#god i love when women

[scorpioracha]

A healthy relationship is dancing to TT from twice on ft with your boyfriend and he’s just silently supportive

Me: 💃🏾🩰🎤🎵🤪

Him: 🙂😀😙👍🏻

[sunshine-1nc]

A croissant for the day

[lizard-rose]

Otoboke Beaver - Don’t Light My Fire

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

it’s the way i just saw this… ur so supportive i’m blushing 😭🥰😘

i want her so bad like, u don’t even know ugh she can just take me however she wants whenever she wants ya know?

her strap is literally in me rn, wdym u want it? it’s MINE she’s MINE BACK OFF grrrr bark bark

@wndaou

all the talk of gaming is making me think of gamer!wanda… she would be so mean, having you suck on her strap while she plays to “get it all nice and wet for mommy” and tells you that if she hears a sound then she’ll put the headset on u while she fucks you. “if you can’t be quiet for mommy, let’s see if you’ll shut up for them.” with a cruel smile on her face and petting your hair in faux sympathy “you wouldn’t want all mommy’s friends to hear, would you pup?” 💝

"Be a good girl now."

You get on your knees, positioning yourself on the pillow that Wanda so graciously provides. She looks down, and you think she looks absolutely regal from this angle with her jawline sharp and her long fingers pushing your hair away from your face and pulling it into a high ponytail.

"Yes, mommy." Your voice is already breathy, but you can't quite bring yourself to care. She smiles, and you feel yourself grow warm all over. Pulling your face towards her, your eyes fall to her strap as you tentatively run your tongue over it and kiss the tip.

"Go on, sweetheart," You hear, as she scoots her chair all the way in. "Get it all nice and wet for mommy, and if I hear a single sound out of you... then it'll be your turn for the headset."

You really can't help yourself, and find your hands making their way to Wanda's thighs as you attempt to take her whole strap in one go. You manage it, and feel her jerk under you as she starts her stream and opens the latest game she was playing.

Getting lost in the action of sucking, you start moving your head up and down enthusiastically. After a while, your jaw starts to ache, and you slow down slightly. Wanda can't have that, and so she sneaks a hand down and pulls your head down forcefully, choking you in the process.

"Oh, puppy." You see her face as she rolls her chair back slightly. The headset appears, and you can hear the chat notifications ringing in the background. "if you can't be good and quiet for mommy, let's see if you can shut up for my viewers, hmm?"

Your eyes widen, and her hand pets your hair as a false smile appears on her face. "Be good for mommy's friends sweetheart, you wouldn't want everyone to know what a whore you are, would you?"

She doesn't let you up until the stream is long over, your jaw is aching, and your knees are thoroughly bruised. You've never felt better.

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thank you for this one, anon!!

[glossoholicc]

okay buddy

[lotus-pear]

it doesn't matter how babygirl ur fav man is, he will ALWAYS be ten times sexier as a woman

[widebruh]

[jadewritesficshere]

Grey

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Synopsis: Steve gets a wake up call from yall's daughter

Contents: talks of aging, kids being kids, references to smut but nothing explicit

Steve groans as his consciousness comes to. Something is hitting his face. Someone. Repeatedly.

Steve squints his bleary eyes open as a hand smacks him in the jaw again. A small smile appears on his face even though his jaw stings from the impact. "Morning," Steve's voice is still thick with sleep as he turns to look into brown eyes barely peeking over the edge of the bed.

A quiet voice repeats back ,"Morning," to Steve before arms reach up over the edge of the bed to try and grasp something. Small hands grab the blanket and tug it off of him slightly as the child attempts to climb up. At two and half, Amelia Joy Harrington can barely see above the edge of her parents' bed, let alone get on it.

Steve hoists Amelia up and sits her on his stomach. Steve winces as Amelia scrambles, a stray foot hitting his thigh precariously close to his crotch. Arms are thrown around his neck in a hug as Amelia lays her head against her dad's chest.

Steve feels like his heart could burst out of his chest from the joy he is feeling. A hug from his baby? The best way to wake up in the morning. Who cares if his jaw is still stinging and probably red, his little girl loves him.

Steve sighs in contentment. Steve holds his daughter close until she starts to fidget and wiggle. Amelia sits up and throws her hands in the air. "Happy Birthday!" She whispers excitedly, except she has no concept of how quiet a whisper should actually be and says it in a much too loud voice.

"What?" Steve asks, hand hovering near Amelia's side in case she slips. Amelia's eyebrows furrow as she pouts at him, a look that is an exact copy of you. Her arms slowly lower as she stares at Steve. "Happy Birthday. You old." Amelia pouts at him.

