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voluminous-violet · 1 year
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hi :3c
i have a writing prompt for u
cute transgirl finds some pills that promise to make her lactate and make her tits grow, but finds out it has some unintended side effects when she rapidly gains weight and turns into a big fat hucow
VM: Girl I'm telling you, this is a bad idea.
CH: What? You said you were onboard with transitioning!
VM: Yeah! In a safe way, with a doctors help not some random back alley website???
CH: Whatever, be jealous when I'm rocking sick curves and you're not, besides that site was fine?????
VM: HALF OF THE MEDS ON IT WERE FOR FUCKING ANIMALS???
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Ok this clearly wasn't going anywhere and besides it didn't really matter, both girls were on opposite sides of the country so it's like either one really had any physical impact on the others actions. Terra looked down at the bottle in her hand and dragged a thumb across the label. "BeST MILK" was scrawled in big white and black spotted letters across the front, with dosage instructions and ingredients in increasingly smaller text written on the side.
Terra didn't care what her friend thought about this, she was tired of not having the fattest milkers on her street and she was going to fix that tonight, besides what's the worst that would happen? They don't work? Oh no she wasn't $13 dollars and shipping on junk pills and maybe she could re-gift them as a laugh. Pressing down on the lid and twisting, the cap popped off and she shook out a handful of the pills into her waiting palm. She had be denied the body she wanted, no, the body she deserved for a long time so it was time to start macrodosing this shit.
She slapped her hand up to her mouth and jammed all the pills in, and then promptly brought up a glass of milk and sipped enough to wash them down. How many had she actually taken? She didn't really know more than five less than ten but it didn't matter, Terra needed desperately to know if these pills worked and she was going to find out tonight. It wouldn't take long for the changes to start effecting her body, but it definitely wasn't in the way she had been expecting.
There was a warm sensation spreading throughout her body, but for some reason it seemed to be located in her belly and thighs currently. As Terra looked and reached down, she quickly knew why she felt so warm. The jeans she had been wearing were quickly losing any slack they had once had and were rapidly shifting into skintight leggings rather than pants. As she legs softened and plumped up, she noticed her shirt starting to ride up, her belly beginning to pour out with new rolls of fat sagging down over her waist.
"W-what the fuck? These were supposed to make my tits fat not make ME fat! What is this shit!?"
Quickly she picked up the bottle and spun it around to read the back, though not before she let out a muffled as she rubbed her tree trunk like thighs together, something that would be happening a lot more on its own now. Looking at the back of the bottle, she realized her friend might have actually been right after all. 'Bovine Somatotropin! Growth Hormone approved by the FDA for increased milk production in cattle! Use one (1) pill per Dam and calf, not for human intake, do not mix with lactose!'
"They sold me fucking cow pills? W-well what the fuck is it going to do to m-MRUUUUOOOOOOOOOO-e?!"
Both hands instantly shot up to her face and clasped over her mouth. Did she just fucking moo? Shit shit shit, this is bad is going to turn into a cow? Is this permanent? Is- wait why does her shirt feeling wet? Terra's panic was cut off when she glanced down and noticed the growing wet spots over her nipples on her shirt. She had a feeling she already knew what this was but she had to make sure, So slowly, she brought a finger down and poked at the wet spot, just enough to both get some of the liquid on her finger, and enough to draw out a breathy moan. Her hips bucked a bit but she quickly regained her composure as she lifted the finger back to her face. While she was doing this she couldn't help but watch as her tits were steadily swelling, stretching her poor top even further than her fat frame already was. Once she had finally worked up the courage to sniff her finger and lick its tip, she knew what was going on.
"M-milk...?"
Before she could even question it anymore a series of events happened in quick succession that would escalate her night to one of ecstasy. A loud ripping noise behind her clued her into the fact that her jeans had lost their fight with her new ass, as her panties were now exposed through the massive tear in her jeans. Her breasts surged outwards, pushing her shirt up and turning it into a glorified scarf. And nipples started burning, leaking like mad and begging to be relieved. All of these happening at once was too much for the girl and quickly brought her to her knees. Needing to desperately empty herself, she lifted up one of her now massive tits and shoved her nipple in her own mouth, gulping down mouthful after mouthful of her own thick, rich milk. While the other nipple was being pinched and tugged with her other hand, sending streams of milk through the air in the room.
