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cooki3face · 1 year

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I think I saw something earlier or last night that said that men who refuse to grow up will find women who suit their lifestyles and the mental age in which they would like to be instead of growing up, learning to be a man, learning to fulfill his role he’d rather not do the inner work and stick to a constant who will allow him to be immature and will enable him. There are so many situations (especially those I’ve seen first hand) where a man will act out, will mistreat a woman in his life, and often times his dream girl as well, and fumble that girl/woman and not be able to find what it is that he desires on a deeper level any longer or for a really long time. I’ve also seen in other instances men acting out and the women in their lives being hurt by them and mistreated by them and not being able to put their foot down and not settle for his behavior and that further agitates the situation and creates so many delays. I talked about something like this a really long time ago “men will be with/choose who they feel suits their lifestyle best” this doesn’t even always have to do with the physical manifestation of one’s lifestyle either (quality of life, hobbies, passions, or career choices and aspirations) this can greatly have to do with emotional shortcomings, bad behaviors, bad habits, unhealed aspects of one’s mind and inner self, etc.

He wants to lie, be deceptive, mistreat women in his life you may see him cling to someone whom he perceives to be or IS emotionally immature, someone who cannot hold him accountable without holding herself accountable for her lack of healing, shortcomings, habits/behaviors. Someone who struggles with a lack of self worth, self respect, perhaps someone who has people pleasing habits, who may not be capable of putting herself first or leaving in an effective way.

After all, we all embody the energy that we most often attract and as people we mirror each other and are attracted to one another through energetic frequencies. This is why we find we often come across people, friends, romantic relationships, sexual relationships or connections with others that cause deep and profound inner purging or emotional distress. Many of us have unhealed aspects and there are plenty of others whose issues cast light on our own. Those who choose to learn to be better and live a life that requires expansion and growth will learn and those who do not will remain in a space of stagnancy or create delays for oneself.

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pharawee · 10 months

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Mon, Thames and Thames' complete disregard for personal space (even in Mon's fantasies).

#low frequency #low frequency the series #ping guntapat #guitar sarin #lowfrequencyedit #thai bl #thai drama #bl drama #bl series #my edits.#mon dreamed this into existence #so he can't complain lmao #i'm enjoying this so far #the body language of the two leads is so energetic and in sync

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auadhdwildcards · 7 months

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What my engineering degree feels like atm:

Me: Hey! mom (our professor) said its my turn to play with the electrical grid !

My classmate: have you even calculated power output with all these light bulbs? Have you figured out the phase diference of the alternative current?

Me: yes (no)

#engineering will do that to you #engineering #alternative current #energetic components #circuits #i though i had seen my last circuit in high school #i did not #now i need to know fase variants and draw sinusoidal frequencies #i hate it thanks #life

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s0lsticebirdy · 1 year

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#noise #im also playing TWEWY so noise is a A Topic it seems #white noise #DOR #orgone energy #energetic war #frequency war #analog war #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #michael milligram #killjoys #my chemical romance #trans am #twilight #sunset #desert #i

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kickass-2022-bella · 2 years

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Girl Gang lollypop500joules millionaire billionaire trillionaire septillionaire girlpower love it kickass awesomeness goddess you ♥

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charliefooks · 7 months

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I'm very interested in the 'etheric' body

"Though presented metaphorically for thousands of years in Eastern esoteric traditions, the pioneering research of Burr (1972) has measured this energetic field as electromagnetic energy. He calls this the life field or L-field (Burr, 1972, p. 12). Another facet of this theory notes that the etheric field is not completely separated from the energy system within the physical body (Gerber, 1988). Several systems from different cultures exist that link the etheric body with the internal energy system. One such system is the acupuncture meridian system developed in ancient China. Acupuncture points on the human body are points along an unseen energy network running deeply throughout the body (Gerber, 1988, p. 121). Another system for this energetic link is found in Indian yogic literature and involves chakras..."

