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Logging in everyday to check if I'm still banned on a special Blog fucks my mental health.
I'm out.
It's a strange feeling to pass a train station thinking "oh well, here I always hopped off..."
You might think it's hysterical
But I know when you're weak
You think you're in the movies
And everything's so deep
But I think that you're wild
When you flash that fragile smile.
The Cars - You Might Think
If you'd know how often I visit you in my dreams, you would probably never feel alone again.
Kiki's Delivery Service (1989) Dir. Hayao Miyazaki
I know what kind of blog this is, but when you have to choose between someone you call important, who is reaching out to you for help and a date, it's a very good situation to choose your priorities.
Forgive yourself for giving your heart to those who could not love it or value it. Forgive yourself for falling for the wrong people. Because they weren’t the wrong people - you were meant to meet them, you were meant to fall for them, you were meant to experience them and learn from the lesson. You do not have to regret the way you put your heart into the world.
- A Gentle Reminder, Bianca Sparacino
I can't give you what you want, if you don't want to give me what I need.
🥺 desperate daddy who can't hide his affection for his little one so he snuggles up next to her and rubs on her getting drippy and edging his cock against her soft skin while she's asleep 🥺
When you are in bed together and you try your hardest, waiting for a sign of agreement until you go further, because not everything is kink, until you fall asleep, fantasizing about what could have happened.
choke on my dick so I can compliment you without you disagreeing
This is just perfect, lol.
💓thisthisthis💓
She woke up from from a soft touch on her cheek, mumbled a few words still half in a dream and then felt how some weight lay down on her bed, right on the end, next to her feet. She needed a few seconds to realize that she was alone - at home. She froze right in this moment, afraid to open her eyes. Who was that? Who stepped in her appartment, her bedroom? Even her bed?
Very slowly she opened her eyes. Someone sat on the bed, looking at her, his or her face in the shadows and she was just able to indentify his eyes from their glance in the soft light of the moon.
The window was open and she shivered.
"Don't be afraid. There is no need to."
It was a he, with a soft dark voice. She grabbed her sheets, tried to crawl deeper into them and held her stuffie even closer to her chest. She knew it was silly, but this friend always made her feel comfortable, even if she was a grown up women already.
"Who - who are you?"
She wispered - without an answer.
"What do you want? Please, I don't know what..."
"Shhhh. Don't worry. You are safe, now more than ever before."
Out of nowhere the warm light of a candle appears in his hand. Still, she was not able to see his face, but the new light and that he sat so still, took a little bit of her fear away. She heard a crumble, it sounded like old paper, and saw how he opened a book. It looked old and heavy, bound in leather and the typical smell of an old bookstore came to her nose. Slowly her fear faded away and with the time she became more curious.
"Are you ready?"
He asked. Right in this moment the fear was back. Shivering through her spine.
"Ready for... what?"
He chuckled. In a strange way he really sounded amused, like her fear was without any reason and this made her feel a little angry. What did he thought, breaking into her house at night, sitting on her bed, what has he expected, a warm welcome and a tea?!
She pouted her lips, happy that her face was in the darkness too.
"Alright" he started "long long time ago, there was a...."
Time went by, minutes, hours and he was sitting there, reading a book. First she wasn't able to listen to him at all, but after a while she got used to his soft voice. The adrenaline rush went away and she started to listen what he says. It was a good Story, one she never heard before and from the words he used she expected it to be an old Story, fitting the appearance of the book quite well.
After a while she got tired again and even if she tried everything to stay awake, she felt how her eyes became heavier and heavier and after a while she realized that his voice disappeared. With her eyes closed she felt the soft touch on her cheek again, and his face close to hers. Now she realized that the smell was not only from the book, it was his smell. She felt a kiss on her forehead.
"Sleep tight, we will meet again soon."
After a few seconds she opened her eyes. He was gone, the window closed again and through the glass she saw the soft orange of the upcoming sunrise.
Quick submissive tip:
Ask him to explain something complicated, sit at his feet and look up at him with admiration as he talks. You’ll learn something new and he’ll feel great looking down at you.
This is probably one of the hottest non-sexual things I can imagine.
✨boobies✨
✨bruised boobies✨
✨spit-covered boobies✨
✨cum-covered boobies✨
Honestly, this is no ranking. I love all of them.
Woah. Awesome sunday.
Hey little one,
you're looking great today! Such a pretty Outfit you picked, even without Daddys help! Oh, you're so cute when you blush. Show me that pretty smile, here it is! Take a seat on Daddys lap.
You want to go outside? Well then you have to dress up a little more, I can't walk around with my little girl like this.
But you feel so good this way? Alright, we make an agreement. You are allowed to wear your Onesie, but under your dress. Yes? Alright, show me that pretty little smile again!
Of course I help you! Put your arms up - now let me pull it down.. good girl. Daddy should take care of the buttons because they are so hard to reach between your legs? Sure, lay on the bed. One, two, three, done! And now the dress... oh look how pretty you are, my little girl. Turn around for Daddy and let the skirt fly... now that's my little one!
Okay, we are ready to go to the park for some icecream, take my hand so you don't get lost!
"Good girl."
Credits go to artist Oliver Ler Marinkoski
I've heard that art in the bedroom improves your sleep. That's something I'd love to have!
I wanna be someone’s comfort person. their go to. their favorite. the person they wanna grow with and heal with.
That's what being a Daddy is all about.
You're my heroin.
My phone is my needle and I take every shot,
I know, but don't care that afterwards I will drop.
With you I feel free, like I can conquer the world,
Flying high in the sky, as if I would be hurled,
You're my heroin.
Every word from you rushes right through my veins,
Knowing well that you wont pick up my remains.
Perhaps I could stop it, but I know that I won't
There's no sense in it, I'm already beyond,
You're my heroin.
Don't tell me, I know, it will be over some day,
I'm so scared of that moment and so I delay,
Because sure as hell the world will turn grey
And the curtain will close, like after a play.
You're my heroin.
And so I sit alone in the cold
Feeling bad, exactly like everyone told
You are my addiction
But it was my descision
You're my heroine.
I just unfollowed a few blogs celebrating the overturning of Roe vs. Wade.
If you are one of these guys (or girls), please unfollow me, I don't want that someone like you enjoys my blog in any way and I wish you all the worst, from the bottom of my heart.
I don't want any politics on my blog, but giving women access to abortion is not "woke" or anything else, it just means that you are a descent human being.
And don't even dare to bring "but my religion..." into that. If your God really thinks that a raped minor have to get the child of her rapist, you should stop worshipping him because he's a fucking idiot.
(PS: of course I mean every woman has that right, I just took a very drastic example)