Not a lot was going through Terra's mind at this point, but she did know two things at that moment. The first was that this was in fact money well spent, and the second, was that she knew exactly what was going to get her friend for Christmas...
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oobbbear · 5 months
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I want to post this here too because I’ve seen it happen a few times
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Please understand that there are cultural differences and language differences, if you see this happening let the person clarify what they meant, that person might just not be familiar with words the western side of the internet use
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palipunk · 8 months
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I’ve never seen anything like the press conference from the Palestinian workers at Al-Ahli Baptist Hospital in Gaza. They’re literally addressing the world surrounded by bodies on the ground. One is holding the corpse of a baby. I hope these images haunt every Zionist till the day they die.
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shegetsburned · 5 months
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bed talk w. sir crocodile ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .
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.nsfw.
content. mainly what i think croc would say in bed
“use your words.”
“i’m either joining or watching.”
“quit playing, princess. give me what i want.”
“mhm. you’re such a good girl, come get your reward.”
“tsk— is that all you can take? what a pathetic little cunt you have.”
“relax yourself, otherwise it won’t fit.”
"i don’t have all day. hurry up and bend over."
“quit squirming. let me handle this.”
“don’t worry about the dress sweetheart, let me tear it down so i can buy a prettier one, tomorrow.”
“so cute, all spread out for me.”
“don’t you dare touch yourself. i’m not finished.”
tell me he wouldn’t just spoil the shit out of you and then use it against you in bed.
“ngh— spoiled brat.”
“what do you think you’re doing? keep your hands still.”
he uses his ring to please youuuuu
“the rings stay on, spread ‘em for me.”
“is that what you do when you’re on your own? am i not giving you enough attention?”
“bend over the window so I can fuck you and you can look outside at everything you now own.”
“look me in the eyes when you’re fingering yourself, princess.”
“a safe word? ridiculous.”
literally laughs at you when you can’t masturbate properly.
“can’t do shit right, can you? i’ll take care of this little problem of yours.”
“you show these hook marks for everyone to see. understood?”
“i’m feeling hungry, come here.”
© shegetsburned 2023-24 Please do not repost/edit/or claim my writing as your own.
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bunny-twirl · 1 month
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Damian: أحبك. (I love you.)
Y/N: I love you, too.
Damian: You-How did you-?
Y/N: Guess this is a good a time as any to tell you I'm fluent in Arabic.
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bolithesenate · 5 months
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i just really love designing togruta montrals
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and thinking about how the patterns change as they grow
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they are very shapes
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aryxchse · 3 months
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who did this to you? | percy jackson x daughter of hera! reader.
a / n : didn't wrote about my husband in a long time now
warnings : blood mentioning, passing out, dark-ish percy, cursing, enemies to lovers, book percy is my babe fr
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percy was never the guy who judged the book by it's cover.
he had every type of friends. clarisse, who was the daughter of ares, the second god he despised the most. annabeth, which was his father's arch nemesis athena's daughter. thalia, the girl he couldn't get along at the first but realised they were same in different fonts, which was the daughter of zeus. also the arch nemesis of his father.
he loved his friends deeply. he was loyal to them to death and he always believed that they weren't their parents. until he met you.
you were the daughter of.. well.. hera. ranking the first in his 'i-would've-killed-if-i-had-the-power.' list. and ares with a red marker under her.
the moment you felt his judgy and awkward aura around you, you decided that you should hate him. you tried to love him, which was easy, believe me. but you always thought he hated you too, so you get along with it.
percy jackson never hated you. he was just scared from you. scared from the way you sometimes did acted like your mother. and if you would've turned out like her some day.
but you never did. you were always the same gentle, sweet, caring and motherly girl. at least to others. percy jackson was just keeping up with your attitude, the attitude he created unknowingly.
until one day, you came back to argo ii from your quest with jason and annabeth, all bruised up. jason was carrying you on his back while annabeth held your hand tightly, tears perking in her eyes.
