ram charan is too sexy to be a british bootlicking bitch

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1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

7. earbuds or headphones?

8. movies or tv shows?

9. favorite smell in the summer?

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

12. name of your favorite playlist?

13. lanyard or key ring?

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

18. ideal weather?

19. sleeping position?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

21. obsession from childhood?

22. role model?

23. strange habits?

24. favorite crystal?

25. first song you remember hearing?

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

28. five songs to describe you?

29. best way to bond with you?

30. places that you find sacred?

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

32. top five favorite vines?

33. most used phrase in your phone?

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

35. average time you fall asleep?

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

38. lemonade or tea?

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

41. last person you texted?

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

44. favorite scent for soap?

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

47. favorite type of cheese?

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

51. current stresses?

52. favorite font?

53. what is the current state of your hands?

54. what did you learn from your first job?

55. favorite fairy tale?

56. favorite tradition?

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

62. seven characters you relate to?

63. five songs that would play in your club?

64. favorite website from your childhood?

65. any permanent scars?

66. favorite flower(s)?

67. good luck charms?

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

70. left or right handed?

71. least favorite pattern?

72. worst subject?

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

84. podcasts or talk radio?

84. barbie or polly pocket?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

88. your greatest wish?

89. who would you put before everyone else?

90. luckiest mistake?

91. boxes or bags?

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

93. nicknames?

94. favorite season?

95. favorite app on your phone?

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

98. favorite historical era?

you know what? let’s try this out. send me some questions if you feel like it!

The thought was like a bug bite on the inside of his skull, something he should leave well alone but couldn’t help but touch, his mind rubbing over it as if that would make it go away, as if any thought had ever gone away after being thought too much. It was hopeless, but then so was he, in his own way.

She lay on the bed with a half smile on her face. The kind that you smile only for yourself, audience be damned. Her eyes were almost closed, all but slits against the soft light of the table lamp. He shifted, moving his body between her and the light, and they opened a little more. The thought itched, and as her eyes grew wider his narrowed.

“Shall we try something?” He offered, attempting to adopt an innocent tone, something playful and nonchalant, as if it was the smallest thing in the world. Her eyelids paused, reversed course.

“Every time you say…” There was a little coarseness to her voice, raw from the past hour’s overuse. “…I’m sore the next day.” She unfolded, stretching those soft curves into tight lines. He felt himself twitch, wake up a little more, which only made him commit to that itchy thought a little more.

“And every time you want to do it again as soon as you can.” At that she paused, looking at him with pointedness that made him laugh. “I’ll take that as consent.” He murmured, before pushing up and out of the chair and wandering over to the chest of drawers.

“You’ve never been…” He paused halfway through rummaging among the contents of the first drawer. He fumbled for the words as his fingers slid around what he was after. “Stuffed, have you?”

At that she curled up back into her ball.

The plug was small, the smallest he owned, and it looked smaller still in his hands, fingers holding it as if it was a particularly violent date. Her eyes slipped off his face and to it, going wide anew. But she didn’t move, didn’t pull that half smile from her face. If anything she was demure, the slightest blush hidden in the warm light, lost among previously ruddied cheeks.

“Come on.” He encouraged, his free hand sliding over the beautiful curve of her rear and pulling her into the position. Her face was lost among the sheets, something she more than appreciated, while the rest of her was folded so that that lovely little pucker winked at the ceiling.

Even after all this time, the lubricant gave him the slightest shiver as it dripped onto his finger. He knew that feeling was going to be amplified in her, and there was something pleasant about sharing a facsimile of it for a moment. The plug quickly glistened, and she gasped even more so as it pressed against her.

His was rarely a quiet mind, but in this it was, concentration necessitating a stillness of focus, paying attention only to the subtle movements of her body as she took each tiny increment of it inside herself. His left hand ran over her back, fingertips digging into the supple skin, a reassurance that was more automatic than considered, but just as effective. He imagined her mind was just as blank, just as basic, as his was right then.

And as the apex was reached, and she accepted the rest of it all at once, the noise began once more, the excitement, the titillation, the marvel of what he had done, what she had allowed him to do to her. He couldn’t resist being playful, tapping the nail of his index finger against the base of it and watching her shiver. Then he kissed her on the cheek and waited for her to be ready.

She nodded a minute or so after, to be followed by the sound of his buckle coming lose, jeans crumpling on the floor and those hands sliding over her hips. He could feel the heat of her at the end of him, the way it felt like eagerness, desperation, acceptance, excitement, and arousal, all at the same time. He could feel her heartbeat through her cunt, as he pushed into it. He could feel that recalcitrant plug pushing against him, as if trying to keep her all to itself. He pushed a little harder, heard her grunt. A little harder, heard her moan. A little harder.

Headcanon chain:

reblog with how you think Percy would propose to Annabeth

I’ll start. He and Annabeth go down to the bottom of a lake in their bubble, and then he has a giant school of beautiful fish swim by and one of them have the ring box in its mouth. Your turn!