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14 lines from Love Letters or suicide notes.
(by David "Doc" Luben)
One. Don't freak out .
Two. We both know this has been coming for a long time.
Three. I've been staying awake at night, wondering if I should tell you.
Four. I bought the kind of crackers you can eat, they are in the hall cupboard.
Five. Now that we have watched all the episodes of True Blood, I do not know what else to do next.
Six. I always imagine this would happen without warning and like suddenly on an ocean cliff side... But this is the kind of thing where waiting for the time to be right, would just mean waiting forever.
Seven. I've just been too afraid for too long.
Eight. I came home on Tuesday and found all of the chairs I owned stacked in a tower in the center of my kitchen... I don't know how long they have been like that, but it can only be me that did it... It's the kind of thing a ghost would do to prove to the living that he is still there... I am haunting my own apartment.
Nine. My grandmother was still alive when I was five years old and she asked me to check and see if the iron was hot enough yet. So I pressed my hand against it and it was Red and screaming for hours... Twenty-five years later and she would still sometimes apologize, in the middle of conversations, "I feel so bad about making you touch the iron" she'd say, as tough it had just happened... I cannot imagine how do we forgive ourselves for all the things we didn't say until it was too late... But how else do you tell if something is hot but to touch it?.
Ten. I keep imagining my furniture in your apartment.
Eleven. I wonder how many likes this will get on Facebook.
Twelve. My dad always used to tell me the same joke, but I can't remember the punchline.
Thirteen. I was eight years old and it took three weeks, three eight-year-old-weeks, imagine! To gather everything that I would need to be batman. Rope. Boomerangs. A Mardi gras mask with the beads cut off. I couldn't find a cave near my house, so I buried them all in a bundle under the ivy... For years after, I tried to find that spot again.The ivy grew too fast. I searched in so many spots it seemed impossible that I had missed one, but I never found it.... How can something be there and then not be there?... How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?.
Fourteen. I never had the courage to buy bright green sheets. I wanted them but thought they were too brash, even with no one but me to see them. I bought a set yesterday and put them on the bed. I knew that you would like them.
#button poetry#slam poetry#love letters#spoken poetry#suicide notes#world poetry slam#doc luben#love#art#poetry
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"it's so embarrassing you like that popular thing" "oh ew that geeky/strange thing is so cringe lol" "oh it's kind of weird you get excited about that harmless shit"
dude i love how ironic and jaded you are and that's so cool and sexy of you. and i am so so glad to tell you - you won!! we all had a meeting and we decided that you won, and we are writing your name on the inside of a burger king crown. the marker smeared, sorry, but we knew any form of real effort is ugly to you. but anyway. congrats! you are officially the coolest, most ironic, most jaded person in-the-world-right-now. we would throw you a party but you would think it was totally boring - and besides, we're weird so we wouldn't have been coming. we would have brought our love of beetles and of baking and of little canapes. we would have brought our artsy videogames and pages of writing. we would have written a poem with you, our hands covered in ink, and spread out a canvas to dance on, the night so lurid and pink.
but do not worry. we will not throw the party. we will just get you a ringlight and that crown i mentioned. it is a nice crown, except for where one of us dropped it.
the vote was a really hard one because we had so many cool ironic people to pick off the shelves. all of you have hands that rot fruit, how strange is that - you can't look at something without destroying it for other people. you like it when you can squeeze a person into a pinpoint - all us small ones scampering our little feet around our ugly joys. the vote was also a hard one because we kept our voices down because you don't like it when we talk too loud. you were on your phone at the time, talking to people other than us. you are a ghoul of every moment - half in, half out, you resent us for being here without shame or embarrassment.
