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singeart · 2 years

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I am made of quiet storms washing themselves away.

-Fray Narte

#captain janeway #kathryn janeway #star trek voyager #voy #doodles #tragic character my beloved #if you cant get chakotay hugs store bought is fine

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dogrotpdf · 2 years

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prompt: codependency!

BE WITH ME ALWAYS

nicke zimov / fleur jaeggy / fray narte / anne sexton / hannibal (2013-2015) / zella day / darker than erebus / sandarafreedompark

#nice nice nice #web weaving

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theartofselfdemolition · 3 years

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is there a way out of here other than the sudden violence of tearing through my skin? if I find an escape route one day, I swear to god, I would leave even the calmest sunsets behind.

// fray narte

#art #artists on tumblr #writers #writers on tumblr #sunset #art of the day #thoughts #poetic #poets on tumblr #escape #fray narte

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nhasachquan · 3 years

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I can never walk away from you. Not by the gods who all looked on as I ran out of reasons to make you stay. Not by the forget-me-nots I willed to die under my pillow. Not by the poems you never knew were yours. Between us, I can never be the first one who leaves because I’m terrified — of you moving on to a life I’m not a part of. I’m terrified of confronting the choking weight of emptiness in cold mornings.

To walk away from this is something I never learned; that is my downfall and your strength. And I guess the difference between us is when I said that I was terrified of you leaving — when I said that I was terrified of losing you, I meant it.

I meant every word of it, my love — I meant every word that you did not.

— Fray Narte, “trapped ghosts learn to haunt themselves.”

#fray narte #quote #lit #love

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fablesofkitkat · 2 years

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extra pov: looking at Endeavor's himbo face makes you wanna sit on it (18+ MINORS DNI)

click here to read the whole fic: Pity The Flowers. (if you want context)

genre: nsfw

Synopsis: Two idiots in love. Two married idiots in love. Two, turning senile, married idiots in love.

oh how you turn the love as chaotic as ours into something so comforting; i no longer want to call it violent. storm-like. visceral. i want nothing but warm hands and ether kisses, withering like the fire-lit buttercups on your nightstand.

- fray narte

perma tags: @spicy-therapist-mom @vtte @bootyholelicker i chose to sin today.

tags: @berryonasummerevening @pandajaye @wahaj16 @happilyheavenproductions @bxrn-thxs-wxy-90five @icohnik

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Todoroki Enji, as much as he hated your decision to keep the ingrate inside you, he couldn't shake off how your countenance would draw his attentions, gods, just look at the curve of your belly. Your striking eyes flickered up from your phone to his, and the unmistakable lust in them sent heat that swept over him; a wash of sweet white fire that pooled in his groin. It left him speechless as you stood up from the armchair, pocketing your phone and walked towards him.

You moved smoothly, not like a trained hero would but with more unhurried grace. Agile. Memories flashed; Your body beneath his, rising to meet him in smooth, liquid thrusts, his lips closing around one of your nipples–

Enji breathed out in one unsteady rush. He's still mad at you. He shouldn't be thinking this way now. Maybe in bed later, but not right now. He has to actively remind himself that he's supposed to be ignoring you. Look at you turning those doe eyes at him, fluttering your lashes, really just begging him to fuck you in broad daylight. Horny bitch. It wasn't fair that you're so desirable when pregnant.

"Enji?"

He crossed his arms and grunted. "No."

And then you had the audacity to sweetly turn up your nose at him, walk away in mere maternal dress with no sleeves that showcased the the side of your breasts, those budding nipples sprung proudly against the thin cloth. How he missed molding those beans between his , sinking his rough fingers in your soft flesh.

"... missed you." You tell him softly.

He closed his eyes for a brief moment. How many weeks has it been? No, no. He will not cave. No matter how your feminine wiles entice him. He. will. not. cave. You sighed and walked by him to return to the bed room. He watches you leave.

Kami, he missed you more.

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This does not count. This is not him caving in. He is not caving in. This is you taking liberty on his innocent person. Yes, innocent. Even if he could stop your wandering hands from reaching into his boxers to palm his cock.

Even if he deliberately walked around half naked to flex his muscles, you liked seeing them anyways. Even if your eyes darkened at the sight of him, sweating in the dojo as you pass by, doors slid open for anyone's sight to feast on him as he worked out. Even if he intentionally crowds you in the bathroom when you brush your teeth and he reaches over the compartment to get a mouth wash, his morning wood grazing your ass. Out of the corner of his eye, you would stare at him in the mirror, getting himself naked as he stepped into the shower. Your eyes soaking in the sight of his well endowed manhood. You missed it. Then, he would smirk at you, you're missing out on what could be the usual morning between you and him, if only you weren't so stubborn. He whips to close the shower curtain and then... he touches himself. With you still in the bathroom. You hear the soft pitter-patter of the shower but you freeze at the almost inaudible low grunt. If it weren't for the bathroom's acoustics, it'd be hard to hear. You scratch your foot with the other, squirming, listening to Enji's sounds. You could just fling the curtain open, grab his thing and shove it in your throbbing cunt whether he liked it or not; but his recent rebuffal had your pride dented, so you lift up your maternal gown, and started to touch yourself too, mesmerized at his silhouette masturbating in the shower.

