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Jon: Seasons 1-3
#if it looks like his eyes are growing larger then you're right#the shading is also darkening#which was not intentional#but fits the vibe methinks#tma#the magnus archives#the magnus archive art#tma art#Jon sims#jonathan sims#tma jon sims#tma jon#tma season 1#tma season 2#tma season 3#tma fanart#minor tma spoilers#tma spoilers
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arei in my outfit! 🌸
#drdt#danganronpa despair time#arei nageishi#drdt arei#digital art#art#fanart#arei's become my dress up doll methink?#(posting this slightly late since i posted this on twitter and sheezy first)#i decided to draw her in an outfit i wore 2 weeks ago! except she has different shoes on and she doesnt have a butterfly belt on#i had sketched the butterfly belt and even did the outline + coloring in chibi form but it looked off so.. no butterfly belt!!!#also i DEF dont think that arei would actually wear this. she wouldnt be wearing those square nails either (shed have french tips)#so like yeah i think this art is like out of character but#i also changed her hair style so it'd look more like when i had it two weeks ago. so its out like mines was.#and her braid isnt tied up so her hair looks down more#i dont know if this outfit not fitting her turns people off but shes the only character that i thought could match the outfits vibes#also a little annoyed that her pose looks so similar to the pose i drew her in like 2 months ago but i hadnt realized it until too late
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john <3
the cunt in yellow
#brot posts#mal posting#im not fully back in flight rising so these arent real fandragon plans bc lord knows i have so many plans in the making anyway#so im just in the planning fun outfits stage. lol#but the fact im even making fandragons for malevolent erm. doesnt bode well#i'd also make arthur buuuuut my wifi's bad and having to reload the image after i edit any individual item is a pain#an for arthur i'd need to do like . actual clothes. not just swirling bits#ugh and i'd need an actual dragon not just an invisibility cloak...#ya so for now its just john and the king in yellow for funsies. <3#maybe then as yellow. he has less jewelry then#to show how he's been HUMBLED !!!!#i actually like how the invisibility cloak + clothing apparel has the cutout of limbs still in it for the king#kinda gives a spooky vibe. like the impression of a body being there but there isnt one visible....#fits the whole vibe methinks. instead of just being a glitch/feature of the invisibility cloak. lulz#god damnit i better not make this a legit fandragon plan#chanting to myself in the mirror. i log onto flight rising like once every 3 months i do not have it in me to complete another fandragon
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like ive been poking at ashes2ashes since my freshmen year of high school and like 95% of the stuff i've written about it is unusable or highly dated (by virtue of being very young when i was working on it). on one hand i have been reminded about stuff i will and could reuse, which is nice. on the other hand i see old dialogue and i hide my face in my hands
#ashes tag#blargh#here comes the worst part of any wip. figuring out what the actual plot is#it was on a very large scale before but that doesn't really work well logistically#nor like. thematically#like there's discussions of the broad scale and history and what have you#but not with like. the actual plot too much methinks#need to revamp a bunch of characters. needs more butch rep#a lot of character design was *very* 2016#which isnt inherently a bad thing. but very much Doesn't fit the vibe of what's going on here
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watched inside out 2.
what ive learned thus far is im actually being controlled a whole lot by my personified anxiety head creature because im so often lost in potential scenarios its actually quite detrimental to my existence actually
#miesozernacma#inside out#inside out 2#inside out anxiety#like i dont feel im that anxious of a person#but the focus on future scenarios is. its real#like currently im lost in thought about a friendship at school#theres a girl i talk to and stick with (as well as a few others) that i dont really wanna be friends with anymore#because shes not a good fit for me personality wise methinks. a year of verification is good enough for me#and the simple (“simple”) task is to just go up to her and be like#“hey so ive noticed you have a few traits and behaviours that i dont really vibe with so we should part ways. ur cool just not for me”#in like the most plain words possible. fast and to the point#but my kneejerk reaction is to think how she might react#or what the other friend might do after that#and another friend#and if shell consider me her enemy or something (lol?)#and its pretty annoying because ultimately#i know what i want.#and in this case it's to separate from a girl i dont fw no more#rly brave and cool of you to ask to hang out but#im about to be cool and brave and tell you how i *really* feel. yknow.
