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un-necessarycontext · 1 month
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The Horrible Tale of How I Managed to Fall for My Very Married Co-Worker
They say the heart wants what the heart wants.
But what if what the heart wants is not only unavailable, it’s also inadvisable, immature and immoral?
In other words, what if it’s trash?
Let’s be clear: I didn’t set out to fall for Declan (all names have been changed to protect the innocent [and not-so-innocent]). There was no lightning strike when we met. I didn’t hear bells or experience any kind of special tingle in my Spidey Senses. If anything, I was slightly repulsed.
It was my first day on the job at Work Co. and Declan was there to greet me. It was only the two of us, plus an irritable IT rep, due to the fact that it was 2021 and everyone was still working remotely.
Because of his mask, I couldn’t see Declan’s full face, but the top half was unremarkable. Blue eyes peered from behind John Lennon-style glasses. His mop of brown hair was clearly on its way to gray.
And he smelled. I remember wondering if there was something wrong with him, because the musty, slightly greasy scent wafting off of him was slightly concerning.
In short, not the first impression that launches an office crush.
And yet. Here I sit, three years and countless zoom calls, lunch breaks and strategy sessions later and I know one thing is certain: I want Declan.
Less certain: Does he want me?
There are times when we’re together, working or pretending to work in his shlubby office that I wish he’d clean more frequently when we lock eyes and I’m nearly certain something’s there.
I feel it when he calls me on our work from home days. Sometimes he’ll create a work-related reason—we need to prep for tomorrow’s meeting!—but I know our call will eventually devolve into our usual shoot-the-shit silliness where we talk about whatever comes to our mind, oversharing and ignoring professional boundaries. Even better are the times when he calls just because.
“I just felt like chatting.”
Or, “I need to vent.”
Or, best of all, “I was lonely and I haven’t talked to you all day.”
I feel it when his eyes light up after discovering another thing we have in common. There’s a small age gap between us, and he’s always surprised that not only am I aware of pop culture from his generation, but that I enjoy it.
I feel it when he says my name, more than necessary and often teasingly.
There is something unspoken between us, I know that. It may have to remain unspoken, with neither of us truly betraying our feelings.
But I have too much churning and bubbling inside of me. I need an outlet. And so I’m here.
Because there is too much on the line.
Our jobs.
His marriage.
Oh, and the little fact that I’m married, too.
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karihighman · 2 years
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omg it got better 😅 jimmy and hanako are too great — we love a supportive work wife & hubby
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fezlexfex · 1 year
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need a fic where fez and lexi bring their S/O to their company’s annual christmas party and introduce the other as their “work husband/wife” and their partners realize that lexi and fez are actually really in love with each other
Or a little different (for the angst)
lexi brings fez to her company christmas party and introduces him to her “work husband” and fez gets jealous and is like “wtf is this” and lexi is like “what’s the big deal” then they fight and make up
(also if anyone has already said this before please message me and I’ll delete <3)
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swaying--haze · 2 years
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feed me and tell me i’m pretty
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thirstghosting · 2 years
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realized I cant not be with you
or be just your friend
I love ya to death but I just can't
I just can't pretend;
we were lovers first,
confidants but never friends
were we ever friends
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nipuni · 7 months
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the snake of eden 🥰
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otto-c-graves · 19 days
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Also, never did I ever think I would ever have a work husband, but here we are lmfao.
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hansoeii · 8 months
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I probably won't finish this piece any time soon, but I wanted to share the unfinished version with you anyways!
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camilleflyingrotten · 4 months
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thruflames · 3 months
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the ineffable husbands as that meme
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un-necessarycontext · 1 month
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Hall Passes That Hit Close to Home
“Who’s your hall pass?”
At some point in our lives, many of us get too old or too married to play Fuck, Marry, Kill. Though let’s be real, you’re never actually too old or too married to play it, you just realize we live in a society and talking about fucking and/or killing other people might be a bit much for company.
Anyway, for those of us who for whatever reason, societal or not, feel like they can no longer play Fuck, Marry, Kill the way they used to, talking about hall passes seems to be a good way to fill the void.
What’s a hall pass?
For those who’ve never heard the term or didn’t bother to see what looked like a truly forgettable movie of same name, a hall pass is a person who you are allowed to step outside your marriage for in the hypothetical situation wherein they, too, are interested in having sex with you.
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Usually, this person is a celebrity, the thought being that there’s no way you’d ever actually manage to bang them and thus all parties involved in the agreement feel secure.
It’s all very innocent fun.
It can also tell you a lot about someone’s tastes. Do they go for someone astronomically hot for their hall pass? Or are they more likely to be seduced by someone perhaps not as conventionally attractive, but has an outsized public personality? It can say a lot about your type.
(This, by the way, is how I came to realize my husband finds women with strong eyebrows to be very attractive.)
Is That Your Type Or…?
Bringing this around to Declan, several years ago, we were all enjoying ourselves at a work happy hour. We were all a few drinks in and the conversation wound up coming around to the subject of hall passes.
Our coworker, Kasey, posed the question to me: “Who’s your hall pass?”
I inwardly groaned.
I should state now that my hall passes, like most people’s, reflect what I find attractive in others. And what I usually find attractive are tall, ridiculous, goofy men.
