#Whinging into the void

[thegreenleavesofspring]

Me: God please please please take this hard thing away from me. 😭😭😭 Please. It's HARD.

God: Here's a post about how Christian must bear their crosses.

Me: Oh, okay. 🥺

Him: And here's a post about how tribulations won't last forever.

Me: Oh, okay. 🥺

Him: And here's a post about how it's okay to flop on the floor crying while doing My will.

Me: Oh, okay. 🥺

[st-just]

I have somehow fucked up my ear/sinus while sleeping and now there's a painful kind of stretching feeling whenever I turn my neck at a sharp angle or shift my jaw.

This makes chewing, unpleasant.

Hoping it passes soon.

[rottingcheng]

not to be a weh weh baby about things but having bpd is crazy in the sense that my feelings are so magnified and intense i actively fear things that can induce strong emotions. i avoid media that isn't mind numbing a lot even though i want to read/watch good stuff bc i get so emotionally invested and if something emotional happens i will feel like my chest was holed out and that's scary.

[dontwanderoff]

i only have one more tablet left of my antibiotics and still feel literally zero percent different 🙃 im gonna have to go back to a doctor aren't i?

[conanssummerchild]

literally how do my parents manage to make me the bad guy when i've been trying to have a relationship with my sister for my whole life and shes ignored me but of course now SHE wants to be my friend and i must drop everything for miss princess

[khaotunq]

😶

[hazlantheelf]

Has anyone else got so tired that they want to write poetry?

[dewitty1]

Saturday Six (Stuff)

Wowwww it's been a while. Can't say that much has been going on, but also it feels like a lot has been going on... That's life, though right?(。-ω-)ﾉ

I've been trying to work, but so far only had on project this month. It seems like I may have to resort to begging on FB A-Fricking-gain, which sometimes works, but not always. Instagram posts don't seem to do anything.(⑅ ‘﹃’ )

Speaking of Instagram, my food posts seem to do OK, but I'm not really gaining followers. Idk how to do that except to do action videos, and yeahhhh, that's just not my style.（’-’*)

Mainly what I've been doing is getting ready for the lesbian wedding in Wales that I'm going to in a few weeks! Much excite. I'm fixing to be very Sapphire aka Pantsuit Sapphic gay mom!“ψ(｀∇´)ψ

My parents are being wicked douchers again. So what's new? Only they're going out in public (dad with no mask) with full on Covid. Ughhhh. So gross. They're just lucky they didn't get us sick. Especially with my trip coming up. s(・｀ヘ´・;)ゞ

The rodeo is in town this weekend. And as usual there was the parade out in front of the house this morning. Yee frickin haw. (；-◞౪◟-)

[trammellesstangent]

You ever make posts but then delete them

[tmae3114]

she has been a character for some time now and I still just am incapable of taking the name "Morgan Elsbeth" seriously. why do they keep saying it like it's a scary villain name. Every time they say it, it breaks my immersion. It's the 'Elsbeth' that's getting me, I think. That's such a weirdly specific name to use as a surname. I just can't find it threatening, I know too many Elspeths in real life

[himbo-thoughts]

Get ready for some whinge positing:

I HATE it when writers keep jacking up the tension in a story. Like there is nothing that makes me divest more in a story than things going wayyyy worse for little reason.

When things are going bad and the get dramatically worse it just takes me out of the story and makes me think that the writer or an editor looked at a stressful scene and say you know what let’s imperil the characters a bit more they’re not in enough peril.

Repspect to the authors who do do that tho. It’s just not for me

[redrocketpanda]

Today the sky is BLUE and the sun is SHINING, and my writing class this afternoon was cancelled so I could actually conceivably go out & enjoy the nice weather?

Unfortunately for me my brain said nahhhhhhh don't think so and so, for the past 3 hours, I have been in a horrendous fight with real bad brain gremlins which are kicking my ass

I wanted to write, I wanted to read some bllk, I wanted to enjoy the beautiful weather we're having. But nope. Brain says no, and I hate it.

