Depreshaun

I'm 21! Radical Feminist. Just figuring things out as I go.🍵 Thank you for visiting my blog, I hope you like it here. 🍓💗MINORS DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT BY THE WAY

[doingitatmybirthdaydinner]

0% of females are males who are sexually aroused by the idea or imagery of themselves as female. women feeling sexy or turned on when they wear lingerie or get their hair done is not remotely the same as males with a full on taboo dark fetish for cross dressing both in private and public and taking on a woman identity with a different name and pronouns for sexual gratification.

[deliciouskeys]

Homelander x Vought (most toxic pairing in the fandom) (youtube)

I come from scientists and atheists and white men who killed god.

[livingthegifs]

"F*ck!”   [Requested by facingtheraven]

By: thejennire

✦Send your request [x]✦

[safedistancefrombeingsmart]

Since I am already not able to sleep… why not look at this gifset? 💁‍♀️

[whateverbringsyouthroughthenight]

Red Shoes (2009) by Mexican artist Elina Chauvet, installation on male violence and number of missing women and girls to femicide -murder of females

[ackshuallyvalerie]

And latest art for those who maybe didn't see it yet on other platforms ♥

[seppez]

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[ruuling]

[woman-island]

This is mainly the fault of white entitled perverted men. I say this as a black radical lesbian feminist. Anyone who dares say otherwise....

Look at the black trans community in America, they have developed a whole going out scene, ballroom is there because even the white gays where racist. They had no place to go...WHAT DID THEY DO...they made one of their own.

They developped a language of their own, they developped a music genre, a family system of their own, a way dressing, a way of competition that is both fun, open and accesable for all who wish to engage with their community. All of which is now widespread and well known...

What have white trans people done with their wealth and freedom. (They love to send rape threaths to a woman building rape shelters...more on that later)

WHITE SUPREMACY is what leads to the entitlement we have seen which comes from the WORST PART OF THE TRANS MOVEMENT which is perverted white men! RADICAL FEMINISTS HAVE BEEN SAYING THIS!

White men are the only part of the trans community who feel entitled to SOMEONE ELSE THEIR SPACE. Their whole history is about taking space that is not theirs. Their whole believe system is fed by their unrelentless greed for the that what does not belong to them.

Womanhood is the final frontier for racist rapists who have no where else to go.

''If I am a woman, you should bark and agree'' ''If I am a woman you are a terf for not allowing me in your rape centers.''

NO, BECAUSE SELFIDENTIFICATION LAWS ARE FLAWED!

This last sentence is what led to JK ROWLING GETTING RAPE THREATHS FROM MUTANTS calling themselves woke trans activists! She build a rape center...

And white men wanted acces...

I FUCK YOU NOT!

[feminine-wrath]

Hm

[lenalenouilleisblogging]

Damn that's crazy 💔 thank glob in woman world we have free housing and a booming economy and everyone's friends and we hate technology 💚 I sure am glad we live in a completely separate society

[taleoftwobrunos]

NARUSAKU WORLD DOMINATION

[bilgisticallykosher]

Grace's background is lighter because I turned the light up when I took the picture lmao

"Partner" used intentionally to be vague. Adrian isn't there, they're too big to fit on the paper, tragic. (Didn't feel like drawing them.)

Full shot:

Simon came out exactly how I pictured him (I did his face scar the wrong angle, F). I'm never drawing Rocky again.

EDIT:

[poisonedviolets]

“Despite everything it’s still you”

I'm seeing all the mistakes after it's posted help me🫩

[feeltheoceanholdmeunder]

[detrans-radfem]

Men are viewed as the "standard," whereas women are treated as if they were a "different kind" of man—for instance, in medicine. For decades, research into many medications was conducted almost exclusively on men or male cells. Because the female hormonal cycle was considered "too complicated" for studies, women were simply left out. As a result, women often received incorrect dosages or suffered from severe side effects.

