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[reasoningdaily]

Britain’s Modern-Day Slavery: Part 3 – Open-Air Exploitation

This is absolutely happening all over the world.

[ukclub]

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[wazzappp]

I think I hauve covid

[joonieskinks]

Simon Riley who detests your current boyfriend.

Sure, some days it’s smooth sailing but on others, they wreck you to your core and it’s up to Simon to help put your pieces back together.

One day your boyfriend will spend the whole day with you, the next completely ignoring you. He’ll go back on his word, neglect to tell you important things and is reluctant to spend time with you when you ask- No, beg.

So it’s Simon who picks you up from the street corner of the restaurant where you waited for over an hour. It’s Simon who you call over the phone at midnight for attention and reassurance. It’s Simon who comes over to your house to hold you, to comfort you, to be the boyfriend he couldn’t be for you.

And Simon makes this his mission, he is utterly determined to show his devotion and adoration to you. From being there for you, of course, but more than that. To show you how you need him, not your boyfriend.

It started off slow with Simon coming to your rescue and rubbing you on the back as you cried next to him on the couch, to then holding you, shushing your sobs with his rough lips on yours. His hands cradling your face, his leg between your own as he brings you onto his lap and chests brush each others.

Your clothes on the floor, his tongue down in your folds, making you moan his name again and again until it’s all you remember. His hands forming purple bruises around your hips from the tight grip, mine, mine, mine, he thinks.

How you trust him to treat you so well, making you come undone on his cock for the first time. How you latched yourself to his body as you went over the edge, begging him to stay close, to touch you, to reassure you he’s always going to be there. Mine, mine, mine.

And so he was, always. He knows he’s the man for you, not him. And Simon will try damn hard to prove you know it too.

Even if it means the now ex has gotta go iykwim.

[pocket-dragon]

not nearly enough Mama K content, GIVE THAT WOMAN A CHILD!

[tsuutarr]

On your hike, you find an abandoned shrine made of stone, created to worship a god that has long been forgotten. You don’t know why, but the sight makes your heart hurt, compelling you to tug and pull the vines that wrap around the stone shrine, cleaning up any dirt that mars it.

Once you’re satisfied, you leave a tiny coin offering, before leaving towards your next destination.

You are unaware of the small mark that begins to form on the back of your neck, glowing a brilliant blue.

What you do become aware of, though, is the water-related death that seems to occur around you. Your partner for a project drowned in a bathtub, your neighbor choked on some water, your friend slipped on a puddle and shattered their skull, and other such occurrences seem to be happening frequently recently. Not to mention the rain that has been present constantly these past few weeks – the gentle drizzle somehow feels like little kisses being peppered on your skin, while the harsher rainfall feels like hands caressing you.

You think you may be going a little crazy, but you can’t help it. You try to stay indoors when you can, avoiding any large bodies of water. You haven’t been able to drink water or shower in peace lately, too scared that you may face some water-related death.

Despite your caution, however, you’re forced to venture out due to work on a particularly rainy day. Despite your caution, you end up falling into a large river, slipping on the slippery sidewalk.

Despite your caution, you’re pretty sure you’ll die, the water dragging you down like weights.

When you see the violet glow of four eyes, you think you’re already dead.

But the large hand that cradles your face is too calloused and real for you to be dead.

“Pet,” the large creature purrs, his teeth shark-like and sharp. His voice rumbles deeply like the ocean, his four hands roaming your body. “Do not fret. I am your god. You will be safe by my side.”

[willgrahamscock]

my favorite dynamic is when they get divorced as foreplay

[drabsyo]

me? shipping another rare pair wlw in a fandom i'm 16 yrs late to? just another tuesday

[petshopbutch]

there is nothing hotter on this earth than backhanded, patronizing, layered-with-degradation praise. "the only thing you're good at is taking my cock, but god you're so good at it" "you're doing so well stretching around my strap - i know it's too much & it hurts right now, but just relax - i'll help you since you cant do it yourself" "its pathetic how you can't take me into your mouth without choking, but – shhh shh it's okay, you look so cute with tears in your eyes and drool on your face" like. if you are comforting me while we fuck while also making sure to remind me how stupid and needy i am. literally i will do anything that you ask

[rico-tyrell]

SEGA has finally announced;

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[flwrstqr]

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[bbq-potato-chip]

really been enjoying rewatching as of late

[fortunateisle]

hello

do you feel like your i m m o r t a l i t y is missing an e t e r n a l piece of you g o n e do you feel your bones are t o o r e a l does everything seem t o o f a s t and t o o c l o s e does your world s h r i v e l on the v i n e

there is a c u r e 🤍

did you know heaven is r e a l ? all your f r i e n d s are there i’m t h e r e i’m h e r e

[prettyflyshyguy]

FELT IS THE WARMEST PLACE TO HIDE

[see-arcane]

Trying to imagine Lucy’s situation right now.

Sleep means nightmares (if you’re alone).

Sleep means your blood is disappearing (if you’re alone).

Sleep means you’re doing worse than dying (if you’re alone).

And it’s all just Dracula playing with his food. The only thing keeping him from getting straight to the conclusion is his own restraint for the sadistic sport of it and practicing stealth in a land where he doesn’t yet rule the whole territory through fear.

But he could get away with it in one go. He could find half a dozen easy ways to pull it off before Van Helsing starts meddling in earnest.

…and that would end the game, wouldn’t it? No, no. Can’t have that. He wrung two whole months of fun out of Jonathan. Your turn now, Lucy.

[disease]

"INFLATABLE SCULPTURE" K. P. BREHMER | AUGENFILM, 1967