#peotic

[snow-blower]

Imagine being Cregan’s wife and riding him slow and deep in the lotus position. You two are completely engulfed in one another, limbs tangled together, every bit of skin touching where it possibly can.

One of your hands is bracing against his shoulder for balance and the other is tugging on his hair which he loves and it can even get him to whimper sometimes. Both of his massive hands are practically covering your back, helping you move up and down on his massive cock stretching you so deliciously.

He is hugging you so close to him, squeezing you so tightly as you bounce up and down on him. Your mouths only disconnect every few moments to breath before you reconnect in a messy kiss, sometimes mumbling how much you love each other and how good this feels. The only other sounds in the room are the crackling of the fireplace, moans, grunts, groans, whimpers and the slapping of skin against skin. Also the squelching of your combined juices where your bodies are connected, so loud it’s bordering on vulgarity.

Cregan gives you his infamous bear hugs even during vigorous lovemaking. Feeling you so close to him helps ground him and calm him after a stressful day or just everyday in general

Need him so bad

I don't think I need to add anything onto this holy shit 🤤

[softmagichands]

[princesssakuromii]

having clinical depression is like someone asking "how suicidal are you feeling on a scale of 1 to 10?" and when you respond with "6" they'll let you be, cos you've been at 10 before and that was scary so this can't be bad ENOUGH to cause major concerns

– thugging it out

[lilixana05]

title: “i came back for you. but you were already gone.”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: angst, tragedy, poetic prose

warnings: death, cancer, heavy grief

word count: ~1.2k

summary: written like a letter to the past. written like a love song never finished.

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i came back for you. but you were already gone.

(a requiem for a girl the world could never hold long enough)

We were children—

barefoot, bruised-kneed, star-eyed.

The kind of love that bloomed in secret gardens,

untouched by the rot of time.

You said it like a vow, not a maybe.

“When we grow up, let’s get married.”

And I said yes.

Because how could I not?

Your voice was the only home I’d ever known,

and your eyes already held my future.

We stitched that promise into the fabric of summer—

pinkies locked beneath a bruised sky,

the air thick with fireflies and forever.

You laughed like God was listening.

And maybe He was.

Because even now,

I can still hear it echoing in the hollow of my chest.

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Time, though—

time is a thief with gentle hands.

It didn’t take you all at once.

No. It let me watch.

The calls slowed.

The laughter faded.

Your name became something I swallowed,

not something I said.

And then one day,

you were simply—

gone.

Not in body. Not yet.

But you weren’t mine anymore.

Not in the way you once were.

I still wrote.

Still messaged.

Still reached for the ghost of the girl who once swore

she’d marry me under a sky full of stars.

➙ “do you remember the swing behind the park?”

➙ “you wore yellow that day”

➙ “i should’ve told you you looked like sunlight.”

Silence answered every time.

But hope is a loyal, stupid thing.

And I—I loved you blindly.

I waited like fools wait for miracles.

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Until I couldn’t anymore.

Until I packed a bag full of maybe’s and should-have’s

and drove six hours and thirty-two minutes

back to the place we buried our childhood.

Everything was the same.

That old bookstore still breathed cinnamon and old pages.

The streets still whispered your name.

And the wind—

God, even the wind smelled like you.

But you weren’t there.

You weren’t anywhere.

So I knocked.

Your mother answered.

Her smile cracked before it even reached her eyes.

And I knew.

I knew before she said it.

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“She passed six months ago.”

Six.

Months.

Ago.

The words didn’t hit me.

They shattered me.

Like glass in the throat.

Like blood in a prayer.

Cancer.

A word that shouldn’t belong beside your name.

A word too heavy for a mouth that once only sang.

She told me you fought.

Of course you did.

You never knew how to give up.

You loved till the end.

Even when your bones turned brittle.

Even when your hair fell like snow.

Even when your voice broke.

You still talked about me.

Even when I stopped talking to you.

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I went to your grave that night.

There were peonies there—half-wilted, still soft.

I remembered you once said they were too beautiful to last.

Maybe you were talking about yourself.

Your name was carved like a wound on marble.

Y/n L/n

2001 – 2024

“She loved until there was nothing left.”

I dropped to my knees like the earth owed you an apology.

And I wept.

Not the quiet kind.

The kind that empties you.

The kind that tears your soul from your ribs

and begs for time to rewind.

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I whispered every version of I love you

into the dirt.

