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(He/Him) I sometimes write nsfw scripts. I sometimes write sfw scripts. I mostly think I’m hilarious, because someone has to. 49. Adults only here, please.
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December 10, 2025 at 5:43 PM
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December 9, 2025 at 2:39 AM
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(Sorry…mostly)
October 17, 2025 at 12:26 PM
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Wood -Taylor Swift (2025)
October 3, 2025 at 2:16 PM
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September 27, 2025 at 10:59 PM
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You rn.
September 26, 2025 at 12:39 PM
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Like this?
September 15, 2025 at 3:35 PM
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July 9, 2025 at 7:34 PM
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April 29, 2025 at 2:48 PM
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April 29, 2025 at 2:42 PM
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April 29, 2025 at 2:41 PM
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April 29, 2025 at 2:41 PM
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You can call me whatever trope and say whatever you want, but if you put Blathers on there as an example for me, I’m counting this as an absolute win.
The result says pathetic grown man and features pictures of many characters I don’t know because I am a pathetic grown man.
March 22, 2025 at 6:11 PM
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How I’m picturing you right now.
March 12, 2025 at 10:11 PM
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If someone said that to me I might end up breaking them in half.

You’re thinking “no, I can take it”, but I’m thinking about the scene from the Jessica Jones.
March 12, 2025 at 6:48 PM
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Really?
March 8, 2025 at 4:07 AM
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As usual
March 7, 2025 at 2:53 PM
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I summon @profanity.accountant
March 6, 2025 at 2:51 PM
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Obviously.
March 6, 2025 at 1:39 AM
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As I’m playing DnD tonight:
March 1, 2025 at 1:35 AM
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February 27, 2025 at 7:58 PM
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I don’t know which you’ll choose. There are some that are definitively right. There are a couple that are also wrong.
February 27, 2025 at 3:06 PM
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This story started as a way to try to channel my frustration and other emotions to a more creative outlet than simply pulling away from everything and everyone.

I’d love it if you took a look at the preview pics then read the full story if it interests you. Please.

www.reddit.com/u/Whohasathr...
I can't handle the way you've been teasing me any longer. All night you've been hinting, letting me catch glimpses down the front of your dress when you think no one else is looking, making sly comments, letting your hand "accidentally" brush across the front of my pants. You know exactly what you're doing, and I know it too. You're testing me to see just how far you can push the limits at this party. To find out how much I'll let you rile me up before I tell you that you have to stop until we get home. But I'm not stopping you this time. You want to play a game of chicken? We'll see who blinks first. You manage to almost fully expose a breast to me without anyone else seeing. Then, pleased with your latest assault on my control, you excuse yourself to grab another drink. Realizing this is my opportunity, I briefly mingle, greeting a group here, a group there, until I slip out of the room and head toward the hallway you would have taken to the kitchen. I wait inside a doorway as I hear you coming back, stepping out just as you reach me. I grab you, adroitly taking the champagne coupe from your hand, and push you against the opposite wall. You let out a gasp of surprise, but any trace of fear or worry melts away, and your expression softens when you see that it's me. "You really want to see what happens when my control breaks here? Is that what you're going for, or do you just want to see if I'll tell you to stop?" | whisper harshly, my eyes locked on yours as I hold you against the wall. The only answer I get in response is a soft gulp as you realize what you've awakened. I ease the pressure on you and lift my hand to your chin, tilting your head further up toward me. "You know what to say if you need to stop, don't you?" I ask, my fingers caressing your cheek, "Just one word, and we stop." "Yes sir," you reply, your voice barely even above a whisper, "I remember." "That's my girl," I say as my mouth moves to claim yours. We kiss hungrily, greedily. Our tongues dance together in a simulacrum of our bodies pressing together, limbs entwined as we seek to be even closer. My hand runs over your body, tracing the curve of your hip, your waist, the swell of your breast beneath the dress.
February 10, 2025 at 10:08 PM
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I don’t want to be left out of we’re all doing this.
February 2, 2025 at 8:38 PM
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I assume it was this guy.
January 22, 2025 at 9:39 PM