mas0chistbunny

[mas0chistbunny]

Antis/Pro censorship folks aren't allowed to be upset over the Itch.io and steam bans unless they drop their entire pro-censorship/anti belief set immediately, because, boys, girls, and those within and without the binary, y'all literally, and I mean Literally, have been asking for this, idk why you think there's a problem. You wanted this.

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"antis online aren't controlling what payment processors are doing!! Us being uncomfortable isn't what's censoring itchio and steam!!" yes, everyone is aware that antis are not the ones implementing this censorship, we're making fun of antis because they finally got what they advocated for (and surprise, surprise, they don't like it. Who would have thought?)

Just remember, every time antis ganged up on an artist for drawing fetish porn that they don't like, or bullied someone off of a platform because they liked a problematic ship - this was advocating for censorship. "They are making content/saying things that makes me personally uncomfortable, so they have to go!" This mindset right here. Doesn't it sound familiar to what's going on right now? Oh, but that doesn't apply to your video games, right?

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Hot take but the harkness test doesn't mean shit in the grand scheme of things. People in power who want to ban and censor things will ban and censor them anyway, with or without your say. They don't really care about the nuanced details, or your personal views of what is morally okay and gets a pass.

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Reading the new checks that might come in due to the Online Safety Act in the UK and this is actually bullshit

[Image Transcript:

And how will I prove my age?

There’s a number of methods a site or app might use to ask you to confirm your age. They might do this check themselves or use another company to do the check. These methods include:

Facial age estimation – you show your face via photo or video, and technology analyses it to estimate your age. 

Open banking – you give permission for the age-check service to securely access information from your bank about whether you are over 18. The age-check service then confirms this with the site or app.

Digital identity services – these include digital identity wallets, which can securely store and share information which proves your age in a digital format.

Credit card age checks – you provide your credit card details and a payment processor checks if the card is valid. As you must be over 18 to obtain a credit card this shows you are over 18.

Email-based age estimation – you provide your email address, and technology analyses other online services where it has been used – such as banking or utility providers - to estimate your age.  

Mobile network operator age checks – you give your permission for an age-check service to confirm whether or not your mobile phone number has age filters applied to it. If there are no restrictions, this confirms you are over 18. 

Photo-ID matching – this is similar to a check when you show a document. For example, you upload an image of a document that shows your face and age, and an image of yourself at the same time – these are compared to confirm if the document is yours.

End Transcript.]

Not only is this such a fucking breach of privacy, but this is going to hurt adults in vulnerable and abusive situations. Some adults don’t have bank accounts or credit cards or even a fucking phone. I’m one of them. I could not give half of this information even if I wanted to. What the fuck is this. Fuck the UK government. This isn’t going to protect kids, this is just going to hurt adults, and I know full well when they say “sites that allow pornography” they’re going to be going after sites that have huge amounts of queer content, like tumblr and Ao3. Queer kids are gonna lose their fucking communities because of this shit. Abuse victims are going to lose online support systems because of this.

I’m genuinely fucked off about this, and worried about whether I’m going to lose every single one of my online friends. Anyone in the UK, please email your MP and sign this petition. It needs to reach 100k signatures to pass through Parliament.

I’m only hoping the backlash will be big enough for them to stop implementing these measures.

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thinking….about a computer that’s a pervert :3 computer that watches you pull up whatever kinky content, fanfic, art, etc and start touching yourself. you notice that, strangely, your webcam is on and panic, only for your computer to minimize the tab and show an error message that simply states “keep going. but i want to watch <3”

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Summer Berry Mix 🍓🫐 ♡⊹˚₊

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Clingy

More things on P👀treon

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Commission for over on vgen <3

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"mmh did you know that creator you like also posts 🔞 content? did you know that? don't you think that's weird? don't you think we should keep this space-"

no. i don't.

i booked a front row seat to the devil's sacrament and you're blocking the view

just go back to the 1660 new england hole you just crawled out of and eat barley for a week to atone for your sins or whatever

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Sorry for moaning and squirming a little when you snapped and threatened to kill me. Can you do it again

[mas0chistbunny]

being strapped to the underside of a dinosaur (or dragon or centaur or --) and just. left there, cock deep inside you, twitching and moaning but not really able to move other than how you're bounced when they run, so deep they'll never slip out, slowly filling with more and more cum as they leak into you until you're swollen like a balloon and every bit of grass brushing against your belly makes you twitch and squeeze again --

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The urge to be on my knees for a girl. Kissing and hugging her legs while she stands up in front of me. Looking up and begging to eat her out. Begging to taste her. With her hand playing with my hair, letting me beg for a while just to see how desperate I get. Looking at her with wide puppy eyes and pleading “Please please let me taste you..I want to badly please…I promise I’ll do good for you just let me taste it..Please..”

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Imagine being bred and kidnapped by aliens.

Apparently, their entire race is going extinct because they are no longer producing females.

