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[ofthanatophobia]

@esmcrcldaa

[TEXT: MASON ➤ ESMERALDA] : pst , esme , ascolta me [TEXT: MASON ➤ ESMERALDA] : can you meet me - i’m in the mood to get inked , call it celebration night [TEXT: MASON ➤ ESMERALDA] : just don’t tell anyone u’r meeting me , don’t wanna get you into shit [TEXT: MASON ➤ ESMERALDA] : let’s just say i wasn’t exactly a good boy tonight lmfao [TEXT: MASON ➤ ESMERALDA]: just ditch the meteor shower, you saw the fire, they wont care.

[venomform]

@esmcrcldaa [TEXT: ALEJANDRA → ESMERALDA ] esme , i know i’ve been mia lately [TEXT: ALEJANDRA → ESMERALDA ] but i need u to do me a favour [TEXT: ALEJANDRA → ESMERALDA ] uno: get me a some coke , discount pls  [TEXT: ALEJANDRA → ESMERALDA ] dos: make me a tat [TEXT: ALEJANDRA → ESMERALDA ] you don’t need to sketch it or anything , ‘s a drawing - just needs an A ,  , i’ll explain the concept when i get there yeah - but here’s a pic, [TEXT: ALEJANDRA → ESMERALDA ] attached image  [TEXT: ALEJANDRA → ESMERALDA ] it needs a little A and that’s it really

[ofthanatophobia]

@esmcrcldaa

         his gaze spots an all too familiar femme - and at first mason finds himself standing there , admiring her from a far , watching her talk to whoever that idiot was - but he’s thinking one thing ; shit she’s beautiful - and he’s left wondering whether or not she was enjoying herself. yet he picks up two of the glasses of champagne , one for her and one for himself - and he moves to stand in between her and whomever she was talking to. “  hope you don’t mind , i got you a drink.  ”and he offers her the glass - his gaze flickering to fall upon her angelic features , tongue darting across his bottom lip. he can feel whoever it was behind him , mutter something - and briefly he looks over his shoulder , glares at the male - quick way of telling him to fuck off - and thank god he listens. “  you look real fuckin’ good , esme.  ” his lips have curled into a grin , flute glass lifted to his lips , a small sip taken - and he takes a step closer , free hand reaching for the small plastic bag of weed hidden away in one of his pockets - “  i’m in the mood for sharin’ so .  .  . wanna smoke ?? ” 

[sarpelui-saved]

😏 ( madden >.> tehe )

FINGERNAILS  LEAVE  THEIR  OWN  red  tracks  down  his  back  ,  it  arches  towards  her  ----  a  gift  from  the  heavens  themselves  as  a  paid  of  tiny  hands  keep  him  pinned  against  the  bed  .  what  crawls  across  his  features  is  a  devilish  little  grin  ,  thin  lipped  and  amused  he  shifts  as  he  can  feel  the  stain  of  gloss  leave  it’s  own  marking  across  his  flesh  .  and  she  bites  ,  a  prompted  return  of  the  sound  that  slips  from  otherwise  steady  lips  and  a  content  gaze  falls  shut  .  blood  rushing  to  the  surface  he  can  feel  the  heat  only  building  between  them  as  manicured  nails  dig  into  the  thin  layer  of  skin  around  his  wrist  .  he  knows  once  she  releases  him  there  will  be  a  gratuitous  mark  along  his  neck  ,  purple  and  red  branding  that  matches  nothing  like  the  lion  and  snake  inked  across  his  flesh  but  in  the  moment  ,  it’s  his  in  which  he  only  responds  in  kind  ,  his  own  teeth  pushing  into  the  curve  of  her  shoulder  .  

              ------ aggression & sexual tension !! @esmcrcldaa

[outlawhqs]

mother trucker dude

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