#how it feels to chew five gum

[wingedog]

What it feels like to listen to oingo boingo

[colinrobinsonscardigan]

I realise this meme died in like 2016 latest and yet

[chlorophylll]

[crmsnmth]

How It Feels To Chew Five Gum

Breakdown motions empty oceans Kepp me thinking I'm still sinking

Hopeless lonely testimony Cigarette smoke share to choke

Moon becomes blood broken god's love My heart will stay you'll make me pay

Revelation procrastination Broken window born in limbo

Stashes calling I'm still falling decay my skin let me in

Colder nights now figure out how sick confusion disillusioned

[enki2]

[danispookypumpkin]

HEY THIS IS FUCKING GREAT BUT YOU LEFT OUT THE BEST GODDAM PART

DAVID LYNCH IS THE OTHER EXCEPTION AND I AM FUCKING LIVING FOR IT.

Concerned Ape knows what's up

[spacedoutsheepy]

how it feels to chew 5 cum

[zathebooknerd]

I'm wearing a mask and chewing mint gum and every time I exhale the mint air gets blasted directly into my eyes and is this how it feels to chew five gum because I'm suing for harassment

[apple8ees]

good evening chat please take my immediate live reaction to the latest @comicaurora page while in bed watching drawfee comps. this page activated my fight or flight response and i havent even processed anything past the first three panels properly

[lesbianwyllravengard]

How it chews to feel five gum has been looping in my head for a week does anyone know what the fuck I'm talking about please help me

[selfdiagnosedeyemotif]

RED ALERT ON CLAY. FORGOT THAT THIS EXCADRILL IS A FUCKING MONSTER

[nogendergoblin]

[antoniabishop]

went down a nine inch nails year zero rabbit hole and now i can’t stop watching every video on this fucking website https://www.42entertainment.com/work/humanpreservationproject

[non-un-topo]

How it feels to listen to The Northman soundtrack

[lepistemologie]

[ebodebo]

"Si, you owe me a new couch," you half-joke, trying to ease some of the palpable tension in the air, as you sit next to your boyfriend, Simon, on your couch, cleaning the gash on his side with a face cloth.

The poor guy had shown up at your door in the middle of the night with the nastiest gash to his side. It was a superficial cut, so nothing that needed immediate medical attention, but it still bled—a lot

He wouldn't say how he acquired the laceration, but you suspected it couldn't have been good. You kept your assumptions to yourself and have been tending to them for the last five minutes or so.

"I'll buy you any kind you like," he picks his head up from its place on the back of the couch. You catch his eyes boring into the side of your head as you continue cleaning the area, finally looking up to lock eyes with him. The sincerity in his eyes has you letting out a small laugh.

"You don't have to," you murmur as your eyes shift to the gauze to your side. You carefully open a fresh piece, place it on the cut, and secure it with paper tape. You gently press the sides, securing the tape to his skin. "All done. Good boy," you jokingly say, tossing the gauze's empty packaging onto the coffee table in front of you.

You feel his hand grip your chin, pulling you towards his lips. You are slightly taken aback, even making a noise of surprise, but you quickly reciprocate the kiss.

He tasted of Nicorette gum and cigarette smoke with a hint of liquor. You would scowl at him later for the cigarette smell since he had supposedly quit, but right now, you could feel by the way he gripped your face he craved a taste of you.

You raised your hand to grip his jaw, trying to bring him closer. He senses your desire, gripping your hips and swinging you over his legs so you are now straddling him, never once disconnecting his lips from yours.

While you adjust to the new position, your knee grazes his gash, making him grunt into your mouth. You pull back slightly to speak; both of your chests are heaving. "Am I hurting you?" Your brows furrow in concern as you gently bring your hand to rest in his messy hair.

He knots his hand in your hair, lips brushing against yours. "Only if you stop,” he pants, deepening the kiss.

You smile into his lips, gripping his jaw, feeling his teeth clash against your own. One of his hands lingers over your hip once again, kneading the fat of it. The other lingers from your hair to pull down your shirt on your shoulder, revealing your collarbone.

His lips hover over your clavicle, eyes flicking to take note of a new, very small ‘s’ inked into your flesh. He brings his hand up to brush his fingertips over the tattoo.

“You got this for me?” He enunciates the ‘me,’ like it was just so unable to believe you would ever want to taint your skin for him.

“You like it?” You chew on your bottom lip, giddy with anticipation. He leans back against the back of the chair, shifting his torso a little. You let out a slight moan when you feel how hard he is.

“Do you feel that?” He gruffs, gripping your waist and grinding you against his clothed hard-on. You grip his shoulders with each of your hands tightly, hissing through your teeth, “How could I not?”

He leans forward, lips hovering over the shell of your ear so you can feel his hot breath against your skin. “I fuckin’ love it.”

a/n: a little fic just bc it's been a hot sec<3 divider!