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24yo F💜

[skywalkerchick1138]

“Those poor boys”

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

[super-secret-bi-spy]

“Well she didn’t exactly say ‘no’..”

“Yea, but did you see what she was wearing?”

“Boys will be boys!”

“She should know better than to drink at a party…”

[minimalistfish-blog]

Cannot not reblog.

[captain-ak]

“She should have tried to enjoy–”

[thosekidswhohuntmonsters]

“She’s just saying something now for atten-“

[skreeee34982047]

boy am i glad this has so many notes

[fandom-is-my-middle-name]

“But he’s a dude. That’s not ra-”

  “He should’ve enjoyed it.”

“She must’ve lead him on.”

“But she orgasmed. That means she liked it - “

[winchester-cas]

“She’s slept with so many people! She’s a slut-“

[emeraldmercury]

“Get over it, at least you’re still a virgin”

“Women can’t rape because…”

“Be grateful it wasn’t a man!”

“I’m sorry she hurt you but don’t call what happened to you rape, it’s an insult to the REAL victims…”

“You weren’t raped, you’re just lesbophobic.”

[erynspencer2187]

“She shouldn’t have posted provocative photos!”

[erynspencer2187]

“She shouldn’t have been dressed like that … she was asking for it!”

[erynspencer2187]

“It’s the woman’s responsibility to not put herself in dangerous situations, she should have been more aware.”

[the-glitter-acetylcholine]

reblogging because it’s gotten even better since last time

[larissaloki]

I love this post!

[i-am-already-panicking]

“Well he paid for dinner, she kind of owed him.”

“She’s his wife, it’s her job to please him.”

“Oral isn’t rape.”

“Well he wasn’t armed, she could have walked away.”

“Guys can’t be raped, they love sex!”

“She didn’t fight back; it wasn’t rape.”

[narfoonthenet]

A good post

[ap-kinda-lit]

the day I do not reblog this is the day I’m buried six feet under

[grandarkz317]

every one of these posts improved upon the last

[dumbdxll]

listen, i know my blog has some really hard kinks but i need to make this abundantly clear: everything needs to be consensual. consent is an absolute MUST. it’s not kink without consent. consent and safe words are mandatory if you want to partake in kink. if you partake in kink without consent, you are a dirtbag of a person and i hope you burn in hell.

[lilangelbuds]

Big bro teaching you how he likes his hand jobs under the covers with the rest of your family there on the couch next to you ps I love you and I’m so sorry you got nuked baby girl 🥰😽

Thank you, angel <333

The living room was warm, the kind of warmth that settles into your bones and makes you forget the world outside. The couch was crowded, as usual, with everyone squeezed together, mom on the far end with her knitting, dad flipping through a magazine, and your older brother sitting right next to you, his leg pressed against yours in a way that felt both casual and deliberate. The TV was on, some reality show playing in the background, but no one was really paying attention. There was a silence that came when everyone was too comfortable to speak.

You shifted slightly on the couch, your knee brushing against his, and he glanced over at you, a small smirk playing on his lips. You looked away quickly, pretending to focus on the TV, but your heart was already starting to race. There was something about the way he looked at you sometimes, like he knew something you didn’t, like he was always one step ahead.

The blanket was draped over your laps, a shared defense against the slight chill in the room. His hand moved first, subtle, barely noticeable, as it slid under the blanket and into your space. You froze, your breath catching in your throat. This wasn’t unusual, exactly. He’d always been a little touchy, a little too close, but this felt… different.

His fingers brushed against your thigh, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. Was this really happening? Right here, with everyone else so close? You glanced sideways at him, but he was staring straight ahead, his face calm, unreadable. His hand moved again, and this time, it was unmistakable; he was reaching for your hand.

You hesitated for a moment, then let him take it. His fingers were warm, calloused from work, and they wrapped around yours with a firmness that made your stomach flip. He squeezed once, a silent reassurance, and then gently guided your hand toward his lap.

Your eyes widened, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. Oh god. You tried to pull your hand back, but he held it there, his grip tightening just enough to stop you. His lips curved into that smirk again, and he leaned in slightly, his voice a low whisper.

“Relax,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. “Just do what I tell you.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. This was insane. You were right in the middle of the living room, surrounded by your family, and he wanted this? But there was something in his voice, something commanding, that made it impossible to say no. You nodded slightly, your throat too tight to speak.

His hand moved again, guiding yours further down until your palm was resting against the bulge in his jeans. You could feel the heat of him through the fabric, and it sent a jolt of electricity through you. Your breath hitched, and you glanced around quickly, but no one seemed to notice. They were all too absorbed in their own worlds.

“Good,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Now, squeeze a little.”

You hesitated, but then did as he said, applying a gentle pressure. He let out a soft exhale, almost like a sigh, and you felt a thrill run through you at the sound. His hand covered yours again, adjusting your grip slightly, showing you how to move.

“Down, then up,” he instructed, his voice low and steady. “Like this.”

You followed his lead, your hand moving in the rhythm he set. It felt… strange, doing this with him, but there was also a thrill to it, a forbidden excitement that made your pulse race. You could feel him getting harder under your touch, and it sent a wave of heat through your body.

