Man This Country Hates Women SO Much. ☹️

I really want to write about poppy playtime right now, if anyone has any requests!

Smut Headcanon

Past and Present Kamala

When it comes to you and Kamala you guys sex lives are great. Especially since Kamala is the dominant one in the relationship.

She’s love your body ever since her college days in HBCU. The first time y’all had sex she was obsessed… and still is obsessed almost 20 To 30 years later.

The way she loves how you cum on her tongue and how the way you scream and moan her name. Omg is crazy for facesitting as well.

She loves that you take care of her as well. But she mostly pleases you. Basically more of a giver and not a receiver.

She gets off when you gets off. When you try to give back she stops you because she basically cums off your moans and knowing its going to put you to sleep.

Oh and speaking of dominant Kamala does not like it when you become bratty. You have rules to follow and if you break them you will punish.

She have all kinds of different sex toys. From whips to butt plugs to dildos and much more. Oh you hate orgasm denial very much. That’s a big part of how much you hate that she does that to you.

You are her good girl and you better act like it. Or else you will be spanked. Good girls cums while bad girls don’t. But don’t worry you do get your get back at her though.

She gives you a look that tells you don’t act up.

Fucks you hard with the biggest strap-on that she knows you can barely take. The belly bulge and the cum ring around the based of the fake cock. She loves it.

Kamala loves you very much soft or hard dom she will always take care of baby. Don’t get it twisted though, she will fuck up your pussy and asshole. Leaving you gaping for her and her alone.

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Pretty eyes and lips

Y/n found herself captivated by the intensity of Bret's gaze as they locked eyes. In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a realm of their own. His eyes held a mysterious depth, drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

Every flicker of emotion was reflected in his gaze, his eyes speaking volumes without uttering a word. Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she felt the connection between them growing stronger with each passing second. It was as if their souls were intertwined, dancing to a rhythm only they could hear.

Unable to tear her gaze away, she traced the contours of his lips with her eyes, noticing every subtle curve and the way they slightly parted as he spoke. The temptation to lean in and steal a kiss grew stronger with each passing moment. She wondered if he felt the same magnetic pull, the unspoken desire that hung heavy in the air.

But as thrilling as the notion was, Y/n couldn't help but feel a tinge of nervousness. What if she misread the signals? What if she was imagining a connection that wasn't really there? Doubts clouded her thoughts, causing her to hesitate.

Yet, despite the uncertainty, Y/n found herself drawn back to Bret's eyes, searching for answers. In their depths, she saw a flicker of longing, a hint of vulnerability that mirrored her own. It was the silent affirmation she needed, the reassurance that they were both walking this uncharted path together.

And so, with a surge of bravery, Y/n took a step closer, her heart pounding in her chest. As their eyes remained locked, she leaned in ever so slightly, her breath mingling with his. In that moment, time stood still, and the world faded away once more, leaving only the magic of their connection.

Words may have failed them, but their eyes and the unspoken language between them said it all. It was a moment filled with the promise of something beautiful, something that would leave an indelible mark on their lives.

As they stood there, lost in each other's gaze, Y/n knew that this was just the beginning of an unforgettable love story - one filled with passion, adventure, and a love that would endure the test of time.

Together, they were ready to embark on a journey where their hearts would guide them and their souls would intertwine, forever bound by the magic of their love.

Sometimes i look at my $elfharm scars and think “Damn it wasn’t even that deep”

I haven’t said anything about the way men have voted because it was a given imho. I never count on the benevolence of men. There’s a lot to be said about how Latinos and Asians voted, that’s not something I can comment on. Sending me anons saying I’m racist to white women won’t change the election results. I know not all of that demographic voted for trump but all of the women in the us will have to live with the outcome of the election. When you have black women voting 90% for Harris in some states am I supposed to blame them for this too? I’m not gloating by saying this. There is a crisis of dignity and lack of self-respect in some populations and I’m not evil for pointing that out

Hey y’all, I’m gonna shoot my shot at writing fanfics again (it’s been years lol) so do ya have any requests? :3

(My current hyperfixation is Poppy Playtime, so I’d like to write some x reader’s about a few of the characters >:3)

I hate when a fanfic is x blk reader and the author makes them really 'ghetto'. For example, loud, rude, says the n word alot, pats their head, wears a bonnet everywhere or just really stereotypical like just make a normal fanfic but shows the reader is black like we don't need to be stereotyped in a ff to know the character is black.

No hate to anyone tho love you all <33

Lets face it. We all secretly knew that at the end of the day people rather vote for a man than for a woman. No matter how incompetent and in this case even criminal he is.

I think it's really that easy and always will be...unfortunately 🫥