EXCERPT FROM: An Overview of Sound Healing Practices: Implications for the Profession of Music Therapy

Music Therapy Perspectives, Volume 14, Issue 1, 1996, Pages 21–29, https://doi.org/10.1093/mtp/14.1.21

#etheric #field #energy #energetic #electromagnetic #human #force #sound #therapy #resonance #frequency

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mentagenesis · 7 months

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Daydream Believer.

by Daniel Wolfert. How much time have you spent daydreaming today? This might seem like a strange question to you if the world you live in is full of distractions and obligations that require you to concentrate your attention on the physical realm and the necessities thereof. In fact, you might feel a bit angry at the suggestion that an adult should spend their time daydreaming when there are so…

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safesthavenoutsideofexistence · 8 months

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#just by posting this it energetically links me to the frequency of the unrivaled fame of the beatles

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cooki3face · 1 year

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Usually if you ask people what they want in life the answer is to be happy. Sometimes the answer of “to be happy” presents itself in different ways. “I’d like more money.” “I’d like to be loved.” “I’d like to be respected.” “I’d like to be smart.” Etc etc.

All of these things are just things without the feeling of satisfaction that comes with their existence or the feeling of satisfaction and the worth we give them ourselves with our own mind. The key to living a good life and a happy life and to manifesting all the things you’d like to achieve within this life time is put yourself on the same height pedestal as you do these things that you desire. A lot of the times, what keeps us from getting the things we desire is not feeling as though we deserve them. Not feeling as though we’ve earned them or like those things won’t make space for us even if we wanted them no matter how bad. Putting yourself on the energetic wave length. Putting yourself on the pedestal as well. Putting yourself in alignment with your desires and your dreams and your aspirations.

In simpler terms. Be the energy you want to receive. Put yourself in and on the energetic frequency of what you want to receive. Curate the energy of what you want to receive within yourself and all other things will follow.

“Where I go, good things follow.”

#manifestation #self love #self care #self improvement #self discovery #self expression #healingjourney #self healing #divine feminine #divine masculine #energetic frequencies

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tinkerotr · 1 year

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I’ve been thinking about some words from Ralph Waldo Emerson while gathering some material on natural theory for a project.

“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”

I want to say there is room for “bad” interpretations, but what it mostly strikes in me is this thought:

“Is my laying of eyes on a path enough to leave an energetically perceivable trail, a field even, behind? What is my right to change the course of nature if only to leave a trace behind? What kind of trace am I interested in leaving behind, for I realize part of the plight of humanity is our inherent part of nature, therefore our inherent ability to change the course of nature?”

I’m planning on going back over some notes I took on eco-poetry to bridge the sense of the spoken word with the visual execution of it, to continue on this thought of human nature and the nuance and duality of what’s natural and “unnatural.” Then I think I’ll look into fractal imagery to soothe my senses a little over the overwhelming feeling of alienation that comes after gaining too much self-awareness of our ant-like-occupation-of-place in Space. Research plan subject to change, of course, but accountability must start somewhere!

#ralph waldo emerson #nature #ecopoetry #romantic movement #transcendentalism #fractal #mandelbrot #perception #frequency #energy field #energetic field #research

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aspaceinthecosmos · 10 months

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hello! i've got some GROUNDBREAKING space news for you!

scientists have uncovered evidence for a gravitational wave background (GWB) in our universe, and the way they went about it is fascinating.

To fully understand what's going on here, we need to go into a bit of background information.

First of all: what are gravitational waves? gravitational waves are often called 'ripples' in spacetime, often caused by extremely energetic processes such as black holes colliding, or two neutron stars orbiting each other closely.

So, how did scientists figure this out? They used 67 pulsars (known as the Pulsar Timing Array) throughout the Milky Way, practically creating a galaxy-sized telescope in order to study this.

Pulsars are the extremely dense cores of massive stars, left over after they go supernova. These are fascinating on their own, but for this project, they had an essential feature: Pulsars rapidly rotate (think up to hundreds of rotations per second), spewing radiation out in pulses from their magnetic poles. For some pulsars, these radiation jets cross Earth's line of sight, and we get incredibly constant bursts of radio signals, which can be catalogued and used as a sort of standard, universal clock.

Here is a link to a gif showing the rotation of a pulsar. Please be warned for flashing and eyestrain.

For 15 years, a team of astronomers working for the North American Nanohertz Observatory for Gravitational Waves (NANOGrav), used radio telescopes around the globe to track minuscule changes in the signal patterns from pulsars. The changes they found are due to the slight movement of spacetime between us and the pulsars, stretching and compressing the paths of their radio waves as extremely low frequency gravitational waves pass through the universe (yes, that includes you. your atoms, as well as the atoms making up everything around you, are very slowly shifting position, dancing along to the heartbeat of the universe).

