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dino-boyo-agere · 4 months

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Hey little one!

Oh, you had a bad day? I'm really sorry to hear that.

There's no need to apologize, sweetheart. It's okay to cry. It's okay to be upset, just let it all out.

You wanna hug baba? That's right, it's okay.

Look, baba got your favorite plushie! Let's hug them too, as tight as we can, yeah?

Do you want baba to put more pressure on your body? Wrap you up tight in my arms?

You don't have to be sorry, it's okay. I love you. I love you so much.

Thank you for trusting me. I'll hold you till you feel better.

I'm not going anywhere, I'm here for you.

Baba is always going to be here for you, darling.

You're so lovable. You're worth the world. You're my world, little one.

I'm here with you. Yes, and with plushie.

Oh, was that a giggle? No? It's okay, you can giggle and still be sad. You can giggle and still cry. Feelings are complicated. But we got this.

You got this. And I got you.

You're so brave. I'm proud of you. Dealing with all those big feelings.

Baba is so proud!

.ﾟ｡.･.*.ﾟ☆❗only interact if your blog is SFW❗☆ ﾟ.*.･. ｡ﾟ.

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meidui · 2 months

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#what the fuck #i had obscene and impure thoughts while making this and i am having them now #if lusting over him is a crime then CUFF ME #tony stark #tonystarkedit #robertdowneyjredit #rdjedit #marveledit #mcuedit #mcuchallenge #marvellegends #dailyavengers #mcufam #marveladdicts #dailymarvelgifs #*#edit*#gif*

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soapsbunny · 3 days

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reading soap’s biography on a wiki site and being reminded that he has a tattoo on the back of his neck…

#impure thoughts imprison me #john soap mactavish #call of duty #soap x reader

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the-accidental-femme-bot · 2 years

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Sorry I called you a 'good boy' in public. I just wanted to watch your brain short circuit.

#oopsie #so sorry #ok no I'm not #not sorry at all #you a good boy #look at that face #tee hee hee #my impure thoughts #me #my text

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tiredyke · 1 year

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every time queer discourse surges on this site everyone is so quick to jump to “it was actually the evil lesbians who divided us” because y’all heard the term “political lesbian” and never bothered to figure out what that meant

#‘political lesbians’ were and are predominantly STRAIGHT WOMEN #and a good chunk are bi #what don’t you understand about these women thinking lesbianism is a CHOICE? that it’s only used by women as a reaction to the patriarchy?#like lesbians can’t possibly like women and not men for any reason that isn’t some deep-seated hatred for men?#they all think lesbianism is dirty and impure and here you people are saying that this is PROGRESSIVE #and that they actually think that lesbianism is some golden standard for its purity???? you guys are so fucking stupid oh my god #you go on and on about learning your queer history until it comes to lesbians and then you’re perfectly happy rewriting our culture #and narrative #wtf is wrong with you people #and y’all braindead mfs use this to act like men are actually oppressed by the meanie dykes #i hate y’all #but none of y’all actually give a shit about lesbians so i guess im yelling into a void #lesbophobia #top posts #neon talks #LOL at the fucking idiot who reblogged this and tagged it ‘misandry’ not sure how you got that from my post but i hope your day sucks <3

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bunnelbaby · 4 months

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Regressing or dreaming due to stress does not make you or your headspace impure.

Regressing or dreaming due to anxiety does not make you or your headspace impure.

Regressing or dreaming due to trauma does not make you or your headspace impure.

Regressing or dreaming due to mental, physical or emotional health reasons does not make you or your headspace impure.

Regressing or dreaming due to overstimulation/understimulation does not make you or your headspace impure.

Regressing or dreaming due to anger or frustration does not make you or your headspace impure.

Regardless of what your reason is for entering your headspace, there is no such thing as regressing/dreaming impurely as this is a coping mechanism meant to help you.

#agere #sfw agere #age regression #agere positivity #positivity ✨#mentions of impure agere #i hate that term so much #there is nothing impure about regressing or dreaming because of any of these things!!

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msgexymunson · 5 months

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This praise kink is getting out of control.

I had my wisdom tooth removed. Long story short, it shattered when I was chewing gum, so the next day I got the rest removed.