"percy, hazel, everyone! come here please!" annabeth shouted as jason put you down gently. you rested your back to some wood wall that you didn't recognised at the moment. annabeth still held your hand, and you smiled. blood running down from your lip. "annie, m' okay." you mumbled, squezzing the girls hand.
"don't talk love," annabeth caressed your hair as the others rushed up to the main deck. hazel rushed to your side, giving you some ambrosia.
"what happened?" you heard percy ask, voice weirdly shaking. you closed your eyes and the sun suddenly was gone with someone's shadow. "hey, y/n, look at me," someone cupped your face. you slowly opened your eyes and saw percy staring at you. he had that worried face you loved so much, but never saw directed to you until now.
"who did this to you?" he asked, also looking at annabeth and jason. "who did this to her, jason? annabeth?" he asked them. you heard jason sigh.
you heard some mumbles coming from jason before you fell asleep, too tired to keep staying up.
when you woke up, someone was holding your hand. it was annabeth, who smiled the moment she saw you woken up. you smiled back, warming up with her caring behavior. "hey annie."
"hey sweetie," she said, getting up from the chair and sitting next to you on the bed. "how are you feeling?"
"great," you answered. and you did feel great. you were all bandaged and the ambrosia you ate earlier gave you energy. "what happened after i passed out? what happened to the monster?"
annabeth had a grin on her face that you saw only in special occasions. shipping kinda occasions. "well, after jason told everything that happened to percy- you remember he's asking you who did it right?" she asked.
"yeah, yeah i do. the last thing i heard was jason mumbling," you explained and she nodded. "after percy finding out who did it, and you passing out at the moment, he uh.. destroyed the monster. yeah, i think that's the perfect word for it."
she giggle at the shocked expression on your face. "i don't think the monster will reborn even, that's how crazy he went."
annabeth caressed your hair, the gentle expression she usually had coming back. "aside from the jokes, he's really worried about you. you passing out did not helped him. i could send him here, if you want."
"that would be wonderful annie," you finally managed to whisper, smiling at the girl. she returned the smile and gave your hand one last squeeze before getting out from your quarter.
not so after, percy ran into your room and closed the door behind him. "thank gods," he whispered, rushing to you. he embaced you in a hug that could easly broke someone's ribs. but you only chuckled, hugging his neck. "hello shark boy, missed me?"
you meant this question to be a joke to wipe away the awkward sitiuation between you two, but he seemed to get this seriously. "so much." he whispered into your neck, caressing your hair gently. "thought i lost you for a sec, pretty."
the pretty was new. he called you many things, not mean ones of course, but many things. the pretty was new, and it wasn't meant to annoy you. this was new too.
"nah, you're not getting away from me that easy jackson." you chuckled, inhaling his scent. the first time you actually hugged him, and finally find out what was the fuss about his hugs. they were the best. the ones that made you feel safe from everything, even from your thoughts.
"i know, it was stupid of me. i should've guessed the y/n i know wouldn't leave that easly." he finally pulled away, quickly wiping his face with the back of his hand. was he crying?
"hey perce," you finally looked at his eyes. he never saw this soft expression on you, at least not looking at his way. at that moment, he was scared of what he could do to see you looking at him like that all the time.
"yeah?" he asked gently, holding your hands in his. you thought you should return the care, so you caressed his hands with your thumbs.
"thank you." you said. "for, in annabeth's words, destroying that monster. and for getting worried about me."
he smiled. a geniune smile you only saw giving to his friends. "anytime angel, would fight the gods for you." he said, looking at you with puppy eyes.
"i'm sorry for acting like the way i did," you said, ignoring the butterlies dancing in your stomach. "thought you hated me."
"hate you?" he shouted a bit, squeezing your hands. "i never hated you. i thought you hated me."
"i did!" you bluntly said, and that earned a chuckle from him. "because you judged me because of my mother!"
