#what i get off to

[sweet-slut]

I'd strip you of all your clothes and tie your arms to you bed frame, completely spread so you can't move your hands down to cover your face from embarrassment. I'll wrap my belt around your neck just tight enough so you can't get comfortable, but not tight enough to completely block your breathing.

I'll finger fuck your already dripping cunt until you get right on the edge of cumming, and I'll hold you there for as long as you can manage, slapping your tits between poundings. Once you've cum once, I'll speed up and bring on the next quicker, and another after that, and another....

Totally overstimulated after cumming so many times in a row with no break, your red and abused pussy will be so sensitive to the touch, that a breeze sends a shock up your spine. Your legs will be so weak and tired that you won't be able to force them closed when I slide in between them. I'll drag the tip of my cock along your lips and slowly push in. I'll stroke my cock back and forth so painfully slow on your aching cunt, that you'll be both begging me to pull out and also trying to drag me further in.

I'll hold you numb legs up and press my weight down on you, fucking you deeper and harder. When I cum inside you, I'll slowly drag myself out, letting my cock go flaccid and slide out the rest of the way on its own. Your poor, abused cunt will be so achingly sore, you won't even have the strength to force my load out of you or hold it in. It'll just dribble out and onto the bed below you, where it'll get mixed with all of your juices spilled over the last few hours.

After untying your arms, I'll push some of my cum back into you, and have you suck my fingers clean, before drying you off with a towel and moving you from the bed so I can put on fresh sheets. After I've thoroughly fucked a baby into you, we'll cuddle up and try to watch a movie or show without falling asleep too quickly. You've been such a good girl for me baby, you deserve to rest comfortably....until we go again tomorrow night. We'll do this every night until your knocked up or mentally broken.

Ohhhh myyyy godddd can I choose knocked up pleaseeeeeeeeeeee

God I want you to breed my tiny unprotected pussy pleaseeeeeee

Whoever you are…pleaseeeeeeee god please

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[lgbtlunaverse]

The world exists in such a baffling state of simultaneous sex-aversion and sex-hegemony. Every social platform on the internet is trying to banish sex workers to the shadow realm but I can't post a tweet without at least two bots replying P U S S Y I N B I O. People are self-censoring sex to seggs and $3× but every other ad you see is still filled with half-naked women. Rightwingers want queer people arrested for so much as existing in the same postal code as a child and are also drumming up a moral panic about how teenage boys aren't getting laid enough. I feel like I'm losing my mind.

[podcastwizard]

this will not be a bridgerton blog but for the foreseeable future i will not be thinking about anything other than bridgerton

(original post @romanceyourdemons)

[keymintt]

they say it wasn't humans who found the lost dutchman's gold

(another set of traffic box illustrations!!)

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

the high guards littlest fan

[egophiliac]

can't believe that skeleman has turned on us, and Halloween Prom is tomorrow.

(what a top-tier UM...we are about to be just totally obliterated in the absolute silliest way. what possible use could this power have outside of bringing us to the brink of utter holiday disaster.)

[chaoticbuggybitchboy]

So done with all the defeatism nonsense. Life keeps going. My girlfriend has her first job interview later this morning. I’ve got to fold my laundry. My friends and I have a d&d session later this week. We’re still going. You’ll keep going. I’ll drag your asses into the future kicking and screaming because they want you to lay down and die. And I’ll be damned if any of us do what they want.

[b-a-m]

what i drew on halloween! werewolf marina and vampire pearl

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanny can’t explain everything in the FNAF pizzaplex..

[inkskinned]

the thing about some men is that they want you to remember, at all times, that you are underneath them. that with one word or look or "joke", you will stay beneath them. that even "exceptions" to the rule are not true exceptions - the commonly cited statistic that one in eight men believe they could win against serena williams.

women's gymnastics is often not seen as real gymnastics. whatever the fuck non-euclidian horrors rhythmic gymnasts are capable of, it's often tamped down as being not a sport. some of the most dominant athletes in the world are women. nobody watches women's soccer. despite years of dancing and being built like a fucking brick, men always assume they're faster and stronger than i am. you wouldn't like what happens when they are incorrect. once while drunk at a guy's house i won a held-plank challenge by a solid minute. the party was over after that - he became exceedingly violent.

what i mean is that you can be perfect, and they still think you're ... lacking, somehow. i hope you understand i'm trying to express a neutral statement when i say: taylor swift was the possibly the most patriarchy-palatable, straight-down-the-line woman we could churn out. she is white, conventionally attractive, usually pretty mild in personality. say what you will about her (and you should, she's a billionaire, she can handle it), but a few things seem to be true about her: 1. she can write a damn catchy song, and 2. the eras tour truly was a massive commercial success and was also genuinely an impressive feat of human athleticism and performance.

i don't know if she deserves the title of "woman of the year," i'm not debating that in this post. what i am saying is that she was named Woman of The Year, and then an untalented man got onstage at the golden globes and made fun of her for attending her boyfriend's football games. what i am saying is that this woman altered local economies - and her dating life is still being made into a "harmless" punchline. the camera panned, greedy, over to her downing a full glass of champagne. congratulations taylor! you are woman of the year! but you are a woman. even her.