Another example is crash testing. For decades, automotive safety systems were tested almost exclusively using a standard crash-test dummy—1.75 meters tall and weighing 78 kilograms—representing an average man. When female dummies were used at all, they were usually just scaled-down versions placed in the passenger seat. However, because women differ in terms of muscle mass, bone density, and seating position, seatbelts and airbags offered them less protection. Consequently, women faced a significantly higher risk of serious injury in car accidents

[somanywips]

Obito meeting Iruka for the first time and getting so so red because Kakashi always uses the sharingan when he's fucking Iruka so Obito has seen literally everything

[doingitatmybirthdaydinner]

i’m a woman because i’m female. and an adult, and a human. so while i do have the female thing in common with a female dog, i don’t have the adult human thing in common with them. what’s your point? the people disagreeing with you are not bots sent by the trump administration. remove head from ass please

[doingitatmybirthdaydinner]

don’t let the women in the comments take the term referring to women’s genitalia as smelling like fish away from you 💕 #protect the men

hey man please don’t listen to these women in your comments. women have no right to tel you not to use misogynistic slang form your own community that’s been in use for decades

dude it’s a man using a term that says vaginas smell like fish. like what do you mean 💕💕💕?? the community it originated from and how long it’s been in use for has no bearing on the misogyny and just general rude crassness of the term. how about #protectwomen? why are you fighting tooth and nail to protect a man’s right to compliment himself by calling women’s vaginas fishy, without criticism? because we have free speech, so he’s absolutely free to use the term whenever. so really these people are defending a man’s right to be misogynistic WITHOUT criticism. the thing you are fighting tooth and nail to defend is a man not being criticized. none of us are above criticism. if you have a proper retort the criticism, please share it, rather than deflecting by discussing the act of criticism. address the actual criticism

[fricks]

Fucking Higuruma before marrying Nanami ☆

cw; even more cuck shit, fem reader

“I’m so happy for the two of you. Truly.” Higuruma’s eyes are lidded with lust as he laps at your pussy, arms hooked around your spread thighs. He’s prone on the pressed sheets of the hotel bed, grinding down into the mattress as he tastes you. “You’re a beautiful couple. Especially from this angle.”

You can’t help but shy away from his praise. Hiromi has seen you from between the plush of your thighs many times before, but he’s so adoring in his gaze that it almost feels wrong. You turn, hide your face in the big arm of your fiancé, who is sat behind you; your bare back to his clothed chest. 

“Come on, hon,” Nanami tsks. “Use your manners. Tell Hiromi thank you.”

“Thank you,” you breathe out shakily. You aren’t sure if your cheeks or cunt is more heated with need. “Thank you, Hiromi.”

This isn’t the first time that Kento has let Hiromi fuck you while he watched — you’ve been doing this for years now, meeting in the late evening to be passed between them like a borrowed book — but it will be the last. 

Tomorrow, you’ll be Mrs. Nanami, and in the name of settling down, you and your husband-to-be have decided that your weekly trysts with his best friend are better left in the past. A fond memory to look back on from before you were married, when you were young and wild and did crazy things like fuck other people. 

But you’re about to make a vow of complete devotion to each other, so one last time for nostalgia’s sake it will be.

Higuruma focuses on your pussy again, and lets out a long, breathless moan as he drags his flattened tongue from your hole to your clit. He collects the copious amount of arousal that drools out of you, uses it to help his tongue glide over your clit in the firm up-and-down motion you didn’t know you loved until he started doing. 

He’s always been a messier eater than Nanami. When you were in college, and this was just a sneaky experiment between friends, they used to fight over who could make you cum quicker with their tongue. It was their version of a sex bet; when the guys in frats would compete with body count, they would compete with your body. Whoever got you to the edge in better time got you under the desk when they were studying next. Being respective law and business majors meant they had many study hours to fight for. 

Hiromi almost always won. Not for Kento’s lack of skill — you’re marrying him after all — but because Hiromi had a certain penchant to using his tongue that your boyfriend could never quite replicate. He could pull you apart at the seams in no time, and his skills have only gotten better with time and age. 

