#createdbymightyscissors

[haeriticsa]

closed starter for @createdbymightyscissors from kennedy waltz.

she had just gotten off of a long, grueling shift, and she was ready to just unwind for the night. a sigh escaped her as she put her hair up and started doing her skincare routine. once she was finished, she put her food in the oven and then she furrowed her brow when there was a knock on her door. she hadn't been expecting anyone, but she made her way over and checked who it was, it was her neighbour. a hum escaped her and she opened the door, "hey! everything okay?" she asked and bit into her lower lip. "do you wanna come in? i just got off work and i was making myself some dinner..." she said and opened the door a little wider. "we could have a glass of wine or something."

[isles-of-man]

Rupert sat at the far end of the bar, his coat collar turned high, carefully concealing the white tab of his priest’s collar still snug around his neck. It was still there—out of habit more than conviction—but hidden, as if even he couldn’t quite bear to see it reflected in the bar mirror. The place was quiet, half-lit, the hum of a flickering neon sign outside competing with the low murmur of two men arguing over a game on the TV. In front of him, a glass of rye caught the overhead light and did nothing to warm the shadows in his face. He held it, not drinking, just holding—as though the weight of it might keep him tethered to the stool, to the moment, to something.

The day had drained him in slow, bitter strokes.He felt like a cracked vessel, going through motions he no longer believed in, but couldn’t quite stop. The collar still circled his neck like a duty he couldn't remove, only cover. It wasn’t a lie, exactly—just a part of himself he no longer knew how to live with.

He raised the glass and took a small sip—not enough to fog the mind, but enough to quiet the sharpest edges.

Rupert’s eyes flicked to the mirror as the bar door creaked open, and before he could stop himself, they followed the figure of a woman slipping onto a stool a few seats down with red hair, confident shoulders, the kind of quiet poise that once would’ve stirred something bold in him. It wasn’t lust, or maybe t was—just the ghost of a reflex from the man he’d been before celibacy, before the collar pressing now, unseen but weighty, beneath his coat. His gaze lingered a moment too long, then dropped to his glass, heat rising in his cheeks not from the rye

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[cruelangcls]

@createdbymightyscissors liked for a holiday starter

"sorry to intrude, but my date has decided that just because i'm dressed like a hot missus claus that that means they can fondle me without at least some charm first," lennon sighed as she spoke, looking at herself in the mirror in front of her. the outfit let little to the imagination as the red skirt slid up, white ends, with white petticoats peaking more red and white lace beneath. the stockings were even candy-cane striped. "such a shame. they were hot, but just mindlessly grabbing my tits was a little much, you know?"

[wditdsmutblog]

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She was burning the late-night oil again. Sprawled out on her sofa switching her attention between the corkboard full of ideas and a PowerPoint she had just redone for the second time in the last hour. The only thing that was keeping her from completely losing her mind was the buxom redhead who was laid across the length of the couch. Talented lips wrapped around Evie's large aching cock for the third or soo time today.

"Deeper Maxi, you know how much I like when you choke on it." The woman commented offhandedly as she reached out and grabbed her PA's ass before giving it a few hard slaps. Maybe you should take off your dress. It's gorgeous as usual but I want to use your tits tonight and then maybe this ass."

[sugartclking-archived]

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Jamie's breath hitched at her words, the quiet confession threading through his veins like wildfire. He hadn't been wrong; she felt it, too. The tension wasn't just his imagination; it was alive between them, crackling in the charged air. And yet, even with the weight of her admission, she was still pulling back. All controlled and calculated. God, it drove him insane. His gaze dipped to where her hand lingered, mere inches from his own. It would be so easy to close the distance, to intertwine his fingers with hers, to break through the careful lines they kept redrawing. But she was right, this wasn't simple. Not with the way their lives were tangled up in expectations and responsibilities. Not with the way she was already fighting it, even if she didn't want to. Jamie straightened just enough to meet her eyes again, his expression softening, but his resolve hardening. "Smart, huh?" He echoed, the edge of a grin tugging at his lips. "Funny thing about smart... I don't think it's ever done much good for people like us." He watched the flicker of surprise dance across her features, the barest crack in that perfect control. His voice lowered, the words coming out rougher than he intended. "I get it. I do. But I'm not sure I can just ignore it... And I don't think you can, either." When her gaze slipped to his mouth again, just for a fraction of a second, it was enough to send a fresh wave of heat through him. Jamie took a half step forward, just enough to close that whisper of distance she'd tried to force. His steel blue eyes never left hers as he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "You keep saying it's not the right time... But what if it never is?" His hand brushed hers, just enough for her to feel it, his touch gentle. "Are you really okay with that? Okay with how your husband can't satisfy you anymore like you always tell me during our training sessions?"

[missperfectlyfinewrites]

continued from here for @createdbymightyscissors // zara & maxine

maxine gave a sigh of relief when zara agreed to help her. she appreciated how respectful the other woman had been. despite the apartment being so small, zara was alway conscientious of her space.

“they’re in the top drawer,” she said, pointing a hand to the dresser on one side of the bed. as she waited for zara to get a toy, maxine grabbed a few pillows so she could lay back. once comfortable, she spread her legs open to give zara access and allowed a thumb to find her clit again. she let out a low, soft moan as the pad of her thumb massaged circles against her nub.

"You poor thing," Zara murmured, moving towards the dresser. She pulled open the drawer, having a little rummage through and pulling out a vibrating wand and a dildo. She shut the drawer carefully, moving towards the bed. She shed her shoes before climbing up on the bed.

"So worked up," a sympathetic hum escaped as she settled between her legs, reaching to push her fingers away from herself before she rubbed the dildo against her soaked folds, letting out a soft coo.

"What a good girl," she hummed. Zara may have been slightly younger then Maxine but she was clearly desperate and in need of some loving, and Zara was willing to give it to her.

[missperfectlyfinewrites]

continued from here for @createdbymightyscissors // ellie & ros

"Good," Ellie murmured, a faint smile pulling at her lips before her head dipped back down. Her hands cupped at her breasts, tongue darting out to roll around her nipple once more. Her tongue switched to the other nipple after a moment, teasing at the peak before she began to kiss down her stomach, eagerly, wanting more.

[ambitionbled-arch]

createdbymightyscissors asked: ff

 ˖ ✶ If anyone guessed what Adrianna's after work activities were, they'd never go to what was correct. Because truth be told, she was a whore for breasts. She loved being able to lick and suck and kiss.... which was what she was doing right this moment to the strip club owner. She loved Ros's curves. Loved being able to pleasure the elder woman on her down time. And it certainly wasn't a secret. But Adriana loved doing this for anyone and would usually spend her nights with a boob in her mouth. Adriana glanced up at Ros as she swirled her tongue around the nipple as if making sure she was still pleasuring the other well enough.

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