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For my mental health, I need to grind my pussy on someone’s bulge.

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People ask why I'm single and no it's not because I hate men - it's because no one could ever live up to my 72 year old work bestie who leaves Werther's Originals on my desk when I'm having a rough day.

He stuck a tiny chicken wearing a spring hat to the top of my computer monitor over the Easter weekend.

Who needs dick when you have a work grandad? Not me.

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I wasn't born for casual romance. i was born to be mutually obsessed & push our souls together until nobody can tell where you end and i begin.

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So broke I'm boutta start selling used panties, man 😂

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Look.

I'm just a soft, squishy, needy girl who needs to be wanted.

What is the charge? Is it a crime to be soft and breedable?

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raise your hand if you have pretty nipples that need to be sucked on while a thick cock throbs inside your pussy

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something, something about the 141 men all being quite obsessed with you, placing bets who could get you first— everyone thinks it’s Kyle, he’s charming, handsome, who wouldn’t swoon at his feet?

Maybe even Johnny, he’s a bit of a dog, but he has a way with women, by some miracle, and he’s smart, maybe it’s his blue eyes.

No one thought it would be Simon, their lieutenant, of all people, anti-social, rough around every edge. A brute, curt, wears a skull.

Then one day, they get a message in the group chat from Simon, a picture attached. Kyle can’t believe it, Price, the dirty old man, saves it to his phone instantly, Johnny has to do a spit-take because there in the photo is you.

But it’s not just you.

It’s you perched on Simon’s lap.

Naked from the head down, back facing the camera, with your face buried in Simon’s neck. Simon gets a low enough angle, gets a perfect view of your pussy, stretched wide over his fat cock. Puffy and swollen, glistening with your sopping arousal.

With a simple sentence:

‘Look who I found’

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Ok, I am going to hell I know, but hear me out; I have a character for a book who uses magic and one non-combat use of that power is to share senses with others. For example as a younger woman she let her grandmother 'borrow' her eyes to see her sisters first born child clearly....

So I was toying with Demon Slayer fic ideas and got this character involved....and while our lord and saviour Gyomei does just fine without his sight, I thought how cute it would be if Leila offered to use her ability for him if he ever really wanted to see anything. Either something important such as when she helped her grandmother, or something small like seeing a sunrise. She doesn't offer this to just anyone because its such an intimate connection and ofc Gyomei is a sweetie so he would never ask her to do so without having the utmost respect for what it actually entails....

But I'm also a filthy godless heathen so I also ended up imagining them being married and her using her power to let him see her by fucking in front of a mirror.... so yeah, you're welcome for that idea I guess

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So I accidentally posted this instead of saving the draft 😂 consider it a No Smut sneak peek

Ruination

Travis is a bit fussy, focussed on detail, and likes things neat (definitely not Traumaaaaa from his crazy mama) and Laura... is not. She encourages him to loosen up a little. Aka - Hackearney pwp, everything turned out for the best, no one died, no I will not elaborate. 18+ MDNI

"Just come home," Laura sighed, "you've worked late every night this week,"

"I know, I know," Travis said, feeling the weight of every late night pressing down on him, forcing his eyes to close.

"And you were running around after your mother all weekend," she added, "which was very sweet of you, but the way she talks to you..."

"I know," he said, wincing at the sharp edge to his voice. Travis sighed, "I know... I'm sorry."

"No..." her sigh whispered through the phone, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to nag, I just worry that you..."

"I know." He blinked at the screen, the warm light of his desk lamp making the world feel fuzzy, "I'll come home soon, and I won't work late next week, and we'll have some time to relax."

"Pinky swear," she said, and he could almost see the shit-eating grin on her face,

"I would, but I'm not twelve," he drawled,

"Travis," she drew his name out, drawing a smile from him,

"Fine," he said with a chuckle, "I pinky swear."

"Good, I'll see you when you get home, baby. Remember, no work tomorrow!"

The line went dead; she never said goodbye, never hung up with an obligatory 'love you'. At first, it had thrown him; the disregard for what his parents would have called basic manners. One of those quirks that you come across when you get to know someone better. He smiled at the receiver. It was refreshing, in all honesty. She was never anything less than herself, never felt the need to hide the way he had for most of his life; growing up under his mother's watchful eyes had been... a challenge.

She had done her best, he believed that, but there was a reason that he chased perfection with such fervour, that everything had to be just so and it wasn't that young boys had a natural proclivity for fussiness and attention to detail. He shook his head, chuckling as he caught himself lining up the papers on his desk just so before he turned the desk lamp off.

The streets were quiet; a sheen of mist had drawn down like a curtain. Winter was about to bite down on the county, and the thought made his scalp prickle. Winter meant snow and sleet, ice on the roads, snow drifts... and an uptick in nasty accidents. Crashes, falls, and inevitably a few of humanities finest idiots trying to exorcise their mid-life crises by testing themselves against nature.

Nature always won; it took their lives or left its mark. He drove carefully, smoothly, never took chances. Kept both hands on the wheel. How exciting.

Of course, now he had a reason to be so cautious; someone to come home to. Travis smiled as their house faded into view from the looming fog. Home at last.

Try as she might, Laura never really managed to get one over on him. He might be surprised at what she was planning, sure, but he knew when she was up to something. Always had, always did. Or at least thats what he had thought until he stepped into the hallway. The lights were low, there was music playing from somewhere in the house and something smelled delicious.

Sneaky little witch.

"So you're finally home," she said, and when he stepped into the dining room he couldn't disguise the shock on his face. She was dressed up. No, dressed Up, dressed to kill; as if they were going to gala. The table was laden with food, tapas style. No need to worry about it staying hot. Clever woman.