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entering flat hair era for a bit. and let it be a bit greasy too lets see how that affects the trangenderism i cant be putting this much effort
#i love spiking it up but it got too long and i dont wanna cut it too lazy too hot#and like i put too much care into my hair#which is not bad in itself#but like the emo look is really bad if you wanna pass because in general emo guys would get called girls and fags right#so like getting called a fag 2 times a year is nice but otherwise youre just too girly#such is the emo life#/hj#ive actually been trying to dress more inspired by nu metal fits (since i cant wear anything skinny anyway)#to me it screams Boy#as well as skater fashion#wven tho im a poser. who cares#actually i want a shirt now that would just say 'poser' lol#also i gave up on keeping my nails sorta ok looking#like i put on nailpolish cuz they get so damn dirty#but havw you seen guys nails?? theyre always long and gross and dirty#so im just keeping a chipped nailpolish and idc theyre a bit dirty now (was painting with acrylic yesterday and got it all over my hands#looks ugly but idc. its a vibe)#i also wanted to stop using makeup but i got this medical one thats both for coverage and healing acne and it actually works#so i use it.. and it makes me look nicely pale because i fucking hate my red cheeks and nose#but that would also help me pass methinks so ehhhhhgg#just gotta keep doing my brows cause theyre Blonde and invisible#ad the dye washes out real quick so i gotta draw them in dhhshd#thoughts are being thunk
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blues skies around the corner - jack hylton
won't you feel happy to be / sharing the sunshine with me / under those blue skies
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Sao Feng go
kith you sweetly if they had nirvana in the 1700s they would be playing come as you are at his bathhouse send tweet
#sunny tag#ask#this is less that the lyrics fit bc honestly who knows what this song is abt but the vibes are correct methinks
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Whenever Taylor gives the folklore speech I literally picture her as Circe in her little cabin on her little island casually turning men into pigs
#it fits tbh#wait Taylor lowkey kinda does have Circe vibes#I could write an interesting parallel methinks#taylor swift#the eras tour#eras tour#folklore#Betty#Circe
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Honestly. Sonic's and Shadow's relationship. as a platonic one has always been more interesting 2 me. mostly because of how most ppl depict their romantic one they are two silent guys in their respective ways. they understand each other but at the same time they can't imagine ever being like the other. do you get it
#they barely spend time exclusively to talk or just sit near eachother. but when they do share#time like that. it brings peace 2 them like no other person can. methinks#PARALELL PLAY. IF U WILL#I still think. neither of their game selves would commit to a romantic relationship#so it. seems odd 2 me how many ppl ship them#and how ppl also want to fit them in the usual romantic relationship#but ofc. ppl can do whatever they want. it isn't hurting anyone. I honestly don't vibe with it but y'all go off#hoghog awoos#and by silent I mean. shadow is the typical silent. says just the necessary#but sonic. talks a lot but not about himself. idk if that makes sense..
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I Live in the Clouds by Teddy Hyde is a cphil song now bc i said so
#something something about all the months he spent alone in the commune#that’s what the song is#To Me#i was actually trying to search for hc phil songs but this one fits cphil better methinks#bc i’m looking for a very particular vibe for my hc phil playlist#c!phil#philza#🐀
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can't believe the boys are almost here, ugh, love those gay little mage tacticians
#i can't wait to see what they doooo#like robin has a fair number of alts with most of his in game fits so i'm curious how that will go#like there's r!f!robin who took on a validar approach so i can't them recycling that for m!robin's brave#and then soren?#his promoted robes are cool and all but they aren't all that exciting i guess? i lile them don't get me wrong#but idk i feel like they don't stand out enough to be like ''oh! brave alt!'' yk?#he doesn't really vibe with his heritage in the first place so dressing him in an ashnard style or almedha/goldoan royalty style feels wrong#despite that#you could do some really cool things if you combine some some aspects of both daein and goldoan royal fashion methinks#regardless#v excited for tonight's feh channel :)#nqp#gabe rambles#feh#cyl 7
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Look at us, being so decisive
Trying to decide if Agamemnon has long beard vibes or short beard vibes
#i might go with a shorter beard#cause i want him to look like a bear in terms of physique#and a shorter beard fits the vibe better for that methinks
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My monsters keep me company And I'll never be lonely They will keep me safe Protected from harm Monsters keep me company Untill I will set them free
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for the number thing!!
