#Long Overdue

[nikkipettt]

May Luocha wanters be Luocha havers!

[stupidlypregnant]

I'm already two months pregnant when I start dating someone, but I'm not telling him. Nobody wants to be with someone carrying somebody else's pups. So when we're finally in a relationship - I'm almost three months along - I pretend it's his babies filling my belly - oh, the condom must've been broken - and he believes me.

Oh, you know it's just because I'm skinny that I'm showing so early. - It's twins, you can't compare that to a single pregnancy. - They're just really big, it's good, that means they're healthy. And he believes me.

I'm surprised myself when I reach full term, my whole body aching, poor belly impossibly full and the babies inside active as ever. I know I'm due, overdue almost but he thinks I still have minimum two months to go, saying he can't wait to see me ready to pop. What I already am.

He's obsessed with my gravid form, thinking the babies bulging inside me are his makes him posessive, proud. He praises me for doing so well, carrying such big pups. His hands are on me all the time, he's trying to hold back but I know he's so turned on by the state I'm in.

And I loved it all these months, him satisfying my needs, relieveing me more frequently when I couldn't reach around my middle anymore. Fucking me hard and deep, telling me he wants to keep me like this forever.

But now I can barely take it anymore. Everytime he fucks me I'm afraid it'll kickstart labor. The first baby already dropped so low, making it impossibly hard for me to stand - or worse - walk, the pressure being so bad it feels like they'll just fall out of me if I move. But he wants me healthy so we go on torturing walks, just down the street, but I need to lean on him, clutching my heavy gut with both hands.

Soon I can't leave the bed anymore, even sitting becomes uncomfortable. My body is ready, I feel it but I can't go into labor. There's no way he'll let me have the babies at home when he thinks they're coming too early. There's no way I'll make it near the false due date either.

But the involuntary bedrest I'm on is doing wonders. Days and weeks pass and soon I'm almost a whole month overdue, looking ripe and plump - obscenely pregnant. I'm as relieved as I'm concerned, but I can't share these thoughts because that would lead to him taking me to a doctor and the truth coming out.

I've been having irregular cramps for weeks now, the last days they're coming more frequently. I play them off as a stomach ache whenever he catches me whimpering in pain, fingers digging into the tight orb. He coos at me, rubbing his hands all over the sensitive skin, telling me how good I'm holding on.

The days pass in slow agony until I wake up one night experiencing the most painful cramp until now. I can't hold back the groan leaving my mouth, starting him awake. He reaches for my belly in concern, fingers running over the hard surface, asking me what's wrong. I lie, saying they're probably early Braxton Hick's and as always he believes me.

I don't fall asleep again that night, I'm squirming in bed, breathe as quiet as possible through the now full on contractions seizing up my belly, making the babies kick and move violently inside me. As soon as he leaves for work I don't hold back anymore. I moan whenever the pain takes over, massage the sore muscles of my tummy, the pups sinking lower and lower, making me spread my legs to make room for them.

Hours later the truth hits me. These babies will come and I can't do anything to stop it. He'll find out and he'll leave me and I'll be alone with two kids. With that thought not only the the door to the bedroom opens, also my water breaks, followed by the most overwhelming contraction yet. It's over.

Finally, he says and comes to kneel between my legs, taking off my soaked pants only to sink his fingers inside me without a warning. Almost completely dilated. He must see the confusion written over my face, so he chuckles softly, placing both hands on my misshapen belly. I was waiting for your body to give out. Let's get these pups out of you so you can carry mine.

[samptlay]

♡ ⁠◍⁠• Skin That Cries Golden Tears • Chapter 1 ◍⁠

◍⁠ Summary:

It had to be by God’s will that your life had come to a short end. Why else would he allow you to get pushed off of a bridge and drown to your death, at the age of 26? Well, what should have been the end of your life when your ex killed you off for rejecting his love once again. So you were definitely in a haze when you woke up at the highest peak at Qingyun Peak on a floating island, inside your favorite game.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn't your fault. Why did he hate you so much? You let him go, told him to move on, that you would even bless him with his newfound lover. Even if he didn’t stay loyal, even if he begged on his knees to have a chance of making things right. Though there wasn’t anything that could change your mind, cheating is unforgivable and unforgettable. 