[nobdoy]

Me: hello school nurse, these are the symptoms I still have; based on the school guidelines of "symptom improvement" should I take tomorrow off or should I return to work

Nurse: yeah that's going to be highly individualized, it just depends on you, and only you know your body so you're just going to have to make that decision yourself

ma'am I have been training my body to ignore itself for 30 years now that's why I called an older more professional adult TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO

[merbear25]

Been thinking a lot about Crocodile

Thinking about how you'd have to take it slow to work up to a decent level of trust between each other, second guessing the other's intentions, overthinking each gesture and reaction.

You'd sneak glances at each other. Hoping you won't be caught admiring them when the thought of their body brushing up against yours crosses your mind, leaving your cheeks flushed.

Your overactive imagination would inevitably lead to restless nights of tossing and turning; wondering if he ever lost sleep over you like you did him.

Seeing as his body language isn't the most inviting to someone who may or may not want to confess their feelings, he'd most likely be the one to confront you first. Don't expect anything heart felt, though. Despite having realized he has feelings for you, he still has walls up and is going to try to feel out the situation.

He'd never show it, but he's relieved that you've returned his feelings. Since admitting your feelings, nothing changes that much. You still have to build trust. However, neither of you feel like it's necessary to sneak glances at each other anymore. The both of you are still warming up to the idea of physical touch, so even though you've closed the gap that'd been between the both of you, there's still some physical distance.

When you start spending a bit more time together, you have a certain look on your face. You look so sweet, so innocent, so trusting. Your softened features are making it hard for him to resist his growing urges: to stroke your cheek, run his hand over your hips and small of your back, to feel the warmth of your soft lips against his, all of which burning into a desire to hold you close.

NSFW below the cut (f!reader, fingering, vaginal penetration, daddy kink and maybe size kink)

Intimacy was something to be earned in his mind. Simply jumping into bed would have never been an option as it would completely void sex of any true meaning. Building that much needed trust was essential for him to fully allow himself to enjoy you.

He wants to take his time enjoying the curves of your body and relishing in how it reacts to his touch. Those hushed gasps as he gripped your inner thigh were working wonders on him, especially while he worked his way up your leg, teasing you. The way your hips slightly thrusted against his hand made him smirk. You were coming off so eager and desperate for him.

The feeling of you squirming under him was making him feel powerful — having this much control over someone from just a simple touch was exhilarating.

You hesitantly touch his thigh and trace your finger to the yearning that was lengthening between his legs. Looking up at him through your lashes, you were scanning his features for approval to continue. While he started bending down to kiss you, you met him half way — his skepticism being engulfed by your passion.

As he deepens the kiss, his hand drifts down to unbutton your pants. He tugs them, along with your panties, off swiftly, which leaves your bottom half completely at his mercy. Him gazing down at your already slick slit made your pussy twitch with anticipation.

In seeing this, his ego inflated and a cheeky smile appeared before his thumb found itself swirling around your clit. He loved seeing how your body responded and loved just how intimate it was to have you practically helpless under his touch.

Your fingers fumble about with his belt due to the constant spasms sending thrilling waves throughout your body. He decides to help satisfy your curiosity and slaps his long thick cock against your whimpering pussy, causing the wetness to splatter under its weight.

He may be a rather cruel man at times, but he wants to ensure that you love each and every moment together. He rubs the tip against your clit before shoving two fingers inside you. You whinge from the sudden pain but gradually become accustomed to the feeling. He slips a third finger in which makes your back arch from the intense amount of pressure. Once the whirls of pain and discomfort settle, your moans become louder, begging him to give you more.

The show you had just put on was too enticing not to reward. Using every ounce of will power, he held back the temptation from being as rough as he wanted to be. Carefully, he eased himself in and allowed you to adjust to his length. You crawled at the sheets beneath you and your breath hitched.

He knew you weren't going to be able to take all of him the first time having sex, so when a decent amount of him was hidden within your walls, he tenderly thrusted. Hearing your moans, seeing how tear-stained your face had become, and feeling your cunt clenching so tightly around him was delectable.

His jaw was becoming slack. He let out a deep moan, and you just couldn't help yourself, "It feels so good, daddy."

Hearing that come out of you damn near short circuited the man. The slow and steady pace he'd decided on for your comfort was dwindling; he wanted to hear you scream that. Quickening his pace, he was engrossed in your movements.

He baited you to call him that again, "D'you like that?"

"Unhhhh... love how daddy fucks me," your voice was becoming a bit hoarse from how vocal you were being.