14!
also I love your writing??? where were you this whole time??? Tumblre has been hiding you from me.
hihi! for spotify wrapped the 14th song i got is go kitty go by dancing cats :3
it’s definitely not a serious song so not much to analyze on it but it just!! makes me rlly happy tbh. it’s just such a good song it never fails to make me smile at least a little
and ty so much for saying so!!! i haven’t been very active lately so perhaps that’s why? requests are closed but feel free to send asks, especially abt my ocs! nice to meet u!!
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heh.. okay, so you asked for different.. rubs hands together villaniously as i materialize from the bottomless shadows..
sub!vampire!ellie biting/bloodsucking denial.. reminding her how much of a good girl she needs to be even when your wrist is practically just brushing past her lips to cradle her face.. or when the weakest bead of blood is pricked from your finger.. flaunting it.. teasing.. goddess bless throw in whatever else you see fit freakmaster
TEMPTATION WAITS
before you read! ▪︎ my masterlist ☆: co-president...this is absolutely divine...shoulda seen the way i dropped everything for this im literally #TWEAKING. new fav thing i've ever written methinks. title song. (vibes aren't there but the title was too good.) ps: if you spot any typos i wrote this with one hand. KIDDING...or am i? divider creds—cafekitsune. ◇: not outright smut, but still suggestive!! and nsfw is described. fluffy end bc i think she earned it, lore sprinkled in because why nawt it's interesting, finger sucking (e! receiving), this is maybe a lil ooc idrc, she's described as looking quite ill in her vampiric form + begs like her century long life depends on it fr, (but also has a bit of an attitude, it issss ellie after all), mean!r, talk of blood/previous bite wounds. ++ 3.3k wc. doesn't need to be that long but atp? take it or leave it LOLL. filing under "oneshots" bc it's way more than usual reqs hehe.
“Please, baby. Just one taste. I'll do anything.” Desperate, shaky pleas spilled from Ellie, her voice noticeably tired from the effort. She's been at this for what felt like forever now, and you were getting tired of ignoring her. Or rather, a little bored.
She was kneeling on the wooden floor by your bed, fisting the creased sheets, trying to capture your attention. The shimmering moonlight was dancing on her features as if it was a sparkle of fireflies, making her oddly colored eyes appear to glow, and highlighting her sickly appearance.
In her vampiric form, her skin was tinted a ghostly—even chalky—white, barely a smidgen of blush dancing on the apples of her cheeks. Her eyes shifted from their original grassy green to a peculiar duochrome blend of emerald and ruby. She really looked unwell, but you knew it was merely a product of circumstance, her gloomy fate.
Ellie donned somber dark circles around her eyes, her lips withered, pale, and thin as a piece of tissue paper. Just behind them though, rested two deadly weapons of her very own—sizeable, razor-sharp, gleaming ivory canines reflecting the scarce lighting as if they were made of mirrored glass.
For the first time tonight, you met her gaze, assuming an unbreakable poker face. Her keen sight could pick out the most subtle of twitches, so you learned to defeat that. The moment you met her line of sight she perked up, her eyes widening in glee, you had finally acknowledged her existence after so long.
Scooting forward you placed yourself right in front of her still kneeling form, sitting so she was in between your legs, but she wasn't allowed to touch you until you said so. What torture.
She began again, “Can I do something to make you change your mind? I'll do anything. Anything in the world. I'll make you feel re-really good, and then I won't ask again…ever even, if that's what you want. Just please let me…I'm so thirsty.” She was rambling a million miles a minute, slurring her words and cutting herself off with hiccups, stuttering like was having a nervous breakdown.
Her chest heaving up and down was visible to you despite the dim surroundings, and you could just make out her facial expression—a pained grimace, as if she was experiencing all of humanity's greatest suffering. When you didn't reply but stayed observing her blankly, she sighed and hung her head in shame, you almost felt bad. Almost.
