Y/n, on the phone with Kol: Are you in my apartment?
Kol: Please, I haven’t snuck into your apartment in weeks. Which reminds me, you’re all out of peanut butter.
@fitzs-trained-monkey @her-violent-delights
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Ok but just. Shawn and Lassiter getting together and Shawn telling him in so many words that he’s not psychic. Lassiter understanding why he does what he does, not loving it ofc but he gets it. So Shawn still does his usual theatrics and Carlton still shows his annoyance, but when they’re alone Shawn breaks down his thought process and Carlton can finally be amazed at how Shawn does things bc he knows the truth. Bonus points if he finds it rlly hot
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Bucky: The thing is… I have something big to tell you.
Steve: You know you can say anything to me, Buck. We’ve known each other for years, and there is absolutely nothing that could dent our impenetrable bond.
Bucky: I’m dating Tony.
Steve: You’re dead to me.
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(tw: ftm detrans kink, noncon pregnancy)
i want to take care of you when you’re sick.
that’s what a good boyfriend would do, right? i take care of you because i love you. i’d give you plenty of bed rest, i’d make sure you stay home aaaallll day, and you’d be so comfortable you wouldn’t even need your binder.
what’s that, you had a weird dream about someone groping your tits in your sleep? fever must be getting to you. i’ll make you soup to cheer you up, and give you plenty of medicine so you’ll get better quickly.
don’t mind those little green pills, i’ll tell you, those are just medicine. i know you don’t like cough syrup; who does? so shh, just trust me, and dissolve these pills under your tongue so they work. yeah, you’ve never seen this type of medicine before, because when was the last time you were taken care of like this? i just love you soooo much that i’m willing to pamper you with the most expensive treatments. don’t even worry about it. and of course we can’t keep up with your testosterone treatments when you’re as sick as you are; your poor immune system would collapse! we’ll just have to get you back on track once you’re all better.
your body would be so soft and warm and pliable when you’re in the throes of sickness, feverish and furnace hot. you’d be the perfect fucktoy. not conscious enough to fight back and whine about your dysphoria while i squeeze your warm, sweaty tits, and so leaky that your precious little cunt will just let me slide right in with no resistance. maybe you’d rasp out a plea for me to stop, what am i doing, please—
shh, don’t strain your voice like that. orgasms help with aches and soreness, don’t they? and you’re so cute like this, so helpless, so vulnerable. you’ll feel better after, promise!
anyway, i’d keep you like that. all sick and miserable for weeks and weeks. what a nasty flu you must’ve gotten, right? i’d feed you those little green pills daily and tell you that it’s what you need to get better, and when you tell me you feel like your skin is getting softer and your breasts are getting bigger i’ll just say that must be water retention from your illness. your belly, too, that must just be bloating.
you can’t stay sick forever, though. once you’re healthy and clearheaded again, your tits and belly will have swelled so much that it’s clear you’ve somehow gotten pregnant in the interim. oops, i must’ve gotten careless when providing pain relief for your soreness… but we can’t get you back on t now, right? not when there’s a baby on the way, after all.
huh, it would be such a shame if you happened to fall ill again, right after your due date. but i’d be happy to take care of you again, if that happened.
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Hear me, fairest Psyche, she of patience
Mother of Pleasure and loved by Eros
Of transformation and change you know it all
Endurance is your virtue and unwilling to surrender
You, who have thrived through every test in your way
From mortal descent turned into the Goddess of the Soul
For it all, winged goddess, I praise you
(an original prayer for psyche, by yours truly!)
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