Send me a word and I’ll write a little bit of drabble for all you lovelies <3
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Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
Opia: The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.
Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.
Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.
Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.
Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.
Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.
Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.
Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.
Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.
Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening
Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.
Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.
Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.
Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.
Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.
Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.
Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.
Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.
Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.
*I probably wont be doing these in order - and I may not do them all - and I don’t know how long it will take me to post - you’re probably regretting your dissension’s - sorry - but you wont be disappointed - writing takes time - and like - feels - all the feels - also bear with me I only know like two people in winner - I’m still learning*
Calum Hood: He grips my hips gently as a moan escapes from my lips. Calum watches me while I roll my hips against his sweat pants. He pulls me closer to him, creating an even more intense friction between my wet center and his fabric covered thigh. I close my eyes and bite my lip, immense pleasure taking over me. “Feels good, sweetheart?” He whispers before leaning in and kissing my neck. I whimper an “uh huh” as I start to move quicker. The feeling was indescribable. I moan loudly, placing my hands on his shoulder to help me stay put. Calum creates a love bite on my neck and I could feel my high creep up on me. I slowly ride his thigh, hearing him groan. And I come immediately. I pant and open my eyes, smirking at him a little. His eyes are a darker shade of brown. Then he pushes me gently down on the couch. “Let’s see if I can please you better than just that.” He whispers as he hovers over me. His fingers trail slowly down my stomach, coming closer to my throbbing sex. Then he attacks my lips with his.
Ashton Irwin: “God damn (Y/N).” Ashton breathes out after I line myself in his with hard friend, closing his eyes. I smile a little before moving out. “Fuck, don’t do that.” He says breathlessly and I stop. “I-I’m sorry.” I mumble, about to get off of him. He opens his eyes immediately. “No, no, no baby.” He says quickly, bringing his hands to my hips, not letting me leave. “I wasn’t ready yet.” Ashton whispers, his thumbs stroking my hips. I nod my head. He breathes out. “You can move now, babe.” He says and I do so. He releases a raspy moan before gripping my hips hard. I squeak with a smile while snaking my fingers down his exposed chest as I move in and out of him slowly. I watch him squeeze his eyes shut as I trail my tongue down his chest. I pick up the pace and I can tell he’s leaving bruises on my hips. “Keep doing that.” He mumbles, bucking his hips up and I bite my tongue. I lean up and kiss his lips. Our lips vibrate due to his inner moans and I couldn’t help but be pleased with myself.
Michael Clifford: His lips turn into a smirk while I please myself on his upper leg. Small and squeaky whimpers leave my mouth once I begin to press down harder on his thigh. “You like getting off on me, kitten?” Michael asks before leaning into my neck. I nod slowly as he begins to lick my neck. God, his tongue can preform miracles. I moan as I begin to rub against him faster. “Mikey.” I whisper out, elation taking over me entirely. “Would you like me to help?” He whispers while nibbling on my ear lobe. Before I could answer, his finger sneaks down to my clit and he begins to draw figure eights on it. I throw my head back in pleasure and moan. I begin to rub slowly yet harder, trying to make this last forever. “Michael.” I say breathlessly, hold onto his arm in front of me. He begins to play with it more slowly and then he moves his hand away from my wetness. “No, n-no.” I whimper after his hand left. “You got the rest, kitten.” He whispers, kissing my cheek. I breathe in once I feel my legs start to shake. And with a loud whimper, I release all over his thigh. I rest my head in this crook of his neck while breathing heavily. “I didn’t know that my leg could do such a thing.” Michael chuckles, kissing my shoulder.
Luke Hemmings: “W-what are you d-doing babe.” Luke stutters once I sat down on his jean covered crotch. “Shhh.” I whisper as I trail my index finger down his chest while looking at him. He swallows, watching my every move. “You seem so tense, baby.” I say with a frown, swaying side to side on him slowly. He leans back further into the pillow and his breath hitches. “Relax.” I whisper and he nods silently. I begin move my hips up and down on his crotch with my hands resting on his chest. I watch him as I do so. He grabs a hold of my hips with his hands and groans. I push down harder and begin to move quicker. “Holy s-shit.” Luke squeaks out and I can feel his member growing under me. I lean down to his neck and begin to kiss it as I move. Luke moans a little as his hands lay on my back. “You like this, baby?” I whisper in his ear, slowing my movements down. He nods quickly. I smirk and then suck the skin under his ear lobe. His hips move up against my center and I laugh a bit. “Patience, Lukey.” I say while kissing down his exposed chest. “I want m-more.” He whimpers outs. I suck on his skin as I pick up the pace with my hips and he moans loudly. “You’re gonna have to beg for it, babe.” I whisper sexily as he squirms underneath me.
The Peaceful State Of Mind Following A Pleasant Dream Is Called Euneirophrenia
Have you ever woken up from a particularly pleasant dream and found that it happened to make the rest of your day a little bit better. Like the dream was so good that you just walked around the rest of the day with a hop to your step. It’s almost indescribable in that you literally have no conclusive reason for being happy other than the fact that you just had a good dream. However, despite the indescribable nature of this feeling, there is a word that can be used to define it.