His breathing grew heavier, though he was careful to keep it quiet, his chest rising and falling in a slow, controlled rhythm. His thigh pressed harder against yours, and you could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding himself back.

“Faster,” he murmured, his voice tight with restraint.

You obeyed, your movements quickening, your palm rubbing against him with a firmer pressure. He let out a soft groan, barely audible, but it was enough to make your heart skip a beat. You glanced around again, but still, no one noticed. They were all too caught up in their own little worlds.

His hand tightened around yours, guiding your movements, showing you exactly how he liked it. His breathing grew more ragged, and you could feel the tension building in him, the way his body was coiled tight, ready to snap.

“Keep going,” he whispered, his voice strained. “Don’t stop.”

You didn’t. Your hand kept moving, following his lead, and you could feel him getting closer, his body trembling slightly under your touch. His fingers dug into your hand, and you could tell he was struggling to keep quiet, to hold back the sounds that were threatening to escape.

And then, just as you felt him reaching the edge, he leaned in close again, his lips brushing against your ear.

“That's my good little sis,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “Now... come sit on my lap and be quiet."

[lilangelbud]

“Shh, baby girl, just a little longer,” Daddy whispered, his breath hot against my ear as his thick cock pulsed inside me. I whimpered, my hands clutching at the sheets beneath me, my body trembling under his weight. God, he was so heavy, his broad chest pressing me into the mattress, his hips grinding against mine in a rhythm that was both punishing and intoxicating. “I’m almost done, just take it, that’s it.”

I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moan threatening to escape. Mommy was just down the hall, asleep in their bed, completely unaware of what was happening in my room. My heart raced at the thought, the fear of her catching us mixing with the shameful thrill of it all. How many times had this happened now? How many times had Daddy snuck into my room after she’d fallen asleep, his heavy footsteps signaling his arrival, his hands already reaching for me before the door even clicked shut?

Too many to count.

———

It had started months ago, on a night when Mommy had gone to bed early, exhausted from work. Daddy had stayed up later, watching TV in the living room, and I’d been curled up on the couch beside him, my head resting on his shoulder. I’d felt his arm slide around me, pulling me closer, and then his hand had dipped lower, brushing against my thigh in a way that made my breath hitch.

“You’re such a good girl,” he’d murmured, his voice low and rough, his fingers slipping under the hem of my skirt. “So sweet for Daddy.”

I’d frozen, my heart pounding in my chest, unsure of what to do. This isn’t right, a small voice in the back of my mind had whispered, but I hadn’t stopped him. I hadn’t pushed him away. Instead, I’d let him touch me, let him explore my body in ways that no father should, my face burning with shame even as my body responded to his touch.

That had been the first night. The first time he’d crept into my room after Mommy was asleep, his hands greedy and demanding, his cock thick and insistent as he’d pushed inside me. I’d cried that night, the pain sharp and overwhelming, but Daddy had shushed me, whispering words of comfort even as he’d taken what he wanted from me.

“You’re my good girl,” he’d said, his voice a low growl as he’d fucked me into the mattress. “You’re Daddy’s special girl.”

And I’d believed him. I still believed him. Even now, as his hips slammed into mine, his cock stretching me so wide I thought I might tear in two, I couldn’t help but crave his touch, his praise, his love. It didn’t matter that this was wrong, that a father shouldn’t do these things to his daughter. All that mattered was the way he made me feel, the way he made me come alive.

———

“Please, Daddy,” I whined, my voice trembling as he thrust into me again, his cock hitting that sensitive spot inside me that made my toes curl. “I’m so tired.”

“I know, baby,” he murmured, his hands gripping my hips as he fucked me harder, faster, his breathing ragged. “Just a little longer. Daddy needs to cum, okay? Just be a good girl and take it for me.”

I nodded, tears stinging my eyes as I buried my face in the pillow, trying to muffle the sounds of my moans. God, it felt so good, even as it hurt, even as my body ached from the relentless pounding. Daddy’s cock was so thick, so perfect, and I couldn’t help but love the way it filled me up, the way it made me feel like I belonged to him.

Finally, with a low groan, Daddy’s hips stuttered, and he slammed into me one last time, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his cum. I whimpered, my body shaking as he collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress as he whispered filthy things in my ear.

“You’re such a good girl, taking Daddy’s cock so well,” he said, his voice husky and satisfied. “You’re my perfect little slut, aren’t you? My dirty little girl.”

I nodded, my face burning with shame even as I couldn’t deny the truth of his words. I was his. I always had been, and I always would be. No matter how many times he took me, no matter how much it hurt, I would always be his good girl.

———

But Daddy wasn’t done with me yet. Even as I lay there, trembling and spent, he stayed inside me, his cock already hardening again as he reached down to stroke my clit. I moaned, my body arching into his touch even as I tried to protest.

“Daddy, please,” I whined, my voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t… I’m so tired.”

