#basically poetry

[googleshima]

if google has 10 fans, i am one of them

if google has 1 fan, i am that fan

if google has 0 fans, google has killed me himself and i died letting him 🔥

[gay-tomcat]

Vampire lover stuff I couldn't resist writing [NSFW]

Imagine being just a cutesy person who stumbled upon a centuries old reclusive and cleanly vampire who lives in a small castle tower by himself. That you now live with because you stayed a few nights and now, he really enjoys your company. So you've extended your stay, you live with him now. He towers over you but he means no harm. You're accommodating to each other's needs and understanding of those you each can't control. You enjoy hearing his heartbeat against you when you sleep in his arms, and how it quickens when you fluster him. But you also notice how often he brushes against your neck and thighs. Be it his clawed hands trailing up and down you when you're in bed or while he passes you in the house. The way he occasionally presses his fangs against the tendons and veins in your neck when he's above you or when he does it when he thinks you've fallen asleep. How he tells you off so cockily as if he naturally knows better than you about everything because of how older he is. He's talkative with you because of your respect for his words, but it's time you show him to respect you naturally. When you're doing something and he next comes to gawk at you, rolling his eyes as he begins his snob act before you make your play. You SNAP back at him, raising your voice to a degree he didn't think was possible! He covers his heart and drops his jaw while keeping his lips sealed in surprise, his eyes widened at you as he sees his mistake. He sheepishly apologizes after you finish.

“I-i’m sorry…”

He says quietly, you put down what you were doing and walk up to him. He looks at you with fear as to what you'll say.

“Down.”

You tell him, he gives you a confused look but you hold firm and he slowly crouches down to look up at you with an apologetic gaze. You grip him by the head and pull him down, making him fall from his squat to his knees in front of you. His breath is slightly faster as he gets more anxious. Without saying a word, you softly pull your skirt up and press him to your thighs and make him kiss what's between. He softly smiles and begins to worship you. His tongue lapping against you as his lips pucker and suck against your soft skin. He pulls his hands upwards and begins to softly rub your luscious thighs with his fine trimmed hands. His claws grazing over you ever so gently before you smack them away.

“Hands off.”

You order as he whines and lowers them in between his legs. He understands now. He's not allowed to please himself, his touch for you, or himself. He must simply serve until you are satisfied. But it eats at him as he does so, the urge to touch you gnaws at him as he holds himself back, clenching his fists as he remembers his role. Having to put them up to his own chest and neck to keep himself just satiated at being able to taste yet not devour you.

[nvrhere]

It’s like the yin to my yang.

[galaxymooing]

thinking about this post which reduces me to tears whenever i think about it

[xaxtonx]

“I worshiped an angel of heavenly light. Then, when he fell, he took me too. Along with those who truly knew of all the pain his father put him through.”

- Axton Mockingbird Lee Miller, It was I

[fangyrling]

and i smile when i think of

all the times we had

on the beach in the winter

when the waves were mad

down by the water, crystal clear

see her face in the water

then it

disappears

[gay-tomcat]

Thinking about meeting a person who goes clubbing a lot and does drugs often and drinks often, meeting someone at a club who doesn't do anything. Someone simply passing by in their world to get a friend or something, but they meet. And that person stays around awhile, come time for them to part they exchange contacts. Overtime the straight and narrow one comes back for the rambunctious and scattered one. They put themself together for them when they come, and one day they leave together. Hand in hand, they laugh and clean together at the proper ones apartment. The other feels so out of place, as if it doesn't belong with all these refined pieces that decorate the others home.

But they only judge themself, the prim one accepts them in fully. And they relax, they don't have sex. They don't lay down together, but they sit shoulder to shoulder like they did in the club. Eventually it's time for them to part again, the straight and narrow one sees them off, letting them go. Telling them their door is always open for the other. The other is too scared to come over and too scared to ask and weeks go by before they ever see each other again. The club feels empty without their presence now, dancing doesn't feel as fun, drugs and alcohol now seem dangerous. They miss them, and so they ask. And they meet again. It's been awhile since they've seen each other but they've talked everyday since.

The prim one cooks for the both of them. Something nice but something calm. The shakey one feels out of place again, as if they don't deserve this. The meal is delicious, and they devour the entire plate. They both do, and they slowly move over to the couch. The ambient lighting of the house makes them both feel hotter, except ambient lighting obviously isn't enough to make you that much warmer. They don't think they can help it, and after a few moments of unsureness. One of them carries the other in their arms to the bedroom, with their lips connected so intimately.

Now the rambunctious one understands, it thinks it got the meal and treatment as an expectation to be used in bed. It has no qualms with this, and accepts it. Accepts to used, to be underneath, but they are surprised when instead the feel the lips and hands of their partner servicing them from below. Purely for the sake of their own pleasure, enough to make them finish. And that's seemingly enough for the giving one, the other is confused, weren't they supposed to service? They feel wrong, as if they haven't repaid a debt they think they are in. But there is no debt, and as the two of them stand in th steam and stream of the shower, the pair standing in each other's arms. The shakey one realizes they have never felt so sturdy, they seemingly only feel it in the arms of this balanced person.

What happened to them next?

[nvrhere]

what if, instead of texting you, i just talk here and fantasize about you reading it?

i imagine you stumbling upon this and realizing that i still love you. i mean, it’s right here! on this post! made just for you!

everything i write these days is for you.

everything thought i make has your smile in it. buried between letters and my fingers moving to tap on this keyboard. it’s to the rhythm of your heart.

bump, bump, bump.

mine is speeding up, if you are reading this of course. i can see you shocked still- swiping to our messages at the bottom of your logs, hovering over your own letters.

do you remember my face enough? can you capture it like i do yours?

god your heart is still beating in my head. i remember after our first kiss, i laid my ear against your chest and heard it for the first time.

bump, bump, bump,,,,

and it never. stopped.

come home to me

or at least

write me a letter