"I am..." He said slowly, racking his brains for a forgotten engagement, a date on the calender, and found none. Of course, he also found no irritation on her face, "what's the... Uh, occasion?" He motioned to the dress, floor length, figure hugging, pale sea green.

"well, I was thinking to myself" she practically purred as she pouted two glasses of wine, "that you work so hard... And you're always fixing other people's messes." She led him to the table, gently pushing him to sit before hopping up to sit on the table in front of him. "Dealing with things that other people have ruined."

"uh huh"

"And I get the feeling, well I know actually, that you were never really encouraged to be... Ok, you got treated like shit when you made a mess, or your brother's broke something, or... Whatever," she waved her hand as if dismissing the thought, "you've always tried to be perfect. Right?"

"Tried and failed," he conceded, unwilling to nitpick points too vigorously when she looked like that.

"So I thought, wouldn't it be nice for you to be able to make a mess without feeling guilty?" She leaned back and stuck her finger into the sauce at the base of a dessert, licking it clean.

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Ruination

Travis is a bit fussy, focussed on detail, and likes things neat (definitely not Traumaaaaa from his crazy mama) and Laura... is not. She encourages him to loosen up a little. Aka - Hackearney pwp, everything turned out for the best, no one died, no I will not elaborate. 18+ MDNI

"Just come home," Laura sighed, "you've worked late every night this week,"

"I know, I know," Travis said, feeling the weight of every late night pressing down on him, forcing his eyes to close.

"And you were running around after your mother all weekend," she added, "which was very sweet of you, but the way she talks to you..."

"I know," he said, wincing at the sharp edge to his voice. Travis sighed, "I know... I'm sorry."

"No..." her sigh whispered through the phone, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to nag, I just worry that you..."

"I know." He blinked at the screen, the warm light of his desk lamp making the world feel fuzzy, "I'll come home soon, and I won't work late next week, and we'll have some time to relax."

"Pinky swear," she said, and he could almost see the shit-eating grin on her face,

"I would, but I'm not twelve," he drawled,

"Travis," she drew his name out, drawing a smile from him,

"Fine," he said with a chuckle, "I pinky swear."

"Good, I'll see you when you get home, baby. Remember, no work tomorrow!"

The line went dead; she never said goodbye, never hung up with an obligatory 'love you'. At first, it had thrown him; the disregard for what his parents would have called basic manners. One of those quirks that you come across when you get to know someone better. He smiled at the receiver. It was refreshing, in all honesty. She was never anything less than herself, never felt the need to hide the way he had for most of his life; growing up under his mother's watchful eyes had been... a challenge.

She had done her best, he believed that, but there was a reason that he chased perfection with such fervour, that everything had to be just so and it wasn't that young boys had a natural proclivity for fussiness and attention to detail. He shook his head, chuckling as he caught himself lining up the papers on his desk just so before he turned the desk lamp off.

The streets were quiet; a sheen of mist had drawn down like a curtain. Winter was about to bite down on the county, and the thought made his scalp prickle. Winter meant snow and sleet, ice on the roads, snow drifts... and an uptick in nasty accidents. Crashes, falls, and inevitably a few of humanities finest idiots trying to exorcise their mid-life crises by testing themselves against nature.

Nature always won; it took their lives or left its mark. He drove carefully, smoothly, never took chances. Kept both hands on the wheel. How exciting.

Of course, now he had a reason to be so cautious; someone to come home to. Travis smiled as their house faded into view from the looming fog. Home at last.

Try as she might, Laura never really managed to get one over on him. He might be surprised at what she was planning, sure, but he knew when she was up to something. Always had, always did. Or at least thats what he had thought until he stepped into the hallway. The lights were low, there was music playing from somewhere in the house and something smelled delicious.

Sneaky little witch.

"So you're finally home," she said, and when he stepped into the dining room he couldn't disguise the shock on his face. She was dressed up. No, dressed Up, dressed to kill; as if they were going to gala. The table was laden with food, tapas style. No need to worry about it staying hot. Clever woman.

"I am..." He said slowly, racking his brains for a forgotten engagement, a date on the calender, and found none. Of course, he also found no irritation on her face, "what's the... Uh, occasion?" He motioned to the dress, floor length, figure hugging, pale sea green.

"well, I was thinking to myself" she practically purred as she pouted two glasses of wine, "that you work so hard... And you're always fixing other people's messes." She led him to the table, gently pushing him to sit before hopping up to sit on the table in front of him. "Dealing with things that other people have ruined."

"uh huh"

"And I get the feeling, well I know actually, that you were never really encouraged to be... Ok, you got treated like shit when you made a mess, or your brother's broke something, or... Whatever," she waved her hand as if dismissing the thought, "you've always tried to be perfect. Right?"

"Tried and failed," he conceded, unwilling to nitpick points too vigorously when she looked like that.

"So I thought, wouldn't it be nice for you to be able to make a mess without feeling guilty?" She leaned back and stuck her finger into the sauce at the base of a dessert, licking it clean.

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I'm a picky bitch, I know, but I take a kind of sick satisfaction in denying myself.

I know damn well if I find someone that does it for me I'll blow their mind and ruin them for anyone else, and sometimes... Just sometimes I'm close to taking whatever I can get because I'm horny, but what's the point?

I'm looking for mutual destruction, devouring each other, tear through concrete with our nails to get to each other desire, not a convenient fuck

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sorry i came in my boxers while you were sucking on my fingers and it will definitely probably happen again

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moan louder babe, i still don't believe you love me

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“The mess hes gonna make of her it’s gonna be biblical “ never have I heard more beautiful words

It is going to be absolutely biblical. And probably a little fluffy knowing me 😂

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