However, you were too precious, perfect, and good for everyone else. So he decided. If he couldn’t have you, no one would. Hence the downfall of your life. Or the uprising? The people of Teyvat are sure to make your arrival a pleasant experience, after all, they’ve been expecting you for centuries.

It had to be by God’s will. Why else would he allow you to get pushed off of a bridge and drown to your death, at the age of 26?

It wasn’t fair. It wasn't your fault. Why did he hate you so much? You let him go, told him to move on, that you would even bless him with his newfound lover. Even if he didn’t stay loyal, even if he begged on his knees to have a chance of making things right. Though there wasn’t anything that could change your mind, cheating is unforgivable and unforgettable. It means you have no respect for your partner and no loyalty. Both those things are required if a couple wants to last. Without them, the relationship is doomed to fail, which is what happened.

However, that could never be the end, not for you or him. 

Greedy. too greedy, and so, so selfish. He couldn’t let go. He couldn't move on, even with another woman waiting for him at home. He couldn’t take a step forward in life, knowing that someone could sweep you off your feet at any moment. Knowing that your heart can belong to another. Knowing that he’d be replaced eventually.

So he believed it would be best if the possibility of that happening is zero.

Why did you trust him? “For closure”, he told you. So, initially being the soft-hearted being you are, you meet up with him. Agreeing to meet in the middle of your local bridge where everywhere is surrounded by water positively wasn’t the smartest decision of your life. While you thought he was late, he had been just on time creeping up behind you while you were looking at the vast ocean. And in the next moment, you feel familiar arms wrapping around your waist. You let out a long exhale, knowing it’s him. You used to smile every time you felt his touch, but not anymore.

“Didn’t you say we’re meeting for closure? This should be the last time we see each other before going our separate ways, so I don’t know why you’re touching me. I don’t think we misunderstood what we meant by closure. It’s nothing intimate.” You feel the arms around you tighten, and you wonder for a split second if this is the best situation to be in. You should have stuck to that thought.

“Mh. It is the last time we’ll see each other.” You felt uneasy with the way he was saying that. It was making you nauseous. “But I’m giving you one more chance. Come back to me. It’ll be better this time, I won’t make the same mistake again. Why do you have to be this difficult?” The grip was getting tighter, and you felt as if the oxygen flow from your brain was becoming less frequent. But you still felt the annoyance grow in your body. Did he have no shame? “You have to be joking. Even with your what, fiance living with you right now, you still want more? Even if that woman has no respect for me, it's human decency not to have an affair with someone.”

You could tell that he didn't like the words coming out of your mouth. You could tell you were safe and needed to get out of her, quickly, desperately. But his grip was becoming threatening, and it was getting harder and harder for you to breathe.

“It's disappointing. We really could have had it all, if only you were willing to cooperate.” The words that leave his mouth are followed by what feels like a really hard punch to your back. Suddenly, your body falls limp and he catches you. You weakly reach for your back and quickly discover a knife. The person you once called the love of your life had stabbed you, and there's now blood trickling down your back, it's running cold rather than warm.

“W-Why-” You could barely get anything out as your vision was seeing little black dots. When you felt that he was picking you up, you couldn’t help but want to vomit at the thought of what he might do to your body. “Don’t worry, I'll let you rest in peace. Well, as peaceful as the ocean floor gets.” You want to scream, but nothing’s coming out. It shouldn’t be a surprise he can read your expressions by how long you were together, but you wished the past had never happened. Wished you never even gave him the time of day. Now you know why it’s no wonder his lover before you left the country. Why did you stay? Why didn’t you see the signs? 

From what you could still see, he’s tying something to your neck that you’re sure is supposed to act as a weight. Meaning that once you go in, you're most likely not coming back out. Not even for your own funeral, they won’t find the body. It breaks your heart. You don’t want to die. You don’t want to leave so much behind.

With one more breath from your lungs, he leans down and kisses you. How disgusting. He wouldn’t even allow you to rest in peace. It shouldn’t be that much of a shocker, but it still baffles you, and stuns you into silence. You don’t move, don’t breathe. You’re frozen, all up until he’s holding you over the railing, and your heart is in your head, your whole body’s shaking.