You extend a hand, twirling a strand of her hair—previously silky and vibrant, now as lifeless and dull as charred hay—and you feel her relax under your touch. You continue raking your fingers through her locks, scratching her scalp with your nails, and you hear her exhale forcefully. She's likely overwhelmed by your scent—it's invigorating, fresh, and full of life.
“Have you been good?” You pipe up with a voice colder than ice, softly caressing the flesh of her tense cheek, and letting your fingertips travel to the underside of her chin. You gently tilt her head up, noticing the way her eyelids flutter to a close. She's soaking up the heat radiating off of you, making sure to feel the sensations of your skin brush against hers as much as she can, commit them to memory for when she's apart from you.
Her lips part, allowing for hushed, woeful whimpers to pour out, and she instinctively bites her bottom lip to quiet herself. Only she forgets about the powerful daggers in her mouth, and almost pierces right through her own skin.
Taking notice, you tut at her, warning clicks of your tongue bouncing off the room’s walls, contrasting the dead of night’s eerie silence. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You push the pad of your thumb down on the plush of her lip, angling her jaw side to side, examining those killer gnashers she's got.
“You could hurt yourself with these y'know, be careful.” Her eyelids flicker open, she's staring up at you with the biggest doe eyes she could muster, somehow all while maintaining such a strong glare you feel as if she's trying to challenge you.
“I'll decide if you can have some, as long as you're good, and you let me have some fun first. Alright?” You explain in a neutral tone, earning a cute “mhm” of confirmation from the undead being before you. “Good girl.”
You slowly slip your thumb into her mouth, avoiding her fangs at all costs, and you let her wrap her slippery tongue around your digit, watching how her cheeks hollow and her eyes roll ever so slightly while she sucks, moaning as she takes in your taste—nothing more than just skin.
You chuckle at her desperation, revel in the power dynamic you have created. “Mmm, you taste so good, so sweet.” She mumbles, swirling her tongue around your thumb, coating the entirety of it in her spit. You allow it for now, but soon enough, to no surprise, she slyly tries to shift to the side in preparation to slice you and get her treat.
You sharply retract your hands from her, removing your finger from her mouth with a pop, disappointed by her greed, her audacity. She turns to the side and pouts, huffing and rolling her eyes with more attitude than a moody teen. “What did I say?” You calmly hiss at her. She whispers, almost inaudibly, “Sorry…taste so good, can't help m’self.” Her voice wavered, and the moonlight illuminated the faintest tinge of red across her features, it was nearly invisible.
But you could tell exactly what was up. She shifts uncomfortably in her spot, grunting with laughable, pitiful attempts to rub her thighs together, fingers toying with the cloth of her pants, putting her frustration on full display. You looked at her struggle, unable to contain your grin.
It was a different kind of high, seeing such a feared and fabled beast kneel before you in such a pathetic manner, but it turned you on like nothing else. It was also evident she enjoyed it as well, no matter how much she didn't want you to be aware of the fact. The extent to which she worships you and handles your body, the way she was willing to beg and let you order her around showed just how much you meant to her—it was beautiful in its own way, how devoted she was to you. You were her person.
The fact she couldn't stifle her desire anymore after all this time suggested a shift in the atmosphere of your wicked games, the tension in the air was getting impossibly thicker, and you were loving every second of it.
Ellie, you've got a short memory.” You tease, then gesture to the gauze wrapped around your forearm, protecting two puncture wounds left by none other than her just the previous night. She looks at it and cocks an eyebrow, grouching, “Yeah, I see that, what about it?” The husky edge to her voice had returned, the defiant attitude you loved to crack was back in full force.
“Hundreds of years old, you even have memories of wars, and you can't remember what happened, like, 24 hours ago? Wow…” Your voice is so patronizing, it's unpleasant and abrasive on the ears, even your own. She shrugs her shoulders, still kneeling on the cold, hard ground at your mercy. “Well let's have a refresher then, shall we?” Tearing the tan-colored bandage apart with a single rip, you reveal the puncture marks—they were still wet and irritated, the wounds reopening immediately at the slightest movement.
