#brain glitch

[brittmarihaxoxo-blog]

There has been a glitch in the system 🥴

[always-the-little-spoon]

Me, who has spoken English their whole life. Today:

Me: 'Hey, do you have a cui-' *pause* 'cui- the fuck' *mimes spoon* 'what da fuck'

Barista: 'a knife?'

Me: 'No, no' *waves hand in negative* scoop... A SPOON! Oh my god, what the fuck just happened!'

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Okay but.

Hatesex with Sal. I don't care how, I don't care why, just the concept of it.

All the degrading. But also sweet words along with the harsh ones, her voice dripping with sarcasm at least a little, and so much joy because of how hard they make you drip for her - which you'll get teased for more.

Her growling as she takes your ass with her strap, thrusting into you over and over and marking you with her teeth because she wants everyone to see that you're still a "...desperate lil' slut for me, eh? I want you to drip as much as you are now when you think of me and hate how much you love it." And then thrust into you even harder so you can't reply, her tentacles softly sliding over your core and her nipping on your earlobe.

"Jus' how I thought, luv. You're." The tentacle slaps your core slightly. "So." Again, the tip of it slithering against your entrance. "Wet." And with that, she fills you fully, making you scream out in ecstasy as you come for the first time.

"Naughty lil' bitch. Did I allow you to come, eh?" - "I don't need your fucking permission." - "Aye, but you do. Let me show you."

And with that, you're completely immobile from her tentacles with one in your mouth, your holes filled and ravaged as she fucks you even harder and almost makes you scream because your overheated body almost can't take it but HAS to - and just when you're close to coming again, she stops. Completely. And keeps you on the edge with oh so gentle movements, stopping whenever you're close and pressing her tentacle against your tongue so you can't speak.

"Shame you can't beg, aye? See, my perfect lil' slut? Your orgasms are mine, and you're gonna be good for me now or I'll keep you like this all night."

OH, GODS FUUUUUUUUUUUU .. I AM 😳 FJDNDKSKSKSK

I'M.. OKAY... HOLD ON... ERROR 404, THEO NOT WORKING .. XJDJSKSKSKSKAK

Ahem.. fjjdkdsjsjsk

........... ...... .... .. .. .. .

Okay.. okay .. fuck 😅 .. *takes deep breath*

Your moans muffled against the tentacle that's pressed firmly against your tongue, your body taut as the rest of Sal's appendages hold you in place. Alternating from firm to soft thrusts as she relishes in how overstimulated you are. Your juices soaking the carpet beneath you, dripping unhindered down your flesh. "That's right.. takin' just like I knew yeh wud." She slides out of the tentacle that's deep in your core - slapping it over you, teasing your clit as she does. The tips of her nails sinking into the skin of your hips. Her strap driving harder and harder into you. And gods, you'd do anything to scream.. to moan.. to curse her back to the reservoir from which she came. She smirks as she feels you pulling against her, as the heat of your body slowly seeps into every part of her that's wrapped deliciously around you. "Heh... And jus' where do yeh think yer goin' .. dirty lil slut, yeh are." The gentle contrast of her tone against her words sends your mind reeling. It's all you can to do moan deep within your throat. Your body trembling with the utter most need. A deep growl resonating through her as she thrusts her strap even firmer into you, slipping her slickness of her appendage back into your aching core at the same time. "Tell me... lil slut" Another hard thrust, shooting fire works behind your eyes. "Tell Sal how badly yeh wanna come." She ghosts a dark chuckle across your heated skin, nipping on your earlobe before continuing.. "Aye.. That's right... yeh can't speak, can yeh?" You whimper into her, your body overcome with all encompassing need for release. For anything to relieve the relentless pressure deep inside you. Your mind overcome with frenzy as you silently beg - pleading with whatever gods may hear you. The feeling of her hips hard against your backside she picks up her pace. Both of your holes filled deliciously - both being wrecked - inhabited by Sal and everything last thing she has to offer. She pulls the tentacle from your mouth right as she drags her nails down your back. "Let me hear yeh scream, love.. let me hear how badly yeh hate to love the effect this has on yeh." You scream out on command, not a single quip left inside you, body spent as she compels the second orgasm onto you. "Is this what yeh want? Aye?" A primal growl, a heated snarl, fucking you relentless and she forces one orgasm onto you after another - with no stop in sight. A multitude of curses ripped from from your lips as you came harder than you've ever come in your life, hearing her soft chuckle just seconds before you swiftly fall unconscious.

I'm...

I.... Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck 😩😩💦💦💦💦 I have never blushed so hard writing a snippet in my life.. Fuck.. djjssksksksk... Gods, fuck.. Sal.. ahem.. thank you.. for this.. fuck 🤤

[whatshouldwecallchronicillness]

Me looking at my room and knowing I need to clean it, but not knowing how to start...

[pluviophile-bookworm]

Brain glitch

So my mum asks me to load the dishwasher, right? So I stand there for about a minute, staring at the sink full of dishes, processing what my next step is going to be. This is still not the brain glitch part, just perfectly normal ADHD stuff. Anyway, I ‘come to my senses’ and start washing the dishes by hand. About four plates in, I sense that something’s not right, so I take out one of my ear buds (I can’t possibly do any chores or schoolwork without music), thinking ‘Wait, what am I doing?’. I notice my mum is staring at me kinda funny, so I turn to her.

Mum: Why are you washing them? You’re wasting dish soap and water doing the dishwasher’s job...

Me: I know, I know. I just realised that too. I guess my brain thought I was back in Sofia...

[Clarification: Sofia is the city where I go to uni, but I haven’t lived there since the pandemic started, and since we’re still doing online classes, I have no plans of going back there in the near future.]

Me: ... although, you know, why would I think that? It’s been so long since I haven’t been there... guess you could call it a brain glitch.

[purry]

Yesterday I handed a table number to a customer and said “this is your phone number.”

[anony-mouse-writer]

Sometimes when I'm left alone for extended periods of time and I'm stressed out, my brain decides the solution is to fill the silence. However, lacking in the necessary chill levels to quote something, I usually just end up walking around my empty apartment squawking "Death! Abort! Weasels!" for a minute before my brain turns back on and I have to sit down and wonder what the fuck is wrong with me.

[bottseveryflavorbeans]

you know how like your brain glitches over a word or a phrase....like you hear a word and somehow get fixated on it, saying it over and over (in your head), saying it in different ways and different accents....well, I just glitched over the words frankincense and myrrh for about two hours