Jun 16, 2024
Think of all the cum you could be pumping inside me
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Think of all the cum you could be pumping inside me
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everytime a femme leaves a lipstick stain on a cigarette, an angel gets its wings
sometimes being in a fandom is just wondering why people want them to have kids
why did I just see the most transandrophobic fake post ever (/hyperbole probably). get that shit away from me
Icarus flew higher and higher and higher. Until the sun was all he could see. And goodness was it a sight. It was bright. Enough so that his eyes felt like they were burning. And he could feel his skin nearly searing off. And he could feel his wings burning.
Then he was falling.
He would surely die from this height.
But who could think of death in a moment like this? He had seen the sun. Gods, it was so large and otherworldly and so… beautiful. He would die over and over again if it meant he got to nearly touch the sun- if it meant he got to feel its golden rays burning him.
Before he could; however, a warm hand wrapped around his wrist.
A man had caught him. With long golden hair and golden eyes and warm skin that nearly glowed. There was no moment of realization- no confusion or disbelief. It took no time at all for the dots to connect.
“I must say. In all my years of pulling the sun chariot… no mortal has ever tried to reach me before.” Apollo’s eyes twinkled as he held on to Icarus by his wrist and he couldn’t help but sweat nervously.
So this was divinity. A handsome strong face with a beautiful smile and shining golden eyes that hurt to look at. A bow and quiver strapped to his back with a revealing toga that barely covered his chest. It was impudent- and blasphemous. Yet Icarus could not dare to look away from him.
“Y-You’re beautiful.” He blurts out unknowingly.
The god lets out a soft chuckle, “So I’ve been told.”
Icarus nearly slips out of Apollo’s grasp before being caught by him again, “Careful… you nearly fell there.”
“I… I fear I already have”
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if humanity ends up getting microchip implants in their brains in my lifetime i'm going to mod the shit out of that. I already make myself do side quests-- today's is add more music to my mp3 player-- but it'd be so much more fun and memorable if it had the fallout quest taglines in the top left of my vision and the sound effect to go along with it.
I just think there's something so intriguing about unintentional weight gain mixed with denial. The current state of the fashion industry definitely lends itself to furthering this, with most jeans being a cotton and elastane blend. I have a pair of high waisted jeans that continued to fit me through a 12 kilos (26.5 pounds) weight difference. Sure, they were a bit more form fitting, but surely I was just misremembering how they used to fit... Or perhaps they'd shrunk over time of wear and wash...
I love the concept of feedees outgrowing their pants as much as the next guy, but I do think there's something particularly hot about a pair of pants that simply change how they fit a person. For example, my hips and lower belly + love handles tend to be the main area I gain weight and I tend to have somewhat of an hourglass figure, so my high waisted pants will go from loosely fitting on my upper hips, to tightly fitting around the "slimmest" part of my waist
Alastair Carstairs Moodboard
Snippet from my unwritten story. :
"Because I will ruin you. I will destroy your life, your future. For fucks sake, Tom, you have it all laid out perfectly and I will set a torch to all that!!
All your friends and your family will hate me. Can you live with that? My family would never accept us. Can you live with that?? They won't accept me, your parents James, Mathew, and Kit. By the Angels, Tom I'm already a fucking menace in their eyes. They will not accept us.
What will you do then? Leave me? Leave them for me?! You will start to resent me, Thomas, for creating a rift. No... do not deny it. No, you will. Eventually, you will. Best case scenario, you wake up one day and realise I'm not enough, that you don't have any reasons to love me, and you’ll leave, and decide that I'm not worth all this. You would be right, I'm not. Or, you will die, resenting me till last breath. Your "true" love will turn to hate, Thomas.
And I'm done with people leaving, no matter how hard I try. No matter how much I beg, they leave. They always do, and there's nothing I can do to stop them."