Ellie whines like an animal, a crude “ahh”, and she starts pleading harder than ever. “Please, baby, my pretty, my angel, please, please, pleasepleaseplease, just lemme have a drop, just one. That's all, I swear.” Her gaze darkens exponentially, if you didn't know her it would instill fear in your heart, but luckily you were well aware of all her tricks. She snarls, “Fuck you. I'm literally on my fucking knees right now. Why are you doing this?” Her voice breaks angrily, wobbling with great lust and need—the need to have you, the need to drink you and fondle you and taste you in all senses of the word, and at this point she didn't seem to care about preserving a morsel of her dignity, she was simply so drunk on you, you couldn't believe.
You reiterate the previously established explanation, “We have an agreement that says you're allowed to take my blood once a month, so you can have some more each time. Rather than taking a little bit but more often, you requested this yourself. And you already drank lots yesterday. Does that not ring a bell?”
She groans, a gravelly, guttural sound that had you coming back to your senses and realizing, this was technically, a monster who you loved so dearly.
It led you to wonder—to her kind, what was so special about the liquid coursing through your veins?
When you split your lip open as a kid, clumsily tumbling face-first onto the asphalt, or bit your tongue while eating something stubborn, the strange, metallic taste was purely disgusting. It had a certain heaviness to it, both physically with the way it sat in your mouth, but also mentally. Like a subconscious awareness you were not meant to consume it like she does, but to spit it out the millisecond it made contact with your taste buds. There were times where the thought made you queasy, the measly knowledge of just how much of this fluid was inside you, keeping you alive.
But to her, it was a completely different story. She lapped it up with such fervor, such thirst you've never seen before. A sloppy frenzy like there wasn't a single thing more delightfully flavorful.
Her teeth penetrating all the way through your epidermis, dermis, and hypodermis, and straight through the vein wall was a feeling you're likely never going to get used to. It stung, it really did, and you were quick to get all woozy from the blood volume loss, but Ellie knew your limits—even though hers were not even close. Her thirst was insatiable.
The intimacy of the act was a whole separate topic to think about too. It was such an erotic experience, and when probed about it she argues it's better than sex, somehow. When she drinks from you, Ellie is really messy with it, you noticed. Blood dribbles down her chin and stains her lips as if it's a designer lip oil, the distinct deep maroon color sometimes appearing clownish and too intense against her fair complexion.
She was really handsy as well, and you weren't sure if it was purposeful, but you didn't care to ask because you didn't really mind in the first place. It felt nice. Her muscular hands tend to trace your waist as she's suckling, hovering by your ass, and traveling north to knead the supple tissue of your breasts.
And how could you forget about the sheer proximity of it all, even when having sex normally, it didn't feel nearly as intimate or vulnerable as this. Her body would be tightly curled around yours, she couldn't bear to have one meager square inch of her not touching you.
When she drank from your neck, it was bordering on heavenly, you had to be honest with yourself. There was something about the combination of the light headed, dizzying feeling it brought you, her closeness, the licking sensations, and the hungry sounds she produced that all together mixed to form nothing short of a mind blowing, intoxicating concoction.
When you both were feeling it, she'd be able to draw breathy moans to fall from your lips, and would giggle into your skin before sucking harder, leaving bruised marks surrounding the punctures. You read in some folklore that vampires carried a sort of aphrodisiac in their fangs, or was it their saliva? Again, you didn't really know all the details, but the sessions made you both yearn for each other in a way that felt taboo to discuss—midnight feedings often turning into animalistic fucking, sometimes even simultaneously.
Like having Ellie latched onto the side of your neck while she grinds her dripping pussy onto yours, her pleasureful mewls filling your ears, or having her hold your wrist to her mouth while her other hand is pleasuring you into oblivion, prodding against your spongy walls, making your head spin.
The time you spent lost in thought, she had broken the rule of not touching you unless you said so, but all she had done was rest her head on your knee, zoning out, sulking like an injured puppy. Unfortunately for her, you weren't done torturing her just yet. You didn't move her off of you, she was just laying there, grumbling curses under her breath, saying how mean you were, how much she despised you and everything you stood for, although both of you knew the truth—she had said herself, “I've never tasted blood like yours,” and you felt intrinsically bound to her on a subconscious level, these were mere amusements you indulged in, that ended up beneficial for both.