Steve blinks at Amelia in confusion but nods his head. First off, rude, he isn't that old. Steve isn't sure where she gets her unfiltered, blunt commentary (it absolutely isn't him). Second, it absolutely isn't his birthday. Not even close.

"Why uh...why is it my birthday?" Steve asks, unsure if Amelia fully understands the concept. Not sure if he can explain the idea of a birthday to a two (and a half) year old. "Grey." Amelia declares giving Steve whiplash. Before Steve can speak, Amelia points at the comforter," Blue." Steve smiles," Yes, blue."

Amelia points to her shirt," Green." Steve nods. Amelia taps under Steve's eye, lashes brushing against her finger causing him to close it. Steve hopes she doesn't attempt to actually poke his eye.

"Brown." Amelia declares. "Thats right." Steve grins, his girl is so smart. Amelia points to his temple," Grey." "That's ri- what?! No!" Steve's mouth drops open as Amelia giggles. "Uncle Dustbin says grey is old. Birthday makes old. Happy Birthday!"

The creak of the loose floorboard in the hall notifies Steve of your approach. You peek into the doorway of the room, seeing your two favorite people. One looking aghast and the other giggling at her father's reaction.

"What's going on in here?" You ask, leaning against the doorway. "Grey. Birthday." Amelia announces, like it explains everything. And it does in her little mind.

You hum in response, looking at your husband who seems lost for words. Amelia slides off of Steve and off the bed, Steve guiding her so her feet land on the ground absent-mindedly. He would never let her fall or get hurt. Or you.

Amelia half walks half dances in your direction. A prance in her step, she stops in front of you and grabs your hands. "It's daddy's birthday," She says before headbutting your leg. You chuckle and pat her head as she dances out of the room, in her own little world.

"You lying to my kid again?" You ask once Amelia is gone. Steve sputters as he sits up," I did not- our kid- did not lie." "Uh-huh, sure," you say sarcastically. Steve rolls his eyes at you as he gets up out of bed.

Steve stretches as he rocks on his feet, back cracking, before strolling over to you. "Good morning," Steve mumbles, hand landing on your hip. You hum back as he leans in and kisses you. Soft. Slow. Sweet. Leaving you longing for more as he pulls back.

"Love you," Steve says, fingers running along the waistband of your pants. "I love you too," you want to melt into him. Curl up in his arms and stay in this moment. Let the love and adoration fill the air around you.

"Do I look old?" Steve is the first to break the silence. Your brow furrows in confusion," huh?" "Amelia she," Steve huffs out a laugh," said I have grey hair." You chuckle as you bring a hand up, fingers threading through his hair," You have some but its nice." "Its nice huh?" "Makes you look distinguished. Handsome." You bite your lip and look up at him.

Steve knows that look. Knows it well. It's the look you gave him the first time you moved past just making out. The same look you gave him on your first anniversary. The same look you wore on your wedding night. The same look you gave before Amelia was conceived.

Steve can't help the smirk that spreads across his face. If getting old gives him that look, well, he won't complain.

"What about me?" You ask, batting your lashes. "Beautiful," Steve kisses your cheek," Gorgeous," he kisses the corner of your lips. He continues to alternate between kissing all over your face and praising you.

"My love," Steve whispers before kissing you softly on the lips. You sigh into the kiss, one hand tangling in his hair, the other trying to pull him closer.

A loud crash from the living room has you two pulling back from the sweet moment you stole. "What was that?" You call down the hall. "Nothing!" Amelia yells back, making you sigh but smile. Steve can't help but grin too. His life was a little hectic dealing with a rambunctious child, but he wouldn't trade it for the world. And he thinks, if life is like this, he can manage getting old with you. He wouldn't want it any other way.

[jontaro-kun]

May I offer you a nice woman in this trying time?

[inkskinned]

it just sucks because nothing is ever fucking made for you, and if it is made for you like 75% of the time it gets chopped into little pieces by every person alive because this is the one thing you have, so it has to prove itself to you.

like, a thing can't just be for women. men need to assign it to women. women have to experience "must" or "should" before their hobbies and passions - women are allowed to do silly, passive things like tuck our ankles and titter behind a fan, or something. women are allowed to, they are welcomed to. like the world is a house and we are supposed to be in the kitchen and now we are being given the divine right to enter the living room if we bring chips

because when it becomes for you, or about you, that is when the thing is vile. you should/must wear makeup so you can appear beautiful to men. once you wear makeup for yourself, or because you yourself enjoy putting it on, then you are no longer doing the right thing. there is a reason men hate certain fashion trends. there is a reason men hate things like the pumpkin spice latte - because it's not about them. you are buying it because it is good for you. they degrade your passions and interests. there is a reason women-led fields are largely seen as being "not a real" profession. when you are a good cook, that is because you can provide for him. close your eyes. you're not going to be a chef, be honest. that is a man making food for himself.