“Just a little longer, baby,” he murmured, his fingers working me expertly as he rutted into me again, his cock filling me up once more. “You’ll take it for Daddy, won’t you? You’ll be my good girl.”

I nodded, tears streaming down my face as I let him take me again, my body too exhausted to fight, too weak to resist. God, why did it feel so good? Why did I love him so much?

And as Daddy’s hips began to move again, his cock plunging into me with a force that took my breath away, I knew that I would never be able to tell Mommy. I would never be able to let her know what a depraved little slut I was for my Daddy. No, this was our secret. Ours and ours alone.

“That’s it, baby,” Daddy whispered, his hands gripping my hips as he fucked me harder, faster, his breathing ragged. “Take it. Take Daddy’s cock. You’re mine, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, Daddy,” I whimpered, my body trembling as he pounded into me, his cock hitting that sensitive spot inside me that made my vision blur. “I’m yours.”

And as Daddy’s hips stuttered, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his cum once more, I couldn’t help but love him. God, I loved him so much. Even as my body ached, even as tears streamed down my face, I knew that I would always be his good girl.

“Good girl,” Daddy murmured, his voice soft and satisfied as he collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. “My perfect little girl.”

And as I lay there, trembling and spent, I knew that this was just the beginning. Daddy would never be done with me. No, he would always come back, always take what he wanted from me. And I would always give it to him, because I was his. Forever.

“Daddy…” I whimpered, my voice trembling as I felt his cock hardening inside me again, my body too exhausted to fight, too weak to resist. “Please…”

[somethingabitdifferent]

It's asexual awareness week! So let's take a moment to appreciate the variety of ace experiences there are around the world.

There are aces who masturbate

There are aces who have sex

There are aces who want to have sex, but can't ask for it

Aces who you should take the initiative for

Aces who want to be tied up and edged until they forget their lives, and all they can think about is sex

Aces who just haven't realized just how much they need to be fixed, how much they would enjoy getting broken

Aces who need to be bred

Aces whose cries should be muffled and ignored while you hold them down

Aces who would be so much better off if they had nothing to worry about other than pleasing someone else

Aces who are just holes to be used

Aces who need to be fucked Relentlessly until they cum their brains out, all their memories and willpower replaced with haziness and neediness

Aces that need to be stretched out around something huge

Aces who absolutely adore being humiliated and having all their sexual fantasies called out then forcibly enacted on them

Aces who need to be turned into the freeuse sextoys they know deep down they were always meant to be

Aces who don't deserve rights

Aces that should be hypnotized into bouncing on hard cock and eating out pussy like it's their job

Aces who want to be pinned down and fucked on top of their pride flags until they cum, staining them with proof of their newfound joy

Aces that need to be bound in the air in nice tight revealing gear while others come over to admire and use them as they see fit

Aces who have a duty to use their bodies to pleasure others

Aces who are masturbating while reading this right now 💖

There's a Huge variety of asexual experiences! And while no two aces are exactly alike, many of us can fund a lot of overlap between our respective experiences, and find joy in sharing with other aces. Happy Asexual awareness week 🖤🩶🤍💜

[aces-lovely-deactivated20250505]

In honour of Ace Week:

Don’t think about a guy friend going with you to hangouts and awareness meetings all week. It might be a little strange, but you figure he’s either very dedicated to showing you that he’s supportive or maybe he has realized something about himself that he isn’t quite ready to share yet.

Either way, it is nice to have company and by the end of the week you get into some really deep conversations about sexuality, allonormativity and amatonormativity. You don’t think too much about it when he invites himself back to your place so you can continue talking.

You continue to talk over dinner, the conversation getting more personal but not uncomfortably so. You reveal that you have never had sex, and he asks how you know you are asexual then. Had it been someone else you might have found the question annoying or rude, but this is your friend (right?) so you delve into an explanation. You don’t notice that he’s stopped listening.

He strikes when you go to change into something more comfortable before a movie. Trousers gone and pulling off your shirt, you don’t hear the door creak open behind you. Between one moment and the next you’re pushed and pinned against your bed, your shirt still tangled around your arms rendering them useless.

You scream, angry, demanding he stop. Then you plead as your panties fall to the floor, but he just shushes you, explaining in that warm comforting voice he has been using all week that he’s just trying to help, he’s going to make you feel so good and then you will forget about all this asexual nonsense.

He goes about carefully preparing you. Even if you don’t want it your body will, after a few orgasms, he tells you as he pushes a second finger inside. You tear up when you can’t stop yourself from moaning and you sob when, after three orgasms, you instinctively push back against his cock.

It is okay, he reassures you. It is okay if it still feels strange and new. This is your first time after all. But you two have all weekend, and by the end he’s sure you will be converted.

[ramblingsofaspinningmind]

When people with the most innocent profiles like my posts 💖

[pervygrandpa]

I love all you sexy little sluts. Hiding behind pictures of waterfalls and cute little kittens and puppies. Your profile looks so innocent except I see who you really are. You’ve gone through and liked everything I’ve ever posted. It turns me on to know all you little innocent acting girls are fingering your pussy and cumming while you look at my blog while you post cute little pictures on yours.

[caats]