need a cuppa. a good therapist. 80000 grand. to be five again. some wiser older being to cry to. etc etc
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pomegranate tastes like if a cranberry was gay
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am i the only one who can’t fathom what redacted characters look like? Like i can think of designs for them and draw them but i don’t like see those designs when i listen i just see like a 6,1 blob
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first 1644 ferrari team challenge should be seven minutes in heaven with tongue i just wanna see smth
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sometimes i feel like masking too much makes me seem inauthentic and unlikeable but if i didn't mask i would literally never get anything done. ever
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college grad lip getting a good job. working for some kinda tech company that’s getting into robotics. and dating the pretty girl who works at the building’s front desk.
this is so cute!!
the way he would be flirting with you at every chance, and every single person in that building knows he wants you. in fact, it's pretty clear that a lot of the guys in the building have a thing for you, but they're all just so stuck up. there's something so genuine about lip, he understands where you come from unlike all the silver spoon assholes he you work with. he's genuine southside, he's smart as a whip and a hard worker too.
he would start to ask you out at work and you would realize what he's saying and quickly cut him off, writing down your cell number. the first date is spectacular. he doesn't want to fuck it up, so he cleans up nice and takes you out to dinner and clubbing after. the next morning you would be hungover as hell but positively glowing. the other office girls notice and you brush them off with a shake of your head and a smile. they put two and two together when lip lingers a little longer at your desk than normal- which is saying something really- laughing loud and proud at each of your dumb jokes and grinning like an idiot when you lean in close to say something in his ear.
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very telling that, assuming the story is mike’s and we’re viewing it from his eyes (we are), we get to see a lot of will’s personal life and intimate moments whereas we see a lot of el being the hero and her journey with her powers/the supernatural and the Only time we delve into el’s personal life is when we aren’t watching through mike’s eyes despite will and el having equal importance. Incredibly telling that mike’s abandonment of will coincides with his loss of screen time and mike’s world fills up with el’s story but we’re returning to a will centric story as they finally return to each other. or something like that
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Omg u know what I like the sound of? submissive Bolin ,or at least tying him up and teasing him until snaps I could see that
I LOVE THIS
i think i just have brainrot about showing him how good you could make him feel!!!
i think he's probably inclined to do some very standard missionary p-in-v action every time with a little doggy in there as a treat and he just.... doesn't think about the fact that there's more than just that, y'know?
"i just... i don't know. i'm willing to try," he blushes. "but i've never been a fan of the buildup." he can't look you in the eye. he's always like this when you bring up sex.
he's blushy, eyes darting around, chuckling nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. you can hear his breathing speed up a little. "look," you say. "i don't want you to feel uncomfortable. but i really think you're missing out."
and that's how you got here – bolin splayed out on the bed, his wrists tied above his head. you want to keep him restrained but still let him keep a sense of control.
"you look so pretty like this," you purr, standing at the foot of the bed. your eyes roam his body. he's still tense, so you can see every muscle.
toned calves up to his thick, muscled thighs. wrists bound together above him, his big hands not quite sure what to do. forearms flexing, veins bulging a bit.
triceps rippling into delts, meaty pecs bulging with every little movement. even though he has a little layer of fat over his abdomen, you can still see all of the muscles below as he breathes, trying to relax without any control over what's about to happen.
he could get out of those restraints with no problem, but he won't. because he wants to be so good for you. wants to give you all the control. wants to let you make him feel good. because he knows you will.
and so you tease him, running your fingers all across his body to see when his hips buck, where he likes to be touched the most, what makes him leak that salty essence.
every time you hit a sweet spot, he groans and gives you a breathy "y- yeah," his cock bobs and twitches, and his hips buck, but you don't give him the release he's looking for.
you want to wait. you want to make him break out. finally, you move to give his neglected cock some attention. it's been standing tall and needy this whole time, glistening with his slick as it drips down his shaft.
you take him into your mouth, but you don't take him all the way. you suck off your little treat, humming at the taste of his arousal. he plants his feet and tries to fuck up into your throat – and you're tempted to let him.
but you don't. you move to straddle him, sitting just far enough forward that you can grind your bare pussy on him, rubbing your clit on his skin, leaving a little puddle of slick on his abdomen.
"th- this is," he pants. "so unfair. need to be inside you. p- please."
when you finally give in, you drop down on his length agonizingly slow, letting your heat envelope him inch by inch, watching his face contort as he holds back his urge to just slam into you.
as you bottom out, you take a moment to accommodate the stretch of his fat cock, now pulsing inside you. "better?" you coo.
and then you hear the restraint snap. "better," he growls as he grabs your hips. "but not enough."
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