bras are made so breasts will be appealing to men. they are rarely about comfort or support. you have given up entirely on the idea of pockets. young girls have to worry about a shorter inseam on their shorts. a girl on instagram gets her septum pierced, and men in the comments are rabid about it - i just want to rip it out of her face. she'd be beautiful without it.

and fucking everything is for them. even the media that is "for you" is for them, eventually. remember "my little pony"? remember how hard it is to convince any executive to believe that little girls are worth selling to? in the media that is for you, you see little ways that you still need to make it accessible for them - the man is always powerful, smart, masculine. he is a man's man. the media usually forgives him. it usually says okay, some men are awful, but hey! gotta love 'em. because if you don't hold their hands and say "this is literally just a story about my lived reality", they shit their pants about it. they demand you put them into the media that's for you.

these are people who are so used to glutting themselves on the world. they are used to having every corner and every dollar and every place of leadership. so you say can i please have one slice of cake, just for myself, please, holy shit. and they fucking weep about it. they say you're being unfair, because some of their one-thousand-slices aren't beautiful, and your singular cake slice doesn't have their name on it. and aren't you being rude by not offering to share?

and honestly. fucking - yeah, man. you were kind of surprised, because the cake is a little basic (you bake at home, you're way past this stuff). but holy shit, it was nice just to be offered cake in the first place. you're used to having to starve. you're used to getting nothing, but going to the party anyway, because you're expected (professionally) to show up. you liked that it is a simple cake, and that it is warm, and mostly: you like that there is, for once, a cake-for-you.

in the real world, outside of metaphor, it feels like fucking being slapped. barbie didn't even say anything particularly unusual; it literally just made factually evident points. there are less women in leadership than men. we can look at that fact objectively. that is a real thing that is happening. and the movie is aware that it has to defend itself! that it has to spend like half an hour just turning to the camera and saying: i know this is hard for you to understand, but this is a real thing that women experience.

it's just - this is that one kid on the playground who thinks its allowed to hog all the toys. he builds this hoard that nobody else is allowed to even look at, or he'll get aggressive. everyone's a little scared of him, so they let it slide, because his daddy gave him the golden touch. he hates when people cry and thinks bullying is cool. he writes boys only! on a big sign and makes all his friends take "alpha male" classes.

and then girls pick up barbies, because there was nothing left for them. and in the void they've been given, with their scraps: they make long, spiraling narratives about how barbie is actually descended from snakes and has given her righteous followers magical (if concerning) powers and can speak 32 languages (2 of which are animal related) and has big plans for infrastructure (beginning with the local interstate). and the boy comes over, and he has a huge fit about how the girls aren't "including" him. he wants to know why the girls aren't making the story about ken.

"we didn't like your story." the girls blink at him. they point to his war stories and the gi joes and the millions of male-led narratives and how still in the modern day men get two-thirds of the speaking roles in movies and they point to men making mediocre shows that don't get lambasted and they point to men encouraging toxic masculinity and they point to men everywhere, men and men and men. and they say: "how is this our fault? you had ken."

"no!" he is already back to screaming and stomping his feet and tearing at his hair and intentionally reminding them that men are holding back thinly concealed violence and he says: "if it's not for me, it's actually sexism."

[queenlucythevaliant]

Just to clarify my thoughts (since I've had a number of people ask me about it) re: Job and cursing God. There's a big difference between cursing God as used in Scripture and how we generally would think of cursing at God today.

Cursing someone, in the Bible, has a lot of depth to it. It's not just saying "screw you " in anger, it's got a sense of forsakenness to it. It's the opposite of a blessing, a removal of blessing. If the blessing is presence, your face shining on the person you're blessing, then a curse is absence. In some translations, Job's wife tells him to "renounce God and die," which I honestly think makes a lot more sense to modern ears.

Job says a lot of unpleasant things to and about God in his anger and grief. So do the Psalmists. A number of the Prophets. So can we. God can take it if we come to him with honest expressions of our emotion, including those not-so-nice ones directed at him. I don't think there's anything wrong with getting mad at God and saying, "How dare you, you bastard" when you suffer unjustly. You can say much worse, I think, without sinning, though I don't feel particularly inclined to give examples. But as long as it's an honest expression of your heart, I think you're doing exactly what prayer is for. You're presenting him your heart with an open hand. He can use that. Opposite of love is not hate but indifference, etc.