so good news! we have invented an island for people like you. you get to go there and speak into the air things like if you still like watching harmless twitch streamers in 2023 you're fucking boring. you will say things like liveplay podcasts are fucking ugly and it's kind of awkward they try to make everything gay. on the island we made you, all of your words will have weight. they will form in the air like icicles, large white behemoth letters that will crumple in anvils around your feet. maybe we will send someone there once in a while to sweep, but honestly you might be there for a while, alone, waiting. we are busy being outside looking for mushrooms and flapping our hands and humming. we are busy kicking our little heels while we watch cringey tv. we are busy - sorry! as an apology, we have pre-filled the island with every bland, mediocre, unscented thing we could find. the island has the texture of american cheese. the island has an ocean that never gets angry. the island is perfect for you, trust me. you will be so happy there - as happy as you can be, ironically.
we want to say we are sorry for doing harmless things that you find annoying, childish, or unappealing - but we are not sorry. we thought we could help you, because we don't mind laughing at ourselves, but it turns out you are allergic to color and noise and atmosphere, so this is the best that we can do for now. we are all making a big shirt that says i voted in the ironic monarchy. we got you one that is just a fast fashion buttondown. i am so excited for you and this island and the big life you have won. you have a cool jaded grey life and miles of irony to roam. i love you! be well.
now leave us alone.
#spilled ink#writeblr#slam poetry#i started this as a joke and ended up taking after#the poem about all the women in the world meeting in the bathroom#i can't find it to link it directly i've been googling for like 15 minutes if someone can remember#turns out frantically googling the only lines like ''women meeting in the bathroom''#''secret womens meeting you always believed happened" is not useful for . to search??? help :(#also the reason this says harmless so many times is bc like#this is 100% about like#yeah man when ppl are mean about ppl enjoying things like. fuckin lady gaga#like this is so obviously about ppl who steal ur joy for no reason (i WILL steal ur joy if ur a bigot btw)#also yes it's bc someone was like ''liking the mcelroys in 2023 is cringe''#and im like. dude what the fuck literally just let people like things it's LITERALLY not that deep.#like i dont like centipedes theyre one of like the 2 bugs im squicked out by ... but like.#if u really like centipedes. im like so happy for you. i hope you can put socks on ur centipedes#so they can speedclean ur floors. that would be fun and cool!!!#i love u i hope all of you have a weird passion i love you i hope that passion fills your life like soap bubbles
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Every day I wake up and wonder what Jesse would think of Pete Wentz slam poetry
#bakugan#bakugan battle brawlers#gundalian invaders#jesse glenn#bakugan gundalian invaders#thoughts?#when worlds collide#fall out boy#fob#Pete Wentz slam poetry#pete wentz#bc I’m so mentally ill I legit sit and think ab what a fictional character would think of Pete Wentz slam poetry#when ur emo and also rlly into bakugan hehe#we already all agree he would be fine dining on literally anything written by Ryan Ross
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protests
when the people are rioting against the politicians it means something is wrong.
i am a person who has rioted against the government
broken down and beaten by the governors and establishment
thrown against walls and brawls starting in the streets
factions fighting, actions writhing, i am a person who has been caught in it all
the people are rioting because something is wrong
fathers and mothers clutching their children close
while teens in the street are hosed down by the police
for screaming for the rights to their own body, reaching for something the right won't give
when you have to fight for control over yourself you wonder when you gave it up in the first place
my birthplace this country is raking me over the coals and the hollowness of the politics is so f-ing cold
i see it in the cries of the birds and the way they try to leave
in the way that some children are in areas where they cant even breathe due to how our leaders treat them
beating them down, never letting them back up for air why would they? its not like they care.
the blank eyes of those in power is horrifying when you hold none
so you protest and they cower but not for long because theyd would never let you have some
power is corrupting thats clear to everyone with eyes
because these people these men are making money of kids who die and the fears of the masses
we’re put in classes to be told what to do and we cant fight back
we’re put in jobs to be told what to do and we cant fight back
we’re put in this world and told what to do and who to be and we cant fight back
so we do what people do
and we fight back
#anti establishment#poetry#writing#slam poetry#fuck the government#politics#real world#social justice#protest#human rights
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October, one of earth's creatures
October knocks at my door and it asks for my pieces to be glued together
I ask him, why is it that every year I welcome him in my home he tears me down this way
It just is the way it is
Do You think the trees do not miss their leaves? Do You think wild animals do not long for sunlight?
