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#mine: the punisher
transgenderbillyrusso · 7 months
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homoqueerjewhobbit · 4 months
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Wow, this "gender free" fashion brand sure doesn't have any AMAB models.
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cardinalvalentino · 8 days
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ok im really curious do you guys have books you consider your "white whale"? as in books you keep telling yourself oh yeah i really want to read that, but you keep not reading it?
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obsob · 6 months
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love and kindness and hope makes the world go round !!
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stepghost · 9 months
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manitobadiaperdaddy · 7 months
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Oh my Princess, it looks like that enema I gave you really cleaned you out. Wow, you made a huge mess in your diaper. Look at you. You're a dirty little baby with your 💩 diaper, and you smell really bad. Daddy is gonna put some plastic pants over that really full diaper. We don't want any 💩 leaking out on our walk to the park. No, you're not getting changed before we go. How many times do I have to tell you? You get 2 changes a day. Once in the morning, after you go #2 in your diaper, and once after dinner or before bed. I gave you that enema because you didn't go #2 the last two mornings, and you were talking back to Daddy. You know that always leads to punishment time. You can fuss all you want, but you're not getting out of that messy diaper until after we get back from the park. Oh, I'm sure people will be able to see your stinky diaper Princess. That huge 💩is making your diaper peak out from your skirt. Before you ask, no, you can't wear something that will cover your messy diaper. I cant wait to see the look on your face when you sit down in that messy diaper. The 💩 will definitely be testing those plastic pants. Such a dirty little baby you are.
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allegedly-human · 9 days
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Vending machine who won't give me my fucking drink POV
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veronicathegoddess · 1 year
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okay but bratting in public and taking it too far around his friends, thinking that he won't do anything only for him to drag me by the wrist out of the room. bending me over and spanking me as hard he could with his hand before forcing me to my knees to suck him off and then taking me back inside with the promise of finishing my punishment later. i take my seat, wincing and disheveled. my dress rumpled and my lipstick smudged and when asked where he took me, i meet his eyes begging him not to be honest but he looks away and says "i had to discipline her because she clearly forgets her place sometimes"
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angelgirl131 · 9 months
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need someone to inspect me. need someone to pull down my little white panties and laugh at how soaked they are after a night of sleep. “oh baby! i didn’t even touch you. what on earth were you dreaming about?” need someone to grope me and tell me they’re “just checking to make sure everything is still working” and when i whine and squirm against their hands they shush me and say “that’s good, that’s good little one. that means it’s working. now stay quiet for me.” i want my folds to be pulled apart and rubbed and licked. i want my clit to be clinically examined, pinched and prodded until i’m begging for a break. need someone to rub around the outside of both of my holes and make notes to themself about how tense i am, how much im clenching, etc. i desperately need someone to stick a finger in me and gasp at how tight i am “darling, it’s like i never broke you in at all! you’re gonna need to relax for me if you want to pass this exam.” they fuck me with a finger till i’m absolutely drooling. “we’ve got a ways to go, but you’re doing so well for me sweet thing. doing so well for daddy. now i’m going to restrain you now—no, no darling, none of that. i don’t want to hear any complaints. this is good for you. it’s good to be tied up for me. you can’t be able to move for this next part.” need somebody to slowly work a huge dildo into my cunt, the biggest i’ve ever taken, it’s heavy and thick and i can see it in my stomach. i’m whimpering but they just keep whispering “i knew you could do it, look how good my little wet hole is doing. absolutely made for this, i told you. so proud of my little plaything.” oh god it aches so much, im throbbing and moaning, but i wanna be good for them and i wanna do well on my inspection… i deserve to be inspected every day
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fathomlessgaze · 2 months
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artistry: you paint colors all over zayne's skin before he has to leave
very suggestive mdni + maybe some fluff+angst, zayne/reader, ~1.2k
warnings: 18+ only, making out, lots of hickeys/marking/bruises, they're both possessive tbh, an innuendo, implied to take place before medical rescue with allusions to things discussed in it but no spoilers for what happens in the card itself, allusions to foreseer lore, use of yn, pet names (my love, darling)
an: zayne in turtlenecks...the dawns shadow card......yeah...
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pulling back, you take a look at your handiwork, the colors and splotches scattered over zayne’s neck. with his face tinged an uncharacteristic red and his collarbones no longer an empty canvas of pale skin, you think he’s nothing like the rumors that fly around the hospital. it doesn’t take much at all to reduce him to putty at your fingertips, so long as that person is, well, you.
you lace a hand through his hair, only further tousling the ruffled strands and causing a little groan to fall from his lips. on instinct, his hands fly to your hips, lowering your frame that straddles him to his lap. “yn,” he breathes, “please, hold on.”
he pants as he raises his lowered gaze to meet your eyes, his hazel orbs boring into your own with a sternness that makes you bite down on your lip. “just because i’m not in the hospital this week doesn’t mean i won’t be going outside at all,” he sighs.
pouting, you bring your palm to his jaw, brushing over his cheek. “i’m just…i’m gonna miss you.”
