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El:
I never really understood love.I mean, sure, I've had it explained to me by Mike and Max, but I never understood it.
Dustin:
She doesn’t look 18. But then again, I guess none of us do. Don’t get me wrong, El always looks beautiful. Even when her hair was short, she was still pretty. But like this, tonight, she’s stunning. -
Stray Bullet From A Holy Gun by blowfly_boy
Fandoms: Columbine (US Band), 21st Century CE RPF, Columbine Highschool Massacre
31 Dec 2025
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Dylan and Eric find you passed out after a party.
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and daddy only comes when he's ready for more by woundilingus
Fandoms: Diary of a Wimpy Kid Series - Jeff Kinney, Dysfunctional Perspective AU
27 Jul 2024
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"Aww, darling, don't be like that." Frank kisses your face, causing you to giggle as he grabs you under the armpits. "You know daddy loves how your body feels against his." He smiled, pushing you down on the mattress. "And mommy is just a few rooms away, being the none the wiser to our little night playtime, eh?"
You glance at the door, sometimes wondering if anyone will ever walk in and see what your daddy does to you. The thought makes you sick, because you don't want daddy to get in trouble! He's so nice, but everynight he sneaks into your room and—
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OR: Frank sneaks into your room to molest your 8 year old cunt.
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- Part 1 of weigh your heart against my eyes
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10 Apr 2025
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this fic has literally never left my brain. yea,, <3
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I huddle up to him and press my ear to his sternum, to hear his heart beat, reaching out to me from beneath a breathing barrier of flesh and blood and bone. I cry a little. On my flushed skin the tears feel like snowflakes; he gently wipes them away with his thumb, reminding me of how my mother would clean my mouth of food stains when I was little, bringing it to his lips, lapping rather than licking — just like he did with my blood that day. I long to touch him, to be as close as only gods can be, but my hands are paralyzed, incapable of choosing any one place to feel.
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- Part 20 of artwork
- Part 1 of The Loli!Reader Collection - A Canticle To Creeps
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