Do You not see the rest of creation mourning with you? Do You not hear the lamenting scream that rises from the soil itself? Do You not see the uncertainty in which it all lies?
(Do you think they have any choice other than to trust?)
Do You think YOU have any other choice?
The trees lose their leaves and regrow them in spring, the animals hide away longing for a little warmth, it will be provided rest assured
Yet they do not live with any certainty, but they know the world takes care of it's creatures
It takes care of it’s creatures
The way the earth spins to put us to sleep it lulls the mothers that sway with their child in arm
The rain that falls as it can’t hold anymore while we cry on the kitchen floor
The stars and the moon that shine to let us to see the face of our lover even at night when we’re tangled and so close
It takes care of it’s creatures
As long as they accept to remain creatures
As long as we accept to remain creatures
#sometimes i just#i just need to feel like the world is suffering with me#or rather is as confused as i am#because it is!!#nothing really knows what it's doing but it does it anyway#and i think that's what being alive is#poems and poetry#poetry#slam poetry#slam poem#poem#mourning#absurdism#pantheism#literature#my art
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Isolation is not safety, it is death. If no one knows you are alive, you aren't.
Neil Hilborn, “This is Not the End of the World”
#Neil Hilborn#This is Not the End of the World#2018#2010s#Button Poetry#American poetry#slam poetry#isolation#solitude#loneliness#depression#favs
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To Your Neverland
If the sky was a giant canvas,
I would paint a portrait of you
With the stars,
Not with the clouds which form
Majestic shapes-
Clear to the eyes.
Although I would like
the whole world to see it.
I’d still choose the stars,
That glints like hope on dark nights.
The kind of hope you’re to me.
I’d still choose the stars,
That sparkle the way your eyes do,
The way mine does when I think of you.
To love you is like admiring-
The reflection of the moon in a lake.
Moon that has almost fallen in it,
And I could hold it in my palms.
So, I would fill them with water-
To carry the moon in it.
But for how long could I hold it?
I know that the moon is far-far away,
Out of my reach.
Yet I look at it fondly,
And smile like the moon itself,
The crescent one.
When I come back home on a burning may afternoon,
And plop in the coolest corner of my room-
Under chilling air–
Sipping on ice-topped lemonade.
That’s the kind of comfort I feel with you.
Like chocolates and ramen-
My go-to comfort food when I feel low.
An instant remedy for happiness.
You are the only ray of moonlight,
That could somehow reach me,
At the depths of the sea.
A blessing given to me when I told God,
To give me what he thinks is best–
When I did not know what to pray for,
Thinking I had all I could ever ask for.
So what if you are in such a land,
I've known through newspapers.
A Neverland lost in the course of history.
I am searching for pixie dust–
So I could fly like Peter Pan
To Your Neverland.
~Cinemmonroll✨
#writers and poets#poetsandwriters#poetic#books#poets corner#writing#spilled thoughts#spilled poetry#slam poem#poetry#love poem#romance#poets of the world#new poets society#sunday#sunday post#slam poets on tumblr#slam poetry#love letters#whats up#valentine#loveyourself#love quote#Spotify
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they should make a restaurant where you can only speak in slam poetry
#can i get a burger? can i burg- HER? a side of fries while i push my feelings aside. she milk shakes my world...so ill get one to go#sorry for my awful slam poetry#.txt
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Went to a poetry slam yesterday and the depressed bisexual 22 yo woman won.
For tearing apart capitalism and our part in it.
Amazing experience, 10/10.