Job doesn't renounce God. Neither should we. But I think when you're truly suffering, you're gonna have those feelings toward God either way. He'd rather you address them with him directly than try to avoid them. Cursing at God in the modern sense is actually a great way to keep the relationship strong and not end up cursing/renouncing him in the Biblical sense.

[rainofthetwilight]

"THE RESISTENCE NEVER QUITS!"

"WE ARE ALL DRAGONS!"

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THE PARALLELS. THE PARALLELS. MOVE OUT OF MY WAY I AM SO NOT NORMAL RIGHT NOW

[cantgetworsethanthistbh]

Kindly asking you to tell the class about your gilf Constance x teen ford thoughts

oh anon you want my thoughts?? You want my THOUGHTS on teen ford x gilf constance?? MY thoughts?? my gilf loving and teen ford loving thoughts?? oh bitch ill give you my fucking THOUGHTS

So fuck it lets do a 2stans here because ive grown some damn empathy and realized i want this little loser to finally get some of his sisters delicious pussy and even better his SUPER HOT COUGAR GILF OF A SISTER. all her curves of her ass hips thighs and tits all filled out. corset/girdle and tights and pants and buttons on her suit shirt fighting for their LIVES with how tightly squeezed into all of it and so is ford, with how hard he already is. teen constance can mald about it but this isnt about her rn

but you know how old stan would totaly fluster the hell out of teen ford, well imagine that BUT SO MUCH WORSE. constance would flirt and play with teen fords hair and glasses and kiss his cheek and bend over unnecessarily infront of him just to get a rise out of him and it WORKS every single fucking time. shes just a hot hot older woman and hes a weak teen boy barely in control of his hormones with his oblivious same age sister, but here Stan is TOYING WITH HIM SO MUCH AND DRIVING HIM CRAZY, it takes no time for him to be on hands and knees for her WHEEZING AND BEGGING FOR A CHANCE

making out already has him be a whimpering mess on top of he and hes so cute HES SO CUTE TO CONSTANCE. so red and clearly having no idea wtf hes doing but hes humping her thigh already hard as hell and his hands are trying to get on as much of her as he can, especially all over her boobs the pervy little thing but can you fucking blame him. whatevers holding them up is his mortal enemy, but just about hes gonna let his teenage aggression get him constance is like "you wanna slide in there?"

"are you you serious??"

"why not" with a familiar but way WAY more dangerous smile with all her red lipstick smudged across and ford almost cums right there on the spot.

and when hes in her, barely two minutes and he's already milking himself in her in whimpers and crying, pathetic teen stamina failing him so bad as hes just riding it out and rutting in her desperately. hes red as hell from embarrassment but constance would have a fucking virgin kink and be SOOO fucking turned on HOLY SHIT. her brother was always cute but GOD hes so fucking cute when hes blushing sweaty and humiliated and profusely apologizing to her  while still barely controlling his humping.

its so hot, ford is so fucking hot to her. even if he tries to guilty pull away she'll wrap her legs and big fat thighs around his skinny waist and forces him to cockwarm in her. ofc this just turns ford on even more and theyre back at square one.

then when she makes him eat her out because hey she still hasnt cum, would you please be a dear sixer and help this lady get off. obviously he wouldnt know what THE FUCK hes doing but he'll do it, overly enthusiastic and unskilled and thats the hottest thing ever to her just to watch and feel how eager he is, lapping up his own cum without complaint because of the TASTE of her, this tongue moving against her like hes dying of fucking thirst until she finally comes all over his face, and theyre both euphoric and ford cant believe how fucking hot his sis grew up to be and how that blissful look on her face is because of HIM. stan is eyeing up how ADORABLY proud ford is. square one. AGAIN.  youd think their staminas would be shit but everything here aligns perfectly for them anon you dont get it

also teen constance, wherever she is is just mad as hell ford ditched her for a grandma. shes not THAT hot. ford cant be that into power suits or cougars. god bless her

[likesummerrainn]

AEW Collision | 08.10.24

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

thinking about when keating asks the purpose of language and neil says “to communicate” and keating goes “no! to woo women!” like?? did you expect neil perry of all people to guess/resonate with that?? you know just as well as i do that mf is a homosexual.

[sinful-lanterns]

bestie… did you see the ptn x Lawson collab… with garofano, Cabernet, eleven, and Chelsea bc it’s got me 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

I DIDDDDD!

THE MOMMIES 😭😭. LOOK AT THEM. Oh man…they give the vibes of rich sugar mommies looking for a cute, young woman to satisfy their wallet. Nnnnngh look at my wife Cabby. Look at Garofano. I want all four of these women to sandwich me and spoil me. I’m so downbad, let me be their girltoy pls… 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️