#im down bad…..

[jj-one]

need to suck han’s dick until there’s no more cum in him left, need to him milk him dry until his stomach caves in like a caprisun, need to have the nastiest, unholiest sex w him that the devil himself will personally walk me 2 heaven gate & tell god he don’t want my nasty ass down there

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[bionicboxes]

fuck you (un-3Ds your Tenna)

[mysicklove]

yuuji itadori and his massive cock that he happens to be incredibly embarrassed about

[triona-tribblescore]

Congrats Angel sweetie, You're the last to find out.

[thedispatch]

And if I were to tell you I'm down bad for the manifestation of insanity, the throat of delusion, what would you do then, huhhh??? Arrest me???

[omgitskaii]

when i saw that scene in like s4 with cas shoving dean into the wall and covering his mouth to keep him quiet i knew right then and there that little bitch of a winchester was a bottom and there’s no one on gods green earth that can change my mind

[catmask]

SNAPDEX: DAY 13 | DEX 104

cubert.... warmup for today, 30 minutes

[hinamie]

this is an ideal illusion .

[theellipelli]

arent you gonna wake up sometime soon ?

[drawnbyraven]

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[lucabyte]

even dogs pass the mirror test

[shouyuus]

vi kisses open mouthed and sloppy, all desperate fingers and needy little moans as she pushes you back into whatever surface is nearest -- the wall, a counter, the door, the sofa -- something, anything, for her to leverage against, for her to press closer to you -- always, always closer. she doesn't think she'll ever get enough.

she kisses you like she's drowning, like she hungers for the air in your lungs, like you are the last breath of oxygen in a vacuum sealed room.

sometimes, she'll spend forever just laving her tongue across yours, other times, she'll sink her teeth into your bottom lip till you're hissing out in pain. but you know she'll always kiss it better.

"v-vi --" she likes it when you gasp her name, when it stitches out of you in broken bits, even though it's just once syllable. she likes the way it sounds on your breath, the way your voice curls around it like it's something precious. she's always wanted to be something precious.

"mm -- love it when you say my name," she murmurs, her lips hot against your skin, trailing down the line of your jaw, grazing over your fluttering pulse; she grins at the way it jumps.

"vi." you whine, fingers sinking into her hair as you tug her back up for another kiss, and another, and another. she kisses you like she could never get tired of kissing you; you kiss her back like you feel just the same.

"that's right, pretty -- mm... keep sayin' my name like that... just like that."

[awearywritersworld]

okay, what if the situation at moonrise towers was reversed?

the trader is a vampire and they offer you the potion to permanently increase your strength, but only if you let them feed from you.

astarion would try soooo hard not to let his emotions betray him. you haven't defined your relationship. the decision is yours to make. he's just using you, anyway...

but gods, does the thought of someone else's teeth in your neck make him sick to his stomach. no one else should be able to taste you, to hear the way your breath catches at the first draw of blood, to feel your hand grip their bicep if it gets to be too much.

you decline the offer, much to the pale elf's relief, and he finds himself in your tent that night. he joins you even before the other party members have gone to sleep for the evening.

his desperation quickly becomes apparent. he litters your neck with bites before moving to your chest, then your abdomen. he hardly even feeds, too busy marking what's his.

making his way back up your body, he laps at the blood he's spilled while the warmth of his breath fans across your delicate skin.

once he finds your lips, he leaves a lingering kiss there before pulling back. his expression is almost sheepish, though the sentiment is gone the very next moment.

he settles beside you wordlessly, opens a book, and pretends not to see the look on your face— knowing and amused.

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[cymk8]

miss ma'ams..........

[linkerbell]

lmao 😙 what if though 😳