At the moment, scientists are still debating what could have caused this gravitational wave background, but some there are some leading theories: the GWB could be caused by trillions of binary black hole systems (black holes orbiting each other) throughout the universe. It could also be due to cosmic inflation, or even the big bang itself. Scientists just don't know yet, but the opportunities this discovery opens up are incredible.

The knowledge of the GWB could help us better understand the formation of early galaxies, or even help us understand the origin of the universe.

#aspaceinthecosmos #space #astronomy #outer space #just jupiter #astrophysics #gravity #gravitational waves #physics #pulsars #black holes #neutron stars #the universe #LIGO

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herseraphwings · 9 months

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Herseraphwings🕊️🌙✨ Pick A Pile/Image

Your Next Spiritual Accomplishment A Message From The Angelic Realm

*Disclamer: I offer tarot readings for entertainment and spiritual guidance purposes only. Please understand that the insights and interpretations provided are subjective and should not be substituted for professional advice or counseling. The responsibility to make decisions and take actions based on the readings lies solely with you. I am not liable for any consequences that may arise from your choices or actions following the reading. Remember, the future is not set in stone, and outcomes can be influenced by various factors and your own free will.*

Pile 1- "The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb."

Emperor, 10 of Cups, 6 of Cups, Page of Swords

This may sound cheesy, but your next accomplishment will be you learning how to love. I see the entire frequency of the meaning such as learning how to love yourself, how to accept love, how to give love, how to be present in all connections. With the emperor card, it feels as though you may have operated from a place of rigid logic without giving in to your emotions or giving them much attention. However, when I divine I see the emperor (like plenty of other readers) as a balanced summation of all the other kings of the deck. For me, the path of your energy seems to represent you moving from an emporer that navigates life through the logical path to the divine emporer who embodies all of the elemental qualities of the other kings, but through Spirit. I see that you will have come a long way- learning how to live in love. I see some of you this comes by creating your dream family of chosen loved ones or expanding your own. The idea, however to the angelic forces is that your next accomplishment is a canon event of you taking the journey to not only find love but truly understand it, by learning about yourself and the human experience.

Thank you for allowing me to read for you. 🕊️🌙✨

Pile 2- "Temperance is a tree which as for its root very little contentment, and for its fruit calm and peace." - Buddha

3 of Wands, Temperance, 7 of Pentacles, 6 of Swords

Your next accomplishment will be finding balance and illumination in your life. You are growing into a maturity that should not be taken lightly. If you do not see this as an accomplishment, then you are in the beginning stages of a long journey. I say so because the energy has condensed, swirled, taken shape, broken down, and reformed over time. How interesting that the image you chose directly reflects what I am picking up for you. I see a chosen path of releasing burdens like the figure releases doves into the dark sky as their inner light illuminates their environment by casting out the shadow. This image is a perfect representation of temperance to me. What’s great is that this energy that has been patiently tended to and transmuted will solidify your manifestations into physical reality. If you have been trying to manifest a specific primary life-changing goal- it’s not that it isn’t meant to be; it’s that big things like your dream require a mastery of manifestation. This means doing precisely what I described: learning to embody and work with temperance energy through energetic balance and inner illumination. Once you do so, you’ll find yourself on the other side of the ocean where your desire is.

Thank you for allowing me to read for you. 🕊️🌙✨

Pile 3- "You are never given a dream without also being given the power to make it true. You may have to work for it, however." - Richard Bach

Hierophant, Ace of Pentacles, Magician, 3 of Pentacles

Your next accomplishment will be receiving your manifestation due to your resilience and strength! Your faith in the divine and your open heart will lead you to get what you want. Again, this is an accomplishment in the angelic realm because whether you agree or not, many people give up on actively manifesting their desires. It takes natural spiritual resilience and fortitude to trust in the unseen’s ability to deliver a gift that will fulfill you and ignite joy and satisfaction in your life. Some of you feel you’ve been breadcrumbed in this process, which has been a test. In this process, when people get a little taste of what they want, but it obviously isn’t the entire thing, they instantly throw a tantrum. Masters don’t get caught up in their senses and assumptions. They keep doing what they’re doing, knowing their manifestation will come in due time, wholly and completely. At the same time, they offer gratitude for what they receive along the way. This is what you have done. You continued working, physically and spiritually, diligently towards your goal- and in turn, you crossed the finish line. The angels applaud you!

