I’m Horny. Like, All The Time

Reblog if you would definitely fuck in a planetarium.

There is one particular ship dynamic that never fails to wreck me, and I’ll call it Soulmates, But Not Like That. Not in a “some higher power has decided that we are destined to be together” way, but something that is almost the opposite of that. It’s that character who has been alone for a long time, and has maybe convinced themselves that they will be alone forever, and who has a lot of barriers to intimacy with most of the people around them, for whatever the relevant narrative reasons are. And then they just happen to cross paths with this ONE FUCKING PERSON who works for them, through some very specific combination of personality and circumstance and life experience and mutually compatible damage. And there is always the shock of what are the fucking odds, and underneath everything the terror of what if this doesn’t last. what if there’s no one else. I would just go back to being alone. I don’t know if I could do that after knowing this. Because when you finally let down that wall of emotional self-sufficiency the thought of having to put it back up again is painful. And in real life I don’t at all believe that there is only One Designated Person for anyone, but in fiction I do tend to gravitate toward characters who believe themselves to be The Only One in some way, and I will always be emotionally compromised by that dawning sense of oh. You are like me.

I wish

always thinking about club sex. us on the dance floor with you in the tiniest skirt. it barely covers anything. innocently grinding on me and we’re both getting too turned on. i slip my hand under your skirt and notice you’re not wearing any underwear. better yet, i can feel you’re already wet. i ignore it and we resume dancing. eventually you get so needy and desperate, you’re kissing my neck and moaning in my ear. you bring my hand back to your dripping cunt, begging me for some release. begging me to make me yours. so i do. right there on the dance floor. i don’t care if anyone sees. you want me that badly you don’t care either. you’re wrapped up in me as i curl my fingers deeper, hitting your sweet spot. but of course, i can’t let you cum, baby. that’s only for me to see.