I Need Him To Bruise My Cervix

we're having sex and you pull out at the end to discover your cock is entirely gone, dissolved (ive digested it like a pitcher plant). bye!

I’m not looking for absolution,

Because I found myself an old solution.

a collection of musings I haven't managed to format into drabbles but I've still been thinking about

You can jack off to me but it HAS to be desperate and weird. If your lips aren't wet with curses and chest heavy tight with love and loathing you haven't earned it.

First off, if you found this, hi! This is a side account for my main blog where I primarily reblog and occasionally post suggestive leaning and NSFW content.

With that right out of the gate, minors and ageless blogs DNI. If I see you interact, you will be blocked. TERFs, Pro-ship, MAP blogs DNI; if I see you interact, you will be blocked.

“you are a gift from god, you are my gift. he sent you to me.” while he bruises my cervix >>

making slow passionate love with your f/o on a cold stormy day, safe inside from the chill and wind with only dull light and the heat of your bodies to warm you. on the ground, only the sound of the pouring rain just beyond the walls and greyed windows as they kiss you fiercely, feel you all over, grind on you into the floor... you can't get enough of each other. you only speed up as you both get ready to cum together, but once just isn't enough. by the time you're done, the storm has passed ♡

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a very merry smissmas to you all ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