The dentist was OK. I mean, he seemed nice; big smile, clean cut, fresh faced. But the WORDS.

"Just breathe for me."

"That's it, doing such a good job."

"That's so good, you're so brave."

"Look at you, doing so well."

"I know that's uncomfortable, I'll be as quick as I can. I know you can feel me in your mouth right here." 🫣

"Good girl." 🫠

"Look at that, so good for me, well done for taking it so well."

He asked if I was OK to leave but the blood was rushing to my head so he sat me down for a little while and kept saying stuff and I DIED.

"That's it, remember to breathe."

"I know it's a lot, just take your time." 🥵

"You did so good sweetheart."

Anyway, apparently I now have a thing for dentists.

#ms gexy writes #real life out of context #impure thots #im going to hell

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puppys-tiny-space · 4 months

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🖍️Tips for tinies that struggle with hypersexuality🖍️

First of all it is completely valid and fine to struggle with hypersexuality while regressed or before regressing. This can be for any number of reasons and all of them are okay! It does not make you any less valid or precious. You deserve healing, love and gentleness. I will also be making a post for affirmations to deal with impure regression and hypersexuality.

🧮stop regressing if you need to, if intrusive thoughts or feelings get too much stop regressing, take a break from it, clear your head and calm down🧮

🧃do affirmations, remind yourself that you are precious, your regression is healing, you are clean and deserving of love🧃

🖍️avoid triggers, if you know what triggers hypersexuality try to avoid them extra hard while small, if it is not having close skin contact, not wearing tight close or whatever🖍️

🧮don't be shy to cope, cope however you need to, let out your painful feelings, scream, break things, run or write whatever helps you let it out do it🧮

🧃do not act on it, do not act on intrusive thoughts or feelings no matter how much you think it might help it won't, it won't make them go away it will make it worse🧃

🖍️journal, journal about your feelings, about what hurts and what helps, build skills that work for you, they don't have to be what other people do, it is your healing and nobody else's🖍️

🧃talk it trough, talk about your feelings with somebody, be it a therapist or somebody you trust, you deserve a safe space🧃

🧮teach yourself, teach yourself you do not need to do sexual things to deserve love and kindness, you have a right to gentleness and to being fragile, you don't have to be pure to be loved🧮

🖍️don't compare yourself, comparing yourself with others is never a good idea especially not with this, it might feel like you are alone with this issue but you are not, others struggle with it but most regressors don't talk about it as it's a very personal thing🖍️

Fun fact of the day: you can tell the difference between rocks and fossils by licking them

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laur-the-cat-prince · 4 months

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… my brain is disrespectful to this puppet.

#lies of p #p #pinocchio #puppet #lies of p fanart #lies of p carlo #lies of p geppetto #carlo #lies of p gemini #i’m having impure thoughts about this puppet #😤😤😤#fan art #sketch

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cinderellasfella · 5 months

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Chris Hemsworth

#chris hemsworth #chemsedit #chemsworthedit #userdylan #userjimholden #usermichi #usermack #gaybuckybarnes #friends on main please forgive the impure thoughts i am about to foist upon you #I NEED HIM CARNALLY #my edits

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limerence4u · 5 months

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wet joel wet joel wet joel

#joel miller #the last of us #pixel joel #tlou #joel miller tlou #joel miller the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller angst #joel miller smut #joel tlou #joel the last of us #thinking impure thoughts….

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yibo-wang · 5 months

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YIBO x BAZAAR (2024) : PURITY

#chapter maybe be called purity but im having some of the most impure thoughts right now #wang yibo #harper bazaar #ps:yibo*#asiandramasource #cdramanet #chineseartistsinc #userdramas #tuserskc #asiandramanet #mxtxnet #mdzsnet #tusermona #usernuria

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sunnibits · 7 months

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ok but can we talk about Izzy’s sexy little thigh holster scabbard thing he’s got goin on here bc like,, damn 😳

#oh no zooming in on his groin was a mistake. now I’m having impure thoughts #I mean like I was already having them hence the zoom on the thigh straps #but now the thoughts have increased levels of impurity #izzy hands #ofmd #ofmd spoilers #I guess. literally just a closeup of his dick

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deancasforcutie · 24 days

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leave me alone to die

#doing normal then random AMV clips will again render me a consumptive Victorian corrupting her mind with impure novels and Slain by Feels #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #supernatural #spn #spnedit #12.09 #mine

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campgender · 2 months

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Whenever a player safewords, this is an occasion for mutual support. We understand that nobody safewords from a happy place, and that all of our egos feel frail and kind of runty when we need to back out of a scene. It is completely unethical to respond with scorn or ridicule to a person who has safeworded: S/M is not a competition, we are not playing against each other.

