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(Please, Go)
the last time we
slept together,
after you broke
my heart,
i can't forget
the way you
looked at me.
they way you
told me not
to stay,
in the
kindest way.
"i don't want to
tell you to go..."
but I'm a writer,
i read between
every letter,
and i knew
what you meant.
~kairos 💛
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bloodintoink-blog · 1 year
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nerdyenby · 5 months
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Sorry, your boyfriend got reincarnated. Yeah, he doesn’t remember that time you murdered him with your bare hands. He doesn’t know how much you love him. He doesn’t know that you’ve killed for him. He doesn’t know that you’ve killed him. He doesn’t know it’ll happen again. As he takes your hand and your heart, and you laugh from atop an animal the two of you ride together, he doesn’t know you’ve been here before. He doesn’t know it’ll happen again.
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orpheuslament · 2 months
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Ode to the Airport, Dante Émile
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luvit · 1 month
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Philip with a wifey that calls him commander teasingly, but he's immediately turned on.
(fem!reader, mdni 18+)
i mean, what is graves to do if not acknowledge that title he's so rightfully earned? just be careful because every now and then he does need to exert his authority ;)
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"commander, hm?"
you can't even keep up with the brutal thrusts of his hips as he pins you against the wall, leaving you nowhere to run or hide with the way he fucks into you. your hands try to push you off the wall so your face doesn't get smushed against it, your husband too impatient to take you to the bedroom or set you on the nearby couch. you'd even take the coffee table but graves just had to have you. now.
"phil, baby," you huff out a moan. "you're fuckin' me into a wall."
"why you complainin'?" he grits out while pulling your hips back a little more. that way he has a better angle to fucking his dick against you and watching the way your ass moves with every rough slam of his hips. "treat your commander with some respect."
you groan at the way his cock plunges deeper into you. you kind of regret trying to tease him earlier, cheekily calling him commander when he asked you to do a favor. well, you also happened to give him a flirty tone and kiss on the cheek and rubbing his chest while saying it.
"feel like m'gonna fall," you whine out. he chuckles and kneads at your thighs, keeping pace with ease.
"you want me to stop?"
you bang your forehead against the wall in some sort of silent plea to any higher power listening to you, begging them to give you the strength to say yes. to give you a break so you don't end up falling to your knees and chanting out. it seems the higher power you're calling out to is your ruthless man of a husband while he fucks you dumb against your living room wall.
"make me cum, please." you're almost ashamed to admit it but graves lets out a single huff of a laugh. he turns you around so your back is pressed flush against the wall. a more comfortable position than earlier, you'll take it.
"if you want me to make you cum, you gotta address me right," he smirks at you while tapping the head of his dick against your entrance teasingly. "c'mon, wifey. you're not exempt from properly addressing me."
you bite your lip as he takes one of your legs to wrap around his hip. wrapping your arms around his neck to give you one last bit of support, you let out a defeated sigh. "need your cock, commander. can't cum without it."
"mmm, that's what i like to hear." he slides his cock back inside with ease. there are slow pumps of his dick while he sets his face near yours. every now and then he pants against your mouth because of the way you feel wrapped around his cock. you clench around him and his breathing stutters. "yeah? you like that?"
"fuck me like you mean it, commander," you bite out, too needy from the slow drags of his cock inside you.
"my girl's got some bite on her," he chuckles. but he speeds up just like you want, makes sure to fuck you harder like you need. graves doesn't chide you, not able to hold back much longer himself. you'd be the only one able to talk like this to him anyways.
"fuck," you grit out and hang your head to watch the way his dick slides in and out. it's clearer to hear those sticky sounds at this angle, too. "fuck, you're gonna make me cum."
he brings a hand to slap against your ass. his reward is the tight squeeze you give his cock while he grinds his hips into you. "atta girl. can feel you squeezin' down on me so nicely. give it to me. cum for your commander. that's an order."
that's what sends you over. not the command itself but the tone of his voice. raw, unrestrained desire to have you cumming. like it's an carnal need to see you lose control on his cock. a shudder courses through you and your hips jerk against his while he keeps thrusting into you.
