#the ache

when you find yourself leaving the same party you're at, pinned up against a wall, his mouth finding yours, then your neck. your hands pull johnny closer.

you want to resist cause you know damn well that johnny is just doing this out of convenience but..

he's too good to resist. so you cave, wanting to feel his dick bullying your cunt and his moans. maybe for a night, it could be okay.

and it was, it was better than you ever imagined. fucked you up a wall like a slut and with a sense of purpose, out to fill you. you feel it in his touch, how he responds with a whine when you pant for more. and when johnny cums' it's practically heaven when he kisses you.

you only wished he was doing this sober.

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I want, I want, I want.

but silence has teeth.

It gnaws at the edges of what we never said,

what we almost said,

what we still might.

I miss the way we existed

in long sentences and soft confessions,

where nothing had to be perfect

to feel like everything.

And I’m still scared—

that being vulnerable will cut me down further.

So I leave behind subtleties:

playlists,

poems,

breadcrumbs for you to find

if you ever decide

Warning this chapter is SPICY and is inappropriate for minors.