“Goodbye, love.”

Those were the very last words you heard before plummeting to your death.

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The water is cold, you’re shivering.

You can see red water, or what’s most likely your blood floating around you.

The stab wound in your back aches, you want the paint to go away.

The black spots in your vision are growing. 

You reach out for the surface but you’re sinking.

The weight attached to your neck just makes it harder to breathe, to move. 

This isn’t what you wanted.

You just wished to be admired, loved, cherished. Just as you did for everyone else, even if it hurt you.

Even if it eventually led to your death.

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A Seelie was floating in front of your face. Blue, alive, breathing, moving. In front of your face. In front of your eyes. You lie motionless on the grass for a few seconds before jolting up with a screech. While doing so, you collide with the Seelie, which feels like flowing silk, the smoothest thing you’ve felt on your skin.

Is this heaven? Or am I just having a very long and realistic dream? Isn’t that an entity from Genshin?  So you’re dreaming about a game that you gamble your soul away to…. Okay. But out of all of them, couldn’t it have been HSR? You feel like you’d have a better chance of surviving there.

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This is not a dream, is it?

Okay, fine. You died, you remember that very vividly when you were in a literal sense, dragged down to your death. So the universe has decided to grace you with a second chance at life. In an open-world survival game. How gracious.

You can’t lie in flowy grass forever. Even though the moon light makes it perfect. You’re living in a fantasy world, everything is possible.  anything could happen. To you. You have to be smart about this, you can’t just appear out of nowhere and act clueless and all lost. You’ll be questioned immediately and might as well get yourself killed. No matter what nation you go to, who could explain what has happened to you? You’d like to know, but you wouldn’t want to go back. Some things are just better outside the real world. There are no serious politics, no pollution, and no war if you ignore whatever’s happening in Natlan. No absolute need to work a 9 to 5. 

Gathering the courage, you finally get up from the ground and observe your surroundings. Right by your feet, there’s a Windblume. You must be in Mondstant. In all honesty, it’s always been your least favorite nation. Uneventful and quiet. You could live a simple farm life in Liyue. It would be quiet, as long as you avoid Hilichurls.

Speaking of which, while you’ve been standing still and daydreaming about your thoughts, there’s been a distant sound of what seems like life yelling and footsteps getting closer and closer to you.

You finally snap out of it and look behind you, seeing two Hilichurls and one giant Lawachurl heading straight for you. 

Shoot.

You screech and start sprinting, but they’ll catch up in what, 20 seconds?

“Hey, you! Get down, as in right now!”

You can’t tell where the manly voice is coming from but faced with a split-second decision, you instinctively crouch down, shielding your head for safety. All you can hear is the fluttering of a bird and the sensation of heat rushing overhead. You can only catch a glimpse of red hair in a low ponytail.

Edit: I just realized that the summary says you wake up in a different place than Chapter 1. So sorry about this, it's still accurate but it just isn't the first place you wake up.

A/N: Life happened. This is long overdue so thank you all for the wait and sorry and all the empty promises. I'm back, however. I'll go back to my 1-2 week schedule. I found it easier to do with school in session, somehow. But I hope you all enjoyed Chapter 1. I'll make a Masterlist soon.

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[bubblergoespop]

My Top Damien Quotes

i want him to chuck a water bottle at me ♥︎

“You are a person that is overflowing with love to give, and that is not too much, that is fucking beautiful.”

“I’m not going to get mad, I just want to know who did this to you.”

“My fire is a part of me.”

“I can do good. That’s all I want to do. I want to help.”

“Now who whimpers?”

“Well if you four would stop teasing me, I could stop doing my best impression of a furnace.”

“I have never felt more flaccid in my entire life.”

“Oh, he thinks I’m funny when I’m mad? Huxley has no idea what I look like when I’m mad.”

“C’mon nature boy, let’s get natural.”

“Handsome man [he’s saying this with a :3 on his face you can’t convince me otherwise]”

“Huxley, I need you.”

