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Talking to me :3

This is just a cute post to remind or to tell people that if you want faster and better responses please contact my discord which is :

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I thank you kindly for reading this quick post

People be like: WHITE BOY SAVE ME

And then it's character from anime with obvioisly asian name and surname. DUDE IF HE'S LIGHT SKINNED IT DOESN'T MEAN HE'S WHITE

Controversial take maybe, but "Real-life opression reflects in fandom spaces too" and "You shouldn't see what person ships as a reflection of their morals" can and should coexist

Shotout to non-white transmasc people.

Transmasc people who have textured hair and don't want to cut It short.

Transmasc people whose culture doesn't consider long hair as feminine.

Transmasc people who want to appear feminine, but are masculinized by society.

Transmasc people who aren't "cute skinny non-threatening hairless white boy".

Transmasc people who think about living as a cis woman to find a husband to not let their ethnicity dissapear.

I am tired o talking with humans, bitches get stitches. fucking whimsy

my friend: yeah she said he was an ick

me: well you know what they say about ick!

me: just add D!

my friend: …what the fuck

(and of course the friend is @xx-the-cringest-ever-xx)

I am Sami and my children in the picture lost their mother who passed away a few days ago due to low immunity and the severe cold in the tent. We are in dire need of your help now with a simple

donation that makes a big difference so that we can buy some clothes and protect our children in a safe shelter. Your participation also helps us save the remaining family members alive.

Donate here 🍁

I respect other people's tastes and preferences.

But if you hate Ranpo or Kunikida, don't even try to talk to me.

"B-but Ranpo/Kunikida is so annoying!!" No you are

you know when your adhd compels you to immediately stop all work and begin reharmonizing a choir warmup for spooky season (october) and purposefully go download a free videoediting software (ShotCut, hot artists dont gatekeep) to then continuously voice record myself for the next one hour exactly cutting and editing the voice recordings to line up (speeding up by 1.001000x with pitch consideration) and then having a result that was absolutely not worth the time because your two-voice harmony one sounded much better than the three-voice one you spent twice the amount of time as the two-voice harmony one figuring out and you messaged your music major friend about it but theyre asleep rn so your thoughts are still hyperfixated on music even though i've music'd all the music there is to music right now because i have no instruments near my vicinity enough for my adhd to consider it more convenient than it is important to stay hyperfixated on this unimportant task?

yeah me neither

KH OC week 2024 - Day 1: Introduction.

''What if unversed will get it's own heart?''

name: Hajime (self-chosen name) | age: ??? | gender: male | experiment № ??? | keyblade wielder

short description: Hajime is a "not very successful" experiment of one of Ansem the Wise's apprentices, but that gave him a body in which his heart could now exist. Now he has his own weak, imperfect heart, and a body to match. At the moment he was created, and for a long time after, he was in a very deep sleep. For the worlds outside he slept for more than 10 years, but all this time he tried to get used to his new heart, understand it, and wake up for the first time.

For Hajime this was his first internal awakening, 'cause all this time before he was just a creature driven by instincts, filled with negative emotions. Finally waking up from a long sleep, for him his whole body felt heavy, his bones bent for the first time, his skin was unusually soft and warm. Everything seemed painfully unfamiliar, he was lost. Hajime had a lot of questions in his head, all he wanted now was answers.

nature: Hajime is always more susceptible to his negative emotions, while the positive ones are somewhere deep inside, hidden and very difficult to reach. This makes him emotionless most of the time, where anyone would smile or laugh he feels something strange, and it is hard for him to give free rein to natural positive emotions, they always get like a lump in his throat. He has yet to understand what is happening to him.

my comment: For me Hajime is a child between me, the Kingdom Hearts universe and my huge interest in it. Another attempt to create an art project. I decided to see what interesting things I can come up with within this universe, try myself in something new, absorb new knowledge in the concept, design and other things that I love based on Kingdom Hearts. I was amazed by many interesting scenario, design and art decisions made by developers. Hajime is also my personal huge experiment on the basis of "what I am capable of and what can I learn".

I can't say for sure what awaits him in the future, but for now he is motivation for me. (and now there is a good reason to rewatch Disney films)

I'm very luckily returned on Tumblr and came across this event. I am also very glad that now i had reason to share the already finished concepts and ideas of this character, who has been with me for quite a long time and has survived a kind of creative hell in my head lol. + sorry for my english, i'm not a native speaker!

@khoc-week

The whole thing makes more sense if you click the first picture to where you can see the whole image (the same can be said for the last post)

The blacked out parts include my ✨legal name✨

Cock drunk Mutual ✅️

Multiple orgasms ✅️

Recognizing her efforts ✅️

She left the bathroom door open. An invitation. A challenge. Steam rolls out, thick and heavy, but it’s her scent that draws me in—sweet, needy, already waiting. I step inside, and there she is, standing under the shower, her hands gliding over her wet skin, pretending she doesn’t know exactly what she just did.

But I know.

I don’t say a word. I don’t need to. In three strides, I’m behind her, yanking her against me, letting her feel exactly what she’s done to me. She gasps, back arching, ass pressing into my cock, slick and ready. My hand snakes up, fingers wrapping around her throat, tilting her head back against my shoulder.