The tip of his nose bumps your clit as he dips back down to your hole, pushing the tip of his tongue inside and looking up to meet your eyes. His lips tighten, white teeth flash in a smile as he ogles the state you’re in. 

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Nanami’s chest rumbles as he speaks, sending vibrations into your back. His low tenor has your hips grinding up, swiping your clit against the ridge of Hiromi’s nose. “She’ll look so perfect in white tomorrow.”

Hiromi hums in agreement, not wasting his words on what you already know he agrees with. He’ll be right there at Nanami’s side — his best man — watching him marry the woman he fucked to tears the night before. There’s a grin pulling at his busy lips. 

Your fiancé kisses your neck, holding your waist with his hot hands. It’s always turned him on to have you against him, wholly naked, as his clothes stay on. It’s a dynamic thing, maybe. Or he just likes your body.

Best of both worlds. You can feel the ridge of his hard cock through the comfy sweats he wears; a casual choice for such a highly-strung man. It throbs against your back, twitching each time his best friend pulls a decent moan from your throat. He’s never been jealous with Hiromi — just… horny.

Especially when he gets you all worked up like this. You writhe against him, whining when he reaches around to tweak your nipples between his fingers. You’re so close to coming that Nanami can practically feel you vibrating, unable to keep still with all of that pleasure coursing through your veins. It’s a nice reprieve from the stress of wedding planning.

When you reach your peak, you cum with a beautiful cry that Hiromi is going to miss very sorely once this arrangement of yours is over. He tries to hide the way he humps the mattress, a few strokes away from cumming in his briefs at just the taste of you, but he knows that at least Nanami catches on. 

He can’t be blamed. You’re such an experience. 

Hiromi plants a sweet kiss right to your throbbing clit as you calm down, a knowing smile on his face. He straightens up and palms his hard length through his underwear before peeling them down from the waistband. His cock, eager and weeping at the tip, springs free. 

“Ready for me, beauty?”

The nickname pulls a smile to your lips. Memories of times just like these, caught between your boyfriend and his best friend as they decide who’s gonna do what to you next, flash at the forefront of your mind. God, you’ll miss this.

“Mhm,” you nod, settling back against Nanami’s chest a little higher. Your fiancé spreads a hand over your stomach, fingers tapping against your skin in a lazy rhythm. Tap tap tap. A reminder that he’s there and willing. 

“Good,” Hiromi pumps his cock once, twice, and then presses his tip against your entrance with a hiss of air through his teeth. He drags himself upwards to your clit, kissing it with his cockhead, and then back down. “You are divine.”

“Smooth talker,” Nanami chuckles from behind you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Trying to steal my girl, Higuruma?”

Hiromi nods, cheeky. “From day one.”

He slides into you, nice and slow to allow you to adjust to his girth. He’s thicker than Nanami, albeit a touch shorter, so you have to get used to the stretch when you take him. By the time he’s fully sheathed inside of you, your skin is alight with need. He fills you out so well, balls pressing against your ass as he tests his depths with a groan. 

Your back arches away from Nanami’s chest as you take the cock of his long-time best friend. It’s symbolic in its own right, as is the way he pulls you back to his chest and grounds you with a kiss to your shoulder. You exhale, part your lips, and let yourself be sandwiched by two men who love you, and your body, and sharing it between them. 

Hiromi kisses you, brings one hand up to cup the side of your face as your head is pushed back into your fiancé’s chest. His lips move messily against yours, the taste of his last meal between your thighs still evident on his tongue as he runs it over yours. He explores the crevices of your mouth, lets himself become acquainted with each of your teeth that’ll gleam white in your wedding photos tomorrow. 

And he tries not to think about it, how this will be the last time he’s inside of you. He agreed with a dutiful nod and respectable handshake to Nanami when you mentioned settling down after marriage, devoting yourselves to each other. It’s not like he hasn’t been on dates, taken the occasional tryst home to lay between his dark sheets. He’s had his fill, and you belong to Nanami first and foremost.

Still, he speaks low against your lips. “I miss you already.”

You whine a little, wiggle your hips as he starts to slowly pull out of you, just to slowly push back in. “Me too.”

