Yeah, I like to read with my titties out. Lap it up.

Morpheus is just 🧍🏻 While Jo is 💃🏻

“Knock knock, Who’s there?” “Fuck off.”

“I mean, kinda don’t. Been a while since we were pinching cans of lager and asking someone to buy us cider down the corner shops.”

“Endless. One of them. You pissed that I didn’t invite you to the wedding?” It was almost three years ago. They even had a kid now. Little Demi-god.

“Someone’s got his knickers in a twist.” Deep inhale. Blowing the biggest raspberry

Look, I fixed everything. You’re welcome. @disquietdream.bsky.social

“Hey, Dream-Stick, can I bounce on it?” @disquietdream.bsky.social

Bored cat energy

RIP Morpheus, he would have loved 8 hour soap cutting ASMR for sleep

Stars were also his mother’s realm, she knew. That’s why he always looked just a little bit sad when she looked at them for too long. “You’re a regular little shopaholic, ain’t ya? I’d love to go anywhere with you. Maybe a proper crystal mine? Or whatever they are.”

“Me? What are you doing here? I heard you moved to Manchester to follow your dreams of being a deadbeat.”

“One session with a therapist and you think you’re the big I Am, eh?”

“Yeah, yeah, come here and cuddle me if I’m yours.”

“You know how much I love the stars and shit like that.” And how badly she wanted to touch them. Had he seen that one where they made love in the tower under the stars? That was her favourite.

She needs to brush her teeth. And rinse her mouth out with whisky. “Sir on my lap so I can fix you.”

“I had…” Coughing. Crying. Throwing up. “A horrible, horrible NIGHTMARE!”

Deep sigh. Vomiting.

SITTING ON MY LAP WILL FIX HIM

My husband is about to die. I’m so mad at him.

"And you're going to make them all glow, right?" Oh boy, what else had he seen on her phone? All those videos of belly dancers and the guy who did the hula hooping? "Can we add in some sparkly crystals to look like twinkling stars?"

“A garden on the moon, or a moon themed garden?”

“Can you strut and then let me ride on your dream-stick?” @disquietdream.bsky.social

"Me?" She eyed him back, lips curling inwards as she tried to remember his face. "Nah. Unless I was shit-faced, which is always an option."

"That pattern recognition makes you really good in bed, you know."

"I'm clocking you standing on the business of keeping up to date with the lingo." "Let me rizz you up."

"You're damn right I am!" "And anyway, they were just friends. It's not even weird."

Waited so long to be destroyed by a few broody looks and a voice that hits me right in the pleasure box.

She's been running all over this bloody city in search of @mysticalphysician.bsky.social, chasing down leads only to find that she'd 'just missed him'. Even found a bunch of his groupies having a bit of a sing-song. -

“He’s just got back and I gotta leave him to go hunt down a witch in New Bloody Sodding York.”

Her dress proved to be perfect as she steps through the portal and was hit with the York heat. Almost as bad as the London heat. “It lasted longer than I thought it would, babe.” The familiar scent of dried herbs filled the small shop, but as always, they went through the hidden door. -

"You know I love dahlias. I've seen foxglove that's white with black dapples, I bet we could cultivate some of those." Foxglove was a useful poison. Jo slid her arm around his and let him carry them both off to the Shambles of York. "We should get some bath bombs."

“Yeah, I know.” Her smile was a little wry, but she drew in a breath, mentally drawing a line under it. “You owe me shopping, dinner, karaoke, trashing a hotel room, breakfast, a museum wander, and then maybe lunch.” Finally her smile was reaching her eyes. “And my garden and koi pond.”

She was tempted to grab him somewhere grabable and twist, for reasons that would remain between them. But she was enjoying being close to him too much. For now. “Had a few benders, think I got a few new tattoos, got in a few fights. So I kept busy.”

Sorry I'm not available right now, I'm doing unspeakable things with this Dream-boat

'You saying I'm bossy?!' is what she would have said, but the lanky bastard and his mop of perfect hair knew how best to shut her up, didn't he? He always did. Her hands were in his hair, she was trying to climb up him, lips remembering the familiar feel of his mouth.

"Honestly, I can think of other places that work just as well." She's grinning at him, and then her arms are around him, head on his shoulder. "I missed you, you mopey bastard."

“In the bedroom?”

🕸️━━━━⊱✖️⊰━━━━🕸️ 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞... S̶p̶e̶c̶t̶a̶c̶u̶l̶a̶r̶ ̶ ̶U̶l̶t̶i̶m̶a̶t̶e̶ ̶A̶m̶a̶z̶i̶n̶g̶ 𝖀𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝕾𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝕸𝐚𝐧 🕸️━━━━⊱✖️⊰━━━━🕸️

"𝑰𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒐𝒘—𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍?"

₊˚⊹♡ ୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ ∂єѕιяє σƒ тнє єη∂ℓєѕѕ. ⋄

It’s funnier because you KNOW I know you know!

DO YOU WANNA KNOW WHERE ITS BEEN?!

He might not look like he gets bitches But honey, that dick was 11 inches

Oi! I was your sister in law in another world.

“Calm your tits, the Hellblazer is back.”

Drooling. (Sorry not sorry)

"Can't wait to see my husband again in a month." "Don't call me delulu, I know that lanky bastard fancied me."

“I want a Greggs sausage roll, a can of lager and two packets of crisps, PLEASE!”