She got her delicious elixir of life, at the cost of you having your way with her for a bit. You hear her sniffle, the little defenseless sound of defeat was able to break your act.
You resume stroking her hair, and she wraps trembling arms around your thigh. “Hmm?” You coo, putting on a sweet facade. “Don't talk to me like that, c'mon man.” She wails, the attempts to regain control over her voice proving unsuccessful.
You took your nails to the newly formed raspberry scabs on top of your bite wounds and picked them off, and she lunges to grab your arm with inhuman reflexes, but once again you emerge on top, having spent so much time memorizing every last one of her behavioral patterns, so much so you knew exactly how she was going to attempt catching you and moved out the way without thinking about it.
“Too slow, you've gotten predictable.” You ridicule her, embellishing your voice with the most fake, sickly sweet tone you could just to irritate her as much as you possibly could. Ellie lays her head on your thigh, sighing. It's like she's given everything up. Her own patience was running out, potentially entering unpredictable territory now.
You squeeze the sides of the hole in your skin to coax a bubble of bright red blood to ooze out, marveling, “It's such a nice color, I see why you like it so much.” You talk to her coolly, ignoring her tearful, yet terrifyingly rage-filled glares, her massive fangs bared as if you were a prey animal she caught herself and was preparing to rip apart.
“Want a taste, Ellie? Have you earned it?” You think out loud, comically tapping your chin to exaggerate the brainstorming act. “Whatever, it's not like I have anything left to say to you.” She sounded heartbroken, you've never seen someone have such sorrow, the sheer misery behind her eyes actually caught you off guard.
"Okay I think you have earned it, just need you to say one more thing.” She nods, a little too quickly, rushing to catch any tears that were planning an escape route down the sides of her pretty face. You cradle her cheek, brushing your thumb against her skin, “Aw, baby, don't cry.” This time however, your tone is sincere.
She doesn't wait for your request, and starts all over again, this is getting old. “I promise everything. I'll make you feel so good, I'll give you whatever you want, please …you're too sweet.” She huffs, “Well, except when you're not.”
She continues mumbling, burying her face in the meat of your thigh, occasionally stopping to lovingly peck where she was laying, quiet smooching sounds. That really melted your heart, you were ready to give her what she needs after so much cruelty. This went on much longer than you had planned, but you were having fun with it. So you decided to abandon whatever you would ask of her. But could anyone blame you?
She slowly reaches for your wounded arm, gauging your reactions, like in the situation you were planning to do something to prevent her, but you come up with a better idea. “I'll do you one even better, Els.” The grin that envelops her face could light up a thousand suns, and melt the coldest of souls. Make vampire hunters quit their careers even, that's how adorable she could be, on the occasion.
You lean back to take your shirt off in one swift motion, and lay back on the edge of the bed, tilting your neck to give her access to the sweet pulsating spot, finding the droplet of drool that falls from her agape mouth utterly hilarious. “Go ahead, I've had my fun.” She hesitates. “But our agreement, I don't wanna hurt you.” “Ellie it's fine, unless you don't want t-” “No I do I do, oh thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you so muchhhh.”
Her gratitude is silly, she's straddling you and kissing all over your neck, face, and collarbones with such care, and you inhale sharply once you feel the familiar sensation of her teeth piercing your sensitive skin.
She has one hand on the nape of your neck, holding you close to her so you couldn't move away, and the other one finds your fingers to intertwine with hers, loud gulping noises filling the room as she messily laps up all that flows from you.
Her bony hips are sat atop your pelvis, and soon enough you feel her start absentmindedly rocking back and forth on you, your breath hitching. You hold her waist to ground yourself, and aid her. She's whispering, mostly to herself, “Fuck that's so fucking good, needed this so bad, need you, fuck- shit. Ah, yes.”
The vertiginous feeling swirls in your head and you feel yourself fading, your grip on her sides loosening, but you don't feel one single ounce of panic, because you know she's got you. No matter what, until the end of time. Or at the very least, until the final bells tolled and you were lowered to your eternal resting place six feet underground.
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