wanna suck on her tongue until she's squirming and writhing like a whore in my lap but i just keep her wrists pinned behind her back. moaning into her eager mouth, sucking even slower. my lips wet around her and her chin getting all drooly with how lovely it feels to be so good and take it for me. i love seeing how much she can take before she gets stupid with that senseless fucking need. when she starts to whine and force her tongue deeper, i'll bring my own to the underside of hers and lick side to side, back and forth. swirling and sucking until she's grinding her hips forward, begging me to fuck her. taking her wrists in one hand and sliding the other between her thighs. she knows what it means. move for me. we aren't stopping, i'm still working that warm tongue in and out of my lips, but i'll give you this. make yourself cum on my fingers, sweetheart. aren’t you dying for it? cum. cum now. hurry up before i change my mind <3
@aria-i-adagio's fault (tysm because this made me actually take a break from work and poke vaguely at second round wip revisions. meep meep.) Running late with this so please consider yourself tagged if you wanna be, and here's a snippet of Untitled Georgian Disaster, The Beach Episode:
Seth had split his knuckles open on Dale’s teeth. Blood ran down his fingers. It dripped onto the wet sand, dripped onto the few startlingly pale shells scattered at his feet. Crimson anemones painted on surf-cleaned bones. He scrubbed the back of his hand over his cheek, making even more of a mess in an effort to wipe away the crusted rime of sand and salt, and scowled. Dale grinned up at him, bloody and bleary-eyed.
"What's the matter? Didn't like your swim, little minnow?"
my brother works on a boat so when he rants about his job I can’t take it seriously because he keeps angrily referring to his boss as “captain”. like sorry ur having 19th century sailor problems my guy
see 0 note flop posts aren't that bad when they're personal but 0 note fandom posts feel literally so bad. like if you don't wanna play toys with me anymore just say that. i'll pack up my super cool awesome things and go and i'll sit on the other side of the playground by myself and i won't even look at you. fuck
“The average US president has been charged with 1.54 felonies” factoid isn’t true. The average US President has been charged with 0 felonies. Donald trump, who has been charged with 71, is a statistical outlier and should not have been counted
If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
i say i like tragedies and everyone’s all like ‘why do you like sad stories? are you depressed?’ and never ‘how was the catharsis? was the catharsis fun?’