“Both of us,” Nanami’s hold on your hips tightens as he speaks, looking at his best friend over your head. “I do love this view.”

“So you’ve said,” he laughs, taking a better grip of your thighs to guide your legs around his waist. “I hope you know I’ll never let you get away with anything now. I’ll have a thousand different anecdotes, and I’ll use them generously.” He puts a faux-pretentious voice on; “Well, Kento, considering I have slept with your wife...”

The rumble of your fiancé’s laughter is strong against your back. He reaches around your body to flick the side of Hiromi’s head, which earns him a sharp look in turn. Hiromi throbs inside of you, his hips still, and you roll your eyes.

“Come on,” you whine. “I need you, Hiromi.”

That zeroes him in. He’s raking his eyes over your face with a quirked lip, and nodding. “Course, beauty. I’m sorry, let’s get you taken care of.”

He picks up his pace, rolling his hips in a nice rhythm that doesn’t overwhelm you, but lets you sit in the pleasure that taking his cock allows for. Your legs, locked tight around his waist, start to tremble a little as he finds a good pace. The metrical drag and pull of his cock inside of you has the colours of this hotel room looking more vivid; each vein and ridge of his cock works together to stimulate you into bliss.

Hiromi fucks you with such a fever that each thrust into you has you rocking back against Kento’s cock. He’s groaning low in your ear, trying not to make a mess of his sweats and instead revel in yours and Hiromi’s last time together, but his mission is futile.

“Shit,” you can feel him from behind you, grinding against your back even as he’s supposed to be playing spectator. “You’re killing me here, baby.”

Hiromi can’t even muster up something smart to retort. He’s already growing pussydrunk, too distracted with your body to give a shit what his friend is doing behind you. He’s ducking down to lick and nip at your neck, using all his willpower not to leave marks for you to wear on your wedding day. 

God, he wants to claim you in any way he can. Filling you up with his spill will have to do.

He chases his orgasm with a quick pace and even meaner thrusts. You watch the lines of his face contort and tighten as his release nears, the pulsing of his cock inside of you grasses on his pleasure. It’s with a kiss to your lips that he finally cums, filling you up dutifully with a raw moan straight from his chest. 

Though he doesn’t stop there — even when his balls are emptied inside of you, dick oversensitive and sore with use. He keeps going, jaw clenched, until you join him at your peak. 

“You don’t have to,” you lift a hand up to scratch through the hairs at his nape. “You’re sore, baby.”

The nickname alone is nearly enough to make him cum again. He shakes his head, ignoring the knowing laughter from your fiancé behind you. “No, no I’m fine. I want to feel you finish around me. That okay?”

You can only smile. “Yeah. That’s okay.”

So, even through his overstimulation, he fucks you right to the edge. With rolling hips and shaky hands, he brings you right to that beautiful cliffside and starts peppering kisses all over your face as you’re pushed over the edge. A kiss to your nose as you gasp, beneath your eyes as they roll back, to the corner of your lips as they part and moan. 

It’s all too much for all three of you. Hiromi groans as you squeeze his cock, tighter than you’ve held him in a long time. Kento rests his forehead on your shoulder from behind, the friction and sight before him finally too much to refuse as he cums in his pants with a lurch forward. You’re seeing stars, beautiful behind your eyelids. 

And when you finally calm down, as Hiromi slips out of you and collapses down beside you two, there’s a long stretch of silence that encompasses the three of you.

Nanami is the first to speak, thumb drawing circles over your hip. “I… wouldn’t be opposed to adding a clause to our vows.”

“A clause?” You lift your head. 

Your fiancé nods, looking from you to his best friend. Best man. The man he’s shared you with since forever. “Yes,” he looks back at you. “One to include the homewrecker. Married life doesn’t have to be boring, does it?”

Hiromi, the homewrecker, snorts. He rests an arm over the two of you and exhales into the pillow. 

“Thank god. I was getting ready to object at the wedding.”

and that ends cuck week !!!!!! im going to turn these threes uni endeavours into a little series because i got inspired hurrah