#poetry#poetry slam#bisexuality#anti capitalism#liked her from the start#she was amazing with words#first text was about three different experiences with death and what she took from that#as a bonus she went off about contraceptives being considered a purely female concern and the side effects of the pill#I hace hope for the world again#the other contestants were solid too#a very funny middle aged woman talking about slice of life stuff#a very artsy woman with absurd and gripping texts with word plays#and two guys with more humourus texts#altho one came off as a bit aggressive
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what is the worst form of media and why is it poetry
#this was originally 'written media' then I remembered slam poetry exists#my 'can't watch videos' ADD ass tolerates video essays better#I didn't care for poetry before 11th grade and have loathed it after I had to write an essay on it for some standardized test#I would have preferred to write about hand sanitizer in schools. or the impact of the aesthetics of windmills.#not the place for poetry in the modern world. especially since 3 of the 4 sources were only about slam poetry
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youtube
Watch this. You'll be happy you did
#his brilliance deserves to be shared with the world#am I slightly in love with him?#perhaps#but that doesn't change how amazingly skilled and talented he is#sc says#Youtube#poetry#slam poetry
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we're sitting in a Waffle House in the middle of nowhere. it's three a.m and i watch pour way too much syrup on your hasbrowns. you catch me staring and look up at me from your monstrosity in front of you and i can't help but smile. you smile back and ask 'what' doing that adorable little head tilt thing you do at me. and i shake me head and simply reply 'nothing' to which you smile a little harder.
we're sitting in a Waffle House in the middle of nowhere. it's three a.m and i watch you pour way too much syrup on your hasbrown and i can't help but smile. You look older now, happier. you catch me staring and look up at me fron the monstrosity infront of you. You smile at me and ask 'what' while doing that adorable little head tilt thing you do at me. i simply reply 'nothing' to which you smile a little harder and say 'It's never nothing.' I simply nod. i know. i just don't want you to stop putting too much syrup on your hasbrowns.
#poetry#slam poetry#love#waffle house at 3am#i just love him#he means the world to me.#these are the moments i live for#sam's poetry
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You knooooowwww... >.>
The only difference, technically, between a school in the Zone? And on Earth? Is the American government won't recognize your Zone diploma...
Not accredited. But like..... I'm JUST SAYING? If you didn't try to pass your school off as some Big Ivy League type? Pulled the "oh yeah, you'd never have heard of it, it's local." And the COMPUTERS say it's legit?
How many people will dig deeper?
If you legitimately have the knowledge, you legitimately have the knowledge. Not YOUR fault you left out the whole "extra-dimensional" part. It makes folk nervous! And nervous folks get stabby.
So like? If you were ALREADY planning to "Move" as you euphemistically put it? Talked it over with your VERY concerned folks and friends? Who do NOT like the look of the steady but concerning rise of Anti-Ghost Powers That Be? Who finally put their foot down and reminded you that you are a TEENAGER and it's NOT your responsibility to fix the world?
Well...
Fuck those guys, I guess. You'll miss the old house, but Team "Taking our ball and going literally anywhere else" makes some good points. Why ARE you putting up with this?
And honestly, you've never SEEN your dad have so much fun. Him and the Reality Realtor just sorta... Vibe. Himbo to Himbo communications. Smatters of advanced physics. Fudge. It's great.
They move the portal. Collapse the old one in a way that makes it impossible to recover or recreate. You... kinda don't want to ask. They had that "mad scientist glint" in their eyes.
And while everyone's checking out brochures to different realities? You? Head off to the nearest College. It's the Zone, so technically you could go to any of endless billions. But you'd like your education some time this century.
Cue! Danny Fenton! Entering?
Academia's wet dream. A sprawling CITY of a college. Where the classes are on EVERYTHING and the price is FREE. People have Obsessions okay?? They NEED to teach. Debate and discuss! Study! Right papers and read them! It's been going on a while! And what happens when you find a subject that's NOT covered?
YOU COVER IT!
It's like if New York was a College. Good fucking luck find the dorms. Sleep on the floor like the rest of us, you casual.
Danny was Not Prepared ™.
He loves it though.
Classes on aeronautics next making the perfect sandwich, shoved next to historical basketry, stacked above alien slam poetry. But only on Tuesdays! Ever shifting. Breaking his Fenton Born Adhd in to a fine PASTE to be smeared upon bread. Happy mental stimulation chemicals go Brrrrrrrr
If it wasn't wildly inappropriate, he would LICK IT to claim it as his then wrap around it and gaurd like a territorial cat. He thought he HATED school! Turns out he just hated high-school. College though? College, or at least ZONE College, is fuckin AWESOME.
