I Think I Hauve Covid - Tumblr Posts
year 3 of asking camilla hect to be my valentine (gym edition)
She is a terrifying college senpai who specializes in turning those with whom she has had at least a relationship once into sex slaves who can't live without her for the rest of their lives!
Oneshot by @ryuhorie530
you’ll change your name or change your mind, and leave this fucked up place behind, but I’ll know, I’ll know…
I think I hauve covid
@gerardpilled you're know your meme famous
Was having a good day today, but of course here comes Covid to ruin it. 😔
Might be a bit slow with writing the new headcannon guys after the poll is finished since I’m now sick and also trying to study for my pharmacy exams but I’ll try to do it when I feel a little better and I have more time on my hands. Love all you guys and stay safe 😷❤️💕
The Allegiance of the Ascended Vampire and the New God of Magic
Am I to believe this is homie behavior?
Bro was on board like a page later, I bet you man didn't fight him once
(Context for those who need it: They're planning on going into the Maze to the Griever hole to try and escape. Alby, traumatized and kinda insane from his experience with the Changing, is pretty heavily against this. Newt says not to worry, that he'll get him to join the escaping group; The Maze Runner, Page 321)
what she says: i'm fine
what she means: alby saw a beautiful boy and he tried to smile! alby saw a beautiful boy and he tried to smile!! *starts rhythmically banging pots and pans together* ALBY SAW A BEAUTIFUL BOY AND HE TRIED TO SMILE!! ALBY SAW A BEAUTIFUL BOY AND HE TRIED TO SMILE!!!
a crumb of fem kim or harry? for us? 🥺if you're still taking requests
I mean I could say my requests are closed but I keep saying that and lying to myself apparently -so please enjoy women 👭 lol
Jodio and Dragona meet their cousins
You’re engrossed in some task that you’re doing, perhaps you’re painting or doing homework. You register that I’m coming into the room but we’ve lapsed into enough companionable silence that you feel no need to verbally acknowledge it. It’s not uncommon for me to squeeze your shoulder or kiss the top of your head or your cheek as I’m passing through.
You feel my warmth on the back of your neck shortly before you feel my nose pressed against your skin, nuzzling your neck, dropping a little kiss behind your ear. You make a little noise and lean your head back against my shoulder, and I oblige and continue to kiss your neck, softly, slowly. My kisses get a little more heated, a little wetter as I start to suck on your neck, nibbling and tasting your skin. I’m running my hands over your body gently, insistently. I’m claiming what is mine.
You sigh and try to stop me, try to tell me, “later, not now.” You have something to do.
I pause, nibble your neck slowly. “How important is it?” You pause like you’re not sure, and I pull back from you a little. “Okay, love. No worries.” I give you a quick kiss on your cheek, stroking your hair back a bit, before I leave you alone once more. You sigh again and move to return to your work.
A moment passes and you’re starting to get back into whatever you were doing. You don’t hear me come in this time. You don’t even know I’m there until you feel the cold metal tip lightly pressing against your soft cheek. I don’t touch you, not yet, just let you feel the smoothness of the gun as I trace it from your cheek down along your jaw, then down your neck. I like the way you look when you’re frozen with alarm and confusion. I trace your collarbone with my gun, letting it trail a little down your chest.
I slowly bring it back up, angling it under your jaw as I bring my lips to your ear. “I’m sorry, pet, but how important is it?” You stumble on an answer, and I interrupt you. “Go on, love. Tell me how something else has replaced me in importance. Go on.” You don’t say anything this time. “Good pet.”
“Get up, angel. Stand. Slowly.” I step back from you, bringing my gun around to rest it against the back of your head as you stand for me. “Go lay down, pet. Go on.” I gesture to the bed and walk you slowly over to it, never lowering the gun.
You hesitate at the edge of the bed. “Face me.” You turn and look at me, and I smile at you, grab you by your throat, and pull your face to mine, pressing my gun to your temple. I kiss your lips softly. “Do you trust me, love?”
You stutter out a little, “yes.” I cock the gun and listen to your breath pick up.
“That’s my boy.” I kiss you and trace the gun down your neck again, tracing the edge of your bra with it. “Strip for me, angel.”
I step back from you enough to give you room to undress, leveling my gun at your head while you do, watching you disrobe until you’re naked in front of me. “Good pet, such a good boy.” I step forward and push you down until you’re seated on the edge of the bed. “Take my pants off for me, angel.”
You reach forward and undo the buttons on my pants, slipping them down from my hips, down my legs, and you find that I’ve got my strap on. I stroke your hair softly. “I want you to suck my cock for me, angel.” Eagerly, you move to take my strap in your mouth, but I stop you. “No, no.” I grab your chin and tip your face up a bit. “Not that one, love.” I tap my gun, still cocked, against your bottom lip. “Open.” You whimper and open your mouth for me. “Careful, love.” I slide my gun into your mouth slowly. “Go on, angel. Suck my cock.” You very slowly begin to work your mouth up and down the barrel of my gun. I stroke your hair back from your face, and you whimper. My finger still rests just lightly against the trigger, though I’m letting you do all the work so that you know if this gun goes off, it’s on you. I giggle at you, desperately, though slowly, sucking my gun off. “You’re the prettiest slut, aren’t you, pet?” I stroke your hair some more while you continue to whimper and suck my gun.
stabbing as a metaphor for penetration is great but when are we going to talk about pressing down on where someone is wounded to disarm them or just to be cruel while fighting. does nobody else care about the perverse intimacy of knowing exactly where to touch to overpower someone. the grotesque vulnerability of it. especially if you're the one who wounded them in the first place.
Calypso and Circe
kaz’s body type during mgsv
with R&D team made speedo to help support the DD brand
AAAAA TAKING AN AT HOME COVID TEST AND THAT BITCH MIGHT BE POSITIVE!
IM GONNA KMS IF IT IS
(I’ve had it for 5 days already)