His eyes roll back and he tightens his grip on your hip. He doesn't even notice the low-toned moans he's letting out. "Y'love how big daddy's cock is?"

All you can do is choke out a 'yes'.

He forces himself deeper into your pussy. You whimper and dig your heels into the mattress. The sounds of his dick being suctioned by your soaking cunt was accompanied by your desperation to let go.

You cry out 'daddy' before your hips buck from the intensity of your orgasm.

He pulled out and left your front side completely coated in cum.

After a moment he pants, "It might be worth spending more time with you."

[ectologia]

TERNARY

TOMURA SHIGARAKI + FEMALE READER + DABI

WARNING: DUBCON/NONCON, CLIT TORTURE, GENITAL SPANKING, ANAL FINGERING, MALE MASTURBATION, THREESOME, CREAMPIE, HUMILIATION, MOCKING, SLIGHT GORE, MENTION OF TORTURE METHODS, PROFANITY, SLIGHT DABI X SHIGARAKI?

“Come out, come out..” Shigaraki sing-songs, shuffling against the moist gravel. “Where the fu— Dabi!”

“Mm.” Dabi hums, hand lax in his pocket while the other occupies a smouldering cigarette, pinched between his ashen finger-tips.

Shigaraki snarls a groan from the back of his throat. “Stop stroking your dick and come help me, you moron.”

“What’s the fuckin’ point? She’s probably long gone by now.” Dabi shrugs, making no attempt to gather himself. “And does it really matter? It’s just one chick, what’s she gonna d—”

Shigaraki spikes, shoulders prickling as he lurches towards Dabi. “What’s she gonna do?” He scoffs. “Tell those fuckin’ bastardin’ heroes where our base is, that’s fuckin’ what! I’m starting to think I should reconsider putting you second in command if you’re just gon—”

Dabi throws his hands up, feigning an apologetic frown. “Alright, alright! ..Damn.” He brings the smoked pick back down to the seam of his lips, inhaling until a puff of smog rolls out of his nostrils. “I was just kidding, Boss.” He smirks from beneath his clutch of scarred knuckles.

Shigaraki eyeballs Dabi with a flat face. “Dumb-ass.” He swats Dabi on the back of the head, a bit to strongly for his liking once the cigarette previously perched between his fingers is flung onto the sludge-stained pavement.

“Nice one.” Dabi huffs with an audible breath, shuffling through his pockets for another. “You know, it wouldn’t hurt to be a li—”

“Shh. Shut the fuck up.” Shigaraki hisses, pressing his index to the petals of his flaking lips. “I just heard something.”

The two stand, frozen in ear-splitting silence.

Both pairs of eyes meet, knotted and furrowed as Dabi’s arm suddenly darts out, snatching at the blackened void.

“Ah, now would ya’ look at that.”

You yelp once a mangled hand swipes at your neck, clamping down and holding you in place.

“You were right Boss, little shit was hiding here all along.” Dabi snickers, jostling your shaken form like a hunter vaunting it’s kill.

Shigaraki rolls his eyes at his comrades witty intimations, eyeing the tiny thing hanging from his clutches.

He clicks his tongue, re-adjusting Father’s thumb across his cheek-bone. “Sneaky little bitch.”

You’re bound and stiff, eyes wide and jaw locked in your shell-shocked petrification.

“What do you wanna’ do to her first?” Dabi drawls, tilting his chin down to look at you with a wicked grin. “Break her legs? Skin ‘er? Blood-eagle?”

“Hm..” Shigaraki hums, tapping a thumb against his chin. You’re spun once, twice to get all the best angles as they inspect your physique. “I mean.. It’d be a shame to let her go to waste.”

Dabi smirks, darting an intrigued brow upwards. “Oh, yeah?”

Shigaraki’s tongue slips out to wet his parched lips. “Yeah.”

“Mmh.. What a messy pup.”

Dabi coos, tracing the rim of your clit’s hood with his middle-finger. He has your nerves standing to attention every time the abrasive digit dabs against your stiff nub.

“Look how hard that little clitty is.” Shigaraki chuckles, toeing your pussy with the tip of his shoe, nudging Dabi’s marred knuckles in the process. “Could probably jerk it if you wanted to.”

