#freak box

[couldbecullen]

Good Boy

A canine in heat his tongue lolling out of his sopping mouth strings of drool dripping onto your face

You scratch behind his ears just to hear him pant as he humps your leg hips rolling erratically panting quickening interspersed with pathetic whimpers until a puddle blooms on your thigh

He rolls over and you fall asleep on his chest snoring like a dog while he thinks how lucky he is to be your companion

[couldbecullen]

i would not like to be famous but i would like to have the experience of someone writing smutty fanfiction about me so i can read porn about myself

[couldbecullen]

a pile of escapril entries i haven’t posted yet. do with these as you will

[couldbecullen]

The Vampire

My favorite salvaged jar once held twelve and a half ounces of spring tree maple syrup and when it had served my coven for its share of morning pancakes I peeled off the label and scrubbed off the stubborn residue and it was transformed into a clear glass flask surprisingly ornate that looked like it had cost me something far more precious than five dollars and change and a few weeks’ breakfasts

It fits neatly in my back pocket and sags my baggy jeans Amidst muffled pulsing music and rowdy conversation the two of us are in someone's garage a pool table between us and I procure it filled with strong vodka cran sloshing deep red and meet your eyes as I bring it to my lips

“Vampire,” you spit through a fascinated smirk “Is that blood?” I shrug and take another swig When pressed I’d come clean telling the story start to finish of my flask’s acquisition and my amateur mixology because I forget how to lie after I stop counting swigs But it was fun to pretend if just for a moment that something was seriously wrong with me that I was the freak of the function to inspire mystery and to let you assume the most interesting conclusion After all that would mean I drink blood and that’s not entirely a lie I would drink yours if you offered

[couldbecullen]

The Vampire II

My lips have been chapped this week and I fidget too much My teeth couldn’t resist the peeling skin the loose scabs even as I felt the sting of live skin coming off with the dead

Surrounded by conversation but apart from it lost in thought I peeled a strip I shouldn't have and opened floodgates of gently gushing blood from my glossed bottom lip I bit down to stifle the flow feeling the stream collect between my lips and drip onto my too-eager tongue tasting scarlet metal

Practicing discretion so as not to alert anyone to my injury I puckered up spreading it onto my lips like a luxury gloss just like that I’d applied earlier meant to mimic The imitation hadn’t gotten the texture quite right failing to capture the stickiness tacky as I part my lips But the flavor wasn’t far off though a little lighter falsely fresher floral in its sweetness It was missing the subtle darkness the biting iron the thick fullness and as I felt the stream wane it was like coming down from the greatest secret high

It transferred onto my cup speckling the waxed white cardstock blending in beside near-identical gloss splotches but it stained deeper stubborn to budge not wiping away with a swipe of my tongue like the remaining essence of life was fighting to live

[n3v3rthriving]

any future fic about moose/spurge from your dom/sub au?

Thank you for the ask! I love when people send asks it’s so fun. But anyway, probably not. I wrote it for a friend and they aren’t really my pairing. I don’t know them too well, but if something was suggested that caught my eye, I’d definitely give it a shot.

[n3v3rthriving]

I'm desperate for lake house content like give us anything PLEASE

Spare a begger a crumb

[couldbecullen]

oh, my thoughts on the new showerhead? *smoking a cigarette on the edge on the tub*well…….. she’s one dynamite gal