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presenting the second sexiest reload of all time
i think quite often about hansry footballer au, and as much as my little spartan heart cannot take it, Hans sooo obviously plays for Slavia. And Henry for Sparta. I could even see Henry playing for Bohemia though.
casketttttt!! i've been thinkin' about ya, just been laying here scrolling your posts and getting increasingly needy i won't lie👀
kinda thinkin' about you perving on me in public.... you following me around and i don't even know you're there! watching my hips sway while i walk around in my tiny skirt, my tits borderline popping out of my shirt and bouncing while i walk (maybe that's on purpose...). maybe you get sick of just watching me and strike up a conversation with me instead. but i'm sure you're not looking at my pretty face, are ya? i mean...i've got the most revealing top on for a reason, right? i'm sure you'd have no problem getting me all flustered, you even manage to make me melt through the phone......maybe if you asked me nice enough i'd let you drag me to the nearest bathroom and do whatever you want to me. who knows!
- your favorite half dead girl, dahlia!🥩
Well first of all darling rotting Dahlia doll, let me just say:
You’ve definitely struck on something I am VERY interested in. There’s a reason my main on everything is “CREEP!”
Oh god I can imagine following you down the street… I’d make a total fucking idiot of myself, I’d be trying so hard to watch you and stop you and take pictures of you, every time I’d see the bounce of your ass I’d short circuit!! You could very easily make my brain fall straight out of my head, ESPECIALLY with the pink hair… you’re build of day dreams doll, NEVER forget that. Fuck I’m getting so worked up…. Imagine if it was a hot day, and you’re sweating a little bit…. And you stop into a store to try on a dress or a jacket, but put it back on the rack. I’d buy it as soon as you left the store, and I’d never wash it. It would be my new pillow case!! Fuck you’ve got me ACHING with this ask holy shit… I can barely focus on writing this but I won’t let myself jack it until I’m done giving you everything you deserve. Such a naughty girl, going out looking like that… do you have any idea what that does to guys like me?!?! I have to behave myself, sexual harassment is soooo last year, but god DAMN you make it hard to say a pair of words that aren’t “fuck me!”
I’d only talk to you out of desperation, you know that right?? I’d be too nervous (and excited) just seeing you, collecting trash out of bins, licking toilet seats, taking half a million pictures…. My leg’s actually shaking right now dear sweet Jesus butt fucking Christ Dahlia!! I’d buy a year’s worth of storage on my phone if it meant I got to take one more creep shot of you. I can’t talk to girls. Genuinely, I can’t. Not in person at least. I’d be too scared to even look you in the eyes, but as you start walking to a parking lot, keys in hand.. once I realize you’re LEAVING ME, I have no choice!! I just HAVE to talk to you, you’d understand, wouldn’t you? You’d see it as flattery, right? God you look so cool, what could you ever want from a loser like me… FUCK!!!
I’d call out, “Hey! Wait! Did you drop this??” Of course it’d be something I’d slipped out of your purse while you weren’t looking, something small. A lip gloss, maybe. A key chain. “I saw you drop it earlier, and was hoping I’d run into you again!!”
I’d try so hard to play it cool, and act casual, but I don’t think I could hide that the heavy breathing isn’t from running after you, and the red cheeks and sweaty brow isn’t from the black hoodie I’m wearing in the middle of the summer. Maybe you’d take pity on a lame little emo creep like me! And if you don’t? Well, I’m not giving up that easy. I drive a bright orange car, that’s pretty conspicuous. But honey the rental agency’s just down the street <3 within two weeks I wouldn’t just have your address and work schedule, I’d know the names of all your friends.
I’d have to script an interaction for days, going over each of your possible reactions to me. I want you so badly, it doesn’t matter who I am any more. Just as long as I have you hooked. You can learn to love me later.
Acting surprised to see you as I walk into your work, “hey! Pink haired girl! Long time no see!” I’m all jokes and smiles, hell I almost seem… normal—! Sure I’m a bit of a dork, but there’s something so charming about me… and I just happen to know the words to all your favorite songs, and wouldn’t you know it, I’d LOVE to get your number, maybe we can hang out some time! I know this cool new spot that you’ve been just DYING to try xxxx
I’d make myself perfect for you. Picking you up I seem different again. There’s a smugness on my face and sex in my voice, I’m so much more confident. I almost remind you of someone, some guy you follow on tumblr maybe?? Every word sends shivers down your spine, and when my hand lands on your thigh your heart jumps out of your mouth. I know I have you, now I just need to take you, to make you mine. You’re a game, and I’m gonna play it all. Night. Long <3
Parking up in the dead of night, kissing you so passionately you’d think I want to force my soul down your throat. Pinning you down, straddling you over the car seat. Rutting into you as I nearly tear your clothes off. Whispering swears, and prayers, and curses, and thanks to what ever Angel delivered a perfect little slut like you to me. I’d fuck you within an inch of my life, let’s wear out my suspension baby ;) and when I drop you back home, sticky and exhausted and used at 4 in the morning, I’d walk you to the door, a perfect gentleman, and kiss you lightly on the cheek, telling you how pretty you are. Just pretty. Not beautiful. Not perfect. Not my obsession. I can’t fuck it up, not yet. Can’t scare you off, I’m not done with you yet. I’ve gotta leave you wanting more, I haven’t even *felt* your mouth yet.
I’m so sorry my Dahlia Darling, I’m starting to go cross eyed! I can’t spell check this post, or look for redundancies or clunky language, I need my cock in a soft silicone toy NOW, and to moan your name while I pray to you, my goddess. Please. I’m begging.
-a fucking wreck of a man, Casket 🖤🖤🖤
I bring a sort of “did I do something wrong” to the function neurotypicals don’t seem to like
Could The Rani (Doctor Who) survive the dungeons of Fear and Hunger?
Yes, they escape with relatively minor injury and/or trauma.
Yes, they thrive in the dungeons.
Yes, but they suffer major injury and/or trauma (such as losing a limb).
Sort of, they form a Marriage with someone else in the dungeons.
No, but they make it for a while.
No, they starve/go mad within the first few weeks.
No, they die to a monster or infection almost immediately.
See results.
No propaganda was submitted for the Rani.
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Making the most self indulgent JayJon art ever I think and I’m so tired but I have a million and one things I need to do before I sleep and I think finishing it has to be one of them
did your mc tell their family about their tumour?
yes
no (how could you)
