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P0IsAWriter - Ao3

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Compos Mentis

Compos Mentis

Wip

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“What are you?”

“What?”

“Are you gay?”

“Um”

“St…- I don't know”

“I don't want to be gay”

He stares at me. “Bisexual… just say bisexual, Jon…” He closes his eyes and inhales slowly

“Okay”

“Do you like sleeping with women?”

“Yes.”

“Sober.”

“Yes”

“Mh.”

“Are you sure?.”

“I'm sure.”

“You're telling me y–”

“Matt.”

“I just want to understand”

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Seventy-sevenfold

“Please, help- he’s in my head…!”

“I laid down with a man- i- i laid down with the devil!.”

“And-... and he has-... roots!.” I gasp, “In me.”

“All his- spindlly roots!-” I choke back tears, “In me!.” 

“And I can't think of anything anymore!”

“Say his voice- his words…” My voice fails me

[p0isawriter]

Seventy-Sevenfold

Seventy-sevenfold (wip)

The scent of pine and wax… it's beautiful 

What an enchantress. Beautiful and delightfully cumbersome 

The smell would drive any man with any respectable scent of smell crazy

Beautiful as her eyelashes fluttering, as her lips purse and part, her chest rises and falls unevenly.

Poor thing can't sleep. I've been watching my sleeping beauty from this window long enough for the moon to pass us by

There's no denying the flower I see is breathtaking, she’s alluring and her scent is addictive 

Her skin is fair but not from seeing many moons.

Imagining her softness against my fingertips… as my teeth graze and penetrate her skin, sinking my teeth deeper and deeper until my mouth is drowning in her essence. It's ecstasy gift-wrapped so tenderly

Beautiful I can almost taste it as if it were actually happening

But alas, she is a god-fearing woman in a god-fearing house

I can only do so much as stare from the outside 

I watch as my bride-to-be struggles to drift herself to sleep. I see her chest rise and fall in quick succession, her eyebrows furrowing in distress, pulling her jacket around her, messing with her pillow… 

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Compos Mentis

Compos Mentis {WIP}

I get up so quickly and follow him to his bedroom. I take off my trousers properly

So many times I've been in here and not once did I ever th

“Close the door”

I close it quickly.

“Lay down. I'll do it myself”

I lay down, on top of his duvet

Ohmyfuckinggod

Oh!my!

I’m so hard it actually hurts

My whole body is cramping

“Mh… should I light a candle?”

“No?...!”

“Please–”

He stands up and open his drawer

“Matt!...” I sit up

“I think we should. It sets the mood”

“We don't need to set the mood” I'm whining. It's pulsing like fuck

It's hurts so good

“Stop whining.” He lights a little tea light on either side of the bedside tables. He closes the blinds and shuts the curtains.

He crawls back to me

“That didn't take not two seconds, did it?.”

I exhale

“Hm?”

I shake my head.

He kisses me gently, he positions himself

My heart rate is dangerously high. I feel a headache forming again

I can't breathe

It's dark and the only light is the candle light. He looks beautiful

He opens a bottle–

He kisses me more intensely. I feel his rim touch my tip

I grab his head and yank myself up as he presses down

I gasp and exhale

“You didn't just cum from a little tension, did you?”

I shake my head, “No?...”

“I didn't”

“You didn't?.”

“It'd be a shame if you did, cuz then there'd be nothing left, would there?.”

“Then sex would be over, wouldn't it?”

“I didn't…!”

“Your breath smells terrible” He kisses me again. He pulls me back down onto my back

“Brush your teeth once we’re done”

“Okay”

I feel him press down until I feel the tight ring squeeze onto my length

“Oh…!” I squeeze my lips with my palms

I stare at the ceiling

“What do you say?.”

I huff

“Thank you…”

[thememedaddy]

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[p0isawriter]

Angel of Death

Angel of Death. {wIp}

He snaps his fingers and gestures to his side. He's on a phone call. There's a decorated desk with his laptop.

The garage is actually nicely clean and organised. Most of the garages I've seen were dirty and rotting.