Into the wind.

Into the spaces between stars.

“I still would’ve married you.”

In every lifetime.

In every version of the world.

I would’ve chosen you.

I would’ve built us a house with a window facing the moon,

written you poems on napkins,

held your hand through every storm.

But I was too late.

And now the world spins without you.

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I still write.

I still dream about your voice,

soft and smoky,

telling me I’d always be your favorite person.

I still wait for your message.

Even though I know it’ll never come.

Even though the only place you exist now

is in the soft corners of memory

and the parts of me that still belong to you.

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You died waiting.

And I lived forgetting.

And I will never forgive myself for that.

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So if you hear me now—

wherever you are,

if you’re stardust, or light, or something I can’t touch—

please know this:

I never stopped being yours.

Not even when the world told me to let go.

I came back for you.

But you were already gone.

[mewp0ems]

medusa

i am medusa; as a god you should’ve known better leading me to the temple? you- you knew you wouldn’t be punished mortals are flimsy, fragile, easy to break. deities never take any consequences. isn’t this unfair? why should i bear the burden of your bad choice is it so bad? to be naive, innocent of crime, but by default, with you, i am guilty; i have paid my price. i hear hissing everywhere i go i cannot love freely - i know one day you will pay for the crimes you’ve committed, i’ll wait patiently pagan gods always have a downfall. after all, what is a god to a non-believer?

[trulynadia]

Be thankful for difficult people in your life, for they have shown you who you don’t want to be.

[inmyglowupera]

Please rescue me,

From the bleak ennui,

Of having to make do,

With anyone that isn’t you.

- HM

[herburiedwritings]

“why have you made yourself so busy lately?”

that’s the only way to keep my mind away from his thoughts.

[dollettecore]

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debating whether I should post the poems/random things I wrote ab him but in a cutesy literature girly dollette core way!!

[strawberrieangelcake]

when mitski said "i love everybody, because i love you" it expresses accurately how it feels to be in love, to be overflowing with it. to see and feel love in everything, to quite literally feel that love is in the air.

[hymalayah]

🌧️ My eyes rain like clouds ☁️🌧️

#bensonboone #i like poet art #this is beautiful #original work

[iblamenabil]

Words also hurt, it open a bloodless wound.

[rizzler-genz]

Hey shawty chelagi kya tu party

Uske baad gumavunga tujhe all over the juhu chowpathi

Are mere city me toh nahi hai chowpathi

To chal fir mere ghar khilaunga tujhe mere maa ke haat ke gol gol chapathi

Toh bhaitja fir mere bike pe pehneke teri nighty

___________________&________________________

[radio-host-jai]

A sky speckled with stars,

That watch us,

Watch as we laugh and laugh,

Are they envious?

The flowers see us through,

A window that's always open,

Letting the moon shine,

In those eyes of yours.

I swear, in that garden,

There is a rose,

That stares at the moon,

Like I look at you,

She reaches up,

As the moon sits there,

Letting the petals of the rose,

Stroke its face.

Oh, I love you,

Like a rose loves the moon.

[hyuuunna]

I vow to transform…

These are the words I whisper to my own heart, yet rather than evolving, I find myself ensnared in an unbroken cycle of self-loathing, endlessly slipping further away from who I wish to be.

[mewp0ems]

diary extract

jan 2023 dear diary, today, i felt full of flies.  i sat next to a girl in class swallowed my anxiety with some water turned to her, and said “hi” i walked home with her after. flies buzzing under my hand desperately gravitating towards hers. lauren wants to go out tonight.  maybe i’ll invite her, too.  dear diary,  she told me her name. i think all the drugs in the world couldn’t get me to forget it. especially the way she said it. she calls me mew. i’ve never liked my name before.  i like the way she says it.  we got caught in a snowstorm last night.  i think i was cold. frankly, next to her, i could freeze to death and feel warmth curling around my wounds. i hope she talks to me tomorrow.  jan 2024 dear diary,  i wish you could meet her. there have been fireflies fluttering through my veins since i met her.  she is the apple eve ate in the garden. i would lick the juice off her fingers without a thought.  she is sunlight on a cold day, mushy fruit in a fruit bowl, smile lines and crows feet. what i am saying is, she is as human as they come.  what i am saying is, i am human with her.  what i am saying is, all i have to be is human with her.  she’s coming into the room now. god, i know i love her.  god, i think she might love me too.