“Yeah?” He tweaks the thin layer of skin surrounding the vulnerable dot, bending your thighs back further in the process. “Wanna’ try?” He swirls his tongue along the crevice of your ear, spitting into it as he croons.

“Please, let me g— Mmph!”

“Ah.” Your pleas are soon cut off by the wrinkled texture of Dabi’s palm. “I don’t wanna’ hear any cryin’ or whinging now, a’ight?”

Shigaraki sneers, squatting down to replace Dabi’s cold, stapled flesh with his own.

He pinches your clit between his crooked fingers, grinding and tweaking the tiny seed, while Dabi bounces you on his knee like a child to soothe your oncoming fit.

“See? this is what happens..” Shigaraki spits with a bitter smile. “This is what happens — when nosy little bitches like you can’t mind their own fuckin’ business.”

He pulls his arm back, tugging your tiny, quivering clit along with him until the stretched skin snaps back into place at the crest of your pudgy pussy.

Your raw cunt earns a sloppy, half-hearted spank from the hard heel of his hand, noticeably avoidant to catch you with his surely destructive finger-tips.

“Hey, woah, woah. Who said you get first dibs?” Dabi splutters, pressing your knees back together almost defensively once he sees the shimmering glare of Shigaraki’s belt buckle.

“I did.” Shigaraki grunts, clumsily rooting around inside the pouch of his stained boxers before pulling out the sluggish length of his pink-tipped cock. He’s flaccid, smooth layers of pale-porcelain skin wrinkled and folded against the chubby softness of his un-cut dick.

“You ain’t even hard yet, you shmuck.” Dabi sniggers, abiding his time by twiddling and flicking at your labia.

“Shut the fuck up. Just gimme’ a sec..”

“No way, I ain’t sittin’ here to watch you rub on your lil’ love-stick.” Dabi peers down at you through his leaden eyelashes. “We wanna’ have some fun, don’t we babe?” He smooshes the pudge of your cheeks, scrunching your lips into a pucker. He snorts, sticking his tongue out to engulf the cavity in a wet-hot kiss. “Mmh..” He swirls the leacherous muscle around and around your teeth, bobbing his head as though he was trying to suck out your soul like a dementor.

“Hey, knock it off. We’re not here to play house.” Shigaraki stutters through his raspy chokes, jabbing at his limply-hanging cock.

Dabi smiles as he retreats, smearing a muggy trail of saliva across your chin all the way to the tippy top of your nose, flicking off at the soft cartilage.

“Was just introducing myself, Boss.”

“You don’t need to introduce yourself.” Shigaraki bites.

“Awh..” Dabi coos. “Big bad villian can’t get his teeny weeny hard?”

He expects Shigaraki to explode into a feral ball of flames at this, only to be met with something much more mellow and.. down-right — timid.

“Do something..”

“What?”

Shigaraki clicks his tongue and huffs. “Do something.. Finger her or some shit..”

“Oh.”

Dabi’s struck dumb, but only for a short moment — before he’s bouncing back to his usual unperturbed and snarky demeanour.

“Well then.. let’s get down to business. What’re we feeling, you little rat? Twat or ass?”

You shiver in Dabi’s lap, the sporadic jolts of your spine spiking every-time the dewy humidity of his breath blows over your nape.

“Only kidding Babe.” Dabi smiles, a wide, wolfish, toothy grin, reaching no further than the dimples of his cheeks, half-lidded eyes set purely on the little patch of flesh below your navel. “I’m choosing.”

“Holy fuck!”

Shigaraki jerks his — now, fully erect cock. Striding up the sweaty length to halt just at the ridge of his pumped mushroom-tip, shiny with a sheen of smeared pre-cum. The tiny slip of pink peeks through his curled hand every time his fist bobs, fapping away at his chubbed up prick while his second set of fingers make themselves useful by rolling and fondling his tightened ball-sack.

“Yeah? You likin’ the show Boss-man?” Dabi’s nose crinkles from the force of his own boyish laughter, tapping your left ass-cheek for the 8th time, just to watch the squishy dough ripple around his stapled wrist.

The scrunched rim of your taught asshole barely has enough room to encompass all three of the fingers Dabi persistently tries to stuff in, shuffling and flexing the digits inside your gummy walls to engage you into a more flexible position.