"no! i swear i didn't mean that to happen," he said quickly, sitting close to you. "i was just scared you'd be all.. mean like your mother. but i realised you weren't and i was so late to fix everything. you were already hating me."
you only sighed, and looked at your intertwined hands. it made you touch your foreheads, and he leaned to you gladly. "i was so scared i lost you before i even made it up." he whispered.
"don't worry, i'd haunt you." you laughed, and he laughed along with you.
you pulled away your one hand to caress his cheek, which he accepted the touch happily. his gaze suddenly flickered to your lips, and the next second he was leaning in.
"would you like to know another fact?" he said, grinning like a devil. you nervously smiled, thumb caressing his jawline. "what?"
"i wanted to kiss you for a sickingly long time now," he said quietly, leaning in until your nose touched. you prayed to every olympian that he wouldnt hear your heartbeat, beating crazy inside your ribs.
"yeah? i knew you had a thing for me," you teased, holding his chin in your fingers. he only continued grinning, his breath hitting your lips. "you were stupidly obvious about it."
"i don't give a single fuck," he breathed out before smashing his lips onto yours, eagerly kissing you. his hands cupped your face and you gripped his shirt.
the kiss felt like it was bound to happen. like it was a prophecy becoming true. you secretly knew this would happen eventually, because he indeed was stupidly obvious about his feelings. you always thought percy jackson hated you, but everytime you turned your head, he would be there. standing by your side.
you pulled away only to breath, lips still few inches away. "i had a thing for you too, if you couldn't tell." you chuckled. he let out a breathless laugh, annoyingly hot.
"yeah i figured it out," he said. then he finally looked away from your lips to stare deep in your eyes, grinning. "you're stuck with me now angel. prepare yourself to see me everytime, attached to you by the hip."
"when did i never?"
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ellabsbb · 8 months
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cocky loser stoner modern ellie hc’s
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• such a job hopper. fast food, retail, random places like menards, the zoo
• her car is so shitty and it’s kinda stinky from the weed and maybe a bit dirty.. but she’d so clean it for you and put some air fresheners in the vents <3
• in the not so distant future she totally becomes one of those rich famous streamers and buys joel a house but shh that’s in the future so for now
• also her seat in her car is leaned back so far and so low there’s no possible way that’s comfortable right??
• sorry idk why i keep thinking about the car but also she has snacks in there always! but they’re like. opened, old, stale, half gone.. yeah
• a player, community strap if you will, but like come on can you blame her it’s not her fault she gets bitches (her words not mines)
• will smoke you out and take you to mcdonald’s what more could a girl ask for
• and she’ll pay even though she’s broke 90% of the time
• always texting joel memes he doesn’t understand in the slightest
• tells him about girls she’s been with just to embarrass him LOL
“joel you have to see this girl she had the most juicy-”
“alright that’s enough, i know i didn’t raise you to talk like that.”
• sometimes (most times) she’ll just wake up and throw on whatever she first puts her hands on. and doesn’t even care enough to pretend to be embarrassed when you see her in public in baggy pants with one leg rolled up, the most wrinkled shirt ever, and socks that aren’t even the same length
• refuses to wear any other shoes than her beat up busted up converse. they have several holes. you can see her socks. the shoelaces are torn. come on
• says stuff like she’ll buy you the most expensive gifts when she “makes it”
• you have to force her to put chapstick on and she’s so one of those people that only uses the original one with no fun flavors
• basketball shorts or boxers to sleep kind of girl
• always so warm omg (i am putting my cold feet on her idc)
• in conclusion i need her 🫡
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tubbytarchia · 3 months
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For the ranchers a bit more shleep i just really like charakters comfy and nice:Dc /nf
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Eepies. Jimmy woke up to really sore wings but its okay because Tango
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smuddee-papabear · 1 month
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Thinking of a dragon that's hoard is entirely made up of knights who came to slay him and were all fucked out of their minds instead. (male dragon X male reader)
Just imagine you're a knight sent to slay a dragon who has killed an unholy amount of your fellow knights. You're not feeling too great about your chances but you weren't given a choice by your king, who just wants the beast's horns mounted above his throne.