And you gripping his cock, thumbing over his tip smeared with pre-cum, was him being innocent. No matter his seductions, it was still your choice to touch him in his sleep. He pretends to turn in his sleep so it was easier for you to touch him. Your little moan as his cock stood attention when you finally freed him from his boxers was taking everything in Enji not to snap, and end the ruse. He grew harder.

You bit your lip as you grip him in both hands, savoring how he felt when throbbing. He's huge. Sometimes you forget because you got used to it. The thick veins on his angry red cock, it was so ugly but it wasn't the appearance that made you crave it. It was his long length and huge girth. This thing knocked you up for the fourth time. You took on this monster cock, creamed around it, had it down your throat, and stretched your ass. You whimpered. It wasn't fair. This should have been inside you daily, especially when pregnant. Stupid, Enji. It's not like you wanted to get knocked up, but it doesn't mean you didn't want another child when it happened.

You sit on his stomach, and you weren't wearing anything under your maternal dress. You shifted your dress so that your bare wet heat comes in contact with his skin, the curl on his abdominal hair creates delicious friction. Look at this stupid himbo face. He looks so stupid it makes you wanna sit on it, a better use than being the face of a bastard.

So it doesn't count as caving when a husband, Enji for example, stays still on the bed and lets one's wife relieve herself on one's cock, right? In his opinion, it's genius because this way, he has taken care of his wife's sexual needs while still making a point. Two birds in one stone. He keeps his face relaxed when he feels his wife's hand propped on his chest, nails ruffling the curls on him. You wiggled a little.

Cute.

And then, the weight on him shifts. He hears the bedside drawer slide open. For a few moments, there's a rustle of plastic. Was that a condom? What for? There's a click and a buzzing sound.

His eyes snapped open and he sees you holding of what appears to be a... toy shaped like a penis. Your expression froze and the mortification washed over you when your husband snatched your vibrator and threw it across the room with a thunderous expression.

"How dare you..." His palms are gripping your waist in an instant.

"... how dare I– you just threw my vibrator!" You crossed your arms, glaring at him even though you're totally in the wrong here for touching your husband while he's asleep and you're defensively getting angry.

"What were you doing?"

"What do you think? Fucking myself!"

"You were attempting infidelity!"

"WITH A VIBRATOR?!"

At the incredulity of your tone, he scowled. "Why not me?"

"One: you're asleep. Two: we're fighting. Three: i didn't have your consent."

"I was letting you take me!" He yells in exasperation. "You really think a trained hero like me wouldn't feel your touch the moment you started touching me. I was letting you! Take me!"

You stare at him– glared at him. Eyebrows twitching in annoyance. A few beats of silence when the tension snaps and you leaned down as he leans up, grabbing the back of your head to pull you into a hungry kiss. He pulled your bottom lip between his teeth hard, but not enough to bleed. It takes no time at all for the kiss to turn sloppy. You drooled while he licked and lips together again. He pushes you down so he could hover above you, the maternal dress riding up to your tummy, and your pretty cunt is in perfect view.

"Gonna fuck that petty pride out of you." He growls into your ear, beard scruff scratches against your cheek.

You scoffed. "Speak for yourself."

Enji rests a flat palm on your tummy. "Gonna fuck this brat out too."

Oh. You clench. Why does that turn you on?

His lips descends from your ear to your neck, his facial hair grazed your skin, igniting a familiar ache when he kneads your soft breasts, larger and fuller, now that you're starting to lactate. His chaste kisses leave stings in its trail down. Your hand flies to his head, fingers curling on his hair as his breath fans your pussy. Your back tensed, arching a little before you breathed out and relaxed. He kisses you there and squeezed you lightly with his lips. He flattens his tongue and pressed from the bottom up to the clit.

Enji pulls away and looks you in the eye as kissed your left inner thigh down to your inner knee, crossing to the other and making to the right inner thigh. He gently squeezed your skin between his teeth, and then lips. He sucks on a spot. Letting his lips hover on the area above your clitoris, soft and lazy presses. Enji grasps your thigh in place, and spit on your already wet, quivering pussy. He makes an 'O' with his mouth around your clit and sucked, holding it in place while his big tongue massaged the nub. You clutch his hair tightly, breaths faster, body tense and the your thighs begin to shake as you approach orgasm. His suction slows but the pressure is steady, when he fucking stops.

You pull his hair in frustration.

He sits up, and spits at his palm to lubricate his cock. He had to have more than ample lubrication (because of age), and he didn't want to hurt you. Enji just wants to take good care of you. He grasps your ass, lifting you a little as he lines his shaft. One of your hand broke away from his hair to touch him, hold the fat head and rub against your entrance. The bulbous tip felt good. You anticipate with bated breath, your mind empty but a chant of 'put it in.' You guide his length, as he starts to push it in. A broken moan was drawn out of you at the sensation of the tip finally stretching you out. Kami, it was sinful. because there's no way you could live without this. Once the tip was in, he fully sheath himself and it took your breath away. Enji groaned. It's been weeks. Too long. A long moment passed and then he leans down for a kiss, you taste yourself in his mouth.

