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Imagine: a werewolf bf who holds out from having sex with you because he’s embarrassed of having a small cock. (Or at least what he considers small compared to other werewolves)

Through lots of reassurance, he finally builds up the confidence to show you his leaky cock, already swollen and hard for you.

Your eyes get big at the sight, considering it’s huge by human standards. But he thinks you’re surprised by how “small” he is and starts to get nervous and whiny.

His huge clawed paws reach down to cover his aching length, only for your own soft hands to stop him. You grasp his cock, hand not even able to close around his girth. Immediately he cries out at the sensation, bucking his hips into your hand and begging for more.

When he finally coaxes you onto his lap, he has to force himself not to snap his hips into you at the first brush of your soaked pussy against his painfully hard cock.

Once you begin to sink down on him, he tosses his head back and mumbles out a growl about how tight you are. Meanwhile you’re struggling to take all of him, his cock is bullying its way into your cunt as you press your hips down.

In a moment of weakness in his restraint, werewolf bf grasps your hips and slams you the rest of the way down with a howl.

You cry out in pain and pleasure as his fat cock is now pressing impossibly deep, nestled right against your cervix. He’s a mess of whines and growls, he can’t handle the pulsing grip of your pussy. He tips his muzzle down to lick your neck as an apology for his roughness.

He apologizes for his “small” size, meanwhile you’re brain dead on his thick cock pressing against your g-spot. He notices this and chuckles at you,

“Aw, maybe not so small after all? Is it too big darling?”

Instead of answering, you press your hips down firmly and his knot pushes into your stuffed pussy, eliciting a deep growl from his chest.

He drools slightly as he grinds his hips up to meet yours until he’s shooting thick hot cum right against your cervix. His cum filling you even more triggers your own release and you moan and cry as you cum on his pulsing knot.

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festering youth

sometimes there is no cure for the ache but to let it fester

like slivers wedged into the palms of my youth

but I have never been good at leaving a scab to heal, picking and poking incessantly, digging out splinters with tweezers and a knife

my emotions are no different, nothing more than wounds to poke at until they bleed

by Brie Thomson

#poetry #original poetry #published poet #poets on tumblr #original poem #my writing #my poetry #poems about life #poems about pain #growing up #poems about growing up #the tortured poets department #if youre reading this i love you

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honeyednotes · 3 months

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Un Breakable

all told, this heartbreak is merely a grain of sand in comparison to those that have come before it

but yours was the last drop of a seemingly indestructible object and boy did I shatter

I knew it was coming, that my next fumble would be catastrophic, but I didn't expect to have to pick up the pieces on my own

I thought we were bound together by fate, other halves to each other's wholes but I was too hasty it seems, too willing to believe a zing could mean anything outside of the fiction that birthed it

at least relaying the walls around my heart will not take long: it seems I removed the first brick only yesterday, but that one hole was big enough to pierce me

I guess love really does hurt

by Brie Thomson

#poetry #my poetry #my writing #original poetry #poets on tumblr #poems about heartbreak #poems about pain #poems about life #heartbreak #heart been broke so many times #if youre going through something rn just know youre not alone💕#if youre reading this i love you

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honeyednotes · 3 months

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honeyednotes · 3 months

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Winter's Giant

deep in the days of winter's cold, there comes one out of slumbers old

his footsteps bring hoarfrost, his breath is of ice

were you to stumble upon his footprints, you would be confounded by their size

but they are quickly filled in,

by a blanket of snow

as if to tuck in,

the live earth below

his head reaches the sky, hair shaking the clouds,

causing small flakes to fall down and form into mounds

whole cities, whole countries, covered in this white stuff

and we laugh and we play in the giant's dandruff

by Brie Thomson

#my poetry #my writing #original poetry #poems about nature #fantasy #fantasy poetry #magical world #magical realism #silly poetry #silly poem #sillyposting #silly goofy mood #i dunno #i think its kinda cute and it has a fun rhyme scheme #i know its vvvvv different from my normal work lol #but sometimes i wanna write something lighter:-)#poetry #if youre reading this i love you

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honeyednotes · 3 months

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Untitled

to me, the act of writing a poem is quite the same as uncovering a fossil

at first, you stub your toe on a feeling or a concept, but as soon as you dig a little deeper you find that it is so much larger than you could have ever imagined

it is bigger than you

bigger than your paltry little words can describe at first

so you keep digging, pulling out vertebrae and femurs until it comes to a head and you are able to name the feeling that has been nagging you all this time,

even if the name is only Untitled

by Brie Thomson

#my poetry #my writing #poets on tumblr #original poetry #this one goes out to my friend who said “untitled” (of which i have a dozen or so in my book) was their favourite when i asked lol #poetry #published poet #published writer #if youre reading this i love you

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honeyednotes · 3 months

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Growth: Weight

even the tiniest seedling can do so much good for it's ecosystem if allowed to mature

we all start out smaller than nothing, so miniscule that we may only be made out by microscopes

only time permits us to grow, gradually pulling us from the earth inch by inch until we reach our peak and begin to collapse back into her, where she recycles our stardust for tomorrow's sentience

but there was a time before even the stone beneath our feet existed, when the building blocks required for life were naught but a feverish dream

and from this foundation we have built ourselves out of the dirt, built ourselves to "luxury" and opulence

by this society's standards I am too big, as if being fat is a forest fire I could never quite contain

tell that to the earth: she has never crumbled beneath my feet

my step has never shifted tectonic plates, I am but a single bacterium upon her our blighted hoast

she has always held my full weight, given me space to roam without judgement

so while I am here, in the interim of insignificance, I shall take up as much space as I can without stepping on others

by Brie Thomson

#poetry #my writing #my poetry #poets on tumblr #published poet #nature poetry #naturecore #postmodern poetry #poems about life #body acceptance #body posititivity #body positive poetry #scientific poetry #poems about society #short poem #original poem #original poetry #if youre reading this i love you