He's sit in SO MANY random classes just cause.
Picked up and dropped them at a whim. When they no longer sparked joy. He's been a flighty bitch and for once? No one CARES. No one says "you HAVE to commit and stick with this FOREVER once you choose this" and? It just? It's so FREEING! He's learned so MUCH!
He's probably gonna come back!
Which? Is how a deeply, DEEPLY weird aerospace engineer from supposedly bumfuck NOWHERE, end up working at Wayne Industries. He's.... a lil crazy behind the eyes. Ha ha... CONCERNING ™!
Dude sleeps on the lab floor. Has weirdly spotty knowledge. Can be an unprecedented genius one second and not know who the current president is the next. Doesn't know what DAY it is. Forgets to eat. Tried to make a fusion reactor out of the break room toaster before Sandra from accounting distracted him with pictures of her cat.
It's like he wanders through life blissfully unaware that he is both terrifying and about three seconds from killing them all. Then FUCKING TRIPS because he forgot to tie his shoelaces again.
Who hired this man?
WHY!?
I mean, we KNOW why. Probably to put him on a watch list. But? He's like a terrifying murder puppy! Built like a tank! That's stoned out of its mind half the time. And have you HEARD his college stories? That CAN'T be legal. Was this guy raised in a cult!? Aaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!????
@hdgnj @legitimatesatanspawn @babbling-babull @dcxdpdabbles @hypewinter
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Aspettando la Giornata mondiale (1)
Rassicuratevi: non intendo diventare monotematico, però da qui al 5 marzo mi capiterà di pubblicare qualche articolo come anticipazione della Giornata mondiale della poesia badina. Riproporrò, ad esempio, alcuni contributi che ho ricevuto dal mondo durante le passate edizioni. Quello di oggi è di Simone Savogin, che il 5 marzo 2021 ha interpretato la mia «Acciuga» (da «Barricate!», END…
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#Acciuga#BaDay2023#Barricate!#END Edizioni Non Deperibili#Fondo Verri#Giornata mondiale della poesia badina#Il latte versato#Lecce#Mario Badino#Mesagne#Poesie#Salento Fun Slam#Simone Savogin#World Mario Badino Poetry Day
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﹟ ⠀ ⠀ 𝟎𝟎𝟏 ⠀ . ⠀ ⠀CUP OF COFFEE⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ ❪ ⠀ anxious, overly critical! reader x college! ellie ⠀ ❫
⧽ ── college! ellie who fucks you whenever you're feeling stressed out and vulnerable after a lousy day cause she knows how in your head you get after making one tiny mistake. realization struck too late, and the mistake loomed large, leaving you in a whirlwind of regret. despite comforting words from everyone around you, including your supportive girlfriend, the weight of self-doubt crushes your spirit, making you feel like the ineptest person ever. instead of reassuring you with words you'll probably ignore so you can wallow in self-pity, she'll make sure to kiss up and down your neck, hands gently caressing your frame like you were the most delicate thing created.
your body will readily accept the onslaught of affections, desperate for anything to take your mind off of your racing thoughts. she'll lay you down on the couch, and slowly peel your top off your frame while you whine and moan for her to hurry up. your impatience has little effect on her as she pulls off your pants before moving to pull off her own. if you weren't in sucha dreary mood you would've paid the view more attention. she'll crawl on top of you before finding a place inches above your clit. your fingers instinctively finding her hips in hopes of hurrying this along only for her to grab your hands and pin them down on the couch. each time you tug at her grip, it tightens. never enough to hurt you, but enough to remind you of her hidden strength.
wetness pools between your legs, anticipation building between you until she finally...finally moves. her hips grind down and you finally feel the friction you've been longing for. your first thought is to moan, your own hips bucking at her rhythm. you're a victim to her pace, doing nothing more than taking any kind of pleasure she willingly gives you. your eyes droop, a pleasure buzzing through your body despite the heaviness in your chest. a part of you will demand more. faster. harder. almost akin to a punishment and she'll refuse you. each and every time until all the fight leaves your form.
