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Ask Softness Anything!

A: I was feeling a bit bored so i asked the others if we should set up an event! so the idea we had is that anyone who wants to can ask us questions and we can answer them! either reblog with your questions or use our ask!

#ask me anything #Well it should be ask us anything #ask us anything!#ask us stuff #inquiring minds want to know!

tinyporcelainkitty

💭 Being held . Cradled close to your carer . Warmth and safety . They hold you gently in their arms and speak softly to you gently rocking you back and forth . You fuss in their arms refusing to settle

They smile down at you “ mama knows what you need little love “ as they hold them close and reassure that it’s okay . They wait for their little love to latch on . The little one suckling on their carers chest . Tiny happy grumbles coming from them . Their carer gently patting their bottom humming a soft tune .

You smile at them and watch as their eyes get heavy trying so hard to stay awake. “ there there darling , it’s okay . Go to sleep .. mama will be right here to watch over and protect you “ as they drift off to sleep

tinyporcelainkitty

💭 Being held . Cradled close to your carer . Warmth and safety . They hold you gently in their arms and speak softly to you gently rocking you back and forth . You fuss in their arms refusing to settle

They smile down at you “ mama knows what you need little love “ as they hold them close and reassure that it’s okay . They wait for their little love to latch on . The little one suckling on their carers chest . Tiny happy grumbles coming from them . Their carer gently patting their bottom humming a soft tune .

You smile at them and watch as their eyes get heavy trying so hard to stay awake. “ there there darling , it’s okay . Go to sleep .. mama will be right here to watch over and protect you “ as they drift off to sleep

chaoticgouda

comrade-ashenov

Separation anxiety

lady-of-fangs-lyrlia

I can't see you, but I can hear you.

The setup is perfect. I'm wearing my mask, which you've taken the liberty of installing a pair of blackout lenses inside. Without my glasses I might as well have been blind, but you insisted on complete isolation.

My hands are bound, each in a pair of mitts designed with little paw pads on the palm. These in turn you've linked together on a rigged spreader bar stuck behind my head. I must have been cute as you set it up. I heard the shutter of your camera. You've put me in my prong collar which has been clipped to a rather short leash that I can only imagine looks perfect in your hand.

You've set me on top of you. My purpose is clear as you guide the tip of my strap inside you. I'm not even allowed to feel the stretch of your body around me.

I'm not given instructions, instead left to figure out what you require of me. On top of you, whining, forced to control my pace with just muscles of my core and legs. I can feel the pressure of your thighs where I kneel between them. Even if I were deaf to your noises I could feel the responses to my effort from the way you grip and squeeze me. Part of me wonders if later you'll train me to respond to just those like a horse without its bit.

You feel my pace start to falter. My legs are burning and the muscles of my core are spasming from the effort of maintaining the pace you demand. Between the harsh intakes of breaths you can hear a pleading whimper start in the back of my throat. Something nips where you touch it to me. I feel myself instinctively twist away from it before I force myself to adjust back. You press it again and I don’t flinch the second time. I've played with enough electric toys to know how they feel.

Every time I stray from the pace you desire, I'm shocked. Any time you see me lose focus I'm shocked. When you want me to shift or change my position you adjust me by the collar. The prongs, digging into all that tender flesh, yank me out of whatever empty mindset I'd retreated to.

My purpose is clear. Keep myself exposed for you and hammer my hips just the way you like.

I can't see you, but I can hear you.

I can hear your moans. The sharp intake of breath when I grind myself against that sensitive spot inside you. I've memorized the way you babble my name. A mantra, your steady prayer as I devote myself to you. With every thrust I push you closer to the edge, each of us desperate to hear your sharp cries of pleasure.

I can't see you, but I can hear you, and that's enough.

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listlesscatpotato

The Internet: LOL Mitch McConnel is gonna die any day now, just you wait!

Death Himself: Im gonna do what's called a pro-gamer move. Watch this.

cheetahgirlmuscles

got a good pic of Mia cooling off from redlemon on FA!

missstrogen

Hopejob from a girl with huge optimism

missstrogen

Heeeeeeeeeey so hows everyone doing you're reblogging this one a lot,

ainecdote-remade-deactivated202

tired of cannibalism as a metaphor for love or sex. can we get into cannibalism as a metaphor for colonization.

sloppity-bilepiper

1. Europeans using Egyptian mummies as medicine

2. The Delectable Negro: Human Consumption and Homoeroticism Within US Slave Culture by Vincent Woodard

3. "Abolitionists turned the tables on Europeans by accusing them of being cannibals when they ate sugar tainted with the flesh and blood of slaves."

4. Zombies (which I would class as cannibals, since they were human and need to eat humans to live) have a root in Haitian folklore and represented enslavement.

vintagedean

adding that, if you can find it, cannibal culture by deborah root is about exactly this. the way the white western world is a hungry, destructive force that cannibalizes non-white cultures and creates wealth and status through the cannibal colonization of those cultures.

here's the intro

i almost think there's an essay in bell hooks' black looks about this too? yes! just checked, there's an essay called "eating the other"

coolvapetricks4

I am infertile from eating sceted candles. The

chateau-bluerose

It is never actually the princess's fault anything bad happens. Remember that. the fact that your fireteam sustains heavy casualties because you had to leave mid combat when she demanded you attend to her while she's in heat is actually your fault for not anticipating her estrus cycle and planning to be hilt deep in her in advance