花粉が落ち着いてきた
多分。8月9月は鼻と上顎辺りがムズムズしてズビズビだった
目は痒くなかったけど
今月入ったくらいからかな?それが落ち着いた
病院行こうかと思ってたけどとりあえずスルー。米の収穫?が終わったのかイネ系を怪しんでいる。
引越しまであと2週間くらいか、、やばば
今の部屋と今の心境を動画に収めておこう。不安だけど彼の方が不安だろう。
自立しなきゃ。
ベランダの片付けは半分くらい終わったかな〜いや4割くらい?
あとカーペット洗浄して干してってやりたい。棚を解体してキッチン系を詰める。
あー動き続ける大切さは分かるが変わらない安心感を求めてしまう
明日も色々やろう!
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〈 drool — ethan landry
warnings; dirty talk, unprotected sex, breeding kink, manhandling.
tl; @normsdaughter-alt @nellmademacandcheese @f4yerite @skyesthebomb @love4ldr @slut4drudy @certified-stargirl @thievin-stealing
a/n; happy kinktober! enjoy babes xx
his hands are calloused and rough, harsh from hours spent in the gym, benching weights nearly twice your size, now put to use holding your hips in place as he pumps smoothly in and out of you. your lips bitten, open in a wide and seemingly permanent state of awe, lashes clumped together from the tears and mascara running in streaks down your blushing face. he grunts, smiling menacingly above you, hovering above your face as he spits another empty insult. “can’t take it baby? not a good enough fucking whore.” you clench at his words, gasping to find a reply.
shaking your head furiously, you rebuttal “i can, and i god damn am.” you clench your teeth, supporting yourself on your forearms, catching his mouth in a swift kiss. he pulls back just as quick as you lean in, frowning down at you, thrusting in so hard you double over, already unsteady breath turning labored.
“you want it, baby? want this fat cock deep inside huh?” he whispers in your ear, and you slump into his neck, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. he knows you can’t answer, relishing in the glory of turning you to a mess like this. one only he gets to see.
your insides are turning into pure heat, a stinging pain aching in your thighs from the clenching multiple orgasms has caused, so you nod “please ethan baby, wan’it so bad” you cry out. you can feel the vibration in his chest against your cheek, laughter jabbing at your pride, but the lust curling around your consciousness is far more powerful right now.
“nuh uh, tell me what you want” he tuts at you. fingers curling in the damp hair at the nape of your neck yanking you away from his embrace harshly, back hitting the mattress with a thump. his thrusts come to a complete stop, and his hands wrap around the backs of your thighs, spreading your legs open as wide as he can.
your bed creaks beneath your bodies as he shifts forward, cock pressing so deep you swear it moves your insides, swollen head pressing to your cervix, bulging the sweaty skin.
“fill me fucking full baby, want your kids in me” your head lulls to the side, eyes fluttering, heavy with exhaustion, threatening to close the longer he waits. you can feel him twitch inside of you though, pulsating enough to keep you somewhat conscious.
he chuckles, something so sinister beneath the warming noise. then he rolls his hips just enough to make you squirm, not fully giving in.
“eth please, i can’t anymore, just can’t do it anymore” your voice is heavy and raspy, wheezing in between your words as you try and look at him. curly hair matted to his forehead, veins bulging at his neck and down his arms. he definitely doesn’t look like the kind of guy that fucks you to blackout. but you don’t know anything you figure.
he hums, thoughtfully taking in your final plea before he picks the pace up once again, the orgasm you’ve been chasing finally seeming to creep over the edge.
“gonna fuck a baby into this” he grunts, one hand coming to press over your abdomen, thumb stretching down to pull the hood of your clit up, before he lets a glob of spit collect and drop to the swollen bud. you preen, burying the side of your face in your sheets, letting your mouth hang open as your back arches off the mattress.
his hand stays there when you cum, strength enough to trap your hips to the bed, legs quaking in the air, pleas and crys spilling involuntarily from your lips. he’s smiling, even if you can’t see it, he enjoys the way you writhe and shake.
biting his bottom lip he leans back just enough to watch your pussy as he lets go, whines of his own buried in his throat as his cock paints your gummy walls, pussy squelching around the base, globs of his cum and your wetness seeping out, covering his balls and staining your sheets, endless as he just keeps on cumming, filling you so full it becomes uncomfortable, and he has to pull out to just the tip, making sure most of it stays in.
leaning down, he cups your jaw, turning your head to look at him. your eyelids flutter open, a hiccup following, your chest bumping his with the force “you good baby?” he coos pressing a chaste kiss to your swollen mouth, licking up the spit that seeps from the corner, eyes quickly glancing to the side of your head before he snicker. “you drooled.”
you hum half heartedly, hiccuping again when he lets go of your jaw and your head bounces against the mattress softly “sleep” is all you can muster, but ethan knows what you really mean is shut up.
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The amount of leftists who can't tell the difference between
"You should recycle, but it's not going to stop impeding climate doom"
and
"You shouldn't recycle because it's not your fault the planet is imploding"
is baffling. Like, you're allowed to be mad about greenwashing while still trying to live as sustainably as possible. Buying glassware instead of plasticware isn't gonna stop the planet from falling apart, but it's certainly better than saying "ah fuck it" and supporting the production and landfilling of plastic waste. Even if it's just by a tiny, individual's amount, it's still better than doing nothing. This "all or nothing" mentality that these people claim is tearing apart American politics is quite literally at the heart of their entire belief system.
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