#i. sorry.

[idolatrybarbie]

flatliners meets crash in this new horny thought: surgeons who cut themselves open so their partners can fuck the wound

[screenviolense-a]

           ‘ where is travis? i know he’s the one that planted-- ‘ she loathed to say it, her face turning red and scrunching up just at the thought. if mr. d found out someone had planted something other than strawberries in the fields, especially something that closely resembled the tops of carrots, they would be dead. or worse. ‘ --illicit substances. ‘

@killerfied​ / katie starter call.

[pxppinmolly-archived]

‘ stop it. you’re tempting me. ’

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A leg stretches over, continuing to rub against his own from their seat at the table. Her eyes are lidded as she gazes at him, giggling with faux sweetness! Deviousness is laced in it all.

A lean over the table, head rested in her hand. “If you want me ta’ stop you should do a betta’ job of doin’ it ratha’ than tellin’ me ta’,” she’d coo lowly, letting a leg wrap around his ankle.

Teehee!