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I’m listening to Folie à Deux in order and this is literally Ilya Rozanov: The Album

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heres that full vers of my pfp ,,,, i made them look too zesty DIDNT I,,,,,,??!
gel pens + w.a.m.s.
hey...could we, idk, meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well...?
I fucking love fob

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🔥Sinful Sunday🔥
My head's in Heaven, my soles are in Hell
Fandom: Interview With the Vampire
Ship: Armand/Louis + Daniel Malloy (kinda)
Rating: Explicit🔞
Tags: S2E5: Don't Be Afraid, Just Start the Tape, Rough sex, unhealthy relationships, Armand has a praise and a degradee kink, boot licking, drug blood, biting, face slapping, throat fucking, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
Preview:
“Ooh there it is! Theeeeere it is. The half blank half apocalyptic look! But what does it mean tonight,” Louis teases viciously, getting right up in Armand’s face. “Do you wanna lick my boots? Huh? Or chop off my hands?”
The punched breath that comes out of Armand sounds wrecked. A pathetic, feeble attempt at covering his moan because Louis knows Armand loves being treated like this, as much as he hates himself for needing it.
“Mmm,” Louis smirks victoriously, gripping Armand’s head by his hair and pulling tight. “looks like it's the former. Get on your knees.”
Armand shoots Louis another fiery glance.
“Gonna fight,” Louis goads. “Maybe you don't get what you want first.” Armand is clearly having a hard time figuring out if he should listen or not. Louis helps him make his decision with a swift kneeing to his groin.
Armand exhales with a wheeze that morphs into a desperate whimper as he falls to his knees.
“That’s better Arun.”
read the rest on ao3, sinful sunday, coffee ☕
it’s just me and patrick stump’s shower singing at the end of w.a.m.s against the world
w.a.m.s. by Fall Out Boy. you agree