You found the cave easily, even getting in was a breeze, but instead of piles of jewels and other fineries you see a good chunk of half or fully naked men lounging casually.
You're almost too shocked to notice the unmistakable feeling of something looming behind you. But notice it you do.
Whirling around isn't an option. A large clawed hand curls around your torso as a single claw slips your helmet off. Hot breath hits your newly exposed neck.
"Hello little knight. Did the king send me another treasure for my hoard?"
The men in the cave turn at the voice, and with heavy shock you realize that you recognize several of them. A blonde man lounging nude next to a natural pool was the very knight sent out before you.
His knowing smile does nothing to ease your confusion.
The dragon lets out a low growl as he turns you around. "Look at me little one."
You brace your sword for an attack but the creature stuns all action from you. His emerald scales seem to glitter in the dappled light, massive curled horns framing the sharp face lowered to stare back at you. There's an elegant grace to his poised musculature; powerful but sleek.
His body is long and slender. It's nothing like the stocky build you were expecting to encounter. Lost in awe you almost miss the sound of your sword clattering upon the stones.
His amber eyes crinkle as if in amusement. There's an animalistic playfulness in them that holds you hostage. "Quite a lovely little trinket you are. Come, we'll get those awful chunks of metal from your body so I may see you properly."
Before you can object you're scooped up in those massive claws and taken to a smaller pocket in the cave out of view to the others. You were back to complete confusion.
Dragons were supposed to like treasure, gold and jewels and silver, not knights.
Your armor is removed with a delicate and practiced air. This was most definitely not the first time the dragon unclothed a human knight.
Stripped bare you suddenly feel self conscious. The way the dragon's gaze trails every curve, every scar and blemish, causes a fire to burn across your skin.
A low rumble fills the cavern. "Yes, you will make a fine addition to my hoard."
Movement draws your eyes to the dragon's lower legs. A spear tipped cock was unsheathing, already dripping to the stones. It was small for his size but still massive compared to yourself.
Was he expecting you to take that? You figured it would end up splitting you in two. Again before you can protest you are firmly pressed into the fur lined bed.
His long tongue trails down, the warmth giving you goosebumps as it travels over your sternum to your belly and even lower. A whine slips from your lips as your own cock hardens in response. The dragon lets out a rumble.
Something slides to your ass. For a moment you panic, thinking it to be the dragon's cock already, and twist to see. It's not his penis.
You realize it's a claw, worn down to a dull point for safety. As your entrance is teased you fight against you own thoughts. You shouldn't enjoy this! You should be slaying the beast!
But you can't deny the warm weight that settles in your lower stomach, the barely contained whimpers. Many knights have lovers but you chose not to. You wanted to be fully dedicated to your training. Unfortunately that didn't mean that you didn't feel the urges, it just meant you never acted on them before.
And now you are so desperate to feel it that your orders are slipping from your mind.
Your dragon licks and teases until you're shaking. Once you're a begging mess he pulls his claw back and positions his cock. You moan as it goes in.
It's so large it burns but not in a way that makes you want to stop. In, in in, until he bottoms out. You never thought you'd feel this full. Your dragon waits until your muscles ease to start a steady pace.
His rumbles combine with your groans. You scramble to grab ahold of him, finding his forearms, and arch your back. New sensations wipe the last of your concerns from your mind.
"Ple-please-!" Your breathy whisper causes your dragon to shudder. From the side of your vision you see his pupils blow out.
No longer gentle, you dragon's eyes roll up as his hips buck the thick penis into your hole over and over. The calm pace turns into a fever pitch. You squirm from the overwhelming pleasure rolling over you in thundering waves.
You feel a climax building and with a breathy gasp white ropes shoot out onto your dragon's scales and your own belly. That only encourages him more.
He takes quite a few more minutes, amazing minutes, to cum himself. A roar shakes the cavern.
Your dragon doesn't collapse on you so much as lays down but his weight still bears down strong. Both of you are breathing hard.
"The claiming process is long, trinket. I need to be sure it properly sticks." Your chest heaves in anticipation. A few hours, the rest of the day, you weren't sure how long long was but you find yourself too cock drunk to care. The dragon's tongue laps your chest again.
