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[estchiyu]

before the episode 8 trailer drops im gonna throw my plot prediction into the ring

[bruisedfig]

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soooo that’s 𝓢oldier 𝓑oy! He’s so big and pretty; it takes two hands to grab ahold of him properly when he’s fully erect. His cockhead is always obscenely swollen and leaking from how horny he gets when you’re around, desperate to split you open and show you how a real man fucks.

But he laughs at you when you attempt to take him all the way in your mouth, cause you can’t—unless he’s grabbed your head and forcefully shoved you down ‘til your nose is buried in his wiry hairs, making you gag around him until he cums thick pulses of his seed down your throat. You’ve mastered the art of ‘taking what you can and pumping the rest’ when he’s not throatfucking you; it’s the only way to make sure your jaw doesn’t ache for the next few days.

And when you try to sit on his behemoth-sized cock, you feel it prodding right at your cervix, threatening to rip you open and fuck up into your womb. You have to beg him not to… cause he would if you pissed him off enough.

But Soldier Boy’s favourite thing is holding his hardened dick against you, his balls dangling over your clit as he takes in the size of his cock compared to you. “Jeez, baby. Where do you pack it all in when I’m fucking you? You must feel it in your fuckin’ lungs.” And you do, which is why he spends an hour licking you out before he dares stuff his cock into your tight cunt—he’s not a complete animal when it comes to sex.

His other favourite thing is seeing your tummy bulge. It doesn’t matter whether you carry extra weight on your belly or not—you’re seeing it. The little bump, bump, bump every time he thrusts into you. He just loooves putting his hand on your lower belly, feeling himself inside your guts. He’s gross sometimes and presses down on your tummy when he knows you’re completely stuffed to the brim, earning vile grunts and gasps of discomfort from you. “Ohhh, that’s my doll. Taking me so well, yeah? Such a tight little thing f’me.”

[delicatepointofview]

LOUIS TOMLINSON photographed for Rolling Stone UK

[endominator]

A new crackship with ClevzX: Callist x Skekzok...

ClevzX wants to find an official partner for Callist...

So here's a pompous sadomasochist priest who's got lotsa vigor-

I made a young/kaiju version of Skekzok

he's my fav after skekmal

[m4d-dog]

FIRST POST!! AND IT'S POORLY EDITED TEXTPOSTS

[zesty-alt]

Though of course, the real halloween-y thing to do would be for a guy wearing a fake belly to start to feel some flutters inside him throughout the night. Writes it off as eating too much junk food,

Then he starts to feel...heavy. Suddenly his balance feels off. His back starts to bug him, and before he knows it he's stretching and holding himself like he really is pregnant. Someone sees him and laughs, pokes him in the "fake", thinking it's all part of the bit...and then they apologize, and the guy's heart sinks, because he just felt that.

He runs to the bathroom to catch himself in the mirror, and sure enough - that fake belly he was wearing is gone, replaced by a real one. He rubs his belly in disbelief, and sees what has to be a kick.

He pulls his shirt down in a panic, as if that'll make it go away - the shirt that was purposefully too small as part of the gag, that now seems even shorter and tighter. Was he bigger than the fake belly? Was he still growing?

He stumbles out of the bathroom in a panic, and just as he does, he feels his belly...it's like the entire thing suddenly dropped, hanging lower and heavier on his hips, and he keeps waddling forward without any clear goal in mind, slowing down and breathing heavy with every step.

Someone places a hand on his belly and whistles - "Damn, dude, when are you due? You look like you're about to-"

And he does. It's unnaturally audible, the gushing liquid drenching his pants, and everyone stares as he kneels over and starts to scream...

[nerdpoe]

"Daniel Fenton, after much consideration, myself and my fellow Observants have decreed you the chosen hero for another world. You will be given a body which better suits it, and a blessing from an Ancient of your choice in order to complete your quest."

Danny, sitting in his haunt with the rest of his family, all of them ghosts now, doesn't know what to say.

Like, seriously, what the fuck does anyone say to that?

Then his brain finally kicks into gear. He's gotta be dreaming. He hasn't dreamed in many hundreds of years, but this has to be a dream.

"Uh, Nocturne, am I-?"

"Nocturne it is! Good luck, Chosen Hero!"

The Observant slaps Danny, Danny blinks, turns to snap at him-

-and he's...in a decrepit ship?

He tries to stand up, only to propel himself into one of the ship walls.

He looks down.

That's a tail. He's underwater.

Did...did he just get reverse Arieled?

First things first, he needs to find out how to move with a tail instead of legs and a distinct lack of ghostly powers. After that, clothes. And after that, he'll see what the hell the Observants meant about a quest.

Or; There are Lazarus Pits forming all over the ocean floor, with not only ghosts coming out of them but demons and all sorts of enemies. With Phantom truly dead, the Observants can't justify sending him to another world to fix it as he has no connection to the living in it. So they opt to go for a loophole; the Chosen Hero Clause. There's...definite drawbacks. He'll lose most if not all of his ghost powers, so they'll need at least one Ancient to grant him some new ones. Clockwork obviously favors the boy, so he'll grant his blessing in his own time. Or not, the Ancient is cryptic and unpredictable. But they have no idea what Nocturne will Bless the boy with, since they thought they were on bad terms. So they give Daniel Fenton a body of a species long thought extinct in his new world, put him in a location close to a relatively small Lazarus Pit, and just...hope for the best.