“You knew I’d come,” I growl against her ear.

She whimpers, nodding. That’s all I need. I shove her forward, pressing her against the cold tile, spreading her open. No teasing. No hesitation. Just one brutal thrust, and I’m inside—hot, tight, perfect pussy.

She cries out, hands scrambling for something to hold onto, but I don’t let up. I grip her hips and fuck her like an animal, like she’s mine to take, mine to fill. Because she is. Every slap of skin, every ragged moan, every desperate clench of her soaked cunt screams it.

She left that door open because she wanted this—wanted to be bred, claimed, ruined. And I give it to her, pounding her into the tile, dragging my teeth over her shoulder, leaving my mark.

Her legs shake first, a strangled moan ripping from her throat as she comes, walls milking my cock, begging for more. I don’t stop, don’t slow. I grab her tighter, thrust deeper, chasing the only thing left—burying myself inside her and filling her up completely until she has no doubt she’s been fucking bred.

The second you step inside, I’m on you. I grab your wrist and yank you against me, my grip firm, my breath hot against your ear.

"You listened"

I murmur, my hand already sliding up your thigh, finding panties but just bare skin.

You shiver, but before you can react, I spin you around and shove your face against the wall, pressing my body hard into you. My hand grips your throat—not too tight, just enough to remind you who’s in control.

"You really walked around all day like this?"

I growl, my other hand slipping between your legs, fingers teasing, exploring your wet cunt.

"Nothing under that little skirt? Acting innocent while knowing exactly what you were doing?"

You whimper, pushing back against me, craving more. I chuckle darkly, yanking your hips back, forcing you into the position I want.

"Filthy slut,"

I whisper, my teeth grazing your earlobe. Then, without warning—SMACK. My palm lands hard on your ass, the sharp sting making you jolt. You gasp, but you don’t pull away. You want this.

Another slap. Then another. Harder this time. Your skin turns pink, then red, each strike making you tremble, making you more desperate.

"Look at you," I taunt, gripping your waist as I admire my work. "Dripping, squirming, needy." My fingers slide between your legs again, teasing your now soaked pussy.

"You wanted this all along, didn’t you?"

I grab your chin, tilting your face toward me, forcing you to meet my eyes.

"Now, beg to be used and fucked,"

I demand.

"Let me hear how much you love being put in your place."

"Come here, baby." I command, my voice deep, laced with intent. "Tell me what's been bothering you and don't stop until I tell you to."

You step closer, frustration in your eyes, the weight of your day heavy on your shoulders. But the moment my hands find you, warm with oil, gliding over your skin, you start to unravel.

I start slow—pressing deep into your muscles, working out every ounce of tension. Your words come in broken sentences, your mind trying to hold onto your thoughts, but my touch keeps pulling you away, deeper into me.

Then my hands slide lower between the thighs. My fingers stroke your pretty pussy in a soothing rhythm that makes you gasp, makes you move your legs part just a little more. You try to keep talking, try to stay in control, but the pleasure is drowning you now. With my other palm making a firm grip around your neck and holding you in place as I increase the intensity, I feel your breathing change, hips shifting and squirming, your hands grasping my bulge desperate for more. It's a pleasure to see you get needy whej you feel the pressure building inside you.

And I DON'T STOP. I work you open, deeper, rougher, until your mind is blank—until your only focus is how my fingers feel caressing your inside. Your stress? Your struggles? Forgotten. Right now, there’s only this. Only me, inside my pretty little bitch - Physically and Mentally.

I’m going to take you roughly—pin you down, wrap my hand around your throat, and watch the need in your eyes as you surrender to me. You don’t get to decide how or when—I do. I’ll fuck you like you were made for me, like your only purpose is to please me, make me cum, to be used until you’re trembling and spent. I want to hear you beg, feel you struggle, and know that no matter how much you resist, in the end, you’ll give in

As the tip of my cock rests against your cervix gently inside your tight ovulating pussy, a strong, deliberate final thrust sends the thick, velvety cum surging inside. The cervix opens up ever so slightly, for you to embrace the warmth of the filling as each load of potent semen from the throbbing cock overloads your uterine, till it's full. But then—too much. A sudden loss of control. The pressure builds, and when I finally pull out, the excess cum follows, spilling in a slow, indulgent stream of our mixed cum from your pretty quivering pussy. It glistens as it pools onto the bedsheet, a creamy, decadent mess—more than you intended, but oh, so tempting.

And just as your mind struggles to piece itself back together, I press a gentle kiss to your forehead—a final seal on this perfect breeding session.

Owned in Every Way: The Intimacy of Missionary

When I take you in missionary, it’s not just about dominance—it’s about possession. My weight presses you into the bed, my hands keep you exactly where I want you, but it’s your eyes I claim the most. No turning away, no hiding—just you, fully open, fully mine. Every thrust reminds you who you belong to, and in that moment, there is no escape… only surrender.

A modest girl with values who enjoys being a freak in the sheets. Is it too much to ask from you my babygirl?