"y/n" she'll whisper, emerald, green eyes gazing down at you with a gentleness that'll set your skin ablaze as her clit rubs against your own.
"yeah baby?" you gasp out , head lolled to the side in pleasure.
"you're so great."
you'll feel yourself shatter into a million fragments only to meticulously be resembled piece by piece with each soft-spoken word she utters.
PLUTOS WORLD: i have no idea why i can never use present tense whenever i use second pov. it feels like slam poetry rn sj. anyway had a bad day so
TAGLIST: @r3starttt @cyb3rdino @abyssgf @savethegoddamturtles
#* ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ❪ ⠀ mine ⠀ ❫ ⠀ * ⠀ ellie#─── ⠀ 🌺 ⠀ * ⠀ plutos works ⠀ !#ellie x fem reader#ellie x reader#ellie the last of us#ellie williams#ellie tlou#ellie x black!reader
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da vinci
pairing: dacre montgomery x male reader
summary: just the actor fawning over the abundance in your cultural capital.
request: @gayaristocrat YOU ARE THE VISUSLS BBY! thanks sm for your patience, plus the anon who also requested a while back, i hope you enjoy reading as much as i did writing.
notes: happy pride! after FINALLY handing in my art coursework, this is my projection onto the character of the reader. never will i ever pick up another paintbrush - well…also officially finished my exams now so i am a slut for y’all’s requests! flood my inbox (but more importantly my hole) xx
song rec: naomi sharon - definition of love
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dating dacre was nothing short of a dream. he always made you feel so at ease. he loved how creative you were - the perfect match to his inner theatre kid. taking him to fashion exhibitions + poetry slams, and the actor inviting you to theatre shows, seeing the world through each others’ eyes made the time together even more precious. you first met at a ballet show. he had been dragged to see it by a few of his castmates, but was more so enjoying the bts view of you with the dancers. you were backstage fitting all the dancers and making sure they were all comfortable in what you styled. he managed to peek behind the curtain and saw your beautiful, so focused on draping the fabric of the lead’s skirt.
fuck, you were fine.
but he didn’t think much of it, just some cute guy, with beautiful eyes, who probably had a boyfriend. he took his seat and watched it with his friends. one of them was engaged to one of the dancers and so took dacre to the dressing rooms after the show. after introducing the two of you, y’all were practically drooling over each other. barely a word was said between you, but your hearts’ communicated greater feelings than mere speech ever could. they say love at first sight is something for the big screen, but your initial encounter rivalled the biggest stories of romance any writer could ever craft.
from that night, you practically were together, with the tabloids plastering the two of you holding hands, yachting in capri. the pop culture side of twitter was OBSESSED with your relationship to the actor and was in constant awe with how perfect you guys were for each other.
y/nsupremacy: you guys make my heart smile
user111: they’d make such cute babies
dacrefanclub6: sexiest couple on the internet
there was even a time where he had to do a nude scene in an upcoming blockbuster and the whole world saw how much your man was packing. in his press tour, the panel of interviewers didn’t shy away from your bf’s HUGE deal, some even made inappropriate comments.
‘god bless bottoms like y/n, he be taking that shit better than a pornstar’
‘poor y/n, how does that thing even fit?’
‘checks out…big booty bitches y/n deserves to be fucked by hung men.’
dacre was afraid that you would feel uncomfortable with the constant media comments on your thickness, but he had nothing to fear. you embraced it, you were said to have the best bod in fashion. as much as he tried to keep his life with you private, he lowkey wanted to let the world know that how much of a good boy you were for him.
dacre: ‘in all fairness i ain’t had any complaints from him so…’
dacre: ‘but…our neighbours definitely hate us.’ he remarks with a devilish grin.
everyone was rooting for your relationship, and what better way to show this than him enlisting the joint troops of your fandoms to surprise you whilst you were working in paris. he had gotten some time away from filming and decided to come and visit your atelier in paris. sprawled out on your desk, with needles and materials adorning the creative canvas of the room, he saw you hard at work. with the same vein poking through your forehead as the first time he laid eyes on your angelic physique, he could’ve fallen in love all over again.