Thank you for allowing me to read for you. 🕊️🌙✨

Pile 4- "The strongest people are not those who show strength in front of us but those who win battles we know nothing about." - Unknown

6 of Cups, The Star, Death, The Sun

Your next accomplishment is the mastery of chaos and change! You may have suffered through a troubled past with trauma after trauma. With that, I see a person who has developed the ability to move forward with determination and tremendous willpower. Once you reach this next accomplishment, you understand that everything is never as wrong as it seems and that the only thing you can control is yourself. So when facing obstacles in the future, you set a strong & healthy, energetic boundary around yourself. Opinions do not matter to you, only your own and the view of The Creator. Past opportunities are not for you to cling to when the going gets tough and your reality is tested- your only job is to protect your energy, be patient and wait for The Creator’s green light. A spiritual flame has been ignited from all the breakdowns and breakthroughs. You have forgiven but not forgotten. You celebrate, but you show gratitude for the darkness. Your next accomplishment recognizes you as one of the rare few who can not only shift and change through any challenge, seemingly without falling apart, but even run directly into the storm unphased but amazingly transformed.

Thank you for allowing me to read for you. 🕊️🌙✨

#pick a card #pick a pile #pick a picture #pac #pac tarot #divination #tarot #tarot reading #tarot cards #tarotblr #tarot community #free tarot #intuitive readings #angel reading #the art does not belong to me

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kickass-2022-bella · 2 years

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Girl Gang lollypop500joules millionaire billionaire trillionaire septillionaire girlpower love it ♥

#pretty girls #gorgeous women #future technology #lolipops #girl power #goddesses #harley quinn #versace #space #kinetic energy #energetic #energy #frequency #chanel #prada #gucci #heavenly #perfection #kickass

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itsfairly · 5 months

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10:22pm // Nanami Kento x gn!reader

word count: 1.4k

cw: gn!reader, fluff, slight angst if you squint, established-sh relationship, basically yall are dating but not publically, alcohol mentions, death mentions (no one dies).

summary: you're out drinking with other staff at jujutsu high when you decided to step out. when nanami comes and joins you, small talk gets you two thinking.

a/n: i half in a bathroom stall when drunk, what was i even doing? i was supposed to meet no people not pin over my fictional husband. anyways, yeah, took an impromptu break but hey, if i wasn't feeling like writing, i wasn't gonna push it. but here i am again, wanting to write, so here is this!

“What are you doing here?”

You turned around, looking at Nanami standing a few feet before you. You sigh, your breath creating a small fog against the cold of the night as you lean against the bar’s entrance by the window.

“It was too loud.”

“And it’s too cold.” He responds, taking off his blazer and wrapping it around your shoulders.

You chuckled, clinging to the warmth of the fabric. “They are gonna know if they see us like this. They are all right there and we are right on sight, you know?”

Nanami walks beside you, looking at the street before you two. You were right. Considering that the two of you seemed like just coworkers to everyone else but something else between you two behind the privacy of whatever space you could find, seeing you two together like this with his blazer around you was going to raise some flags. And yet, he couldn’t help but search for you when he noticed you were gone for a longer time than his liking.

“Gojo is keeping them busy, trying to get them to play his game of saying why they like him for them to even notice we left.” He looked through the window, where, sure enough, a sober Gojo was determined to get those reasons out of the either drunk or tired rest of the table. It didn’t seem like it was successful despite Gojo’s huge energetic grin.

“Is that the real reason why you stepped out?” You smirked, teasing at his rather push-and-pull dynamic with the white-haired sorcerer. “Because you didn’t want to play that?”

“I can have multiple reasons why I stepped out. Maybe that’s one of them, but seeing you in the cold was another one.” He looked down at you, his voice softening as he saw how you were gripping his blazer closer to you. “A big one at that.”

You chuckled, looking with a warm smile that made the cold become much more bearable even when standing outside the bar well past sunset. “Aw, what a gentleman.”

“You deserve one. I want to be one for you.” He said, his eyes on the street before the two of you.