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honeyednotes · 7 months

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Moth Faith

have you ever wondered what makes the moth flock so frantically to the flame?

why they turn from majestic meandering to frenzied flight once the streetlights begin to ignite?

perhaps they see constellations we are overlooking

during the day they worship the sun, but at night, when the stars emerge, they congregate around the ones they can reach

self flagellating by flying erratically into walls, still apologizing for their original sin

their Icarus

#poetry #my poetry #my writing #poets on tumblr #poetsandwriters #published poet #published writer #writers and poets #queer poets on tumblr #poems about nature #moths #nature poetry #original poetry #original poem #poem #poetic #if youre reading this i love you

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honeyednotes · 8 months

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Numb

I only feel normal for a couple hours a day lately

always deep in the evening, while the world slumbers around me

I feel fuzzy in the mornings, as if someone has erased my edges and I am seeping out into the atmosphere

my stomach pretends it has never known food, objecting to even the thought of water until it is so hungry it aches, pangs radiating as if the dawning nausea of emptiness is my fault, and I spend the rest of the afternoon chasing white rabbits, hoping they will share their wisdom

I don't know when I stopped feeling like myself, when the greyscale replaced my rainbows, but I see the difference

someone has turned me black and white and I didn't notice until now

I eat my dinner and sit in silence, wondering how long of eating one meal a day will either kill me or make me pretty

or if anyone would notice either way

by Brie Thomson

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honeyednotes · 8 months

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Plastic Anxiety

I do not know why but this anxiety clings to my chest like shrink wrap, caging my lungs so they may only breathe so deeply

someone must have packaged me up in my sleep, stamped me for some unknown destination

I am boxed in like a doll, stiff joints filled with microplastics and a head full of air, as if I am just waiting for someone to pick me up, fill me with their imagination until I become a person again

but I am buried in deep mud, at least that is how forming thoughts these days feels, like I have been paddling for ages but never seem to get anywhere

I am trapped in this muck with a devil that has burrowed it's way into my spine, whispering lies into the back of my head

and I know they are untrue, but she uses my own voice, and like baiting a fish with a worm I always begin to fall for it, and the hook skewers through my lip. the pain revives me from my self loathing, but there I lay, beached

by Brie Thomson

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honeyednotes · 8 months

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As You Wish

I think I fell in love with you the first time you quoted the Princess Bride to me

we had known each other less than an hour but I could not help it

I have never felt such immediate closeness with someone as when they bring the lines of my favourite movie off of the screen

as if I am being swaddled by a blanket woven from words so familiar to my ears that I think I will know buttercup long after I have forgotten my own name

and suddenly my world became a little brighter, as if you are a small yellow flower nestled beneath my chin in the sunshine

perhaps the ache in my back is merely phantom limb, my body remembering before we were twain by jealous gods, forced to roam searching

I like to think we have met before, in our past lives we held each other as we do now, different eyes gazing upon different faces, leading different lives, but our love was the same

sweet and gentle, like falling maple leaves dancing together in the autumn sun

your soul feels so familiar to me, like you are what I have been missing, like the last piece of my puzzle: my picture was whole before, but now it is perfect

by Brie Thomson

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honeyednotes · 8 months

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you have no idea of the hells I have walked through to be standing here in front of you

I did not want to burden you with my scars, old and faded like a line on a dusty chalkboard, but they still cause me so much pain

when they flare up, coping mechanisms slip in unnoticed, until I realize that I have been three feet behind my body for days

I force back into myself, like fitting a glass slipper on an ugly stepsister, but it doesn't take long to remember why I left

anxieties accost me from all angles until I reopen the door and sneak back out, overwhelmed, and the cycle repeats itself

by Brie Thomson

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honeyednotes · 8 months

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Waiting

the clicking trill of a bush cricket sounds against the night like a car alarm, loud and insistent, waiting for someone to notice and turn him off

but his calls go straight to voicemail everytime, no matter how much he rings

so he hangs up and tries again, permitting a few moments of silence while he redials the only number he knows

the shrill dial tone picks up where it left off, deafening in it's proximity as he calls out again into the night

waiting

by Brie Thomson

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honeyednotes · 8 months

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my coffee tastes like you

not

literally

but it tastes like the last time that you were here and I could force myself out of bed to make it

before you got sick

it is bitter but too sweet, and the taste of plastic leeches from the cup up the straw alongside stove-burnt caffeine

all that has changed is the milk, and that you are not here to sit by my side while I drink it

by Brie Thomson

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honeyednotes · 8 months

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Reckoning

I step outside into the campfire to double or nothing the damage to my lungs

I know I should take better care of them, lay off of my pipe, but as the valley burns around me, billowing black smoke like a beast come for the killing blow, I cannot find it in me to care

this timeline is our reckoning, as if humanity is debris in a great pool and we are being filtered out by the nets of disease and famine, and catastrophe

every year the fires get closer, disaster becomes less and less avoidable

no longer are these things that happen to 'other people', nature cares not about our petty divisions of class or race

nature sees an infestation, a horribly resilient virus that is trying to slowly kill her

and why shouldn't she fight back? what is a fever but turning up the heat? she will smoke us out one way or another

by Brie Thomson

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