#nonutnovember

[boutinebeta]

[cybertied]

i was amused to learn about this last year so i made an image then a vid and decided to redo it from scratch this year. i won’t be participating but happy #NoNutNovember to all who observe. 🚫🥜

ai generated video and music 🔊🎶

[sturniologlaze]

The Weight of Silence

Warnings: Emotional distress, anxiety, Inner conflict, self-doubt, loneliness, isolation, moodiness, introspection, mentions of restraint or longing (PG, non-explicit)

WC: 1,050

The room was quiet, but Chris could feel the noise in his own head. A relentless hum that refused to stop. Day after day, he told himself it was simple: just a challenge, thirty days, no excuses. He had prepared himself. He had made rules. And yet, now, in the dark hours of the night, he felt like every promise he had made to himself was crumbling.

He lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, the thin sliver of moonlight cutting across the room like a reminder that time was still moving, still relentless. His thoughts were loud, chaotic, impossible to silence. Every laugh he had heard that day, every fleeting moment of connection he had felt, echoed in his chest with a weight he hadn’t expected.

It wasn’t just the challenge anymore. It was the ache of wanting something he couldn’t allow himself, of feeling drawn to something that belonged just out of reach. He tried to convince himself it was trivial, that no one else would understand, that it was just him and his own stubbornness. But that voice in his head? Insistent, unforgiving. Refused to quiet.

He thought about the small things: a look exchanged, a word said at the wrong moment, a smile that lingered longer than it should have. Those moments, tiny as they were, had grown into a storm inside him. Every second he spent alone was another second for that storm to rage unchecked. His hands clenched, his jaw tightened, and still, he told himself he was fine.

But he wasn’t.

He hadn’t been fine for days. Sleep came in fits and starts, and when he closed his eyes, he was haunted by every memory, every fleeting interaction that had sent his heart into overdrive. He hated how much he cared, how deeply he felt things that should have been inconsequential. It wasn’t fair, he thought bitterly, that wanting something so simple could feel like being crushed under a weight too heavy to carry.

Hours passed. The world outside remained oblivious. Chris’s phone remained silent, indifferent to the turmoil it might have alleviated with a single message. And so he stayed there, trapped in his own head, caught between pride and desire, discipline and surrender.

It wasn’t anger he felt, exactly. Nor sadness, not fully. It was a grinding, raw tension that left him hollow and full at once, like he had been emptied and refilled with the same pain over and over. He tried to breathe through it, tried to remind himself that tomorrow would be easier, that the end of the month was in sight. But the end of the month felt impossibly far away. Each day stretched longer than the last, a measure of time he couldn’t escape.

Chris rolled onto his side and pressed his face into his pillow. He wanted to shout, to scream, to tear through the walls he had built around himself, but there was nothing but the quiet. The quiet and the ache.

And then, in that quiet, he finally let himself feel it fully, the weight of wanting, the depth of longing, the ache of restraint. It was unbearable, yes, but it was also him. It was part of the way he cared, the way he lived, the way he remembered that even silence could carry a voice loud enough to hurt.

He stayed there, in the dark, letting the storm rage within him until exhaustion finally claimed him. And when he drifted into a restless sleep, it was with the knowledge that tomorrow would come, that the challenge would continue, and that the ache? The quiet, relentless ache? Would be waiting for him, patient as ever, until he learned how to bear it.

a/n: I'm so sorry I haven't posted my bugs💔💔 I just come on here to read and goon. (Tmi?) Love you guys, sorry once again.😞

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[paxreal]

Random Makima doodle on my friend's strawpage

[woodenplankstudios]

Boobs, butts, thighs or personality?

Let's see if we can make some nerds lose on day 1

Which one do you choose?

Boobs!

Butts!

Thighs!

Personality!

Voting ended onApr 20, 2024

[humiliatemepleasemistress]

NNN is HARD (Day 14)

So I’m doing my first No Nut November, it’s my first because I always say I’m gonna do it and then don’t follow through, for about 2 weeks now and it’s already getting tough! 🥵🥵 I foolishly tried to challenge myself by also making it so I have to edge myself for 2 hours everyday minimum and now it feels like everything makes me waaay hornier. I find myself squirming while edging or panting and I have to stop so frequently or I’ll fail and cum.

Humiliation content hits way harder now and I’m more likely to do everything that’s in a video whereas before I would ignore some parts of a video if I didn’t want to do it. I’m begging more even if there isn’t a begging part or someone says I want to hear you beg. And getting called Pathetic or called a Beta Loser or being told I have a Little Clitty etc is now a galactic level threat to me 🤤🥵🤤🥵

I also found a series to watch that I’ve been following for 4-5 days of NNN by Hasmik JOI and she has been amazing and would definitely recommend. Also if you like PMV check out Noodledude (has a website that ends in .io if search for it) those have been really amazing!

If I’m already this horny 14 days in I’m a little scared for 25-30 🥴🤤🥵

And always feel free to message me or humiliate me, ask questions etc!

[ch4st1ty-f4nt4sy]

Repost Challenge

What would you worship first? Her feet or her ass? For me its definitely her feet.

Well anyways...I'm doing a repost challenge...for every

Like 5 edges

Repost 10 hits to my balls

Comment 1 edge (unlimited)

I'm counting till monday 0:00 GMT+1

Make me regret this

[joaoppereiraus]

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