If you didn’t know better, you would say he’s quite flustered. Despite his composed demeanor, he was not looking into your eyes when he said such genuine and affectionate words, but rather towards the street in front of you two. It was almost like a confession despite how many times the two of you have gone on dinners together, or grazed each other’s hands when others weren’t looking, or the soft “be safe” whispers whenever either of you went on a mission. Yeah, those acts were confessions within themselves and you were fine with them, knowing that he wasn’t the most vocal about his feelings upfront. But hearing such feelings come from his lips into a soft and gentle tone meant a lot. Those nine words meant that he was opening up to you more and more.

You furrow your brows, however. It didn’t matter how direct his or your words were or their frequency, being a sorcerer wasn’t the best job to fall for your coworkers. Death lurked in every mission, reminding you of how dangerous it was and how painful it would be if either of you would just be gone. Never again to tease him about how buying books was his hobby rather than reading them, never again for him to feel your hands on his shoulders as you insists on helping him relax as you massaged them, never again to see each other’s eyes full of life and the possibility—the yearning of being more. The longing to not be restricted of being together because you didn’t know how much you had left.

It may be the alcohol that got you thinking about this, but it was always a thought you wanted to push away whenever you saw him, wanting to feel the happiness of what you were experiencing rather than feeling the pain of what-ifs. You wanted more, to be closer to him. Sometimes, you could see how he ached for the same despite his wish to not burden you—or anyone for that matter—with the uncertainty of his safety.

But one thing was certain, not only tonight as he accompanied you outside with your breath puffing into the air while the rest of the group drank the night away for some escape of the jujutsu world, but every day since the distance between you shortened by the day.

He never burdened you with the uncertainty of his love for you—because it was certain and it was visible in the most beautiful way. His longing for you, his worry for you, his inability to completely adhere to his idea of staying single while a sorcerer, his goddamn devotion towards you that it made you wonder how no one has even caught on that you two are a thing. He loved you, loves you in the smallest ways that, when put together, are the biggest act one has ever done for you.

“You are.” You whisper, not even realizing the words escaped from your mind and were spoken into existence until he turned to look at you. Now that you had his attention, you stood a little straighter and said with much more conviction, “you already are.”

Nanami takes a second. His eyes looking deep into yours, unable to look away as if he is trying to read them. His brows mirror yours, knitting together ever so slightly. He was taken back by how much softer you looked in this moment despite the cold tensing your body. The warm light from the bar spilled outside and kissed your skin with a yellow, gentle glow. It was hard staying away from you, which is why it was a no brainer to follow you when you stepped out. It wasn’t just because he wanted to check on you, but because you always managed to pull him closer to you without even trying. You felt so close, but he wanted you closer.

It felt natural the moment he grabbed your hand, entwining his fingers with yours without giving it much thought of his own. He was tired of thinking anyway. He didn’t want to gather more reasons to stay away from you when the feeling on his heart weighed too much for them to hold water against it. He didn’t want to love you from afar, to have you in an arm’s reach but never hold you for the world to see. He didn’t want you to be like the books that sat on his shelves, gathering dust that taunted him with the fact he bought them and had yet to read them. He didn’t want that with you. He wanted to read you like a book. To go as far as to highlight his favorite parts of you, to read you over and over until he could recite you from memory to the world. He wanted you to be his favorite book in that sense.

“Then I’ll make sure to be more than just a gentleman to you.” He adds, his thumb moving against the back of your hand to warm it up.

Without skipping a beat, you take a deep breath before repeating your words, “you already are, Kento. More than that even.”

As your hand squeezes him and your eyes shine as if they were reflecting the moon themselves, things become certain for him as well. You loved him. Through the teasing and the burden of what could happen to either of you, you loved him with such a confidence and fulfillment that the feeling would stay the same for a long time and your actions would follow. You wanted to close that distance and hold him in your hands with such care and warmth that would shelter him from the stress of his everyday life. To cherish his skin, his hair, and every crook and cranny that he allowed you to see and touch until your fingertips burned with his feel as if you were to draw a map of him from memory. He was your favorite sensation in the world. You wanted to protect and nurture that sensation called Nanami Kento.

“I guess we want the same thing then.” Nanami softly spoke, taking a deep breath and squeezed your hand back.

“You guess right.” You answered back, nodding slightly with a smile.

Nanami nods back, holding your hand and guiding you back to inside the bar and back to your coworkers. This time, when you get near the group, he doesn't let go of your hand and you don’t let go of his.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 7 months

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Hood Nigga Deluxe

Fontaine × Black Reader

Supposed to be one part but I'll split it for the sake of posting something. 💕

Part 2

Idea: You fell underneath the warmth of a self-proclaimed hood nigga for Spooky Szn and you've got a big secret that he doesn't know and you can't tell him.

