I reblogged this yesterday, but I want to reblog it again. Diabetic ketoacidosis turns your blood acidic and will essentially burn you from the inside out.
The stories you hear of people dying from rationing, this is what happens to their body.
Affordable insulin isn’t just a right, it’s a necessity.
No one should have to die like that when it’s preventable with access to proper medication.
"Affordable" should be the lowest fucking bar. Pharmaceutical companies should be tripping over themselves to offer insulin at "affordable". That shit deserves to be fucking free
softdom!top!sevika, bottom!inexperienced!reader, strap usage (r!receiving), praise, comfort, sevvy is so so gentle, pet names (pretty girl, good girl), mommy kink, size kink, dacryphilia, overstim, nipple play (s!receiving), marking
not proofread, too horny !!
sevika teasingly slides her thick black strap into your aching hole. rocking her hips painfully slow, holding your trembling legs on her shoulders as her large body looms over you. her large tits right in front of your face.
“is this good, pretty girl?” sevika growls looking downcast at you.
“ye…yes, mommy.” your voice hardly whisper, “pl-please more.”
“s’eager, you sure you can handle more of mommy’s dick?” sevika leans down grabbing your face with her large metal hand squishing your cheeks so that your mouth opens. “make mommy feel good while i fuck you deeper.” sevika angles her tit into your mouth. as soon as it hits your tongue you latch on; swirling your tongue in figure eights over her hardened nipples, sucking slow to mimic her pace.
“ffuck, good girl…” sevika groans, slowly bucking her hips so she hits you in your deepest spot. you gasp, the sheer length and girth drawing tears to your eyes. you feel your tight walls readily accommodating her massive dick. arching your back sevika scoops her metal hand down, resting on your arch holding you in place. her other hand pressed to the headboard holding herself above you.
“feels s’fucking good, so tight n’willing. you’re doing so good.” sevika picks up her pace, the squelching of your soaked cunt echoing across the room. you suck hard trying to muffle the sounds of your whimpers. sevika laughs,
“i can still hear you,” she teases, “never been so full pretty girl?” sevika growls. her sultry voice making you clench around her thick shaft. she bites your ear, sending shivers down to your throbbing core.
“never benn soo… so big,” your head lolls back, you let your body fully relax against her steady touch, “please fuck me mommy, be as rough as you wan’.”
sevika tightens her grip on the headboard, holding your body flush to hers. her thrust hammering into your pussy, her pace quickening.
“fuck taking me so well, such a good girl…” sevika buries her face into your shoulder, sucking harshly. you knew it’d leave a mark for everyone to see later, sevika loved marking you up. seeing the way a person’s face falls after they’ve been checking you out before seeing her signature written all over you. everyone knows that’s sevika’s girl.
your legs twitch hard against her sturdy build, “mommy….” your voice trembles, your face becoming stained with tears. “gonna cummm!” you pout practically sobbing your entire body shaking around her.
“yea? let mommy fuck you through it,” sevika looks down at you, “i got you, cum on my dick baby.”
the way her dark eyes drilled into you made your brain go fuzzy and your eyes roll to the back of your head. your limp body stiffening from the shockwave of your orgasm. sevika’s pace doesn’t even slow. your pussy now buzzing, every nerve-ending on fire.
“so, so fuck—good… yes mommy, yes!” you cry out unable to control your sobs any longer, “love the way you fuck me!”
sevika relishes in how ruined you are, “i love the way you take me, pretty girl, y’think you can cum for me again?”
reduced to nothing but whimpers and begging, you nod your head to tell sevika to keep going. you felt out of your body, your chest buzzing, your mind gone. all you can think about is sevika’s huge dick loosening your needy cunt.
“good choice, baby.” sevika rewards you with a deep hard stroke.
when people are named baker or fuller or tanner or something its like HA 🫵 I KNOW WHAT YOUR GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GRANDPA DID 🫵🫵
weird as fuck living in a culture where it's considered more impolite to speak up and defend yourself against someone treating you unfairly than it is for someone to be rude to you in the first place
older family members, coworkers, customers, and strangers in general can say the most batshit insane things to your face and somehow you're considered to be the "rude" one if you say "hey that wasn't cool of you to say"
I see so many people feeling all smug at those "damn conservatives who will finally see the mistake they made!" And you know a while ago I would've agreed, but seeing it all now, I can't. I can't be happy, I can't be smug, there's nothing to celebrate.
People are gonna die, conservatives, democrats people who didn't vote...
People are gonna and ARE starving, losing jobs, get into poverty and god. I can't even feel like we have any gotcha. This is horrible.
I don't want people to die because they were never taught better, because they were uneducated and/or manipulated. And the thing is, I'm not even American, but I just know, everyday looking at the news, that things are getting bad, and they're getting bad for all of us. It hasn't reached me yet, but how long till it does?
To everyone who lives in America, I wish you luck and a strong will. Don't give up. And now more than ever you need to be united, don't let them tear you apart, because they will try. Though times ahead, but we will get over them.
I genuinely think there was no greater insight into the modern Christian mindset than when the Pope said he very much hoped Hell was empty and he was absolutely hounded by both Catholics and Protestants outraged at the idea of a man who wanted a place of infinite suffering to have nobody in it.
