current warnings on Ashley’s Uncharted fic;
- spanking
- dirty talk
- rimming
- CBT
- rough sex
- orgasm denial
- humiliation
- slight sadism
- slight bondage
- two asshoes being schoompy at the end
LOL HOPE YOU LIKE THIS G RATED 100% FAMILY FRIENDLY FIC BB
AND IT’S TOP!NATE
LOVE YOU XOXO
The kiss of death.This astonishing sculpture forms part of Barcelona’s Poblenou Cemetery. The Kiss of Death (El Petó de la Mort in Catalan and El beso de la muerte in Spanish) dates back to 1930. A winged skeleton bestows a kiss on the lips of a handsome young man: is it ecstasy on his face or resignation? Little wonder the sculpture elicits strong and varying responses from whoever gazes upon it.
(Source: loverstohunters)
ASHLEY STOP MAKING HARRY HUMP ME. IT IS NOT THAT KIND OF GAME.
IS THAT WHY YOU THREW GRENADES AT ME
BBY DON’T BE LIKE THAT
THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT MY LOVE
AND OKAY WHY AM I CONSTANTLY THE CHICK
YOU GOT TO BE SULLY AND HARRY AND TENZIN
BUT NOOO
I HAD TO BE ELENA AND CHLOE
ALSO I FEEL SORRY FOR THE OTHER GIRL
WE KEEP HUMPING EACH OTHER IN THE MIDDLE OF GUNFIRE
LOLLOL
(Source: deans-your-sign-cas)
ASHLEY STOP MAKING HARRY HUMP ME. IT IS NOT THAT KIND OF GAME.
ABOUT TO PLAY UNCHARTED WITH MY BEAUTIFUL PUMPKIN BUTT XOXO
oh hey my birthday is tomorrow.
yay.
:3
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY
WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO SHOWER YOU IN SEX
WHAT FLAVOR LUBE WOULD YOU LIKE
LOVE NATE XOXO
maybe a bit of both // uncharted ficlet
SO THIS LOUSY PIECE OF 5 MINUTE WRITTEN FAILURE IS FOR ASHLEY
LOVE YOU BB GURL XOXO
(I promise I’ll write you something a hell of a lot better and much longer later okay)
“C’mon Harry, throw me the rope! Don’t be stupid!”
Harry chuckled at the expression on Nate’s face. He looked absolutley serious, panic and shock and something a lot like heartbreak filtering over his rough features. Harry tossed the rope back down to his friend, laughing as he did so.
“You really thought I’d double cross you? I have to say mate, I’m heartbroken.”
He held the rope in place while Nathan climbed up, then extended his hand to help him onto the ledge. Nate didn’t look pleased with him.
Harry smirked and threw the rope over his shoulder. “What?”
Nathan smacked him on the back of the head.
“Ow!” He yelped.
“Don’t do that!” Nate hissed. “I was about ready to shoot you with the tranquilizer.”
“Well, I could have pulled this on you—” Harry pulled a .45 defender out of his back pocket. “That would have been a little too convincing though, yeah?”
“Asshole.”
“Oh come on,” Harry poked him on the nose. “You know you love me.”
Nathan snorted and the two of them stood up, quietly making their way back out of the window they’d crawed in through.
“Whatever. Your not getting laid tonight now, anyway. Love’s all you have to run on.”
“I still have the rope, mate. Who knows, you may just wake up tied to the bed.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
Harry turned around and leered. “Maybe a bit of’ both.”
