I Made All The Crows In The Sims And One Time When Talking To Inej It Gave Me The Option For Kaz Either

i made all the crows in the sims and one time when talking to inej it gave me the option for kaz either to a) FLIRT or b)CALL HIMSELF A CRIMINAL MASTERMIND ........oddly in character

I have to reblog this post every time I see it

incorrect sab subtitles part (?/?)

goddamn y’all can someone pls spare rosekiller horny thoughts 😭 growing desperate here!

yeah so like… barty jerking off and evan choking him with a belt.

he's got this thing for the way it looks against barty’s throat. fascinated by how leather digs in against the fairness there, so stark. and barty's trying so desperately to keep his eyes locked with evan's, almost like a challenge. but its the same every time—his eyes start to roll, fluttering when evan pulls the belt tighter.

evan can almost see the struggle playing out right there in barty's eyes—determination to stay present, to somehow still be on top. because barty's never been one to just lay down and submit; but its like his body has other ideas, eyelids getting heavier, starting to droop. and he's trying so hard, truly. evan tells him so. cause there's this split second where ev can almost hear his frustration, annoyance at his own body for not keeping up with his will.

but ev likes to see it—perverse fascination, a fucked up mix of morbid curiosity and pity. watching barty struggle like a winged bug on its back, his body twitching and rhythm around his cock stuttering the longer evan holds the belt taught. evan's waiting for that moment, when it’s been a while and barty’s skin goes almost translucent. when he can see the blue-green veins map under his skin. and when he lets go, letting barty intake in a ragged, gasping breath, how the color rushes back alabaster to nude to flush red. like watching a peach ripen in fast motion.

and ev knows the human body, knows that it can only withstand 180 seconds without air. he doesn't need to count, but finds himself doing it anyways. because wants to find out exactly how long it takes, how many times he has to bring barty there for him to leave his the pale of his throat marked. bruised purple with the imprint of a buckle.

‘im a girl’ ’im a boy’ okay well ive got boulders on my shoulders collarbones begin to crack there is very little left of me and it’s never coming back

doms saying “awe,” “poor thing,” etc..

you agree. reblog.

sexting inherently has some cringe built into it. we're horny through correspondence. foreplay by proxy