fuck, man. write better material.

a guy gets onstage at a college graduation and despite the fact like half the crowd is made up of women, he spends a significant proportion of it warning these people - who spent possibly hundreds of thousands of dollars on their education - that they were lied to. that the "real" meaning of femininity is motherhood. that they shouldn't rest on the laurels of that education-they-paid-for but instead throw it away to kneel at a man's heel. imagine that. sweating in your godawful polyester gown (that you also had to pay for!), fresh out of 4 years of pushing yourself ever-harder: and some guy you've never met - who knows nothing about you - he reminds you this "win" is a pyrrhic one at best. you really shouldn't consider yourself that extraordinary. you're still a woman, even after years of study.

god forbid you are not a pretty woman, but if you are pretty, you must be dumb. god forbid you are not ablebodied or white or cis or straight or good at swallowing. you must be beneath a man, or else they are not a man. the equation for masculinity seems to just be: that which is not a woman or womanly (god forbid). anything "feminine" is thereby anathema. to engage in "feminine" things such as therapy, getting a hug from a friend, or crying - it is giving up ones manhood. therefore women need to be put in their place to ensure that masculinity is protected.

this is something i have struggled to explain to terfs - they are not doing the work of feminism, but rather the patriarchy. by asserting that women and men must be (on some secret level) oppositional and in conflict, they also assume that being a woman is akin to being another species. but bigotry does not stem from observational truths or clarity - that is what makes it bigotry. there was nothing in my childhood that made me fundamentally different from my brother. we are treated differently nonetheless. to assert there is some biological drive that enforces my gender role is to assert that women have a gendered role. men do not see women as equal to them not because of biological reality - but instead because the core tenant of the patriarchy is that women aren't full, realized people.

we are told from a very young age to excuse misbehavior as a single man's choice - not all men. it is not all men, just that one guy. all women are gold-digging bitches who belong in the kitchen - but if a man is mean, bigoted, or violent to you, it's just that particular guy, and that means nothing about men-as-a-whole. it is only one guy who got mad when you gently rejected him. it is only one guy who warns her this trophy is heavy, are you sure you can hold it? it is only one guy who smashes her face into the cake. it is only one guy talking into a mic about hating our bodily autonomy.

i have just found that they often wait until the moment we actually seem to be upstaging them. you sit in a meeting where you're presenting your own findings and he says get me a coffee? or you run to the end of the marathon and are about to finish first and he pushes your kids out in front of you. you win the chess game and they make some comment akin to well, you're ugly away. we can be the billionaire and get the dream life and finally fucking do it and yet! still! they have this strange, visceral urge to say well actually, if you think you're so great -

it's not one just one guy. it's one in eight.

[sweet-slut]

You're so broke. And you just got fired from the cafe you worked at. Now you're carefully counting every last penny you have, while leaning on the wall near the sidewalk.

"Do you need money?" A man pops put in front of you. You yelp and stare at him, scared out of your life. "Sorry ma'am. But, do you need money?" He asks you. You nod. "Why?" You ask.

"If you take part in our small quiz show in the van over there, you can win upto 100 dollars if you win." He says.

You mindlessly nod and follow him.

That was wrong, very wrong. Because the man inside the van is the most hottest man you've seen. And you being the sluttiest creature ever, stare at his dick. Its soft, but you can see it through his loose sweatpants.

He tells you the rules - you lose, he gets to strip one piece of clothing from your tiny, pretty body.

You knew the first question, but you answer wrong. The man grins, taking his own sweet time to take off your fishnets.

His fingers purposefully graze over you clothed pussy and you almost, just almost get wet. You're strong, he thinks. You genuinely don't know the next question, and get it wrong. The van starts moving, and you know you'll probably get kidnapped, but you don't care.

The man takes of your shirt. He can see your lovely tits covered in your white sports bra. He grabs a water bottle and pours it over your chest. You squirm, but now he can see your tits. Your eyes trail down to the huge tent in his pants - he's hard.

You get the next question wrong, he pulls off all your accessories. You mumble - one at a time. He says - dumb slut.

Your thighs spasm, you're getting wet. He can almost smell your arousal.

You get the next question wrong too. He grins, taking a scissor to cut off your bra.

His mouth latches onto your hard tits. You moan as he flicks it up. He says - lewd. You're such a dumb slut.

He rips of your panties. You're happy you shaved. He awes at the smoothness, rubbing your wetness up and down. He looks at your pussy and growls.

Oh my god how much I love it when I get stories like this 💋

Maybe with every wrong answer I give now I’ll get my wet pussy spanked? Until she’s swollen and sooooo sensitive….

[sophies-junkyard]

I’m in the South. I’ve got ears to the ground. Republicans are SWEATING at the prospect of Kamala being nominated. They’re not sure Trump can beat her.

Let’s prove them right.

[puppyeared]

renaissance dogys

characters belong to @canisalbus

[teaboot]

Okay so I may have been struggling under a miscommunication issue

[keymintt]

a comic/zine about coyotes