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#me & two other coworkers are getting sick and we’ve had 4 covid patients recently #UHOHHHHH

Long digits thread through her hair at the base of her head. A sharp tug back from where her lips were pressed against him, saliva leaving a mark against cloth. So good, so perfect with her on her knees like this. Thumb traces the waistband of his boxers as eyes keep focused on her. Another tug of her hair, if ever he sees her gaze wander. “Open.”

a sharp hiss escapes her as he pulls on her hair, looking up at him through lashes. her gaze never wavered, locked on his intense stare. Silently begging for his possession. she enjoys this, a chance to surender to him, she wants this. to give up her control to him. She licks her lips before opening. inviting him with a pink and plush tongue.

leaning forward, she enveloped the swollen head with her warm mouth, tongue cradling the underside as she sucked gently. tasting him, a hum resonating from her chest. hollowing her cheeks, drawing him deeper, saliva coating his cock while her thighs clenched together against the ache building inside her.

#uhohhhhh #˚ — “ ΛПƧЩΣЯΣD ” // ( this is who i am now. )#tw usfw

When jonah gets back he sees morgan has stopped by, and she is NOT happy.

#i wonder if you can see why?#uhohhhhh #morgan fyres #the dare legacy #dare legacy #dare legacy gen IV

Considering a change, what do you guys think? I love this! 👏🏼👏🏼 #freshenup #virginhair #uhohhhhh #the1bodsquad #takealook #woohoo https://www.instagram.com/p/BpNHgZHAsjH/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=jkyuzbx7g1f

#freshenup #virginhair #uhohhhhh #the1bodsquad #takealook #woohoo

Glory and Gore - Ettore

The last two drinks sailed from his stomach and went straight to his head. Their effect left him feeling blindly dizzy. The lights were spinning a little now, but he found if he focused on just Gracie he was mostly okay.

“Mine?” He made sure she was addressing him despite the fact that nobody else was even in their small area. He thought about her question for a minute longer than he probably should have and shrugged, “none.” He laughed above the noise of the club as he moved closer to her, their noses bumped slightly as he laid his lips against hers.

Ettore’s brain was becoming so fuzzy that he was pretty sure it was incapable of formulating any stories or lies right now. Something about this loose feeling was terrifying, yet another part of him felt suddenly free. His entire life, no matter where he went, was carefully crafted around lies and stories. Letting loose once in a while didn’t seem so bad.

He deepened the kiss before pulling away and suddenly feeling extremely nauseous as the world began to violently shake. Something about this struck him as extremely abnormal. He took the glass from her hand (he had tossed his own two aside God only knew where) and stared at the remnants in the bottom of it.

“Shit,” he swore. He should have known. Alcohol in general never had this effect on him unless he drank an extreme amount of it. “We need to go…” he held the glass in front of her eyes before it slipped from his hands and dropped to the floor too. Pieces of glass sprayed and glimmered across the floor at their feet. “from this point on, don’t listen to anything I say and don’t ask me anything, Gracie. This is important.”

He tried to grab her hand but the world spun and it took a minute before he could drag her toward the exit. He blinked, focused, then the world started spinning again and he could feel the music pounding through his veins. He was pretty sure he was laughing but it was distant. “I’ve never been stupid enough to get drugged before,” he turned back to Gracie and pulled her close, stopping both of them, “this is some pretty strong shit from… Addington Inc, I think…. Generally you aren’t supposed to have more than one dose.” Why the fuck was he laughing? “But I don’t do drugs…” he pointed a scolding finger toward her face before smirking, “especially not while I’m in Florence… we are in Florence, right?” He frowned. Why could he no longer remember? This was Gracie… she was a Templar? Or was she an Assassin? “Shit, Benedetto will kill me.” The words popped out of his mouth before he had a chance to shut it and he stared blankly at her for a minute before laughing again. His laugh was uneasy as he moved past her to find a wall to support himself.

Ett slowly sank so that he was sitting there on the cool, cement floor. The people around him spun crazily and, for a split second, his stomach did a flip-flop and he felt bile rising up his throat. “Fuck…” he swore before shutting his mouth tightly to avoid losing all of the alcohol he had consumed. “I need to get back to the Hotel…”

#Ettore #Gracie #Writing #uhohhhhh