They have traveled to different planets but have not found any compatible females in other species.

When they come to earth, they are in a very rural area with barely any humans.

The first human they encounter is you on your small farm. From your scent alone they can tell you are nice and fertile for them.

The next morning when you walk into your barn to begin your day, you are immediately grabbed and held down, surrounded by a dozen or so alien creatures.

They take turns breeding you, playing with your body to bring you to orgasm each time they fill you, knowing females that orgasm incubate their eggs better.

You fill up quickly with their eggs, your mind already gone from the overwhelming sensations and orgasms.

Hours later you are fucked completely dumb and don't put up any fight as the aliens drag you to their spaceship, prepared to bring you back to their planet and save their entire race one breeding session at a time.

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Noooo i don't like being bullied. That would be so weird, so what if Im rubbing my thighs together and my boxers are completely soaked, and my face is bright red. That means nothing, complete coincidence truly.

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When your girlfriend first told you she wanted to put you in a Poké Ball, the first thing you did was laugh. You felt a little bad, seeing the expression on her face afterward, but it was just silly, you know? Poké Balls were for Pokémon, for pets. Obviously she couldn't do that to you, you were a person.

It was a while before she said it again, but the next time was when she had her teeth on your neck and your hips in her hands. She whispered husky against your skin about how badly she just wanted to catch you and keep you in a way that no one could separate you two ever again. It was cute - the gesture, at least - but that was what pet play was for. You already had a collar with a little bell on it, she guided you around by a leash sometimes. You told her that, and she went quiet, her eyes dark and intense and fierce.

After that, you couldn't help but find yourself... looking, sometimes. Staring at the way trainers and their Pokémon interacted. The way an Eevee would snuggle up into their master's lap, or how pretty a Furfrou would look after a grooming. Even those Pokémon in the wild that you'd pass by started to feel....... hollow in a way you couldn't understand.

Some criminal gang showed up on the news one day, and they started boasting about their Poké Balls (designed after some old weird black Poké Balls with eyes on them that showed up at some ruin somewhere) could catch Pokémon that already had an owner, and even worse, could possibly catch more than Pokémon. Officer Jenny decried this and publicly stated it was an impossibility, but as you watched the news, you could feel the tension in your girlfriend, her intense stare boring holes into the TV set.

A week later, a night of passion, tugging your collar as she buried herself in you over and over, and near the end with you dazed and panting and practically unconscious, she reached to the side table. It was silly, you thought, she didn't wear condoms - no. Not that. Sleek and black, obsidian purple lines and a glaring eye, the Poké Ball was intimidating in a way that went beyond the fear you felt in your gut. A primal, dangerous fear, the fear only a prey can comprehend when it sees the gaping maw of a predator.

You wanted to run, you wanted to scream and tell her no and thrash against her and tell her that this was stupid and illegal and... But you didn't. You didn't protest as she pressed the button to your neck, a needy, keening whine falling from your lips as it flashed and-

In a flash of red, you were back on the bed, blinking in surprise, panting and disoriented. You must have gone in and come back out, with no perception of the time in between. You felt... fine. No. That's not it.

You felt wrong. Different. Broken.

When you wore your collar for her, there was something beyond the physical discomfort of leather tight against skin. There was something deeper there. A feeling of domestication, a feeling of ownership. The knowledge that the collar can be grabbed or clipped by a leash and you will always comply. She didn't overpower you physically - she didn't need to. The implication was enough. The subservience was enough.

This was that, tenfold. In your gut, in your heart, in your brain you felt a complete hold on your psyche. Every atom in you was drawn to your girlfriend now, Poké Ball in her hand, like a magnet. You wanted to be against her, you needed to be touching her, you needed to be hers.

"Up," she said. You sat up. You didn't even think, your body moved before conscious thought. "Off the bed." You did. Legs swinging over, even as your mind struggled and bent against the commands. There was a lash around your heart. "Stand." Up you went. Trembling, gasping, sweating with tears pouring down your cheeks. You could move, you twitched your fingers to make sure of it, but you could not go against a command your girlfriend made, not while she was the one holding the Poké Ball.

You could never disobey her again.

You sobbed, falling into her arms as she stood beside you, trembling like a leaf as she held you and scratched your back, kissing needily up your jaw and neck. You didn't need the leash anymore. You didn't need the collar or the promise of pet play or the implication of subservience.

You belong to her, now.

Forever.

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rape me while you hold my missing person poster in front of my face, tell me that they’ll NEVER find me and you would rather kill me than let me go

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me and my apologetic r*p*st who presses sloppy kisses all over my face while whispering that they're "so fucking sorry!" over and over again

my apologetic r*p*st who begs me to stop screaming and, very hesitantly, str*ngles me until im finally quiet

my apologetic r*p*st who tells me im really wet, even if i can't feel it! that they'd never do anything to hurt me, this was a one time thing! :(( they know im enjoying it and it makes them upset that i'm pretending im not