“I want all this anger to mean something.”

“I can walk.”

“You’re always so gentle with me. With everything. I-I’m not used to that.”

“Body like yours needs a little worship, you know?”

“Yeah. I’m fine… I’m freaking out.”

“A-are you gonna serve, or what? [he’s too busy gawking at Huxley’s muscles to realise he’s holding the ball himself, not Hux]”

“The rolls aren’t aerodynamic enough. I can’t get enough speed behind them.”

“Huxley seems to think threats are a way I express love.”

“Who. Was. It?”

“I’ve gotten pretty good at screaming at walls.”

“You remember that positive outlook when you’re ripping out your happy trail trying to get dried cum out of it.”

“I spent a lot of nights thinking about all the stuff this body of yours could do.”

“Hey. I don’t just care about it as a morally wrong action for the sake of it. I care about you. You’re my friend. A good one. And my friend is hurting, and I can do something about it, so I’m going to.”

“You are the person I choose. And I’m so fucking grateful that you’ve chosen me.”

“He [Huxley] does make it hard to get mad at him, even when he is doing something asinine. It’s like trying to stay mad at a puppy. Just doesn’t feel right.”

“The bear’s cute… For the record though, you’re the only teddy bear I need.”

“I’m made of tough stuff too Hux… and I like it rough…”

“All I can think about is worshipping this incredible body of yours.”

“It’s all yours.”

“God I love how big your hands are.”

“I don’t whimper [proceeds to whimper]… only with you.”

“Pick me up. Turn us around. Press me into the wall. And fuck me.”

“Yeah we’ll see how great you think I look when I set your hair on fire.”

“Just because I usually want you to top, doesn’t mean I don’t love your ass.”

“I wanna feel every fucking inch of this monster.”

“Ugh I laid down on your cum and I’m pretty sure we’re glued together now.”

“All mine huh?”

“Huxley. Fuck me. I wanna cum with your cock buried inside me all the way to the base.”

“I’ll trade you goofballs.”

“Cute glasses.”

Honourable Mentions (Non-Canon)

“I’ve had friends before. I’ve never had a friend that I felt as close to as I do to you.”

“You feel good. Except your hair’s trying to go up my nose.”

“Fuck. God, you drive me crazy with just a touch. Just a look, honestly.”

“Now gimme.”

“If you wanna know which one I’d prefer, ask me. Directly.”

“Do you think this is what they meant when they say ‘Light a fire under your ass’?”

“Yes, I’d say my fire likes you very much.”

[10kiaoi]

Grief - a missing scene from Vendetta.

There... was supposed to be dialogue in all the panels, but none of it felt right. How could a few short lines fully convey the entirety of Leon's unprocessed grief and loss. In the end, all I kept was the final, most important line.

[filled-babyboy]

Thinking about you giving me a massage as an apology for the pain I'm going through with being so overdue with your triplets. My whole body is aching, my lower back, hips and thighs but most importantly my over packed belly. It sits gravid and low on my small frame, my pelvis feeling like it may break apart if I won't give birth soon. Your babies big and lively squirming inside, skin stretched impossibly tight over them.

Laying on my back is torture but your hands on me feel too good to complain. I feel my muscles relaxing under your touch, gasp as your fingers dig into them, trying to loosen them up. You take your time, soaking my sensitive skin in oil, praising me for how good I'm doing, still carrying your offspring inside of me.

It feels so good but you don't touch me where I need it the most, leaving me frustrated and turning me so needy I can't hold myself back from asking for it, even though I'm so embarrassed to do so.

Please Daddy, can you massage my belly too? Please, feels so sore, hurts ...

The smirk on your face tells me you've wanted me to beg for it. You love it when my cheeks blush, my voice gets small and whiny. Today you decide not to drag it out, you just shush me with fake pity and place your hands on my belly. Finally. Your big hands look almost small on the wide surface but they feel so fucking good on it.

You take your time, switching from wide motions with your palms to rubbing your fingers right over the parts that you know will make me groan and whimper. You brush over my flat navel every now and then, chuckling at the breathy moans that leave my mouth.

The babies kick relentlessly, bulging out the taut skin even more. They know their Daddy is taking care of them and so do I.