I have never once been attracted to shorter men who have no sense of humor but are otherwise objectively hot. I honestly don’t understand what others see in them.
This is all to say that I’m one of the weirdos whose hall passes aren’t incredibly gorgeous humans, though they’re very much gorgeous in my eyes.
“Jason Segel and Matthew Lillard,” I finally answered.
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Predictably, I was met with a sea of blank faces and spent the next five minutes explaining who each of those actors are and why in the world I’d want them over, say, Henry Cavill.
Eventually, everyone moved on and a few minutes later, the question was posed to Declan.
“Who’s your hall pass?”
He sat back and pretended to think for a moment, scratching at his beard and running a hand through his wild hair.
Then, for a brief moment, he turned and looked at me, before smiling sheepishly and admitting, “Selma Hayek.”
All right then.
So, Declan likes Latina women with large racks.
At this point, I should clarify that I am a half-Latina woman with a large rack.
Huh.
It was a little thing and no one dwelled on it—Kasey seemed more interested in discussing her hall pass with Ryan Gosling, but it’s something that’s always stuck in my brain. Declan likes brown women.
I’d already known at the time that I shared certain physical traits with his wife: curly brown hair, dark features, outsized boobs. We don’t look alike, she and I, but we don’t look different, if that makes sense.
A big difference is that she’s white and I’m… well, I don’t know what I am. During the winter when I’m paler I can pass for Italian. But once the weather gets warm and the sun hits my skin, it becomes clear pretty fast that I’m not 100% Caucasian.
And I’ve had to learn—as unfortunately many women of color have—that not every guy is into that.
But Declan, it would seem, is. And while I would never go so far as to compare myself to Salma Hayek’s beauty standards, I can’t help but wonder…
I also can’t help but wonder what Declan might have thought if I’d mentioned another one of my hall passes, who might be a tip off as to what else I happen to find attractive: Michael Sheen.
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Wild salt and pepper hair, unruly beard, at times hilarious and at times unhinged? Sounds familiar.
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glassiskies · 5 months
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in which aziraphale reverts to old habits, crowley is outraged, and they still do not talk about it
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lenaellsi · 6 months
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doodles from a happier future
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kadunud · 7 months
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mellowwillowy · 7 months
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A Husband Duty (GN, NSFW)
Instead of another normal love making session, you ask him to do more to you (FIC, junkie reader, IMG., more in Husband...)
—𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑳𝑰𝒇𝑬 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕
Yan! Husband who just loves you so much that it turns into another worshipping session instead of fucking you raw without any condom on.
Yan! Husband who just eats you out / gives you head nonstop until you are overstimulated, the whole bed is wet with your cum and drool, his boxer drenched in cum as he ruts himself against the bed sheet.
Yan! Husband whose fingers teased the insides of your clenching hole, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl and eyes roll to the back. Yes, just loll out your tongue and he'll take it for granted with his mouth, sucking and licking it while he relishes in the way you whine.
Yan! Husband who will actually cum undone just from lapping up your sweet nectar, drinking it all like a thirsty man who is lost in the Sahara desert.
Yan! Husband who refuses any of your attempts in giving him head, nuh-uh, he wants to focus on you and you only. He is already wetting his boxer with his cum, what more do you want? Splatter it all over your face and hair? He'd be so fine with just your hole ♡
Yan! Husband whose cock twitches so much when it is only the tip that enters you, imagine the whole thing filling you full and deep, he is already shaking from the ejaculation, cumming deep inside you. Do you think he is done as a '5 second, take it or leave it?'
Yan! Husband who has a questionable way of ejaculating but his stamina is not to be doubted. He will pound himself deep into you while his sperm paints your insides white. Every time he pulls out, the cum would immediately pool out from your hole only to be refilled with another. (Honestly, as expected from someone inhumane)
Yan! Husband who will not stop kissing you, be it your face, lip, body, or anything as long as it's you. Can you imagine the amount of hickeys you'll be waking up to? These will surely show the servants and others just how cherished you are in his hand.
Yan! Husband who will coax more of your sweet moans, pushing your limit further with every session you have with him, yes, he will fuck you till the sun rises if you can accommodate to him. The idea of it makes his cock twitches again, he needs to be clamped tight by you.
Yan! Husband who will not stop abusing your sex, pleasuring you with his fingers as he gives you a second stimulation while he is still hammering his cock into you.
"W-why, why do you have so much c-cum, in you-!?"
"I don't know dear, maybe it's because of you. You are driving me nuts every day!"
Yulian is such a healthy man ^^ how much litter does he have left to fill you up? Ah, the bulge... it's so arousing to see your stomach bulging with his cock and cum.
Yan! Husband, the King of Aftercare, bathing you with the finest body care, roses floating while his face nuzzled up in your neck. Please, don't do anything you will regret, you don't want him to hammer his cock into you again, the whole bathtub might be his cum instead!
Yan! Husband who kisses you to sleep, letting you rest after hours of fucking you dumb. It seems like the euphoria is gone and he has regained his sanity, evident from how he's thinking how to cover all these hickeys and bite marks.
Yan! Husband who presses his lip to all those marks, kissing it better while occasionally licking some.
Maybe he shouldn't help you cover it after all.
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goosetooths · 9 months
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im bildad-ing too close to the sun
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