#corruption marks

[everdistantstars]

Corruption

[pervylittlebrother]

who wanna go creep4creep? sickfuck4sickfuck? stalker4stalker?? perv4perv????

[reality-detective]

Mark Zuckerberg, an outspoken critic of "man-made climate change", shows off his new $300 million, 287-foot mega yacht, powered by four gigantic diesel engines.

Yet another stark reminder that Net Zero is only for the peasants. The mega-wealthy and powerful will continue to enjoy lives of excess and opulence, while you subsist on bugs in your 15 minute eco-prison. 🤔

[kaionyx]

I get so fucking possessive over small things like delayed gazes or too long conversations with other men. Groping and pulling them to me to dig my teeth into their pretty neck to plant another lovebite or hickey for whoever to see, pressing against it with my thumb every time I pull them into a kiss just to send a reminder down to their cunt of their place.

Even almost hate fucking them into the bed while huffing over and over about how they’re mine and only mine once we get home. Making sure they’re nothing but a braindead babbling mess who’s looking up to me like i’m god himself by the time i’m done with them, and happily reminding them again each time I see that devotion wavering even in slightest.

[brunette-crisis]

Hypothetically, if I cum inside you, can I leave it dripping down to your ass so I can use it as lube and take both your perfect holes? Respectfully.

[bathroomtrapped]

my sister told me to caption this 'two lovely men' without any context so heres two lovely christian saw men 👍🏻

[illalwaysbealoserforlove]

You should be sitting on my cock right now.

Your body laying back against me, trying not to move but so desperately wanting to.

You wanted my cock and I'm gaming, so I gave you what you wanted.

But you're not allowed to move, you have to wait until I'm ready to fuck you.

I can feel you dripping down my shaft, I'm trying to keep focused but I can't with your squirming and tiny whimpers against my ear.

I bet it feels like torture, being so filled with my cock and yet not being able to do anything about it.

Aw my poor baby, if you weren't such a desperate fucking slut we wouldn't be like this right now hm?

Oh look you're getting wetter, of course you are.. Your dumb little cunt can't help but gush at my patronising tone, you fucking love it don't you?

I'm losing control now, you can feel me twitching inside of you and you just keep trying to grind against me, I'm not even trying to stop you at this point.

I toss the controller beside us and push my hand between your legs, using my thumb to rub over the hood of your clit to tease you, immediately I feel your legs squeeze my hand, you whimper loudly and I grin, kissing your neck softly.

Oh what? You can't handle it now?

I'll spread your legs and spank your clit gently.

Don't fucking move bitch.

Now you're getting tighter fuck, I start to rub directly over your clit gently as I wrap my other arm around your waist and start to thrust up, slow and deep just to tease you.

God you feel so fucking good around me... And I know you're close, I can fucking feel it.

I want you to cum for me... I really do...

I want to feel your cunt tighten as you gush all that cum onto my cock, I want to feel it drip down my balls and I want you to clean it up afterward like a good cum slut.

But you're practically begging me to fuck you at this point, and I'll give you that.

I'll stop rubbing your clit and grip your waist, I'll lift you a little before I start to fuck up into you as hard and fast as I can, my balls smacking your clit, your moans are so immediate and high pitched and I'm groaning out before fucking hell you're cumming already

But I'm not exactly gonna stop, you fucking asked for this.

You're the one who wants- no needs, to constantly be filled with cock, or my tongue. You're so fucking needy for your daddy hm?

You're shaking and unable to control your movements, so I tighten my grip on you.

What are you trying to say love?

You- you can't what??

Can't handle it?

Seriously?

.... Tough luck.

I bend you over, your hands hitting the coffee table as I slip back inside and get back to my hard and rough pounding, smacking your ass and making you cum a second time.

Because deep down we both know you can take it, all your no's and stops are just fake aren't they? You're a fucking hole, you know your only use is to be filled with my cock.

I don't stop until I'm about to cum, your hands lose balance and you fall against the table, I laugh at you and it just makes you wetter, you cum one more time before I pull out completely and pull you back by your hair.

Shoving you down to your knees.

Fucking lick my cock, clean it up and make you cum.

Good girl... Fuck...

It doesn't take long until I'm cumming all over your pretty face, smacking your face with my heavy cock and making you thank me for making you cum, for using you.

[fatedroses]

More than just the Demon.

[kaionyx]

Ever since tumblr made me into a dog dom, marking someone with my scent without them knowing it has been heavy on my mind.

Stalking and sneaking through a pretty bunny’s window when they so stupidity left it open for someone like me to come in and violate their pretty holes. Covering their precious body with bruises and bites as a reminder for the next day while rutting load after load into whichever little hole I mold around my cock first. Their face held down in their pillows the whole time so the only thing they have to hold onto is my smell when they’re fighting to get any type of air.

