers. And instead of doing the thing that she knew he wanted terribly—taken from his not so subtle hints, i.e. taking it on his own account to guide her hand into his pants—she just smirked and rubbed his dick softly. And with nothing separating the skin to skin contact she was suddenly nervous, butterflies wracked her stomach until she thought they might burst through. But, she pushed all of that into the corner of her mind and her smirk only grew bigger—a way to mask the vulnerability and nerves from him, she doesn’t like being seen scared, even from the guy she loves, who also happens to be the one person who scares her the most. She then took her hand away from the warmth it was currently enveloped in and leaned down to collide her lips against his soft ones before pulling away to hover above him, “I’ll kill you if your parents end up walking in. I’m pretty trained with a bow and arrow,” she whispered in the most threatening voice she could muster. 

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[stonerspencer]

Spencer sighed satisfactorily once she stopped fucking around finally established a legitimate relationship with his dick. Just like he'd done with her more times to count, he thought a little bitterly. He couldn't help it, because he totally deserved it. And astoundingly enough, he didn't even have to beg her for it, thanks to the patriarchal not-so-stashed scotch that apparently inspired an entirely overdue meeting consisting of Allison's mouth and his crotch. "You could go a bit lower y'know," he prodded, resisting a compulsion to shift his hips up and push into her mouth more than she currently allowed. But he still relished the minimal mouth contact, and he could certainly come just like this, because hello, he's a guy, and Allison looked especially hot just touching it.

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Remember love is totally made up.

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L.E.S. x childish gambino

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[xalleykat-archive-deactivated20]

❝ Since my life has recently turned dull, I need some excitement

                 —help me out, yeah? ❞

[ what this kid was going to do for katherine, she didn’t know. she just wanted some fun. and she was hoping he could offer her some. ] 

[stonerspencer]

❝ Er, if you're legit, we can smoke the excitement in my pocket. Unless you're talking about penis. I can't give you that. ❞

[stonerspencer]

”Shouts out, Christmas came early this year. How many tacos bro?”

[stonerspencer]

"Lots. 'Lots' as in the most ambiguous number ever. Which also means I just want you accept the D and feed me."

[stonerspencer]

"Buy me a few tacos and I'll give you my penis."

[sweetasxwolfsbane-blog]

"A revolution full of stoners? Yeah, so hot.”

[stonerspencer]

"You don't think I'm hot? I think you're hot, like, all the time."

[onsras]

✆ ☎ ☏ c a l l me b e e p me if y o u wanna r e a c h me ✆ ☎ ☏

[onsras]

"Nobody special," she purred, her voice sugary as she lifted her index finger to curl to beckon him closer. She wanted him back in bed. Her hair was a bit mussed up in the sheets, her skin slightly flushed as she let out a few soft sighs as she waved her hand to pull him back. She could never understand why Spencer enjoyed an after-sex shower, but she didn’t want one. You were supposed  to appreciate the little things, was what she always thought. And the little things included the current moment. She was infinitely happy smelling a bit like his sweat and bit like his cologne. The sheets reeked of it, but she didn’t feel warmer anywhere else. Marianne really, really wanted to enjoy this.

The best part of all this, was she wanted him to smell like it all over again. She wanted to make the sheets as warm as they could be. She wanted to mess up her hair, and feel her body growing hot all over again. Taking the phone, she grabbed it and dropped it on the bedside table, as she rolled onto him. Her flushed chest against his as her small hands pushed back his hair. Pressing kisses to his head, she groaned, before sitting up to reveal his naked form. “I want to do it again. Like five more times at least,” she told him, seriously as her fingers touched the waistband of his boxers. She also believed in appreciating the big things too. “I just want to spend as much time with you as possible,” she purred, whimpering and whining slightly, as she grabbed his hands to put on her bare breasts. “I’m addicted to you,” she begged cutely. Yes, that was the lesson, appreciate the small things and the big things. Especially the big things. 

[stonerspencer]

A handful of tits totally should have cleared Spencer's mind of any misgivings, especially when the tits belong to someone he would have immediately classified as "way too out of his league," like, what? A few weeks ago? He was kind of just happy Kendrick had even considered talking to him, but now it was like everything she said and did shot little hot darts of arousal straight to his dick and he couldn't say "no" to save his life. "Dude, who has that kind of stamina?" he couldn't keep himself from asking. He could've bet his whole trust that Kendrick had been (or still was) only previously fucking guys that were consummate answers to his question.

After some of the most exhausting fifteen minute events ever, all Spencer wanted to do was smoke a bowl and snuggle into Kendrick under the sheets and mull over the surprisingly fantastic state of his life. However he didn't wanna tell her that, nor did the semi-hard part in his boxers want to hear it. Spencer's hands lazily drifted away from her breasts and slid down her sides, and then to the tops of her thighs, admiring her a little like the first time all over again. But then that anti-vagina/anti-Kendrick part of his mind produced that needling thought once again. "Seriously Ken, you're not seeing anyone else, right?" he asked tentatively. "I...I don't know. Sorry. I just like you."

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[sweetasxwolfsbane-blog]

"That would be your own fault for smoking in front of City Hall."

[stonerspencer]

"You should totally be more supportive than this. I could be the leader of a fucking revolution. It'd make me really hot."

[sweetasxwolfsbane-blog]

"Exactly—you could go to jail. And I won’t be there to bail you out."

[stonerspencer]

"What? You have to. You want me to get raped by some John Cena type? I don't think so."

[sweetasxwolfsbane-blog]

"I don’t know how well that one would go."

[stonerspencer]

"Seriously, what's the worst that could happen? Besides going to jail and being, like, someone's bitch."

[stonerspencer]

"Grand Theft Auto gave me an excellent fucking idea: a smoke-in outside of City Hall. It's actually dumb enough to work."

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{♔} — Tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans, Ryder ambled down the walkway leading to his favorite post-gym sandwich shop. After working off all of the carbohydrates consumed during the day, his body yearned for some heavy proteins and calories, and the perfect place to fulfill all of his body’s desires was only around the corner. He opened the door and the bell on top of it chimed aloud signaling the employee behind the register that he was there. After ordering his favorite on the menu, the blond paid and was given his delight in a to-go box meant to be enjoyed in the privacy of his home. Tipping the sweet girl behind the stand and making his way out, the twenty year old felt the chilled autumn air tousle his caramel locks and obstruct his vision, which absent-mindedly caused him to strike a person that walked opposite of him; his boxed food falling the the ground and spilling all over the concrete. “Fuck!” He groaned, a heavy sigh seeping from his lips as he bent down to gather it all together. “Thanks a lot, man,” he quipped, shaking his head in frustration due to his hyperglycemic mood swings.

[stonerspencer]

"Shit. Sorry," Spencer said perfunctorily. He failed at trying to infuse some sort of sincerity into his voice, yet he still bent at the waist, helping the boy repack his box. Apparently, being uncoordinated and a little too high off your ass to be considered conscious could make you a danger to passersby. Or more importantly, someone's lunch. "You alright?" he questioned, righting himself and slotting his cold hands back into the pockets of his jeans. "Bro, I was just, like, walking and completely zoned out. Wicked crazy."