"I'm sorry." He says.

You shook your head. "I'm sorry."

He thrusts again, starting a rhythm that strings out moans from you. The hand that guided his shaft, rested on his neck; nails digged and scratched down at Enji's intensity. He wasn't just hitting that spot that made you weep in ecstasy, it was a deeper spot that had you blurt out litany of Enjis, pleads, praises, curses, and demands. His thrusts grew erratic, and sloppy but he grappled to return to his pace until you panted, "Faster, Enji. Please– please." The knot inside you grew tighter and tighter. "Together." He grunts in agreement and the world blanked white for a moment. Enji lets himself fall on top of you. His crushing weight on you is a comfort you've grown to love. He doesn't take it out. He loved falling asleep buried deep in you.

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AN:

BONUS

I AM SLEEP DEPRIVED

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morepeachyogurt · 2 years

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fray narte; sacrilege

#poetry #religion #sacrilege #quotes #words #love #wlw #poem

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blacklilyghost · 2 years

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some ghosts you just miss, darling — some ghosts, you'd die just to see again.

-fray narte

#wlw #sapphic #lgbtq #goblincore #gremlincore #cottagecore #fairycore #mosscore

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notexactlyjuliet · 2 years

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no i am not kind, i will pull your heart out of your chest — stain it with fleeting moments of softness before running it over with my train-wreck hands. i will pick you wild roses — they all die in my palms; maybe so will this love. i will kiss you and hold you, as we slow-dance our way to disaster; all we can do is sigh and crumble like greek ruins dying in a modern city. is it so bad, then, loving you with the kind of love that breaks and terrifies, and leaves you hurting and burning and wanting more? is this so bad, then, when it's the only way i've ever loved, and the only way i've ever known?

— fray narte

art by: poling heart

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help-me-momma · 2 years

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Fray Narte

"Novembers love letter to July"

I've always loved you one way or another. I break out of your ribs only to bury myself back in. I've always loved you one way after the other. Everything else is a fleeting state- cruel, fluid transience leading me back to you.

Some ghosts you just miss, darling- some ghosts, you'd die just to see again.

#spilled poetry #poetry #writersociety #writers on tumblr #writerscreed #poetic #poets on tumblr #poets corner #writers and poets #frayromantic

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persephoneshellhounds · 2 months

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you make me feel like a child — a fresh, full, rosy nectarine tossed into the sun only to fall into a knife, driven in deep, driven in slowly, i wish i was the one holding it — fight for control, i always say, no one can hurt me more than me, such a sad thing to say as a child behind the closed doors, the light flickers, unfixed, the dishes fly and crash into a hundred angry shards — my skin always catches its anger like a clueless paper target waiting for its demise — it tears through the sanity, the slow-moving daydreams spinning smaller and away, it leaves a picture behind: you make me feel like a helpless child, so young stuffing my cheap notebooks in a yellow hand-me-down bag from a local politician — my mother bangs against the door as if it was the life stolen from her. you make me feel like a child hiding in my room as my father’s voice rains down like a bomb dropped above my roof: an anomaly, a wannabe, a mistake, god fucking forbid i wanted something more than this misery. god fucking forbid i nail my ribs down to my heart, it bursts and stops.

you make me feel like a child, so powerless and choiceless and there are floors to polish and secrets to keep and a mess to clean, my filthy cheeks with filthy tears, i just got the nerve to cry, don’t i? well you make me feel like a fucking child, barely thirteen when i tried to kill myself ten years ago, “go on, do it.” well fuck, i wish i did and now, you make me feel like a child of war forced to live just for the fun of it, for you to slice with words and crawl and cry like a prey under our bed, i have nowhere else to hide, i hope angels are kinder and gentler i hope flowers grow on my body when i die — my grandmother’s jungle flames, so red it drips out of my skin, so red it matches your anger, loud and big enough to make me feel like i’m a child, fighting for her stupid life, i throw in cheap punches, yes i fight for my stupid life but i might just decide to die, this time.

for a change. you should see the look on your face.

— fray narte, "child of war"

#poetry #girlhood #fray narte #persephoneshellhounds #poems on tumblr

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sophi-aubrey · 4 years

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Do storms ever feel lighter?

#rain #moments #gif

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k-e-n-bearington · 3 years

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These fantasies always end with you staying. Here, my heart can afford to break itself, over and over for you. Here, I never had to let you go again. Here, my love for you always, always outweighs the heartbreak. Here, we wake up each day: silhouettes choosing each other in the harshest feels of daylight — silhouettes choosing what could've been, amid the cruel sighs of the dusk. My love, these fantasies — they always end with us staying.

I guess some things, I wish we had. Some things, I wish were ours. Some things, I wish were us.

— Fray Narte

Photo screencapped from: Wuthering Heights (2011) // dir. Andrea Arnold