#prettytiedxp

[saintsandsiinners]

         pretty girls in bars weren’t hard to come by, but pretty girls like zoe? fuck. it’s no wonder rosie was instantly drawn to the gorgeous brunette with those dark eyes and that short hair she wants to run her fingers through. just imagining all the wicked things that mouth could probably do? of course rosie asked her to dance, and that’s how she ends up with zoe’s thigh between hers, the skirt of her dress barely concealing her panties with the way the two are grinding against one another. bass throbs heavy around them and she can’t remember the last time she’s worked up this much of a sweat not strictly related to sex. “you’re so fucking hot,” rosie speaks loudly enough for the brunette to hear. they’d only talked long enough to exchange a few pleasantries and names, but other than that, she’s pretty much been glued to zoe’s side for the past hour. @prettytiedxp​

[cottoncandysoul]

        “Hey, hey, it’s going to be okay,” he’s quick to murmur, reaching for the brunette, strong hands curling around her hips to pull her against him in effort to keep her from doing harm to herself. So he attempts to convince himself, anyway. “Breath, Cami. You need to breathe,” Santiago continues to murmur, his lips flush against her ear, keeping her body pressed against his, all soft curves against own muscled form and he tries not to think about how good she smells. She needed him; she didn’t need him to think about her naked, or writhing under him, or anything close to entertaining thoughts he’d been having about her for some time now. “I won’t let you slip, you know that,” he adds carefully, brushing a soft kiss against her temple. @prettytiedxp

[treasureslowlyfade]

Text || Luciana & Titus

(six days after the incident)

Luciana: Listen, I'm trying to give you space because I think you think you'll be better if you push me away, but you need to stop.

Luciana: I'm pregnant, I need you to talk to me.

Luciana: Please.

[icantwalk]

Aubree: APOLLO. WAKE UP & PAY ATTENTION TO ME.

[thoushallntfall]

Sophia: Maaattt

Sophia: You awake?

[mrgreydean-blog]

The Mixer

After several weeks of eagerly waiting for it, the big night had finally arrived. Grey reached into his suit jacket’s inner pocket and produced a gold-trimmed invitation that he displayed at the sorority house’s front door. It was his exclusive passport to the first mixer of the new year where sponsors could mingle with sponsees face-to-face. There were special rules for people in his position of course, such as a sponsor could choose to remain anonymous throughout the evening or attempt to poach another sponsee if they so chose, but Grey wasn’t interested in playing games. He’d come to the house tonight with singular purpose - to meet Ivy and express his interest taking their relationship to the next level. Once he cleared the entry hall, Grey picked up a gold pin from a small side table. He presumed that the token was to distinguish Sponsors from one another or to subtly track their whereabouts on the grounds - in either case, he was already scanning the main room for his girl. It gave him a unique thrill to realize that she would have no idea who he was at first sight, but he would recognize her instantly.       

@prettytiedxp

[saintsandsiinners]

text | devlin+mikhail

dev: hey, it's me :)

dev: [ mms of dev wearing mikhail's shirt ]

dev: devlin, i mean.

dev: it's devlin.

dev: how are you?

[saintsandsiinners]

cont. from here. @prettytiedxp​

she had to speak it into existence, didn’t she? there’s no way she could actually know about his weakness and his ability to love too hard, too fast, a trait his older brother, tyler, constantly made fun of him for. not that the man had much room to talk being as happily involved with bianca has he is, but of the garcia men, santiago is definitely the softest of the bunch. at least, where it counts. he doesn’t doubt, if he allowed himself to, he’d fall for the woman who he’s slowly been learning with every visit made to her house. like how she always smells like sugar and spice, or how when it’s too hot in the house, she wears her hair up (teasing him with the elegant slope of her neck he wants to nibble on). or how what kind of wine she drinks (though he’s more curious how the rich red would taste on her lips). he offers her a low chuckle before standing from the chair and crossing the room after her. he’s not stupid. he’s going to take as much advantage of the opportunity he’s been given. “uh-sure... i can’t say i’m much of a wine connoisseur. always been more of a beer guy, or like... you know what hard cider, is? yeah, my family teases me a lot for not liking the harder stuff.” he tells her with a small grin, leaning against the counter, content to simply watch her.