“Fuck me, look at that butt.” He jerks his elbow forward, impaling you further on top of the jagged bumps of his torn knuckles.

“Ah!” It’s a guttural cry of pain that escapes your hoarse throat, bent at an angle with your stomach pressed across Dabi’s lap, consistently jouncing along his thigh at every attempted means of escape.

“Ooh, yeah.” Dabi croaks through his grit teeth, puffing from the back of his throat once he sees how the smooth curvature of your back arches as he prods at your asshole with a forth digit. “You bouncin’ that ass back for me?”

“Yeah she is, look at her.” Shigaraki can’t help but invite himself into the conversation, leaning back further against the porous red-bricks for support. “Stick her another one Dabi, I wanna’ see blood.”

“Another one? You want another one?”

“No!” You squeal.

“Yeah you do.”

Dabi hooks his left thumb around the puckered hole, stretching you open further to dig a fourth finger into the cramped space.

“Shit, yeah — I like that.” Shigaraki nods in approval as he pumps his massive dick, anchoring from his wrist to his shoulder as he squeezes his plump cock-head.

He thrusts himself off of the wall, waddling over to the scene with his jeans bandaging his thighs together.

“Uh oh.” Dabi mocks, almost giddy once he sees how frantic Shigaraki’s strokes become, huffing with humid cotton-balled clouds of steam.

“Mmh.. want..” He staggers, almost losing his balance before stationing his forearm next to Dabi’s streaked mane of ink. “Pussy.. lemme’ see her twat..”

Instead of directing your stance by your waist, Dabi deems it appropriate to use the hooked fingers clenched inside your back-pussy as a handle, pulling your little ass up into a painful arch by the tiny hole, almost tearing you through the middle on his metallic spikes in the process.

“She’s all yours.” Dabi hollers at his Boss.

“Shut your mouth, stupid cunt.”

A pair of grimy fingers slither down towards your puffed up folds, while a third taps away at your ticklish little clit. He’s no longer aiming the head of his dick at himself, but rather the penny-sized hole left unoccupied below your taint.

His hand drops in favour of clutching your stomach, clawing and grappling with the squidgy meat as he rubs his penis through the slicked up gash.

Dabi’s satisfied with just observing, perching his chin atop your shoulder to visualise how your tiny cunny is gonna take his Boss’s fat, steaming horse-cock.

“Agh! Mmh — Mmh — Shit!”

Or not..

He chooses not to mention the strings of semen shooting against the denim of his jeans, in favour of keeping his head.

Or the same blobs of pearlescent coating dribbling out of your fuckable pussy-hole, left to waste after being soiled by Shigaraki’s acerbic spunk.

Dabi makes no effort to move until he’s sure the low-hanging set of balls swinging against his knee have come to a slow waltz, rocking leisurely beneath Shigaraki’s girth.

“Was that good, you little freak?”

Shigaraki’s unsure if Dabi’s talking to you or him, uncaring enough to ask as he basks in the glowy state of his post-nut glory.

It’s surprising how long it takes for the two men to recognise the faint sniffling smudged into the leather of Dabi’s shoulder, opaque spots of crystalline tears seeping into the veined material.

Dabi juts his bottom lip out, mocking your timid warbling. “Awh, you made her cry Shiggy.”

Shigaraki rolls his eyes, swivelling as he stuffs his cock and balls back into the pocket of his ratty underwear.

“She’ll get over it.”

[shineon3]

Some Simi smut because I visioned and @summer04rayne threatened me :3

Seb closes his eyes, sweaty blonde locks plastered on his forehead making it hard to see in front of him. There's a distant buzz in his ears, and he whines, shivering when a cold hand oh so gently caresses his cheek, a thumb carefully pressing down on the bulging skin.

“So good for me, kulta”

He's on his knees, relishing in the ache spreading in his muscles, mind overflowing with thoughts yet blissfully empty, body overheated, bracketed by Kimi's powerful thighs, the safest place he knew. He moans at the praise, the sound muffled as he suckles as best as he can on the older man's cock, tears slowly falling as he feels it hitting the back of his throat every so often.