[breedingprincessjackie]

Imagine your new wife had been pregnant for years and then you knock up her daughter inside.

Imagine your new wife had been pregnant for years and then you knock up her daughter inside.

She is years overdue with no end in sight. Obviously, it had been the first thing you noticed about her. She was smart, beautiful of course, funny and very very pregnant.

Pregnant for years and years was not something many could say they experienced. You didn't know what to think at first, but accepted it as another wonderful aspect of the woman you wanted to marry.

You always liked the look of pregnant women anyhow and your wife stood as a monument to fertility with impossibly large breasts and belly.

She said it felt like a tight and constant pressure heavily hangs off her torso, like a band ready to snap. You kept up at the gym just to keep lifting her belly. You didn't mind.

Her hips eventually settle from agonizing at first, into a now wide and with a steady ache, but still they bear the weight of her womb. After the 16th year, not being able to reach her arms across her belly stopped being much of an obstacle. She got used to the weight. She got used to not seeing her feet or legs. With twenty years going by and no sign of labor, her unborn baby grew comfortable in her womb with no real desire to come out.

She enjoyed pregnancy and feared going under the knife for a cesarean.

It was ultimately her decision. Even when her husband, the father of their unborn daughter, tragically passed. Her daughter gave her the strength to keep going.

You found her burden admirable.

Her daughter went through what should've been her 1st birthday all the way to her 20th without being born. Even while stubbornly remaining in the safe and warm womb, her mother didn't love her any less. She just tried to cope with the lot in life they had been given.

It was during this time she met you.

You are her new husband and loved every bit of her.

You hold her massive belly in both arms as much as you can. You press your face against the mound of flesh as you thrust feverishly into her soaked pussy. It's the deepest she's ever had. She pleads and screams, begs for mercy, but you can't offer her any. Your mouth struggling to latch onto her giant milky tit helps soothe her. She begs for more. Her pussy had been empty for too long.

You warned her his cock was quite big, but still you wanted to wait until you were married before having sex.

You kissed of course. She felt the massive pole tenting your jeans, poking her pregnant belly, begging to be let out. But she never let you inside her, not until now.

The bed squeaks ominously but you can't be bothered. She struggles to breathe under the weight of her own womb but her legs keep you inside her. Her pussy tightens around you and refuses to let go. Her monsterous belly took over her entire body with her grown daughter making her skin jiggle and stretch with each movement.

Your wife bucks her hips and moans. There's little she can do trapped underneath her womb but accept your cock and plead for more.

"It's so deep! Oh god, yes, yes, pleaseeeee. OHHHH, GOD Be gentle. Please, be gentle for the baby! Ohhh it's too good. I can't get enough. Don't stop, please, keep going! Fuck me, please!"

You thrusts inside her, lifting her legs as high as they can go, holding onto her impossibly large womb for balance. It doesn't seem like you can go any deeper, until you do.

Your cock goes deeper than you've ever been and it feels glorious.

"Ah,ah ah yes yes please yessssss fuck I'm gonna fill your pussy so goooood!"

The pleasure over takes and you can think of nothing but filling the woman beneath you with your seed.

She screams. It's too much. Sensations of pain and pleasure send goosebumps down her body. It only makes you thrust faster. All she can do is shake and wail as you pounds her pussy deep and hard.

"It got tighter!" You moans and sucks hard onto her milky teet. "OH God, aghh it's so tight! I'm so deep. It's so warmmmmm. Yes, yesssss, that's it, so goooood! Yesssss, take my cock, fucking take it!"

You fucked her deeper and deeper. You didnt think it was possible to open up the cervix with just your cock. Slapping your balls against her ass with each thrust. You think you could cum at any moment. It's warm, tight, and perfect.

Your wife is too engrossed in her own pleasure to notice. But you feel it. You feel your cock getting even warmer than before. You slide into a wet pussy that grips you even tighter than your wife. It feels like your cock is melting, choking your cock, and you want more. You see grasping hands press the skin from inside your wife's womb. Her daughter is kicking wildly and it only makes you grow harder. You know even if you're wife doesn't.