“we will see each other in a few days, won’t we, my love?” 
you drape your wrists on his shoulders and lay your head down in the crook of his neck with a quiet sigh. “i don’t like waiting…” 
there’s a quirk to his lips at your words and he turns his head to plant a kiss on the crown of yours. “it’s just a couple days, and i’m sure you have a lot of preparations to do at work in the meantime.” 
while you know you’re being petulant, you can’t help it. you think zayne and his presence have bled themselves into every part of your life and being. you can’t remember what you did before him, and knowing the frequent power outages near the mountain and both of your busy upcoming schedules, you probably won’t be able to talk much. what are you supposed to do without him? what are you supposed to do when one day feels like a year? when a week brings an air of deja vu that makes a pit form in your stomach, as if you’ve been torn apart without him beside you before?
“i guess,” you mumble, sniffling.
“don’t cry, yn,” he exhales. he brings a hand from your hip to your face, thumbing away the small droplet that falls from the corner of your eye. 
“what if something happens to you?” your murmur.  
“nothing will happen,” he whispers. “i will be okay; i have done these rescue missions many times before.”
you let out a small whimper as you kiss the corner of his mouth, letting your own linger, your breaths practically becoming his. “promise me you’ll take care of yourself.”
even though he tries his best to downplay the way your care and concern reach his heart, you know him better than that, the faintest blush of pink building on his hot cheeks. he attempts once more at a serious expression as you discuss safety, a topic he wishes you would yield more to, but alas… pondering his options, a small smirk sneaks past his attempt to put on a nonchalant facade at your words. “i will promise that…but only if you promise me the same thing first.” 
“fine.” you pout, a much quicker agreement than he was expecting. “i promise.” 
you lean in close, your small exhale lingering between the two of you before your mouths meet once more and you gently nibble on his lower lip. a small moan escapes him, vibrating through your kiss and to your own body, but even he can’t make you forget your purpose. not this time, at least.
steeling yourself, you put on a stern glare as you pull away and ignore the pang from your separation that blooms in your gut. “your turn.”
he stares with a quiet intensity as you pull away, trying to feign impassivity despite his round pupils that watch your movement carefully, giving away everything you may want to know. taking your fingers in his own, he brings them to his lips, locking eyes with you all the way. “very well then. i promise.” 
knowing him, you can predict how his business trip will begin without you there and you shoot him a pointed look. “and the first thing we’re doing when i get there is having a meal together.”
his hand reaches for your jaw and cheekbones once more, cupping your face tenderly in his large palm. “alright then.” 
when you finally are satisfied with his response, resting your head back on his shoulder, you pucker your lips to his skin once again, pressing lazy kisses along his jaw. his muscles stiffen beneath you as you continue adding new colors and marks to his skin, his head falling forward to rest on your shoulder as he caves in.
“yn,” he warns lowly, the last bits of rationality trying to claw back at what’s taken over the rest of his thoughts. “at this rate everyone will know what we’ve been up to when i get to the base.”
“good,” you hum, the vibrations echoing along his skin. “i don’t know who’ll be there.”
maybe this was always a losing battle.
“so maybe that’s what i want.”
this was definitely always a losing battle, he decides. zayne would like to think he’s very diligent in whatever he decides to put his mind to, but if there’s anything he just can’t do, at least not without extreme difficulty, it’s saying no to you, especially when you give him your signature cute little look or use some of your other equally persuasive methods. 
your eyes flicker to his before you resume your work, painting warm splotches along his neck and collarbone. “maybe everyone should know you’re mine. just in case.”  
he moans at your words, tightening his grip around your waist, but he admittedly tilts his head, giving you more room to continue your efforts. 
a beat passes before you pull away to admire the latest artwork you’ve added to the collection of marks you’ve made tonight. “you look really good in that turtleneck anyway,” you whisper, pressing one last gentle kiss to soothe the spot before moving to the next inch of his skin to tease. 
something in your words jumpstarts what’s been hiding, lying low, in the back of his mind. his gaze hardens at your words, his hands finding and squeezing your hips to still you so he can flip you both and is hovering over you. “oh, darling, you better believe i won’t be the only one who will have to cover up marks and bruises.”
sure, he’ll have to get up earlier and do a lot to hide all the work you’ve done on his collarbones for the next few days at minimum…at least until you arrive and can help him conceal all of your “art” on his skin. but there’s no way he’s going down without a fight. and when he plants his lips under your jaw, hovering dangerously close to your pulse point that thuds along to the unsteady rhythm in your ears, you know it’s over for you. it’s gonna be a long night. not that you mind exactly…
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firethekitty · 5 months
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transgenderbillyrusso · 9 months
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softsoaps · 9 months
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Your honor, they’re in love…
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sketchyspirit · 1 year
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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖒𝖞 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘
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𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙  
𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖕𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙
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please reblog, I paint for the # comments  
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excessivebookshelf · 3 months
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Currently reading, as modeled by my cat
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rosquinn · 4 months
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my dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😋 this strain is called "crime and punishment (1866)" it'll have you zoinked outta your gourd 💯
me: yeah whatever. i don't feel shit
5 minutes later: i did it. i killed her. and for what? i can't be napoleon. i am going to faint at any second. i have betrayed and destroyed myself for nothing
my buddy rodion pacing: porfiry is lying to us
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