This happens night and night again, each time making them more desperate and eager to feel my weight against them when night comes until I just stop showing up one day. They try to forget and play it off as nothing as time passes until they happen to catch my scent walking one day. It would be so cute to see how fast their little body would turn and follow me into some alley without second thought. Watching how easily their dumb mind switches off when I pull them by their hair and pin them to the wall with my scent surrounding them again, eyes all dazed and not a single thought behind them.

Seeing them almost stupidly finding comfort in it while begging so pathetically to be used again, I just have to throw them over my shoulder and take them home with me as my personal little breeding bitch to break in.

[cemeterydolll]

oh look it’s biting and sucking on each others necks o’clock

[fragile-little-dolll]

it's always better to feel than think

[brunette-crisis]

Respectfully.

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No princess I still love you. It’s just a little weird how when you beg me to stop hurting you, your pretty c*nt keeps dripping and you can’t stop humping me. I think you’re happy right where you are. Turn off your brain and be my dumb cock sleeve like you know you should be.

[narcissistichedonist]

my darling doll is mine all mine, that's why each time i abuse her pretty body i make sure to leave those bite marks, bruises and the print of my hand

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[hedgehog-moss]

In other news, this week a French publisher on his way to the London Book Fair was arrested by British counter-terrorist police to be questioned about his participation in protests in France.

A French publisher has been arrested on terror charges in London after being questioned by UK police about participating in anti-government protests in France.

Moret arrived at St Pancras [...] with his colleague Stella Magliani-Belkacem, the editorial director at the Paris-based publishing house, to be confronted by the two officers. [...] He was questioned for six hours and then arrested for alleged obstruction in refusing to disclose the passcodes to his phone and computer. [...] He was transferred to a police station in Islington, north London, where he remained in custody on Tuesday. He was later released on bail.

Éditions la Fabrique is known for publishing radical left authors. Moret also represents the French science fiction novelist Alain Damasio and had arranged more than 40 appointments at the London book fair. [...]

[Quoting publishing house’s press release] “The police officers claimed that Ernest had participated in demonstrations in France as a justification for this act – a quite remarkably inappropriate statement for a British police officer to make, and which seems to clearly indicate complicity between French and British authorities on this matter.” [...] “There’s been an increasingly repressive approach by the French government to the demonstrations, both in terms of police violence, but also in terms of a security clampdown.”

(Guardian link - BBC link) (article in French)

The publishing house (here’s their latest statement in French) and the publisher’s lawyer mention that the British police asked him “Do you support Emmanuel Macron? Did you attend protests against the pension reform?” and he was also asked to name the authors with anti-government views that his employer has published. They add, “Asking the representative of a publishing house, in the framework of counter-terrorism, about the opinions of his authors, is pushing even further the logic of political censorship and repression of dissenting thought. In a context of social protests and authoritarian escalation on the part of the French government, this aspect [of the questioning] is chilling.”

Being an accomplice to thoughtcrime by publishing dissident authors gets you treated like an international terrorist now... The publisher’s lawyer suggests that French authorities asked the UK to help them get their hands on the publisher’s contacts in the radical left sphere. But on the face of it, we’ve got: Exercise your right to protest your government in France -> get arrested by counter-terrorist UK police in London. That’s literally the reason he was given for being greeted by police at the train station...

[illalwaysbealoserforlove]

Her breathing is heavy as she settles down on my tongue, I tease over her clit, her hands are pressed down on the bed, either side of my legs.

I feel her shake slightly and moan softly for me.

This is what I love.

I slip down and lick her wetness that was dripping down , my eyes closing as I start lapping it up, sucking on her lips softly before moving back to her clit and doing the same.

She was withering, moaning and grinding against my face as she started to lose control.

It was so hot, my hands gripping her hips slightly, not enough to stop her moving but because I knew what was coming next.

I'm groaning against her, pushing my tongue in as far as I can and curling it each time, moving my fingers to rub her clit softly, making her let out a high pitched whimper, her breathing getting heavier, hips moving faster against me.

Fuck I want her to cum all over me, I need it.

Please fuck, please.

I know she can't hear me, but she can tell how much I want it, she can feel it as my tongue gets more desperate for her taste, slurping up her juices, licking and flicking my tongue over her swollen clit before I sucked on it again and she came all over me, my mouth and chin dripping with her.

But I don't stop there, this is where she starts to try and get away.

I grab her hips and keep her pulled down, sucking on her clit through her orgasm, overstimulating her.

Her legs shaking more and my groans getting louder against her, causing another orgasm a few moments later, dripping all over me, making me moan out and cum as well, she makes me so hot when she feels good, when she cums for me.