You didn't think much of your stepdaughter. You greeted her politely like any good man would, but it's not like you could take her to an amusement park or anything.

"I'M IN YOUR WOMB! Ughhh, yessss, FUCK ITS SO GOOD! I'M CLOSE, I'M SO CLOSE!"

Maybe she thinks it's just dirty talk. You didn't consider it at the time. The only thought you had was filling up the tight warmth suffocating your cock with cum.

Your wife cries, "OH, OH GODDD FUCK ME DEEP, CUM IN ME PLEASEEE!! Don't stop, don't sstop, pleaseeee!"

You could barely see it. Maybe it was your imagination. Your wife's daughter is shaking her thick ass, it's barely visible beneath her belly. Your step daughter bounces as well as she can in her cramped womb to take as much of your cock inside her as she can. She's desperate and ravenous for it.

Your hips shudder and you groan, slamming your cock in as much as you can. Her tight pussy grips you tighter. You cum shaking with pleasure as your cock sprays everything you have and then some.

"Urghh, OH OH, I'M CUMMING! DARLING, I'M CUMMING!"

Your wife sprays her own pleasure and it drips down your balls. His tits weep milk and you lick and suckle until the stimulation is too much for her. She's an impossibly fertile beauty.

It's still not enough.

You love your wife, but still. Something made you curious that day.

When your wife slept, you sucked on the reddened strained navel atop her belly and thrust inside her. A deep sleeper, she was none the wiser. Your cock slides in like it was meant to.

If you press your ear to her belly. You think you can barely hear our stepdaughter moan and wail as your cock enters her. When you cum inside her, her entire body shakes, making her mother rub her belly unconsciously to soothe her. You kiss our wife to assure her everything was all right. She'd have her own fill of cum in her mouth come morning.

You think there's no issue. No one needs to know. That's what you think for a while at least until her belly starts growing.

After her daughter's first growth spurts and then again after puberty, her growth slowed. That was how it had been for a while. Your wife didn't know what to think when her belly starts getting bigger again. You don't mind.

Her usually content daughter kicks more, harshly, her long legs pulling her mother's skin more taut and further than she should. Your wife has questions, but you don't think there's any reason for concern.

Your stepdaughter is most active during sex. You love your wife and her sexual appetite grows as her belly does.

As you pump your cock into your wife, her daughter writhes and wiggles making her stomach shake. Your wife struggles to cope with the movement, one leg in the air, as you fuck her from behind. On her side was easier on her with the weight of her womb off her. Through the skin, you can see his stepdaughter arched ass begging for cock. You're more than happy to oblige.

You never thought anything would happen.

They both never expected it would happen. Not until the contractions start. Reality doesn't set in until his wife's water breaks, flooding their room with fluid.

She's so huge. It makes sense at some point she'd burst.

"Ah, ah ah I'm gonna give birth. Oh darling, It's happening, I'm in labor. Haaghh haaahhhhh Oh God, my baby's gonna come out!"

Anyone would panic a little in her state. Her due date came and went long ago.

Her legs don't touch the floor anymore. She's just too big. Huge, her body stretched to the limit, and still getting bigger. She doesn't fully realize what's happened until her daughter is struggling to be born. Your wife wails and screams with each slow movement as her adult child forces herself down her birth canal. She realizes what happened then and there.

"YOU GOT MY DAUGHTER PREGNANT! INSIDE ME!"

You think she can manage it. Her swollen pussy is stretching more than you can imagine but you can already see the head before you know it. Your stepdaughters own breasts, heavy and full with milk, slip through my swollen and stretched pussy easily enough. Then her belly comes.

"I can't stretch anymore! I'm gonna break! Too big, too big, too bigggg please help me I can't do it. I can't, I CAN'T. Uhhhh God please!"

You're wife's legs, splayed open with by her own monsterous womb, kicks, writhed, and bucks her hips in desperation. She shouldn't be able to birth her grown daughter but just like her womb did before, her pussy adapts. She stretches as far as she can go, her soaked pussy lips pull back, she screams as against all odds her daughter is finally born.

