does anyone have any extra red chile flakes I ran out
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does anyone have any extra red chile flakes I ran out
There's this one mpreg series on ao3 and ohhh my godddd it would be well written if it was with different characters because I'm pretty sure 007n7 would not boil c00lkidd alive be real hers
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"Oh my-my-my..." That voice resonated from somewhere unseen. A slinking form slithering forth from behind the blood-caked kitchen counter. Long winding neck craning itself to leer at the far larger Unraveled. "Oh dear...You're...Hsss...A B-big one! That's...Five? Eight? Ten?" The creature mused as it struggled to count the sheer amount of appendages the other remade sported. "I...Ffff...Feel sorry for you, Really." It resumed that upbeat demeanor. Twisting like a Corkscrew to extend a single clawed limb towards Tail. "The name's R-Ribsss! My friendss call me that. Eheeh..." (THIS is the Canon Ask)
"Ribs." It tested. Like Spine, it assumed. Maybe that's just how names worked for the Remade.
Tail looked at the claws, as if foreign, even though it recognized it, somehow.
"Tail." It spoke, reminding itself how that all worked. Tail took a breath and thought for a minute, taking a lay on all its legs in the meantime.
"Forty." Tail spoke from the only knowledge it was gifted with upon entering this world.
"I met Spine, too. Are there more?" Tail questioned, even though it took it a small moment to find the words.
Song's Edge
okay but videos… like when you watch it over again and you’re so obviously in love. while you’re fucking you feel it in the moment, the heat in their gaze and how they move from hard grip and pulling your hair to sweet caresses along your thigh and mumbling right into your lips. but you never realized how visible it is. how like — if complete strangers saw this, they’d know you both don’t go an hour without thinking of one another. you watch your own hand drag down the length of their body, first scratching, then pulling them deeper, and then just holding. you watch yourself grab their throat and cup their face, and their eyes widen, and they lean into your palm, and their body moves closer to yours. and the kisses you share… deep, and sensual. they spit in your mouth and your eyes roll from the wetness. your movements are perfectly complementary — each time they shift or readjust away, you follow their touch, and they do the same. you know from memory how impossible you find it to peel your skin off of theirs and you know from the video how this love refuses to be separated, refuses for your touch to cease. refuses. the two of you are one.
exists in I just cried at a concert because I ended up opening up about something
And I may be getting physio therapy
help the kaleaf c0mm is done