#venusflytrp

[gothicglockz]

setbacks don't exist, you already have what you want.

[gothicglockz]

a struggle of a bad btch who also happens to be a master shifter

stuck between if i should make another post or script my dr hmm hmm! i need a notion script plug or something because why is it lowk hard to find cute scripts that match the typa vibe i'm tryna go for (for each dr) and before yall say "just make it urself", im kinda a perfectionist with my scripts so be redoing the same script 10x times😭

[fateforged]

peyton wants the k from billie thanks xoxo

(     I WANT THE K    /  @powerpoisons​​   /   NUMBER 9. A JAWLINE KISS.    ) 

One day, she would be forgiven for her sins... Her wrong doings, cause lord knows that there were plenty of them. One day she’d be forgiven for the possessive way she’d watch Peyton in the ring. Looked at her as though her name was written across every inch of her skin, wanting to trace her mouth over every damn letter that she could see. This possessiveness had always been there, she’d admit. Peyton was hers and had been ever since they were teenagers back in Sydney. But it was only recently that that possessiveness had reared its ugly head into her actions. Wormed its way into everything she’d think about. 

Was it unhealthy? Absolutely. Did she care? Not in the fucking slightest. 

If it’s not broken, then don’t fix it. Why would she try and put a stop to the way Peyton’s leg would wrap about her hips while they shared whispers beneath the sheets? Or the way that Peyton’d call her name both in the ring and out? Billie would rather die than change that. It was at the point that if you called Billie crazy in love, she’d nod her head and smile. 

“You know... Seein’ you all riled up out there does things to me.”  Billie had basically purred the words into Peyton’s ear, letting her teeth nibble at her lobe while she camel-kicked the door shut behind them. Sure, it had only been a live event, but anything Peyton did in that ring made Billie’s thirst grow. It’s why she’d dragged her lips from Peyton’s lobe down to the angular curve of her jaw line. It was poisonous, this love. “I can’t even count on my hands a number of times I have nearly accidentally kissed you out there.” He voice was more of a husk now while she placed one tender kiss right in the middle of her jawline. “Or would you like that?”