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real it’s a curse

why do i like men that piss me off

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idc (i'll definitely cry)

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oh to be 13 years old again and stay up late reading fanfiction

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“We”, I say in reference to a sports team I’m not a part of. 

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reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

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men having an opinion is so unsettling. stop threatening me with your thoughts on my special interests. i will kill you.

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My ultimate sexual fantasy is to annoy a man so much that he falls in love with me

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this series took so long my art style changed by the time i finished drawing it

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when i say “that reminds me” & theres zero connection you just have to take my word for it theres no time to explain

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the big three: big brown eyes, an indescribable amount of horniness and a generalised anxiety disorder

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thanks for tagging me beautiful! @his-cherry-pie

im actually surprised that ma meilleure ennemie isn't my most listened song actually

tags: @cxvii666 @rosieswriting @st4rgiirll @saviourcomplexgf

this is actually a fucking weird receipt 😭 but WORD i see. doing this now bc i will forget to do it tomorrow and im gonna tag a few peeps to do it too bc im nosy.

do it here

npts. @inbred-eater @bohemianblasphemy @violent-darkness @titsout4jackles @deansbeer @daylighted @deanspookiebear @beausling @dollyfiles @cherrygirlfriend @mahi-wayy @ccainesideboob @blue-d @plasticflowersinahistorycemetery @ultravi0lence14 @starzify @rositaslabyrinth @fuckedupfate @soldiersgirl @bejeweledinterludes @unfortunate-brat @jensenacklesballsack + anybody else who’d like to join :))

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When will Erik post the fooliverse vids i’m dyinggggg

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you block dean’s number the night he tells you he’s choosing lisa. not because you’re heartbroken—though yeah, your chest feels like someone took a large crowbar to it—but because you know him. the second the dust settles, the second the new-normal starts to itch, he’ll be clawing at your door. or your voicemail.

you’re right.

the first call comes at 2:37 a.m. two nights after the goodbye, then 7:04 a.m. then a string of missed calls—midday, midnight, one right after the other.

you don’t answer the texts either. —"hey. i know you saw me call. just pick up." —"please" —"i made a mistake" —"i need to see you" —"you were never just a distraction" —"you said you loved me. that didn’t go away."

like hell it didn’t. so when the knocking starts, three sharp taps on your front door, you already know it’s him. you consider letting him rot on the other side. you consider slinking upstairs, letting him pound until his knuckles break. but there’s the raw, groveling voice. “i’m not leavin’ baby” and that’s the one that breaks you.

you open the door and there he is. slouched in your doorway like wounded expression with his leather jacket clinging to him like regret, eyes heavy, jaw unshaven, hair wild like he’s been dragging his hands through it all day, his nervous tic.

"fuck," he mutters when he sees you. "you look..."

"don’t," you cut him off. "say anything."

he hesitates, but then he steps forward, and you don’t stop him. his hand hovers, then lands on your waist like a dare. the other comes up to cradle your face, thumb brushing your cheek. his breath smells like whiskey and nights he didn’t sleep.

“i picked her because she was easy,” he says, voice low. “you were never easy. you still aren't but i can't let you go. i drove all night long to get here...to get to you, baby.”

your throat works around silence, because fuck him, meant it when he walked away.

but God, his fingers on your skin, feels like pure it’s lightning. it’s all those nights you lay awake, seething, aching, hating how much you missed him.

“you think you can come back,” you whisper, trembling with fury, “and i’ll just fall on my knees for you?”

his mouth twitches, eyes turning from anxiousness to lust. “i mean. i hoped.”

“you’re an asshole.”

“i know.”

you shove him, hard, both fists to his chest, shoving him back against the hallway wall. and he lets you—breath hitches in his throat when your palms press flat and stay.

“you came here wanting to fuck your way out of this?” you ask, furious.

“yeah,” he breathes. “but only if you wanna fuck your way through it.”

your mouth crashes into his like own personal punishment. his hands are all over you—shoving your shirt up, squeezing your tits through your bra, dragging a whimpering sound from you when he pinches your nipple between his fingers.

“you miss this?” he growls into your mouth, grinding his hard cock against your belly through his jeans.

“i missed better dick,” you spat, fingers already yanking his belt open. “but i guess you’ll do.”

he laughs, dragging you backwards into your living room, kicking the door shut. he’s shedding clothes like he’s burning up—jacket hits the floor, then shirt, then boots. you take a second to just look at him. all muscle and a huge sense of entitlement.

“you want me to beg, baby?” he asks, stepping in close, cupping your face again, but this time with reverence like he never deserved to.

“i want you to eat me out till i forget your name.” he drops to his knees like he’s been waiting his whole life for the order. he’s completely—pulling your shorts down in a swift drag, mouth already open as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, then another. he licks a fat stripe up your cunt over your panties, eyes rolled back, groaning like he’s fucking starving for you.

“God, you’re soaked,” he pants, mouth pressed against the damp fabric. “you missed me, baby?” he teases speaking to your pussy.

“missed someone who could make me cum,” you say, grinding into his face. he laughs again, tongue pushing the fabric aside to taste your slick properly. his mouth seals over your clit and you jerk, gasping, grabbing a fistful of his hair. he moans into your cunt, hands gripping your thighs like he’s scared you’ll vanish again.

“fuck—dean—oh, fuck,” you choke as his tongue circles your clit, then flicks, hard and fast. he doesn’t stop. he eats you like it’s redemption, like he’s praying with his mouth, worshiping your pussy like it’s the last thing he’ll ever taste. your legs shake, and your hips even buck. and still he doesn’t stop.

“you gonna cum, baby?” he growls, pulling back just enough to slap your clit with his tongue. “gonna cum all over my fuckin’ face?”

“yes d—fuck yes—”

he presses two fingers inside you, crooking them just right while his mouth latches back on. your climax hits you like a freight train. you scream, knees buckling, grinding into his face as you cum, as he moans and keeps sucking, drinking it in.

he stands up, chin glistening, eyes wild.

“still mad?” he asks, unzipping his jeans, cock springing out, thick, big, hard, and pulsing.

you wipe your mouth, breathless. “fuck me like you’re sorry.”

he slams into you without a word, lifting you with brute strength, your legs locking around his hips, and your back hitting the wall. “i missed you,” he pants into your neck. “i missed this pussy. this mouth. you.”

you bite his shoulder. “shut the fuck up and make me cum again.”

tags: @soldiersgirl @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing @legalmente-loca @bluemerakis @whisperingdaze @cherrygirlfriend @figthoughts @sunsbaby @ambiguous-avery @bocadelinfierno @sunnyteume @bejeweledinterludes @k-slla @lunaleah @pieandflannel @zepskies

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tumblr baby you are beautiful just the way you are please please please stop trying to be that godforsaken bird app

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