the fuck kinda marble hornets did you guys watch
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neil perry if you can hear us. please neil perry. please save me. please save me neil perry please. im asking you. please save me.
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My fuck ass bookmarks bar.
Work stuff - miscellaneous shit i must keep - how to fix a fortnite bug - ALEXANDER HAMILTONS GAY ASS LETTER TO JOHN FUCKING LAURENS
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revisiting your city gave me asthma i forgot it’s power to instantly damage my mental health
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coriolanus snow who pretends he hates pleasuring you. fem! reader
he pretends when he fucks you, and you're moaning all prettily and squeezing around his cock, the euphoria he feels is of pure nature only. he tells himself it's solely because he's still a young man, not long ago was he a teenage boy, and there's no greater joy to him than getting his dick wet. he wants to believe that he's just addicted to your cunt based off of primal desires, the sheer obsession of the pleasurably mind numbing feeling of driving his dick in and out in a rhythmic dance.
yet, how can he pretend he doesn't enjoy it when he's willingly pleasing you in ways that give him absolutely no physical gratification, besides the occasional desperate grind of his cock into the mattress. there is no self deception whenever he's just as obsessed, maybe even more, with getting you off on his tongue as he is with getting you off on his dick.
and at times, he begrudgingly reminds himself that he wasn't always like this. he reminds himself of his old refusals and denials. he once lacked any desire to position his face between a woman's legs, which would almost completely cover the feature he was most proud of. he believed it would be a waste, an act he would only deliver in hopes that the service would be returned upon him thereafter. after a few occurrences, he found himself caring less and less about getting his own dick sucked and more about discovering how many times he can lead you to the highest form of pleasure by work of only his mouth.
it became something he was proud of, something that boosted his ego, something he could boast about to you as he threw in his favorite term of endearment ("my girl"). and it all started when you pointed out the size of coriolanus' nose and lips, almost slyly hinting at what he could accomplish with his features.
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I miss my wife tails. I miss her a lot.
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