As tops, we have noticed that if we are having a good time and our bottom safewords, our initial feelings may not be happy. Whaddaya mean you don't like that? I do all this work and you don't appreciate it? I'm hot for being in control and you want me to stop? We have felt real anger and felt challenged in our top role... and, on a deeper level, we have felt put down, hurt and rejected. It is okay to have these feelings. It is not okay to act on them. Take three deep breaths and everybody start taking care of each other.

Sometimes bottoms get so deeply engaged in a scene that they fail to safeword, or forget, or so profoundly believe in the fantasy that it doesn't occur to them: many of the techniques we play with, like interrogation, function in the real world to undermine volition. Dossie remembers a scene in which a top offered her a choice of something or other: "I felt very confused. Some distant part of me vaguely remembered having made choices, but the response from my state of consciousness at that time was, Choose? I am not a thing that chooses." So then what is the top's responsibility?

If a bottom does not safeword and you don't pick up on what's going on, and this will happen if you play long enough and well enough, there is no blame. However, it is still your responsibility to monitor for physical safety as best you can. As ethical tops we make a commitment to never knowingly harm our bottoms. To this end we check in regularly to make sure that things are going the way we think they are, and we constantly monitor the physical and emotional safety of our bottoms. If a bottom is beyond safewording, and you as the top feel unsure about how far you should go, it is your responsibility to slow down or stop the scene and get into communication with the bottom to make sure you have informed consent. If you have to bring the bottom back into reality to do this, please remember that you helped get them into that altered state in the first place, so presumably you can help get them back there again as soon as you are sure of what's going on.

And just because someone safeworded doesn't mean that the scene has to be over. There may be times when the problem that brought either of you to safeword is so overwhelming that carrying on doesn't feel like the right thing right now - but most often we find that after we've dealt with whatever the difficulty is, we're still terrifically turned on, with the added bonus of a shared intimacy.

from The New Topping Book (2003) by Dossie Easton & Janet W. Hardy

(note: the authors use ‘top’ & ‘bottom’ in the historical S/M sense, meaning ‘person performing the act’ & ‘person receiving the act’; the act in question is not necessarily penetration.)

#i am largely posting this to refer back to / expand on later but still totally okay to reblog if you want #kink education #the new topping book #quotes #mac’s bookshelf #why not take me now as i am?#impurity culture #tomorrow sexting will be good again

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woewriting · 2 days

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IMPURE cairo sweet x fem reader

summary. even the most honest, kind-hearted can be corrupted by evil — especially if it has brown eyes, freckles and a breathtaking smile. word count. 1180 warnings. mdni, +18 only! implied sex, very brief smut at the end, blasphemy (?), nonlinear narrative. every line in italic is a quote by frederick nietzsche.

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As Nietzsche once said: “if you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you.”

That's how it felt to stare into your eyes for Cairo — she could see all your demons, fighting the urge to escape from the depths of your mind and release their chaos into the unknown world. It was fascinating, daring even, to unveil each creature that gazed back at her when your eyes met for a hot second in the middle of the crowded classroom. And when you quoted the first sentence of said quote, with dark eyes craved on hers, a grin drew on her lips.

“He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster.” Your voice was low, matching the sound of your high heels stomping on the wooden tiles, following a pace that, somehow, was synchronized with the beat of your heart.

Everything about you seemed well-placed, from the glasses that always slipped to the tip of your nose, forcing you to push the dark frame up every five minutes, to the white blouse that never carried a single wrinkle in the soft fabric; Cairo wanted to run her hands up and down your biceps when you brushed slightly against her as you returned to the front of the class. Even the chalk writing on the board behind you was perfect, rounded, and easy to understand.

