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How I need her to be 🥀

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Always hump the boot that kicks you or whatever they say

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ughh boys who give you an edible with a dose just above what you're used to, so that when they lean you back against them to cuddle and start lightly caressing you and feeling you up the sensitivity is so much higher, boys who kiss your neck to make you squirm and laugh at how pathetic you're being when you whine and ask for more 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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butch who teaches you how to smoke in his slammed, shitty car, parked at his favorite spot to take girls and fuck. it’s a pretty place so you don’t really question all his lingering touches or the way his eyes seem to move over your body like he’s examining you.

he lights the joint for you, because he can at least feign politeness. though, once your inhaling it, you can tell he’s running low on patience. his car fills with smoke fast and he’s getting high from it too, grabbing his dick through his pants and eyeing you like something waiting to be devoured.

your scared, you haven’t done anything like this before, but it feels okay when he takes your chin and tells you he’ll take care of you. he blows the smoke into your mouth and you breathe it in, slowly, watching his pupils dilate in time with your inhale. his grip on your thigh tightens and- when did he get a hand on your thigh?

it doesn’t matter, you’re too high at this point and he’s too impatient, so it isn’t long before you feel curious fingers at the edge of your waistband. he looks at you with deceptively reverent eyes and asks can i? though you know he’d do it anyways.

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Lighting the bowl for them with the bong resting on my bulge, keeping eye contact as they inhale waiting for my permission to stop taking in smoke,

“Just a little more baby, there you go, dont choke, just like that”

I give a small nod and they let out a huge puff of smoke, their eyes glossed over and dazed.

I move the bong away and guide their salivating mouth to my strap, they know just what to do

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Snap an angelgirl's halo and then crush it up and mix it into a joint that you force her to smoke

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Something about the blowjob imagery of having someone take a hit from the bong between my thighs. Holding their hair back so they don't accidentally burn it, guiding them into getting higher and more relaxed each time they go down to take another hit. Teasing them a little if they cough and sputter from the smoke being too much.

Rotating this thought process in my mind like a microwave soup for the past few days

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having them on top of me as I am a quivering whimpering mess begging them to tell me I was made to be their hole only for them to hold me close and kiss my lips and tell me "no princess, you were made to be my girlfriend" would break me in new fun ways

this post is about arobreaking

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So, arobreaking right?

Except there's the fact that I'm demi-romantic and I love the idea of being forced to say "i love you" and act like a couple until one day I say it and realize it's true

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not! enough! arobreaking content!

some people talk about acebreaking, but nothing for dumb "aromantic" sluts like myself!

like obviously i never in a million years WANT a relationship even CLOSE to romantic, but...

imagining a guy i trust who starts doing grand romantic gestures for me. he knows they make me uncomfortable but i have no choice but to play along - maybe he keeps a remote vibe in me, or edges me for a long time to keep me compliant. or maybe he just guilts me into playing along, knowing i'm too much of a pushover to cut him off.

cuddles me to sleep, plays with my hair, sends me little love letters... all the while i hate it, it's wrong, but i can't escape. he doesn't let me out of his sight.

and then when he fucks me, he forces me to tell him i love him. forces me to say the most sappy, gushing, romantic stuff just to be able to cum. forces me to send HIM love letters with perfume and hearts and get him bouquets of flowers.

and eventually... he proposes to me. in public, of course - so i have no choice but to accept. and i become his wife.

...can i really still call myself "aromantic" at that point? with a husband i so clearly adore?

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I know that some people get very nervous around the idea of having sex while under the influence, but don’t worry, I’ll guide you.

You can come sit on my lap and I’ll hold your cup or can or whatever and help you drink it down, all while my other hand feels you over your underwear. We’ll go nice and slow, I won’t slip my fingers into them until you whisper in a drawl that you want it. If you really struggle with it, I can take the sip of your drink or take the shot for you and spit it into your mouth through a kiss. That way there’s less thinking work for you.

You can take an edible or something and I’ll slowly start to go down on you while you’re in a nice and hazey. If you’re comfortable with smoking, maybe I’d let you take a few hits off my joint, or again I can shotgun them to you, make even getting stoned something out of your responsibility. Just lay down and let me make you feel good.

I’ll tell you everything I’m doing and everything I’m going to do. I’ll make sure you’re as comfortable and care free as you can be while I work orgasm after orgasm out of you when you’re in your own little world.

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Little pre-cum wet patches in boxers are SO cute 😫 like yes baby, got all needy for me?

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🔪🔪🔪I MEAN IT🔪🔪🔪 (ID in alt text)

get the print and sticker here

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coercing a puppygirl into getting spayed so i can cum in her unprotected as much as i want without consequences

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asking the mothgirl who crawled into my apartment from the airconditioning vent if she'd like to take a nap in my kiregular jar

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confessional with a butch priest… please father help me seek forgiveness for my sinful thoughts. i just can’t focus in mass anymore. my mind is full of sin, thinking about mass being interrupted by you calling me up to the altar, bending me over and fucking me in front of the entire congregation while paintings and statues of jesus, angels, and saints watch. you pouring communion wine down my throat while i kneel between your legs. you tying me to a kneeling bench and paddling me until i can correctly recite my prayers. please, father, give me guidance so these thoughts can leave my brain.

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The next 10 pages (20 total!) of my Louie x Casey comic are finished and up on Patreon!

(Big butch werewolf gets bossed around)