Tags: smut, smoking, blood play, dark romance

Right now, you're in the Dunbarton Green 1976 Pontiac Gran Prix next to Fontaine as he lights up, the flame on his blunt bright in the night with the lights off. He came by late to say hello after a long day and to see if you felt like fucking him.

Of course you do. Fontaine is his own category, specially made to drive you feral. It's everything about him.. custom made. He's your boyfriend. He just doesn't know it yet.

Your seat is back, your braids are pineappled for optimum confort, and your window is down, letting in the crisp fall air while you share his blunt, filling your lungs.

It's a smoother kick compared to other wraps. It's got a distinct and earthy flavor with a hint of sweet from the tobacco. The sweet and thick cigar cigarillo scent fills your nostrils as it flows out the window mingling with the clean air.

Back and forth, the two of you pass it, giving grace when one of you hangs onto it a little too long. It's relaxingly quiet, even with the voices of a few guys from the neighborhood somewhere near. They're hootin' and hollerin' in the distance, out of sight... It's like a hood ass meditation track for people who enjoy white noise.

"Why do you think they call it white noise?" You hand the blunt back. "Is it still considered white if it's black people making it?"

"Yeah. You're fried." He takes his turn on the blunt as you watch him with eyes slit. "I never thought about it. It probably has to do with frequencies. All of them at once, none distinctly different."

"Distinctively," you smirk up at him.

He takes another pull, letting it flow from his lips. "Or maybe niggas is racist."

"Hm... Sounds about right."

There's a view of your apartment building in front of the car, so you just lay back casually and watch who's going in and coming out. It's a calm night. You look across the console, rubbing Fontaine's shoulder and down his thick arm through his grey cotton hoodie, trapping it in your grasp like a blanket. His hoodie feels soft and cool on your clean face, and it smells like his signature scent, a hint of soft jasmine and mimosa mixed with smoke. "Mm," you hum in ecstasy. His eyebrows wriggle ever so quickly.

"I've been meaning to ask you--what are your plans for Halloween?"

"Hm." He takes an unhurried moment to think. "I'm not for the door to door. I figure a few of the boys will wanna go out--find a party." He smokes. "You got plans?"

You sigh. "I was actually gonna ask you if you wanted to do some white people shit with me... You know how they do, pumpkin patch and shit," you murmur, playing absently with your nails.

"You mean go apple picking and drink hot cinnamon apple cider or pumpkin spiced lattes?" He smiles briefly in a rare show of teeth. You know it sounds corny as hell, and he's laughing at it, but you really wanna do it. "I know what you mean," he allows. "They got a nice pumpkin patch at that farm outside the city."

"You wanna go with me?" You sit up, hoping. Your eyes bear into him as you hold onto his hoodie sleeve.

"Sure. Why not."

"Aight," you shift, suddenly energetic. "I'm ready now." You unlock the doors waiting on him so the two of you can stroll together. You like it when he parks a little bit further back from your building to give you more steps before you hit the door, especially when the temperature is comfortably cool like this.

One inside, you lead him on the familiar, short route to your apartment. "Mouth bout dry as Rihanna's coochie when Drake's in the room," you mutter.

"The only thing I don't when I smoke."

He tugs off his sneakers, then his hoodie, draping it over the island as you walk backward to watch the muscles revealed. He's not paying attention, but you don't wanna miss the striptease. He's a thick, muscled baddie, cut, but with a layer of healthy fat that keeps him juicy. Next is his thin white t-shirt, which leaves him shirtless in a silver rope chain. He doesn't know how fine he is, and even more, he doesn't care.

You toast his bottle with yours, taking a big sip and sitting it on the island as you ogle his chest and sleeve tats, feeling like a slut. Even his Adam's apple as he chugs.

"That's enough," you grab the bottle, replacing it with your lips in a vacuum seal. You grip his locs, drinking in the unswallowed beer spilled into your mouth from his and sucking the remnants from his tongue. The hoodie coming off your body over your head disconnects you for a moment, but you pull him in again in the same way. You feel his fingers on the back of your bra, unhooking, the freeing drop of the bra from your shoulders, and his light touch running down your spine to the top of your waistband, pushing your matching Zara sweats to a cloth puddle.

