╱ my dog is terminal so i’ve been spending time away from here to spend time with her and take care of her. popping in to let y’all know i’m not ignoring anyone, life is just lifing. be back eventually ❤️
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I LOVE YOU AS A FIST LOVES THE BROKEN RIB, AS THE LUNGS LOVE THE CHASE, AS THE FINGER AND THE NAIL LOVE THE GOUGE AND TEAR. I LOVE YOU AS THE TEETH LOVE THE TENDON, AND THE TENDON THE BRUISE, I LOVE YOU AS ADRENALINE LOVES THE POUNDING IN YOUR EARS.
╱ finally free from academic hell. kindly asking everyone to wake up and feed the taivanlottienat monster that lives within me ❤️
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𝓈𝗍͟𝖺͟𝗋͟𝗍͟𝖾͟𝗋 ᴄᴀʟʟ. †
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shuddering breath ﹠ the ache of a longing lain dormant for nearly three decades. he was right about fire———every touch causing flames to lick ever—higher, leaving little choice but to sink into its delicious agony. can’t »
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« help but smile when his confession reaches her. hasn’t it been clear since the moment the red string of fate tugged her across his store’s threshold?
“you have it.” mind, body, and soul, she nuzzles his cheek, hand pressed »
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i know i am not good for you, but please let me be selfish enough to have you.
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her thread begins unravelling, just a little, the second he touches her. she nods, so close he can better feel her than see her, as she brushes her lips along his jaw.
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hips slowly press against his, driving him back into the kitchen counter just enough to bite. lips brush along his jaw, mouth close enough for him to hear the way her breath catches and trembles.
"i want you to tell me."
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"now who's the one speaking in riddles? y'know, if this is a ploy to get me to shut you up... 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨." he might be unwilling to cross the line, but she is. bodies melded together, breath shared.
"please tell »
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"is that what you're callin' it these days?" gaze meets his, some mixture between guarded and giving, still unsure if there's anything that might send him packing.
"but. if you're serious... that's not anything i've ever doubted."
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"i'm testing you? and what is it that i'm testing?" a mixture of curiosity and entertained, she finally closes what little distance remains between them, pressing into him now, too.
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"oh, now i've been playing with 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, have i?" fingers rake through fiery hair as soft as silk.
"i think i've been on awfully good behavior. actually.
you disagree?"
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"mh, what, i have to initiate all affection just because i'm the top? how 𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘰," teases, lingering at the corner of his mouth.
"when did getting drunk and handsy start sounding like a trick question?"
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"oooookay, dr. seuss. since when did you start speaking exclusively in riddles?" lips pursed, she ambles over to close the distance at his insistence, eyes twinkling with affection.
"hi."
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heart aches to close the distance, but she refrains——self—denial's pleasure bleeding into desire so deeply she can barely tell the difference, anymore.
"now who said anything about bad decisions?"
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