"that's it. let it out," graves groans out. he milks out the rest of your orgasm and slowly pulls out. he hasn't cum yet, still rock hard and his cock shines from your juices.
"why are you..." you tiredly trail off and find yourself getting dragged to the couch. it's a welcome feeling for your poor legs. but your face is getting pressed into yet another surface, albeit a much softer one this time.
"wanna feel you cum one more time. can you do that for me?" you whine but still manage to find it in yourself to arch your ass up for him. "c'mon, baby girl. cum on your commander's cock."
oh, you don't even know how much you're in for it with your commander. you've opened a whole new can of worms and need to deal with the consequences. the very long, very hard consequences.
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do not edit or reupload my works elsewhere (reblogs welcome!)
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purgaytorysupremacy · 5 months
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“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.”
Sade Andria Zabala, Coffee and Cigarettes
Dean edition
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grendel-menz · 2 years
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the leftovers will taste great tomorrow! 
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lessonsdrowning · 7 months
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roman roy × my poetry
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a tweet ! (2023) - @/bobby on twitter
“’ohhhh boo hoo im unfulfilled in life i dont know what to do’ literally just have a baby. teeth”
submitted by @ladylarco
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a-lonely-tatertot · 2 years
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Being a younger sibling is like I've never known a life without you. Ive watched every fight you've ever had and I learned how to lie better from you. You went from next door to down the hall to down stairs are you trying to get away from me? I used to know your favorite songs because they were mine too. You said before Im just like you but I'm a blurry picture and you're painted in neon colors. You wanted to be an engineer and loved space so I made up metaphors about the sun and the moon. i never see you anymore and ive almost asked "Do you want to hang out?" so many times but I've never said it. i stayed up til one am on so many school nights just so i could hear about your day under the guise of eating the ice cream you'd bring home. you live down stairs but youre worlds away from me. Ive stood outside your door too many times to count and ill show you my stuff because I will never not want your praise. I want to know you like everyone else does, like everyone else thinks I do when they ask me how you are. I forget you got a hair cut because I haven't seen you since it was long. lets go get food and talk about mom and dad. can I hear about your day? Can I tell you about mine? I wont go to family events without you there because you know how to make them laugh better than i do. I'm so proud of every band you've been in but you'll never know. You say I cuss too much but we both know i got it from you. I love you. I don't know if I can ever tell you that I do. Are you home tonight? Dinners ready, but you're not here to have it.
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stellarsightz · 5 months
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you devote yourself to Him / live, breathe, sleep, exist for Him and yet, / He stays silent.
i am so so so normal about him i promise 👍
ft. lines from a poem i wrote; alt versions under the cut
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clouds are from Jacob van Ruisadel's paintings -> A view of Amsterdam (c. 1665 - 1670), Road through Fields of Corn near the Zuider Zee (c. 1660 - 1662) and A Haarlempje: View of Haarlem with Bleaching Fields
and my silly poem <3 i dont write poems very often, so forgive me if it's a bit rough around the edges
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who else up feeling the ache of their soul softly cracking neath the weight of sorrow from a lifetime of regrets
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rusquared · 11 months
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3am orv brainrot
[Orv Poetry Series: Missed Time by Ha Jin]
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iknowitwontwork · 9 days
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wrote another one hehe<3
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decisions-at-3am · 12 days
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How lucky I am to exist In this universe, next to you. Surely I wouldn't be so lucky In my other lives too.
With absolute certainty, You tell me that's not true. 'As long as we're both alive, I will gravitate to you.'
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om-is-ok · 27 days
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Jakdi hui hai in mein meri saari kainaat
Jo dekhne mein narm hai teri kalaaiyyan.
-Ahmad Nadeem Qasim
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