Impulse takes over.

He doesn't react, except for a low "Ok" as you sink your teeth into his smooth, thick neck trap, sealing your lips onto his skin. His attention remains on squeezing the flesh of your ass in his tight grip.

"Mm," you hum when his finger slides into your cucci purse. You bite deeper, savoring the smoothness of the blood, and the flavor of warm iron as he slips in his second finger, curving them both sweetly.

"This what you like?"

"Mmhm." You dig through locs into his scalp, your breasts flush to his chest where you can feel his strong mortal heartbeat. Lost to reason, you lock him in place while you drink him in, in sexual ecstasy, only pausing once you re-gather the discipline.

"Open."

His fingers slimy wet with your own essence find their way past your reddened lips, mixing with his blood and fondle your tongue, cleaning themselves and reaching back into your throat until you grab his wrist with both hands. His fingers slide out against your bottom lip, bringing out a cloud of bubbling thick spit that blobs down your chin.

"Since you like to suck."

"You are so perfect," you murmer, sliding your fingers through the trickle of burgundy nectar building on the side of his neck to smear red down his chestnut chest and abs into the front of his sweats. It's like fingerpainting.

With a churning motion, you add the sticky spit from your chin to the hand of blood and watch it blend into his even complexion. All his dick is an even shade of healthy brown with a slight sheen of moisture, emphasized by your mixed fluids. It's delightful in the most sinful of ways. The smell of metallic love emanating from his length draws you to your knees.

"You gone keep playing with it or put it on your mouth," Fontaine asks, calmly waiting, his hands loose at his sides. One thing about Fontaine--he's an observer. He likes to watch you, especially in your unhinged moments when you're dick drunk and churning it desperately in two hands like the essence of life lies in his cum and you'll expire if you don't get it. He's a man of little words, but he's never frazzled no matter what manner of depravity you unleash.

"Master," you keen, submissively wrapping your arms around his thighs, your cheek pressed in the space next to his elevated erection as you watch the subtle bounce, the remnants of blood and spit still present on your chin.

"You ready for me to take over?"

"Yes," you pout, your voice suddenly small.

He guides you onto his dick by your pineapple of braids with a second hand firmly but gently holding your head in one place while he uses your mouth, forcing it wide and thrusting, his cockhead pressing against your palate with the subtle taste of iron.

"Bad girl," he grunts.

You wine, holding the back of your head after Fontaine delivers it a stern bop for biting him and takes his dick back.

"I couldn't help a tiny nibble," you grin impishly, not sorry for your little transgression. What's a little pain? Especially when his swollen thick skin-wand was pulsing in your mouth, full of fragrant and vitamin rich blood in your favorite flavor--Type O. "I could even feel the under-vein on my tongue," you laugh, head back like a naughty leech. His incoming hand around your neck is welcome.

"Looks like I have to teach you what a dick is for." He tosses you over the back of your couch, keeping a hold on your throat. His warm wet tip encirles your clit, popping it to send a sensation through your body.

"Please," you gasp, feeling his lips tickling against your ear as he sinks past your labial folds into your depths, filling you to the brim with dick and letting it marinate. Every time he so much as moves, he strokes the nerves, tingling and giving chills. You feel the sensation heighten the rougher he is and the harder the collision.

"Beat it up, Fontaine." Your moans build, eyes rolling back. As a woman who cums from penetration, you live for a big broad dick digging out your lower abdomen to the degree that you can feel it with your hand on the outside. Fontaine has that kind of dick. The kind to turn you crazy. It's why you're the way that you are now.

He covers your mouth, preferring your silence so your body does the talking, squirming under the weight and intensity of his tried and true tailored to you thrusts.

It feels like a deep cucci swedish massage where the cucci getting beat down when he stuffs you, pressing on the sensitive soft tissues of your fleshy walls. Even he's entranced by the sound, wet and squishy as he stirs. It's Crack. Straight backshots until you have your strong orgasm like he needs the money and rent is due.

You watch him as he redresses, helping him adjust his clothes to look as fresh as he did when he came in. Not that he cares, it's late and he ain't doing nothing but going to see a guy about some money. You know what that means, but he's careful what he tells you and what he involves you in. You know glimpses, nothing incriminating. You both prefer it that way.

"I'll call you... I ain't forget what we talked about," he turns, taking his beer on the way out.

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