This week on Reasons you die on Saturday. Let’s talk about something called looks. You see there are killer looks
Yes I know you have a hard time focusing on the eyes and yeah I know there’s this pic again but you’re not complaining anyway.
There if you only want the eyes
Credit to aiurophile for the last one btw
There are come to bed now I mean challenging looks
Don’t ask about the connection between that pick axe and the bed thing OK we’re not judging me anyone here. Though it might come in handy
And last but not least there are I just came fuck that feels good porn ah well you get the idea looks.
And still, I’ll miss it. http://www.bardonthebeach.org/blog/201305/28-reasons-why-you-can%E2%80%99t-afford-miss-out-bard-season
Reblog if you’ve formed a meaningful relationship with someone you met online.
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OK so there’s this guy. iceman aka icethedon or whatever. And he’s a rap singer. What’s my problem with him you ask? My problem with him is that he uses this album cover. And he’s on Amazon and his album costs around 9$ or something. BUT.HE.GETS.MONEY. So my question is, why does he use this logo? Is he authorized to do this? I think not.
Also, if he bought the rights to use it I apologize in advance. Just that it doesn’t seem so Sanctuary related so yeah. And if any of you know that this is the case please let me know. Thank you.
This week on Reasons you die on Saturdays… Well, you know the drill. Vampires like necks. But with some, well, payback just looks delicious if you know what I mean :). So yeah this post will be entirely dedicated to necks. Well, a neck, to be more precise. And of course I’m talking Jonathon because you know my little sick perverted mind ;;).
Focus on the neck with this one forget the veins- you’re not listening anyway I guess
Sorry about the bitch fucking redhead ehm I mean the gal in the picture but couldn’t crop her out. 
And now that you’ve warmed up let’s get to serious business :)
As for this last one well I know I’ve posted it in I think every post since I started this thing but it’s not my fault I’m obsessed with it it fits every theme ok ;;). You can see his neck too ;;)
Shower
Kinda M rated. Basically just Nikola taking a shower. But he’s Nikola so yeah.
She knew those cams were going to pay off one day. She hadn’t used them in a while- Will wasn’t too much of a view- but with Nikola, well, that was another story. If he found out she was spying him he’d most probably get revenge. But for now, she was at her office, enjoying the view of Nikola taking a shower. God bless whoever had the idea of embedding a camera in a seemingly innocent mirror.
He entered the bathroom and started unbuttoning his shirt slowly, playing with every button. Those damned fingers of his. Helen knew them all too well now, as well as the effects that they had on her. But she didn’t have too much time to think about that because he finally finished unbuttoning and he let the shirt slide off his shoulders, pushing his chest forward to the mirror and Helen couldn’t help biting her lip at the sight. His hands then started working on his belt and she cursed him silently as he undid it, letting his pants fall on the floor. His silk boxers followed shortly after and she watched as he bent down and gathered all his clothes in a small package, folding everything neatly before standing up again and allowing her to watch him entirely. She could still not decide what she liked the most about him. There were parts she liked more for their functionality - and what functionality that was- and there were parts she liked because the mere sight of those delicious muscles was enough to make her incredibly turned on.
He then got into the shower and let the water run a little until it got to a proper temperature and then put his head under the water stream, wetting his hair and then tilted his head backwards, allowing some of the water to enter his mouth. He swallowed hard and Helen could see how his Adam’s apple went up and down his elegant neck three times before settling down and letting the next stream of water pour down his neck and gather into that dimple at the base of his neck her tongue was so familiar with.
Nikola then grabbed the soap and soaped his palms, making her wonder how in God’s name could all his muscles contract while he was doing this simple move – but then again Nikola’s anatomy was abnormal in many ways- and then let his hands slid over his arms, soaping his biceps and then going down to his palms, carefully rubbing each finger with soap.
After he finished with the arms, he got to his chest and he kneaded his pectorals with firm movements, squeezing them between his fingers until they got well soaped and then he went down to his abdomen, making small circles around his belly button. His blood had already thicken and pumped violently through his swollen veins by the time he got to his pelvis, following the trail of his bones until he landed with one hand on his member and ran a soaped finger all over his length, teasing himself just a bit.
Oh yes, this was definitely interesting, she decided as she made a mental note to join him for the next shower and her hand went slowly up her leg. But she couldn’t allow herself to get too carried on, because Nikola was now soaping his back, stretching all his muscles in an effort to not miss any spots.
He turned his back at the mirror and she silently cursed him for a second, but her anger disappeared when he bent down to soap his feet, showing his firm buttocks to the mirror. When he was fully soaped, he turned the water on again and moved it to cold water, shuddering a little as it hit him.
Helen was barely able to notice that cold water didn’t seem to cause any shrinkage on him – stiffness, yes, but only that- before he put some more soap in his hands and grabbed his erection, letting his hands slid over the throbbing member up and down, slowly at first, and then increasing the pace as he closed his eyes, panting hard. She watched breathlessly as one of her hands disappeared inside her, trying to release a bit of the tension. He paused a bit right before he reached his climax and fixated his eyes on a specific point on the mirror as he came, with one of his signature killer looks on his face.
He then sat in the shower, his legs spread as he panted heavily, trying to calm himself. The water was running down all over him, taking with it every remaining bit of soap left, from his elegant neck to his chest, following the trail between his pectorals down to his bellybutton and then lower. Her mouth dried when her eyes followed some drops of water along this path and then getting entangled into that thin line of hair that started from under his bellybutton and disappeared between his legs.
When he finally cooled down, he got up and took one of Helen’s towels and rubbed it all over his body, taking a deep breath of what Helen suspected to be her smell and smiling mischievously as he put the towel back in his place. He was so going to pay for that, Helen thought. As soon as she would be able to stop drooling, that was.
After he was almost dry he put his shirt back on, but kept three buttons opened to Helen’s content. His chest was still a bit wet and those droplets of water that had remained on his chest looked delicious. He then put his boxers back on, carefully stuffing everything in, as comfortable it was possible given the fact that those boxers were pretty tight on him and let them slap him over his waist when he finished.
Helen barely had the time to close her eyes a bit, imprinting the images in her mind, when she heard him right beside her.
“You haven’t heard of a little thing called privacy?” He whispered sensually in her ear, as he buried his fingers into her shoulders.
“I don’t know what you mean.” she said in the most innocent tone she could manage, but he ignored her.
“Smart thing, that concealed camera. But it’s still electric, which means I can still feel it.” he grinned. “And speaking of feeling…” he got her to stand up and then pushed her over her desk, face down, as he pressed hard on her back, causing her to swear.
“Tsk tsk tsk. You haven’t heard of manners either, Helen.” he scolded her as she struggled to escape.
“And you haven’t heard of refractory period apparently.” she said with a cocky grin.
“Touché.” it was the last thing he whispered in her ear before turning her to face him and showing her what were the effects of a refreshing shower on a horny vampire.
you think being a fangirl is hard?
tRY BEING A NON-AMERICAN FANGIRL
THAT’S
HARD
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