‘hey babe’ he came up to you with flowers. ‘you look ravishing tonight’ rolling his r’s with a tenacity that made you smile. his tone always made you feel so safe.
‘i ain’t even dressed yet,’ you protest, dusting off the loose threads and sequins from your sweats. ‘you’re beautiful in whatever you wear,’ coming closer and gripping underneath your butt, ‘even prettier with less on.’ dacre quips as his lips tickle your ear.
‘dacre stop,’ you laugh out. ‘that giggle of yours is so infectious.’ he crashes his lips into you, the flowers dropping haphazardly onto the desk as he pushed his tongue deeper.
he was wearing the blazer you had designed for his birthday last year, paired with a pendant necklace with the first initial of your name on it. he looked so sexy. ‘can’t seem to keep my hands off off of you.’ he breathed, nudging his jacket off.
‘nuh uh, we have dinner reservations.’ nudging him away.
‘fuck. why’d you gotta be so damn sexy?’ he sounded aggravated but you pecked him again, ‘don’t worry, i am all yours tonight.’
taking you to the balcony of a quaint, parisian bistro, the chill of the capital’s air made the two of you even more enamoured, your hearts burning passionately. whilst eating, you got some sauce on the corner of your lips, as he pushes it back into your mouth. ‘gotta get you used to the feeling of a foreign object in your mouth before tonight, don’t i?’ dacre always loved being dirty in public and you made sure to satiate his exhibitionist kink.
after many glasses of wine, you made your way to the louvre. with your many contacts you managed to snag an after hours tour - solo. you were much more of a lightweight than your boyfriend (the man could drink like a pirate and be even more chipper than before) and you couldn’t walk in a straight line for more than a few metres. he let you go so he could see your figure and admire it from afar, but as soon as he saw you stumble, dacre’s hand on your waist guided you to safety and sobriety.
y’all ran throughout the museum, finally landing and kissing in front of the mona lisa. it was such a picturesque moment. the taxi ride back to the hotel was such a fever dream, y’all were all over each other, your chauffeur knew well to close the barrier and give you two some alone time.
‘have i ever told you how beautiful you are?’ he says slurring his speech.
‘tell me again…’ you implored.
‘the most beautiful boy in the world.’ he reassured, pulling you in as the city of paris lit up, illuminating your eyes.
you called him an ‘eager beaver’ as dacre stumbled the two of you into the hotel you were staying at. he grunts between kisses,‘you know you love me.’ serving you with another peck. he stripped your clothes as you followed suit with his own, leaving a chasm of fabric in the corner of the room.
only your shared jewellery was left to remove. you fell back seductively onto the mattress. as dacre crawled on top of you with a dark lust growing in his eyes, you pulled him by the pendant around his neck.
the muscular man laid atop of you, placing each hand on the bed at dip of your waist, using his palms as a fulcrum to steady himself. you glanced down to see the light reflecting off his abs as they danced on the curves of your body.
‘you’re so beautiful.’ he whispered, kissing your cheek and cupping your face.
he lifted himself from your figure, grabbing your thighs and placing your feet at either side of his head.
kissing your legs softly ‘so fucking soft.’ he moaned into your skin. his dick was throbbingly red, precum glazing his cock as he slowly thigh fucked you. he folded his arms around your plush knees, and kept that pace, your fingers grazing his cock head each time it escaped the warm walls of your inner thighs. to your annoyance, he kept this up for what felt like forever. halting, you felt his rock length graze your hole.
‘dacre, put it in already!’ you said with overstimulated passion, earning a snicker from your boyfriend.
knowing that you were beginning to grow impatient, he caresses the flesh of your abdomen. ‘look who’s eager now?’ he smirked.
shut up,’ stroking his happy trail with an endearment. you looked up at him and bit your lip. ‘I need you, please.’ his mouth agape at you ‘of course baby.’
he laced his fingers into yours. rocking slowly into you. his huge dick stretching you out slowly as the the dimly lit room made his ash blue eyes appear dark with lust.
