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"i'll take a 15min nap"
wakes up an hour later, alarms blaring throughout the body. we're sick now, the left arm is not responding, and we've lost contact with three of the five senses. also the brain is refusing to turn on
its kind of beyond fucked up that u don't even have to be born in the 90s to be in ur 20s anymore. like they're letting just fucking anyone be 20 now. u were born in 2004? sure yeah u can be 20 this year yeah no whatever man it's cool . what the heeellllllll
pickman: “i invited you into the woods because i crave the most dangerous game.”
sole, maccready, and hancock nodding solenmly: “knife monopoly.”
pickman:
pickman: “i was actually going to hunt you for sport but now im interested in whatever the fuck knife monopoly is.”
Gonna have a crush on someone that lives 5126 miles away. As a little treat
short but sweet. we like it. we love it. i'm just feral i fear.
Freak Show Talk | 3racha, lmh
𝙭𝙭𝙞𝙞. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙣’𝙩 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪
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「Contents List」 「Act 1」 「© Nov 2023 by jl-micasea-fics」
The powerhouse rapper SpearB kisses you like he might break you.
You wish he would.
Soft doll lips fit to yours, the infatuation so easy you hardly realise you’re clutching his sleeveless tank with fervent want. He leans in, encourages your wandering hands as they slip around his slim middle and up his muscled back, a soft groan of breath against your mouth. The kiss deepens when his tongue slips inside, the slick sending pulses of arousal straight to where you ache pathetically.
He strips you hurriedly of polo shirt, unclasps your slacks for them to drop. He follows them despite your wanting to keep him close; he grins white and pecks your jaw, disappears from view by sinking smoothly to his knees where he inhales your scent over thin cotton, nose pressed and buried to your sex.
“Smell so good, fuck—”
You tighten with delight, card through his lusciously thick tresses, gasp when he squeezes your thighs and runs his tongue over the fabric of your underwear.
“B— Bin—”
“Yeah, baby?”
You groan as he guides them aside. “Are we— Ngh, is this happening here?”
“My folks are at an expo. Store’s shut. We’re fine.” He kisses your centre, runs his tongue through you. Wet and firm; a fucking maelstrom of sensation.
“Jesus, I missed this—”
An apparent obsession reawakened, he hooks your knee over his strong shoulder. His ministrations are relentless, his enthusiastic tasting equally for his enjoyment as to bring you to pleasure. Throbbing on his tongue and succumbing to the lashes of delight that whip you senseless, it’s no time before you begin quivering, weakening, hardly able to keep yourself upright. Changin hums, squeezes your fleshy thighs, breaks from you to insert a thick finger. So thick.
“Jesus, Bin—”
He kisses your inner thigh. “So wet, baby. Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He fingers you slowly, a deep drive to your g-spot. “Beautiful little cunt just sucking me right in...”
“Mhm, p— please—”
“Yeah? More?”
You arch back over the counter, are lifted to the surface as Changbin stands. Two fingers set the pace of his slick pumping; he dips down, spreads your thighs to keep his tongue against your clit, the stimulation igniting you: when you start coming, he feels it. He moans against your core, suckles and laps what coats his chin and tongue.
If you’re not dead already, you will be soon.
“Can you stand, baby?” he asks amidst a wet kiss when the tremors subside.
You nod, already so torn from the fabric of reality—the SpearB just made you come. The SpearB is lowering you, spinning you in place, bending you over the quartz. The SpearB aligns himself and fucks you like he’s got something to prove, and maybe he has. It’s been unthinkably long since he indulged with a woman; getting the measure of her pleasure surely serves as validation for the man that’s been so exclusively removed from it. Impaled on his fat thickness and crying broken pants of his name appear to do just that; Changbin smothers you with attention more fitting long-term lovers, kissing your shoulder blade and caressing your spine. The grip on your hips will leave bruises, and what a dedication they will be: ‘in memoriam of the train SpearB ran through this poor, undeserving woman’. The very thought makes you giddy with shame.
He finishes with a groan of gravel, pulls out to strip himself to completion, your lower back painted with his warm essence.
“Holy shit...”
He grabs the nearby roll of paper towels, tears off sheets and drags them over your skin, cleaning you. It’s not textbook romantic. Not even a little. Still your heart throbs and your skin buzzes. You might be in love. Might be cock-drunk. Whatever you are, you’re happy, and the little black box is engorged.
He guides you upright and kisses you, holds your hot face. His curls are damp, eyes glassy, lips bitten.
“Okay?” he whispers.
You nod, slump against him. A gentle hand runs up your naked back.
“Guess I got into your pants after all.”
With a little luck, he’ll never be out of them.
𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ♡ 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙤-𝙛𝙞 ♡
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you ever base two fursonas off two completely different ways you like to act and when you’re having like, some sort of stress induced anxiety, it feels like they are fighting. but occasionally the voice of unreason fights dirty? yeahhh what a mood
reblog for something t4t to happen to you this summer.
Sometimes its not just things, sometimes its people as well. Reposition them in your life. Deprioritize them to prioritize your self, your peace, your inner artist. This is necessary if you are to be fruitful and multiply. ✌🏾
-Teach_or_Trav
IM WARM BUT IM COLD
AND I WANT TO SLEEP BUT I HAVE TO DO THIS DUMB ASS FUCKING PAPER ABOUT DUMB ASS GAY MEN MAKING OUT AND PAINTING SHIT AND BEING ALL HEDONISTIC
BUT I DONT REALLY KNOW WHATS GOING ON AND ALSO THE PAPER IS ABOUT THOSE TWO GAY MEN BEING THAT OTHER GAY MANS ANGEL AND DEVIL ON THEIR SHOLDER
BUT OH GUESS WHAT PLOT TWIST
EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS FUCKING BOOK REMINDS ME OF MY ONE FUCKING EX AND IT WAS NOT A FUN TIME FOR ME BUT IM STILL COMING TO TERMS WITH THAT
AND ITS FUCKING TWO FOURTY AND I JUST WANT TO GO TO FUCKING SLEEP
A quote from Brené Brown about saying "yes" to rest & play, with personal reflection to follow.
A little meme I made while talking to my mom
They still follow me on Instagram. They still watch my Instagram stories. What do they want from me? They want to see shots from my su!c!de. It's funny.