In the end, "long" is a three day haze of pleasure and climaxes. Being sent to slay the dragon, you decide, was the best thing to happen to you.
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originalartblog · 1 year
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fuck it *wholesomes your skk*
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oatbugs · 2 months
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last night i got home kind of tipsy and very much in tears and my mother told me the force you exert to keep someone in your life is proportional to the force with which they will leave your life. if you have to fight tooth and claw to keep them, their leaving will be just as hard, just as harsh, and just as definite.
#she said it like a law. its just momentum.#also she told me to get a therapist and start archery ASAP bc i need to get it together#and also she said even granting that this person u were in love w was So Special . as in hot motorcycle-riding iranian masc lesbian in ldn#they arent the only one on earth and that once i start my proper adult life outside of studies etc etc i will probably no longer live in th#UK. she said most non straight iranians u would like have left the country anyway . where do you think they went? theyre out there#and also she asked me to imagine how many hot gay iranians there may be in italy or amsterdam or smth and i was like ok points 😭 maybe#ur right. anyway i was having a feeling of dread bc crying into the arms of ur strict asian mother while buzzed usually results in#death chaos destruction etc in the next few days but actually i think maybe she has genuinely changed as a person and the fear is#unwarranted#anyway i need to eat breakfast and study w the date person i met yesterday#they are so nice ??? genuinely so so sweet i dont feel attracted to them at all omg i genuinely think i have a thing for hot evil ppl 😭#but we could b besties . theyre a lot more romantic than the ex situationship person too like generally . ugh they should be perfect but#alas it appears i am shallow as fuck or potentially a lesbian actually#OH THEY MIGHT ALSO BE POTENTIALLY A LESBIAN BTW#i think i just tend to not date cis ppl entirely by accident#....feel free to rb if u want btw sorry for the rant
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drawnfamiliarfaces · 5 months
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i....am so normal about them
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anemone-ships · 3 months
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˚✧₊⁎ imagine you and your f/o going to a good old fashioned roller disco!! which one of you is the more confident skater, while the other hangs onto the side of the rink for dear life? perhaps you're both a little nervous, holding one another's hand to keep stable! or maybe the two of you are naturals, turning heads as you spin together in the middle of the floor!
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pro.ship dni
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2smolbeans · 3 months
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hear me out: mc that is terminally ill but hasnt told anyone, and at one point they just start coughing blood and laughing when the brothers try to help them because they finally feel like they have control instead of the brothers (like replaced au one or just in general with the brothers being to obsessive)
Oh no..In that type of situation, Mc should pray that the brothers never find out about that terminal illness. They also better pray that if they die from that illness that they're going straight to heaven, otherwise that's just a life sentence with the brothers!
I mean, you don't think the evil ancients that were created ever since the creation of mankind don't know a thing about manipulating life itself? I mean, if Lucifer ever so wanted, he could take a living being and separate it from itself - skin from bone- atom by atom. He's done it before, multiple times.
I mean, haven't you heard of realilty flipping demons..? And the seven deadly sins are much higher than those demons, so imagine the possibilities..The only reason why they haven't completely broken your soul and rebuilt it by their will is because..Well, where's the fun in that? They love you for who you are!
So if Mc had a terminal illness, you better pray that it kills them fast or that the brothers don't notice. But I mean, with the pact marks littered all over your body, I think they already knew. At this point their just waiting for you to say something! (The only person who's suffering is yourself..So instead of throwing up and coughing blood, why don't you just ask them to fix it..?) Because at any time they think you're just at the grasp of death - your potential freedom - they could always just snag you back to life and into their arms. I mean, the absolute horror on your face from just tasting death to being brought back to life would be adorable!
Ahh.. Now thinking about it..Isn't it hopeless either way?
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diapereddarling · 4 months
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Currently thinking abt tummy rubs and massages to help their partner get through some slight constipation... The little whines and whimpers as their hands press down and the cute redness that spreads across their cheeks as they finally feel relief hit them as they manage to start pushing it out into their diaper <3
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