‘fuck, have i missed this pussy’ rhetorically muttering. dacre began whispering sweet nothings into your ear:
‘you’re doing so well.’
‘taking it like my good little boy aren’t you?’
he made you so hot. lifting himself onto his toes, he angled himself directly into you, placing his entire weight on you. fucking down into your hole, your boyfriend was hitting nerves that had been neglected in his absence.
your sphincter began tightening around him, dacre knew what this meant - your release would soon follow. he started kissing your neck, and circled your left nipple with his thumb, goading your orgasm out of you as he started drilling a bit faster. dacre chased his own high begging you to finish with him whilst slurring his words.
‘take it, baby it’s all yours. UGHHHHH’ he busted strongly inside you. his big balls slapped at your butt one last time, reassuring both of you that he had seeded you deeply. you came all over his chest, as he chuckled.
‘love it when you paint me, that’s that sexy shit i like.’ he praised giving you an eskimo kiss to calm you from my high.
‘y/n,’ he whispered, big spooning you.
‘what’s wrong baby?’ you sounded concerned, cradling his hand.
‘nothing love, i just,’ he paused hesitantly.
you turned back to face him. ‘what is it? you know you can tell me anything.’
‘I just need you to know how much i missed you,’
‘oh dacre, you already did an amazing job showing me.’ You joke ‘I feel so…enlightened right now.’
he lets out a sad deep chuckle, turning to him and stroking his cheek ‘I missed you too.’
he gripped your waist, taking your words as a source of comfort. pushing his tongue down your throat.
‘ready for round two,’ you say, massaging his dick with your palm, getting him ready.
‘always.’ he affirms, spanking your ass and turning you over. the first round was very much for your pleasure and to let you know that he had truly craved your body.
but seeing your coke bottle body all splayed out for him? it was here that dacre’s beast was awoken.
‘ass up for me baby.’ he said guiding you to a more comfortable position. he massaged your thick cheeks and started eating you out. his large hands looked abysmally small in comparison to how juicy your ass was.
‘I ain’t gonna show you any mercy this time, you know the safe word, but i don’t think we’ll be needing it.’ he muttered, kissing down your spine before impaling you.
‘shitttt dacre, slow down.’
‘shut the fuck up and take that shit like the pretty, little cockwhore you are.’ dacre degraded, knowing how much you loved his dom/aggressive nature almost as much as his softer side.
dacre began going ham on your poor hole. he stood up as he began pulling you into him from the edge of the bed. with one hand crossed against your cheek and the other in his hair, he had to compose himself - else he come to quickly.
he fucked into you at a painfully quick pace, but it felt so good having him take control. dacre slutted you out almost unconscious for a bit and you were brought back to earth as he hit your second hole.
‘fuck baby,’ ‘I will never get tired of that ass.’ he said watching your thickness bounce against his abs. you started becoming more active, pushing back onto him for a heightened pleasure.
‘shake it for daddy, theeeere ya go, that’s MY shit baby. FUUUUUUUCK.’
‘oh god, your dick is so good, dacre.’ you moan out , which is enough to send him over the edge.
he came as your ass halted at his base. tightenibg around him he started breathing falteringly. ‘baby d-don’t do that, shiiiiit.’ he started leaking like a faucet. trying to thrust inside with some rhythm (to no avail), he collapsed on top of you.
‘I love you so much.’ you say breathlessly.
‘the feeling is so mutual babe.’ he kissed into your skin.
‘y/n, you’re so fucking wet,’ he spoke under his breath. still inside that filled pussy of yours, his cum and your slick provided a juicy lubricant. as he pulled out, the cum oozing out of your wrecked hole pooled into his pubes and on the duvet cover. the two of you were completely oblivious to the mess, and cuddled in the filth you’d created - a filth you were looking forward to adding to in the morning.
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