I peek over to his screen, it's a shared video call. I've never seen those 

He grips my crotch hard. I slam my hands on my lips immediately.

Can they hear me?--

“Either take it or don't. I really don't care, you think you’re the only guy who's come to us about this kind of offer?” 

“What honestly makes you so much better than the rest of them?” 

What's this about?

He fiddles with my belt. He slaps my hand away when I try to help, he unbuckles my belt himself and yanks down my jeans to my ankles. He teases my cock over my underwear.

His rubs a finger loosely up and down my length slowly. It rises under his finger

He hasn't even looked at me once…!

[ruinedchildhood]

[p0isawriter]

Get rid of the damn ads on my tl i'm so serious omg. it fucks up my display of beautiful posts :(

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Great news! I've become a #tumblrpro

[nihlisticwhimsy]

For anyone grieving the fact that 2026 Wurthering Heights was pure dogshit,,,,,,

There’s a 2011 adaptation with a Black man in the lead, and so far, it’s actually pretty good

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Po's Pinterest

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Doxy

Doxy

Two women discover their company is overrun by gang affiliates. After witnessing a tragic death of one of their colleagues, the two women determined to take down the syndicates by infiltration on the inside and work their way up the chain of command.

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There are cathedrals for eyes to see

There are Cathedrals for Eyes to See

I pull out my phone, the banner says Margaret Belmore. She's a veteran Sister at the Church, a high sponsor in everything charitable. A true patron saint. She likes gardening, baking, knitting,, old grandmother stuff.

“Excuse me…” An elderly woman comes to greet us, “How do you know Margaret?...”

She was volunteering at an animal shelter just before she died.

“We’re from the animal shelter… we’re terrible sorry for your loss.- it's a shock to all of us… Sister Margaret was a true blessing.”

This warms her heart, she melts, “Yes… she truly was.- I… I don't remember Margaret talking about you three?...”

“Ah! Oh no… we’re new volunteers… We didn't know Margaret for very long- but we still thought we should give our respects.”

She nods solemnly, “Well… it's not me you should be giving blessings to-” She turns around and points at the angry man, he's kneeling in front of a coffin, “Her son.”

I can't help the small laugh that leaves my lips, “Yes.” “You're right!” “She told us all about him…”

“Yes… he's such a sweet boy.” She smiles. She says her goodbyes and politely leaves.

“Sweet isn't the word I'd use…” Vic mutters.

We walk over, “Sorry for your loss.” Arthur says, peeking over slightly.

He grumbles, “This isn't what she wanted.” “Those fucking bastards did this without consulting her will. This is all for show.”

[p0isawriter]

Taste Test + 3OfAKind

He strips slowly. Teasing me. The lust creeps up on me, desperation practically seeps from my pores.

If he could speak, he'd put me into a damn frenzy, giving me instant tunnel-vision.

He doesn't need to talk. His actions tell me everything I need to know. His rapid breathing, his eyes, his lips…

He's just as desperate as I am.

It doesn't take me long to get hot apparently… just shows me how easy I am.

I've had enough of this slow teasing. He push him down onto his back, I kiss him.

My fingers start to wander down his body, his perfect complection, clashing with his past life that he can never truly seem to run far enough from. I bite. I bite. I bite.

I'll make him forget.

He tries to gain control back, but not this time.

“Lay down.”

He does, he doesn't fight it.

I unzip and gently slide down my underwear, slinging out my painfully erect cock. Every bulging vein, I hope he can feel.

He waits for me. His breathing narrowing as he feels the suspense. The anticipation eats at him.

[p0isawriter]

Reading a book>>Riding a bike

Started reading Boudica: Dreaming the Eagle by Manda Scott

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Never did the chapel walls feel so cold, never did the chill of the dancing trees feel so paralysing. The townspeople start to recall missing memories, sudden blackouts and unexplained illness' . Riddled with fear and superstition, the church is filled with fear and uproar never seen before. Father Rian is forced to incur this mass hysteria before it spirals out of control, is it a supernatural being stirring up chaos or is it just late-night jitters gone too far?

Ch1

Son of Perdition