When the crest of her daughters swollen womb slides against her clit, cum spurts out from her pussy. The squirt sprays over you. Your cum makes both their womb's shiny and sticky.

"ITS COMING OUT! I'm giving birth! AHHHHAA OHHHH IT'S COMING OUT!!!"

She's the spitting image of her mother. Same hair, same eyes and a tight sphere of a pregnant belly that held high long after it should've dropped.

Looking at both women sweaty panting, you knew then and there you'd keep them massive for as long as you were able.

You wanted to be both a good husband and step-father, and that means keeping your new family happy and growing.

[wakacchi]

Out of curiosity what did you think about the Harbingers when they were revealed?

I wasn't lying when I said I'm a simple girl ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡° )

[ahhfear]

MY FINISHED ADOLIN COSPLAY FROM LAST YEAR!!

the leafy chain is to represent maya, in this picture it’s hard to see anyone but sureblood but i also had a galant charm and a sword maya charm. and of course my wedding ring.

these last two are mostly silly, i think it’s important you know w bought horse socks for this cosplay. and the last picture is of me proposing to a lovely shallan cosplayer with a ring pop. it was a very fun time

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[IDs copied in alt text: 5 photos, IDs in order from right to left, top to bottom.

first ID: a photo of a cosplayer dressed as Adolin, shown from the thighs up. The photo was taken in a park, with trees and dappled sunlight in the background. The cosplayer is slim with pale skin and their curly hair in black and gold stripes has been pulled back in a low ponytail with curly bangs hanging over their forehead. They wear a modified Kholin uniform in shades of blue. They wear a medium blue, puffy sleeved shirt with tight cuffs, a darker blue vest with gold detailing, and navy blue pants. The vest has been sewn and altered extensively. It has gold trim along the edges. There’s a vibrant panel in the centre of the front, attached with two rows of gold buttons, and the Kholin glyphpair is embroidered along the panel in gold. There is a gold chain attached to the bottom two buttons on the vest, lined with green leaf charms, and a chain on the right side has an iridescent white horse charm. They are wearing jewellery as befitting a prince - necklaces, pins, and a ring. One necklace is a gold chain with coin-shaped charms hanging from it, and the other necklace has a shiny pendant. The pins are attached to the vest, both gold, both over the heart. One is circular with a blue gem in the centre, and the other has a pointed flower shape with a white gem. They stand confidently, their left hand resting on the hilt of the sheathed sword on their belt. That hand wears a gold ring with a diamond in the centre. In a final touch they also wear dashing gold sword earrings.

second ID: a further zoomed out picture of the same adolin cosplayer in the same pose, this time with a more neutral expression. their whole body is in frame and the background is not blurred. their shoes are brown heeled boots the same color at the belt hilt for the sword. one foot is up on a small ledge

third ID: the same cosplayer, pose and framing as the first picture. the only difference being they have a huge grin on their face, as if they were just told a very funny joke.

fourth ID: a photo taken in a different place, indoors, pointed down at the ground, showing a pair of feet in light blue socks covered in horses and their legs, as well as a hand wearing a gold ring with a diamond in the middle.

Fifth ID: a photo back in the park. the adolin cosplayer is on one knee in front of a shallan cosplayer, who has red ginger hair, a green long sleeved dress white pants, dark brown boots, a white glove and a brown bag. they are both holding a green ring pop that the adolin cosplayer is holding up. they are both smiling at each other. the adolin cosplayer has a blue ribbon tying their ponytail and the chain with the white horse also has a gold sword and a black horse, but the black horse is unclear against their dark pants. End IDs]

thank you to @cosmereplay for helping write the first ID and edit the others.

[petrerpkr]

Billy Hargrove

[ezralva]

Well-deserved. Long overdue.

[meadow-dusk]

[stupidlypregnant]

Hi, you can call me bunny 💞

I'm a - mostly, not exclusively - submissive ftm trans boy (top surgery, on t, still have a boypussy) and I'm looking for a dom that fills up my empty tummy with lots of baby bunnies. I'll be good for you, promise!

My main kinks are pregnancy and labor - the harder the better. Please make me uncomfortable, make me struggle. Birth denial is my biggest turn on 🥺

I am a man. If you're not into men, don't text me. When you talk about my body it's cock, dick, boypussy, pussy, chest and nipples. Nothing else.

