𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐑ᥫ᭡𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄.

griddies.

make me a soccer coaches wife.

you ? —— inside of me ?

twerk, right now.

hold. her. mommy. * 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴.

they’ll make a song about me, oh wait— it’s called * 𝘑𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘦.

mama’s home.

‘ mm, I can’t sleep— and it’s felt like hours since you were last awake. ’ pouting lips, body wiggling back into his. inhaling his scent as he held her.

stink, stink.

please * ( fuck ) me.

a small whine coming from her, teeth capturing her lower lip— teeth slinking into her skin. ‘ mm, i think that i could use a little refresher. ’ teasingly her words would come out, moving her fingers to caress against his jawline.

i’m filing for divorce. ——— not enough attention.

‘ only you, my love would think to write something like this down. ’ a laugh sounding from her—— leaning in to press her glossed lips to his, arms lazily looping around his shoulders to hold him close for a moment.

phro’s eyes were setting on the bite mark, now slightly turning a small change of color. ‘ yours by right eh? mm, i must’ve forgotten—— might need a small refresher. ’

a slight whimper sounding from her before bursting into laughter. reaching her hand down to playfully smack at his shoulder. ‘ ouchie —— ’

lips parting, now resting on her stomach ; scooting in closer. ‘ mm—— now what is it that you want? hm? ’

coughing. 𝙇 𝙊 𝙐 𝘿 𝙇 𝙔.

hand around her throat, * 𝙣𝙤𝙬.

‘ oh, well—— you can have a treat too. ’ a smirk gracing her lips, signaling him to come closer with her index finger.

clearing throat. ‘ c’mere, percy ! who wants a treat? ’