DON'T LOOK AT ME 𓂃۶ৎ [ Concept: Pressing yourself against them. You promised your moirail that this would be the last time -- lips pressed into theirs. You pushed your matesprit away for this, and your moirail knew it. Yet there was nothing greater than this, with your scentsponge smothered in them. Hands find their ways to bruised skin, tongues exchanging spit -- breaths cut short by greed. Your matesprit didn't deserve you, your moirail was the only one who would know you like this. And when they shove their bulge into you so deep that you forget your name, you couldn't be happier. The next midnight, you and them sit up. You tell your moirail this won't happen again. But the both of you want it to. So it will. Again, and again. Until you feel empty without them pressed into you. ( #nsfw, #cheating?, i dont really knowww nhnhh, #railswithpails, #vileworks, really a rankwork but i dont wanna claim her tag, archive rating: E) ]
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will this be pUblishEd in the ObservEr this wIpE.