“Seb, rakas, look at you, so pretty, so eager…”

He whines, cheeks burning up as he blushes, Kimi's sweet praises hitting their marks as his own cock throbs, blurting precum on his already messy thighs. Kimi is steadily fucking his mouth now, big hands holding onto Seb's hair as he trusts his hips almost lazily, groans falling from his parted lips.

He's a mess, drool and tears adorning his face, lips swollen red and hair dishevelled, but he knows Kimi's definitely not any better. He slowly opens his eyes, blinking as the overhead light blinds him for a bit. Above him, Kimi looks… holy. His pupils were blown, black void rimmed blue, awe, wonder and hunger making Seb shiver as he grips the older’s thighs harder, trying to ground himself.

The younger zones out for a moment, enjoying the heaviness of his boyfriend’s cock on his tongue. One of the hands in his hair suddenly tugs, not too hard, but enough to make him lose focus, and he chokes a bit before being pulled off Kimi's cock.

He pouts, a string of spit still connecting his lips to the tip. Kimi smirks, thumb pressing on Seb's spit wet lips, eyes sparkling mischievously.

“Now, now, don't pout, kulta. I promised I'd give you a reward, didn't I?”

He doesn't wait for a reply, pulling Seb up until he's straddling his lap, soft and pliant and all too willing to get wrecked by the older man. He immediately pulls Kimi into a kiss, messy and filthy, all tongues and teeth, his arms wrapped around the older’s neck, Kimi's hands around his hips in a bruising grip. He whines in the kiss as the Ferrari driver bites his bottom lip before pulling back with a smile.

Wordlessly, he picks up Seb, gently laying him down on the bed, taking a moment to admire the artwork on his pale skin, the bite marks spread all over it, the new and shiny bruises over his hips, the ones fading around his wrists and thighs. Kimi slowly kisses all over them, worshiping his body, grinning as he feels Seb's dick throb when he places a kiss to the wet head.

One of his hands presses against the younger's inner thigh, and he makes a pleased sound when Seb’s legs fall open without a protest. Thumbing at the love bite he left there, he relishes in the gasps and moans Sebastian lets out as he pushes two fingers inside him, meeting little to no resistance, still open and wet from the last time.

“Sweetheart? What do we say, hm?”

Seb shakes his head, blue eyes glazed over, making grabby hands at Kimi, whinging.

“Bitte, Kimi, I was good, I was good, versprechen, inside, bitte!”

Kimi adds a third finger for good measure, making a scissoring motion with them, hitting Seb's prostate on every trust, and moves up, pressing a kiss to the corner of Sebastian's lips.

“Of course, kulta, you've been such a good boy for me…”

He pulls his fingers out, chuckling softly when Seb whine at the loss, and stretches his arm, reaching for the lube and properly slicking his cock.

Seb almost screams when his boyfriend pushes inside, vision blurring for a good while, and he's pretty sure he just came untouched. He grips onto Kimi's back for dear life, nails undoubtedly leaving angry red marks on the pale skin. His thighs wrap around the older’s hips as he starts trusting mercilessly, his cock basically assaulting Seb's prostate with every push.

He's barely aware of his own body, tears, drool and sweat painting his face and body. His thighs are shaking, his vision swimming, and every single thought has been reduced to mush. He's babbling incoherently, a mix of sounds, german and broken english, words barely getting out between moans, let alone making sense. He thinks he came at least twice more in the eternity between Kimi pressing inside him and whenever now is, every orgasm leaving him more wrung out than the previous one.

His arms had fallen back on the bed at some point, clutching weakly at the blanket under him, letting Kimi use him as he pleases. Seb barely registers the older blonde’s words, a string of praises in softly whispered finnish washing over him, covering him in their safe warm hold. He whines brokenly when Kimi stills inside him, closing his eyes and surrendering to exhaustion.

° ° °

When Seb wakes up again, he feels… clean, like someone took the time to wash him and tuck him in bed. His body's less achy, comfortably warm, and he's wearing one of his boyfriend’s big shirts.

Next to him, Kimi is asleep, holding him tightly in his arms, expression content and peaceful. Seb smiles at the sight, craning his neck to kiss his boyfriend’s soft lips before curling back in his hold. He hums, closing his eyes, and relaxes, letting himself be held and taken care of.

Yeah, he's definitely marrying this man.