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If you like it you should put a collar on it.
not feeling like jacking off :/
ur in my thoughts and prayers bro. get well soon :(
my biggest flex is not having killed myself yet
゚・:*。 ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʙᴏʏ 。*:・゚
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Hilda by Duane Bryers
More Hilda!!
in this family we love and support Hilda.
Yes! Hilda!
What i love about this artist’s depictions of women is even the sexualized ones the woman is always genuinely happy and enjoying herself. Frolicking or making funny faces, she’s living her life and looking sexy while doing it, not sitting in a sexual pose for the audience’s view.
I always forget about Hilda and am so pleased when she randomly shows up on my dash. Always makes my day
I love Hilda so much and I want her to be happy
more Hilda!
I freaking love Hilda, there’s needs to be more art like this.
I will never not reblog Hilda
Hehehehheheeheh
Can you please write an imagine where Duncan Sheperd finding out y/n is a little and into ddlg by her waking up from a nightmare, where something happens to Duncan in the dream. She wakes up crying, when immediately in little space calling him daddy and stuff.
oh my god yes 😣
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You eyes blinked open suddenly, your breath was caught in your throat as you tried to realize what happened.
Your chest was heavy, hands sweaty just like your face because of that horrific nightmare. You don't want to remember it, your heart hurts everytime you hear his screams and see that horrend hands pulling him away from you. What this dream meant? Someone is going to take him away from you?
Tears run down your cheeks at the thought and you sob heavily against the pillow, your mind feel dizzy and blured, like you're drowning in a deep dark lake and it's difficult to tell where you are. You feel lonely and small. You feel like you're being swalloed by the sheets. Vulnerable and lost.
"Honey, what is it?" Duncan's sleepy voice startle you. He still here.
Rapidly, you turned to hug him, your arms holding his neck and your face buried on his chest.
"D-Daddy..." Your voice is only a whine, soft and desperate.
Duncan felt confused. He have never saw you like this. You were always a pretty sensitive person but you're different now. He pushes you gently to look at your face, your little pout is lovely but he can not ignore that you were just crying a few minutes ago.
"What happened, babe? Did you have a nightmare?" He asks, his eyes adjusting to the dark.
You nod slowly, embracing him again, tightly.
"Don't go away..." You whisper between your sobs. "Pwease..."
Duncan finally understands. Your whines, babbling, pout and cute wrong words. You're must be so confused, he thinks. It's the first you're little around him, of course he already had some clues before.
You always get clingy when he arrives home, you like to draw and color when you feel stressed and a you get a pretty clumsy and childish when you're with him. Now, that you are trusting him to feel little, he has to protect and give you all the love he has.
He never had a little before, but he's happy that you trust him enough to call him Daddy.
He strokes your scalp and hug you back, you're on top of him, straddling his hips and still holding him with a strenght he didn't know you have.
"Calm down, baby, you're stronger than me, huh?" He chuckles and you let go of him, still pouting. He turn on the small bedside lamp to take a better look at you.
You're wearing one his shirts, your face still wet from the tears but you're not longer crying.
"No need to cry, okay? Daddy's here. I'm not going anywhere." Duncan's soft voice caresses your heart. "I love you, princess. Always will."
You nod again and he cups your face to kiss your forehead, he hold you to keep you on top of him, your head on his chest as his big warm hands stroke your back.
You sleep peacefully cause you're safe with him now.
I just want to make you moan and feel appreciated
Please :(
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Your abuser’s trauma does not justifiy them abusing you. Your abuser’s disability does not justify them abusing you. Your abuser’s gender does not justify them abusing you. Your abuser’s illness does not justify them abusing you.
For everyone that needs to hear this: there is nothing you could ever do that’s punishable by abuse, and there is NOTHING anyone could ever say to justify the abuse you experience(d).