leaving this blog. below is just the context, but unnecessary. i dont wanna air dirty laundry so it's super brief and im trying to be factual but yeah, im just hurt, confused and it's all a mess. pls ignore if ud like <3
i actlly migrated to this blog way back, so the friends im talking about are from a different fandom. it was many months ago but it still bothered me a little. i felt weird knowing my friend removed me and left the gc me and another friend used to be in. then my other friend has moved onto a new blog wifout telling me. and ive been soft blocked on another social media site. they both still interact. it makes me feel like.. ive done something wrong and there's this line drawn between us now..? i mean i dont even know what i did to prompt the first person from removing me, and i dont know for the second. i dont know, it's appearent i'm left in the dark on everything.
but i guess ill just leave and remove everyone from my discord too. that way i dont have to make things awkward for any of us. if there's a misunderstanding, talk to me about it? i just... dont get it. so much for preaching open communication.
if they ever see this, i dont know what i did to you but i hope it was never personal. if it was, im sorry if ive hurt you somehow. i wish youd told me what i did wrong instead of cutting me off. maybe ive created a misunderstanding between us? if i did i wish you spoke to me. it's wild, we literally met and had fun together inrl and now im just kicked to the curb. i guess i was a fool. i hope youre both happy and healthy, and you both take care.
im making a new blog to write for other fandoms, and i wont follow anyone back or interact wif anyone anymore. i dont even know what ive done. but this just makes me scared of befriending people again. i thought i had friends, but i guess i was wrong.
for everyone on discord: im so sorry ill have to remove you. i dont want to bad mouth or gossip or anything, so ill just remove myself entirely. i hope everyone continues to live wonderfully and i will be thinking of you all as i always have been.
if you ever see a new blog and think hey, that sounds like me– it could be, but who knows? i'll be everywhere and anywhere, and maybe you'll find traces of me in places you'd never expect. please take care, everyone.
big big biiiiiiiig chest and back. it's a universally known fact– an objective truth– that he has the perfect back. just the right amount of hard, chiselled muscle with a squeeze of soft fat. perfect laterals for you to scrape with your nails, broad shoulders acting as the perfect cushions for your sore legs to rest on... don't forget the little moles and scars scattered across his wings. the tiny hairs on his back act as the perfect carpet for you to brush your fingers against as you wrap your arms around his back, holding him close to you when he does you in missionary.
there's a reason why people disapprove of second hand goods, a good reason, at that. it's unlikely and the chances are slim, but it's possible that a pervert (like the clerk from the store you bought your recent macbook from) could've possibly bugged your camera. i mean, what are the odds, right?
how could you know that your camera has been actively transferring live footage of you walking around naked in your home, fresh from the shower or when you're stripping your clothes after a workout. you didn't know the stranger was broadcasting your stress relief sessions to his coworkers– like when you have your favourite vibrator nudged against the puffy lips of your pussy as you wriggle in bed, desperate to cum. his friends think you're a sweet unsuspecting thing, and when your laptop breaks down after a month or two as planned, you have no choice but to revisit the tech store again for a fix... and maybe receive learn tech tips from his fellow workers there?
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landlord! simon who lives below you on the ground floor, who has a direct view of the building entrance and sees you leave and return everyday. you usually greet him when you pass him in the hallways, but lately you've been avoiding him because you're a few months late on rent. it's flight for you when you chance upon him, and he has to hold back the predatory instinct to chase you down when you flee like a bunny rabbit.
landlord! simon who attempts to practice patience; he understands you're a busy, busy girl with her college degree, and money isn't easy to get by nowadays. he notices you return home late one night, dressed in pantyhose and a skimpy skirt, stumbling around in heels as you struggle to enter the building. he's never seen you drunk before- in fact it's probably the first time you've ever partied- you've always been more of a homebody, after all.
landlord! simon who inhales shakily when you bend over to pick up the keys you dropped, unconsciously teasing the growing hard-on behind his jeans. you're not wearing any panties, and he wonders if you're doing this on purpose...
landlord! simon knocks on your door– unsure if it's because of his lust or concern– and asks for you to open up. you obey, like the good tenant you are, and look up at him with hazy eyes.
landlord! simon whom you invite into your apartment (because you're oh so kind, can't leave your landlord waiting outside, right?). but somehow it leads to you on your knees, his leaking cock stuffed down your throat as you try to take him all, his fingers curled in your hair.
landlord! simon who pushes you against the kitchen counter, holding your waist as you bend your ass over for him so prettily, still leaking through your pantyhose as you stand on tippy toes. he has to crouch over you, hands on your inner thighs as he teases your slit, the pantyhose a barrier preventing his finger from pushing into you entirely. still, it elicits a sweet whimper that has his hair standing on end.
landlord! simon who rips the thin black material apart to access your leaking pussy, muttering 'bout how he'll replace anything he shreds, like those lace panties you just got (you don't question how he knows about your new purchase.) the older man stuffs you full, just right, and easily lifts you up by the waist to pound into you as you whimper and moan so sweetly for him, taking it all. your feet are levitating off the floor, toes curling as your hands push plates and bottles off the counter. you're creaming around him, sound of skin on skin filling the apartment.
landlord! simon whom you drag into your bedroom, who folds your knees to your chest, pressing his thumbs into the pit of the back of your knees. eats you out enthusiastically as you squeal and shake, singing his name but doesn't let you finish on his tongue, no, his sweet tenant deserves better. your landlord reminds you that he owns this building and owns you while his face is buried in your neck.
landlord! simon nips and bites your skin, laughing at how you won't be able to go outside because of these marks, showing the neighbours who you belong to. you're clamping down so hard on him as he sucks on your nipple, your eyes fixed on each other even when you breathlessly kiss each other, pupils dilated with lust. you're crying his name so loudly the other tenants in the building certainly can hear it all, but when you're stuffed so full and deeply it doesn't matter, does it?
landlord! simon who murmurs how he's close breathily in your ear, overstimulating you with the harsh rhythm he set from the start. you brokenly beg for him to breed your pussy, and he grunts and moans deeply as you ramble desperately, needing it, wanting it, to please please please empty everything into you. and who is he to deny his bunny's sweet request..?
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