No but genuinely. Christians make themselves so goddamn miserable (speaking as someone raised evangelical christian) that they need to believe that other people are finally getting what they "deserve" (i.e. greater suffering than they themselves self-inflicted or allowed them chuch the inflict). It's a large part of why they're so vehemently against is queer people: because we're living authentically ourselves and we're happy and they can't be either, not without foresaking some, if not all, of their beliefs and their church community
Without hell, the whole thing falls apart. Because why else would Jesus need to die? If no one is in hell, what was the point of being so miserable?
Their miserable lives are also why they feel the need to control everyone else through politics. They had to marry the horrible man who knocked them up at 16, why should someone else be allowed to get an abortion and be happy?
Pope Francis is South American, the home of modern redemptionist theology in the Christian church. It should be no surprise that he sincerely hopes hell is empty. It means everyone is saved, that the message of love and compassion is true, and the sacrifice of Jesus sealed the fate of every human: eternal life with God.
That is exactly why so many people detest that message: it means suffering is not holy. It means punishment isn't necessary. It means they judged their brothers and sisters in humanity in the place of God.
you guys made luigi mangione trend for days and I need to see the same energy for brianna boston. she is a 43 year old mother of three who ended a phone call with blue cross blue shield (after being denied a claim) “delay deny depose, you’re next” and is now being held under a 100,000$ bond and could face FIFTEEN years of prison if charged. she has no weapons, her record is clean, and yet she is being held behind bars. they are afraid of the public and are trying to subdue. do not let them!!!! say her name!!! be outraged that our freedom of speech is being threatened!!!!! deny defend depose! free brianna boston!
their eyes catch on yours when they push the tip of the strap into you and are met with resistance. you gasped, but quickly pulled your lip between your teeth to hide it. “does it hurt?” they ask. you shake your head.
with a nod, their eyes find the place your connected, watching enraptured as your cunt swallows the strap inch after inch. “rume, fuck… fuck how do you take this?” you whine, clenching around the intrusion. the stretch is a lot, but it feels good to. the pain and pleasure are conflicting feelings in your brain but they’re blending into one, blurring your sense between the two.
“you’re taking it well.” the praise goes straight to your head. “i’m… almost in. your really tight.” you know they’re taking abt the resistance they feel pushing in, but the way they’re talking like they can actually feel you around the silicone cock is dizzying.
you place your hand on your stomach, feeling full. “it’s in.” they say, more breathless than before. “god… it’s… it’s in.” they sound mesmerized, eyes glued to where you’re connected.
“how does it feel?” you ask, locking your ankles behind their back. they bite their lip, pupils blown. “good. tight. it’s like i can feel you.”
you smile at that, knowing this is wildly affirming for them. you decide to milk it a bit. “i can feel you throbbing, rume. you’re so deep, i can feel you in here.” they inhale sharply through their teeth.
got them.
“can i move?” you hardly get a nod out before they’re pulling out and slowly pushing back in, getting used to the feel of the strap, finding the right angle. each time they pull out, their mouth opens in a silent moan before they release a breath. “i’ve never felt anything like this.”
“g-good?” you ask, trying to keep your composure.
they nod, “i like this. i like that it feels like im really inside you. it almost feels like i am.” you clench around them, wrapping you arms under theirs to bring your face closer. their small tits press against your chest, lips hovered over lips.
“because you are,” you whisper, so quiet only they could hear. “you’re inside me, and you’re hitting- fuck-“ thrust “right there?” you nod mouth agape.
their lips crash against yours in a messy kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. their thrusts pick up speak considerably, and you’re unable to hold back your whines that they swallow up greedily. uraume pulls away from the kiss to moan while rubbing their hips in a circle, fully pressing the strap inside you.
“god, that feels so good.” you whine, tipping your head back. uraume burried their head into your throat and moans, their grinding getting weaker and choppier. “it feels good. r-right there it feels good.” they breath into your neck. watching them get so caught up in their fantasy is pushing you quickly twords the edge.
“uraume im gonna cum, cum inside me, please.” their lithe fingers sloppily find your clit in a rush, rubbing to the best of their ability. “say- say that again.”
gripping their hair, you drag their mouth against your own, locking eyes with them while keeping your ankles crossed behind their back. “give it to me uraume, fill me up, cum inside me.” their face screws into pleasured agony as they reach their high from nothing but strapping you down.
their body shakes and convulses on top of you, the jerky thrusts making you finish as well. the high is unbelievable, clearing your brain entirely, and their weight on top of you feels better than expected. they keep the strap inside you even after you’ve cum, breathing heavily into the crook of your neck.
when you pull their head up by their cheeks, their pale face is flushed, eyes all unfocused and cloudy. “how did that feel?” you ask, smiling. they just nod, their bottom lip twitching.
you smile and roll them over, straddling them with their cock still inside you. “you did so good, uraume.” they avert their eyes when you start pressing kisses all over their face while cupping their small tits. “so.” kiss “fucking.” kiss “good.”
“this is horribly embarrassing. i cannot beleive i said all that.” they mumble, trying to turn their face away from you, but you won’t stand for that. you punch their cheeks in a strong grip, forcefully pursing their lips together to make them pout.
“there is absolutely nothing wrong with filling your fantasies. everything you said was hot as hell, uraume.” their blush deepened but they didn’t disagree. “i’ll bounce on your cock while saying all sorts of dirty stuff to prove it.” you tease, shaking your hips on top of them, the strap burried inside you rubbing against your walls.
“another day… i would like to just… calm down right now.” you smile, lowering your mouth to their ear. “if you wanted cuddles you shoulda just said that, dibs on being the small spoon.” they grumble, and you can’t help but laugh.
