Maybe when Spamton said "boysengirls" he was addressing any girls who happened to be boysenberries
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Have a treat. Seeing as I'm working on a larger project I thought I'd throw something quick and sweet together for ya. A little snack to hold y'all over until 8/8
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"Y'know... I never thought I'd like this. I didn't know what to think when you asked me to literally eat you. But you said you trusted me and that you wanted it, I couldn't say no to you.
And next thing I knew, you were sliding down my gullet, I'll admit, when I swallowed, I almost gagged. I wasn't sure if I wanted to really do this, I was a little nervous. But you had complete faith in me, and I trusted your judgement.
I felt you drop into my stomach, and my worries started to melt away. I could make out your every move in there. Every shift, squirm or footstep, I could feel it so clearly. It felt oddly comforting. To hold you so close to me. To give you a space free of worry or responsibility. It was a warm feeling. Both to my belly, and my soul.
I was and, to be fair, am still amazed you trust me to do something like this. I know we're good friends but this is a new level. To trust me enough to hold your whole being in such a dangerous but close place. To trust that you would be safe, tucked away in my middle, away from the rest of the world.
It must be nice for you too. Comfy and close to me. A warm and cozy space. I wish I could experience it too.
But I'm happy to just be the one to have you whisked away inside me. I wish this feeling could last forever, but alas, all good things must come to an end. I can't keep you trapped in there forever. But when I let you out, I only wish you ask to do this again soon.
But until then, you're in there, just a thin layer of flesh away, safe and happy, and so am I."
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me when the random sharp pain in my chest lasts a bit longer than it usually does
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There doesn't seem to be a point anymore. Everyone's got other friends. Everyone's got someone else. I'm not important. I'm not missed. I'm not needed around. It doesn't make a difference if I'm there or not. I wish I could disappear.
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me when characters fail and struggle to communicate with each other in a way that is internally consistent and provides insight into their individual perspectives
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simon definitely scares you with his large figure at random times at 3am when you're grabbing water.
he'll just he sat there, sipping on his tea that doesn't look much like black tea despite what he'd said. milky and sugary, nothing like the hardened lieutenant who was bitter cold.
“simon.. what are you doing?” you question, rubbing your eyes.
“me? what are you doing? it's 3am, thought your lazyass would be asleep.”
“is that tea? at 3am? with sugar and milk...? simon, you said you liked bla–”
“go to bed, love, you're hallucinating..”
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I want you to chose me. I want to relax. if it didn't feel like a competition I could breathe. maybe I wouldn't feel as crazy if I knew you were choosing me. but it feels like you're choosing her.
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