Kinks: mild pet play (bunny, maybe puppy), cum control and edging, praise and humiliation, ownership, daddy/sir/mommy kink, cockwarming, breeding, stuffing/overindulgence (no weight gain, no food kink etc.), crossdressing and lingerie, choking, public stuff, kidnapping, multiples pregnancy (4 babies max.), big pregnant belly, belly rubs/massages, egg pregnancy (normal sized eggs), mild torture, mild belly abuse, lactation, being (long) overdue, contractions, labor, sexual stuff during labor, giving birth (until it gets graphic, for me the fun is over when the head starts coming out), birth denial (labor suppressants, holding in, corruption, plugging etc.) ...

Not for me/limits: minors, rape, toilet stuff (I like constipation in the right setting, mainly because of the full, tight belly and desperation but I'm not into scat, also like holding pee, teasing the bladder from outside but I'm not into piss), vomit/nausea, medical stuff, early stages of pregnancy, extreme hyperpreg, rapid or magical pregnancy, unusual weight gain, feeding, unusual big babies, vore, unbirth, furries, monsters, aliens (unless they're very human-like), death, blood and gore, fantasy, fluff, lovey dovey happy stuff, being called mama or daddy or something like that, I don't wanna be a parent or talk about the babies after they're out, didn't think I had to add this but - NO NUDES without my consent.

I am obviously pro-choice, if you're not - leave. I'm not into babies or fetuses or whatever people may think, if you are - leave. I'm also not into sexualizing real pregnant or birthing people here - because I'd find that scary as fuck, seeing my face or worse the face of my child on a blog like this.

My DM's and asks are open, please tell me what you wanna do to me 💖 It doesn't seem like it as I use this blog as an outlet for my submissive side but I like to dom/top too! I always say I'm mostly gay but I like girls too, especially dominant ones. Roleplay only in form of horny chatting atm, love to exchange thoughts too (English isn't my first language, I'm trying my best!). Don't forget that I'm a person under all of that and I like to be treated as such.

My own stuff is tagged as #bunnyboywrites

[mercurials]

also working on a ref sheet for brandy yayyy

[bobbie-robron]

No, I don’t watch ED and haven’t since Robert last aired (yeah, yeah… I did post that bit with Aaron but didn’t pay attention to anything else in that episode, fast forward is your best friend 😁). But I can’t ignore what is all over Twitter and here (thanks to the early player release) that Hippy Henrietta has met her welcome maker apparently months ago. So what does that mean? Hello, Sebastian White (hopefully to be changed to Sugden one day) finally returning to the village of the damned.

There are so many questions. Why wasn’t Robert’s sister contacted as she is Sebastian’s aunt and, more importantly, why wouldn’t Robert have been notified that his son was motherless? The plot relative (when we KNOW there is only Lachlan left) that Sebastian’s apparently been holed up with (is that the truth or a lie?)… whose decision was that? Did that woman have a will stipulating that the Sugdens have zero say where Sebastian ended up in case of her demise? Did Ross have power of attorney to do whatever with Sebastian? Is he actually in foster care? Either way, hopefully Sebastian lands back in the village BEFORE Christmas and, in time, Aaron takes over his parenting if Robert is not the Christmas return. The one thing I do worry about is the faux. This hat trick character should have zero involvement with Sebastian when it comes to raising him (that would be too disturbing no matter which way you look at it when Robert is still breathing).

[ladybugsimblr]

iambkay From here on out I’ll be your Commander and right now I command you to… Dance! Meet me at My House tonight in DSV Pride Park to celebrate you and Strength in Solidarity. Happy Pride Butterflies!! 🏳️‍🌈🦋

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dsvpride Happy Pride!! 🏳️‍🌈 The QUEEN Bailey Kay got the party started early last night, dropping two brand new songs. Will she perform these live on the Pride Park stage tonight? We don’t know but we’re already on our way there so we don’t miss it. And just in case you can’t make it to DSV, all performances and festivities will be streamed live on SimTube. Thank you BK!