Hell! It didn't even look like you had troubles in your life, almost as if you were friends with all the demons screaming inside your head.

There was only one that threatened to take over your muscles and move your body by itself, making you walk to the young writer that always sat at the first row, paying attention to every single movement of your body with curious eyes, staring at the window of your soul. The alluring brownish of her long hair created a delicate aura around her as the noon sun cracked through the big windows.

She was angelical, with freckles sprinkled all over her skin like the stars painted by Van Gogh, a dimple that came followed by an astounding smile. Yet, she was the devil. Forcing you to sin as you dropped to your knees to adore her; it was forceful, corrupt, making you ache as your mouth ran up and down her tasty body, thirsty, desperate.

Cairo Sweet felt like heaven, but had a soul that was grabbed from hell and thrown into the body of a girl that craved the world, to be known, to take everything she could from everyone she touched.

And you weren't different. At first, her greediness was subtle, well hidden under the facade of a lovely girl. You thought she was a “teacher's pet” — as your professor told you in one of his “preparation class” before you replaced him for the month as a graduation test, but the young writer was more than that, she was eager to please you, be it with her aggressive writing or with fingers deep inside you.

Sometimes it felt like she was the test, and you would only succeed if you survive the storm that was Cairo Sweet.

When you fell on her bed for the first time, it felt like Lucifer descending from heaven, and Cairo was your personal hell. She smoldered against your fingertips, with gray smoke leaving her mouth at every word of euphoria, sliding her tongue against your lips with a carnal desire that consumed her more and more at every sob that left your mouth.

The second time was excruciating. It melted your skin in a way that made you feel like it was written on your forehead all of your dirtiest sins, with the same perfection of your calligraphy and in every language so that all eyes on you were because of that.

Cairo was charming, with her knowledge and way with words, leaving you in awe every time she asked your opinion or answered one of your questions, effortlessly expressing her vision of the world — there's not a single poet, writer, or philosopher that's not been read by her brilliant mind.

Her favorite at the moment was Friedrich Nietzsche. For her, his view of the world was admiring, appalling. It's like he knew about the demons everyone constantly fought against, burying them deeper inside our core to prevent them from leashing them out in the open.

Little did you know, it was because of you. Because of the way your eyes lit up at the mention of his name.

While Cairo was a demon with an angel-like face, you were the opposite; with your dark clothes fitting perfectly on your curves and rough voice that always dropped one octave when you whispered her name like a prayer every morning for the past month. When you smiled, she could see the gentleness dripping like water from you, the patient you had with the students had her dumbstruck, looking at you with her chin resting on her hands, the cloth of her blouse itching her skin when you leaned forward to help a stupid classmate that only wanted to smell your perfume, leaning closer to your body as you calmly explained the most obvious subject, and that stupid smile on your face made it even harder for her to not clench her jaw over and over until you returned to your desk to finish today's reading.

When you fell the third time, it left a stain that wouldn't disappear from the cotton sheets — the white wings of a fallen angel, burned in black soot, fully corrupted and taken. This time it was brutal, lewd, and enticing with a small portion of a euphoric hunger. She savored you on her tongue with a devilishly smile tugging the corner of her lips, crawling up your body like the scarabs that loved Cairo, following her like a deity.

“Is man one of God’s blunders, or is God one of man’s blunders?” She asked, pressing her lips on your neck while her warm hands found your chest.

“I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time.” Your answer came in between a catch of breath, eyes closed and head thrown back against the soft pillow, nails digging deeper into her back, bruising the skin with long, red lines that stung.

“If I was a God, would you praise me?”

“I would adore you with every ruthlessly beautiful word known by mankind.”

With your hands firm on her waist, you pushed her to the side, fitting yourself in between her legs. Taking a deep breath turned your eyes darker than they already were; what a bewitching view it was to have you worshiping her, with lips glistening and a firm hand on her lower abdomen as you traced the stretch marks on her inner thighs with the tip of your tongue before running it up and down her slit, trying to keep her body from smearing the soot of your wings as a remain of the innocence the devil stole from you in the most graceful way possible.

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