#adult tag

[teaboot]

No word of a lie my favourite dude thing ever is when older men laugh smugly and imply that the weird kinky things they do are way beyond my understanding, cause like

I work at a sex shop. I've worked s&m clubs. I once got my thumb trapped in an animatronic gyrating asshole

You're not the wild and crazy sex freak you think you are, Gary

[roadkill-creatures]

[roadkill-art]

Again, you can find my NSFW art over on Pillowfort

18+ ONLY!!1!

if you're a minor and able to see this post I will personally smite you from my blog

[the-force-awakens]

now that the evening is slowing

Summary: Sometimes, you're the one to get Poe out of his head.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Word Count: 500+.

Warnings: porn without plot, pegging, kind of genderfuckery I guess (poe refers to the strap on as reader's cock), established relationship, tiny mentions of overstimulation, subby!Poe needs his own warning probably?

A/N: I don't know if I'm back in the game of writing reader fic but this did happen and I'm kind of determined to jump back in with both feet so we'll see!

Poe's thighs shake where they're spread out where he's straddling your hips, head lolled back with pleasure as you fuck up into him, his hole clenching sporadically around your strap.

He'd been meeting your thrusts eagerly, gasping praises that made you flush almost as much as he was, the tips of his ears red. He's beautiful like this, damp curls stuck to his forehead, chest shining with sweat, his hands shaky where he clutches your shoulders, another whine falling from his swollen, rosy lips as you rock your hips up again, hitting that spot that always leaves him needy and begging when you focus on it with your fingers.

It does now, too, but so much better, because the strap is so much thicker than your fingers (it's about the size of Poe's cock, because you'd been insistent on making him fucking him exactly as good as he did you), and Poe cries out, the sound of it making your neglected clit throb worse. You're so fucking wet, so turned on you wonder if you could come just from watching him lose it.

"Baby baby please - oh fuck -" Poe's words are barely a raspy whisper, vocal chords near silent, rendered as useless as his limbs from pleasure. He folds over you, whining, pressing his face into your neck. "Please, oh fuck your cock feels so good, baby please let me - let me -" he gasps around another whine, any semi-coherent sentences replaced by a litany of your name, and you finally grant mercy on him, reaching between your bodies to stroke his cock slowly, timing it to your thrusts, and Poe throws his head back again around another garbled noise that makes you grin.

When you drive your hips harshly up into his, squeezing his cock lightly as you dig your fingers into the cheeks of his ass, Poe comes with a drawn out shout, spurts of cum covering your fingers, splashing across your bellies. 

You watch the way his face transforms, the way the euphoric rush of bliss turns his face soft, his breaths shaky and uneven, lips parted as you work him through it, until he finally chokes, sagging against you, tears of overstimulation glistening like stars in his eyelashes. "toomuch -” he moans despite himself, and then makes a small, pathetic noise at the loss of your hand when you finally remove it from around his sensitive cock. 

"You're alright," you reassure him, smoothing your hand down his scalp, as Poe tucks his face into your neck again, nuzzling close to you. "It's alright, I've got you. You okay?”

Poe nods, his curls tickling your chin. You're not too concerned by his lack of verbal responses - it takes him a long time to come down from this, and he prefers spending that time in the safe cradle of your body, your strap still inside him (for the moment), listening to your soft affirmations. It's one of the few times that he truly indulges himself in your comfort, without feeling guilty for it, which means you treasure this almost as much, if not more, than having him spread out. 

That means that you're surprised when Poe does speak, his arms snaking around your middle as he presses a kiss over your heart. "I love you," he murmurs. 

You scrape your fingernails lightly against his scalp. "I love you too."

thanks for reading 💜 comments are appreciated, happy october!

[crabussy]

to add on to the tampon point: if you can never seem to get it to be comfortable or without pain, there could be a reason for that. try and speak to a doctor/gynaecologist about it, because even if there's nothing wrong, they can probably give you tips on how to make it comfortable.

In case no one told you growing up

Bras last longer if you let them air dry. Don’t put them in the dryer.

If you have a problem with frizzy hair, don’t dry your hair with a towel. It makes the frizzies worse. (I recently read an article that said to use a t-shirt? I brush mine out and let it air dry.)

Whites wash best in hot water. Everything else can be in cold - save on your electricity bill.

You can kill 99.9% of germs in a sponge by putting it in the dishwasher for a cycle or by microwaving it for 2 min (be sure to make the sponge damp before microwaving and to put a cup half full of water in with it and please DO NOT squeeze the sponge until it has cooled off)

Airing out your room/house and letting sunlight in every so often can decrease the number of household pests like silverfish and ants.

Black underwear is best during your period as stains are less likely to be visible.

To save money, put aside 10% of each paycheck into a savings account. It’ll add up.

Unless your hair has something on/in it (like grease or mud or something), using conditioner first can actually be the better choice. The conditioner holds in the good oils that help you hair look sleek and beautiful, which shampoo would otherwise wash away.

Speaking of shampoo - if you have long hair, washing just the bits that touch your scalp is generally enough. The rest of your hair gets cleaned with just the run off from your scalp.

If you put a tampon in and it’s uncomfortable/you can feel it, you didn’t do it quite right. A properly placed tampon is virtually unnoticeable by the wearer.

Apply deodorant/antiperspirant a couple hours in advance of when you need it. This gives the product the chance to block your sweat glands. Using deodorant just before going somewhere where you’ll sweat (this means walking outside for people in high humidity places) results in your sweat washing the deodorant off and starkly limiting its usefulness.

After running the dryer, use the dryer sheet from that load to brush out the lint catch - it gets everything off in a fraction of the time it’ll take you to get it clean with your bare hands. Paper towels also work well.

Wash your face everyday, or as often as possible. Forget which brand of cleanser is best. Just washing your face everyday will guarantee you clearer skin. And do you best not to pop pimples, as tempting as the urge may be.

Fold laundry asap after taking it from the dryer to avoid wrinkles. This may seem obvious for dress shirts and silly for things like t-shirts, but you’ll notice the difference even then once your shirts stop looking like unfolded paper balls.

[mybreadsmybutters]

when i was a kid i wanted to be a famous youtuber like dan and phil so that people would gay ship me with my irl best friend and we would be sooo weirded out by it and laugh and make videos joking about it but secretly it would make her realize her repressed gay crush on me and i'd help her through her gay crisis and then we would have a sickeningly sweet sappy romance and read fanfiction about ourselves together... anyways just found out she's married to a guy in the mafia now so i probably don't have a chance

[quixoticanarchy]

I didn’t miss that social cue I just thought it was stupid 

[bibliocharlie]

the most helpful thing i have ever seen from neurodivergent internet spaces is “THERE ARE OTHER TIMES OF DAY TO BRUSH YOUR TEETH”. this has genuinely saved me from executive dysfunction spirals so many times.

[teaboot]

Please explain your reasoning behind rabbits are orcs

Rabbits are orcs to mice because

Big

Large pointy ears

STRONGK

Displays of aggressive power (foot thumping)

Complex social language centered around vulnerability and prosperity

Comfortable with subterranean environments

BATTLE READY

TEEFS

CLAWS

May or may not engage in. Occasional cannibalism. SOMETIMES.

LEGENDARY BONE GAME

Will absolutely kick, bite, and shred the everloving shit out of a far bigger and stronger opponent if need be

Horrific screaming

Turbohorny

[roadkill-creatures]

A most prized possession

[barblaz-arts]

Hell's most vanilla couple

[teaboot]

@prokopetz you made this happen

Blackout poetry exists on a dual axis from "banal" to "insightful" on the input side and "kind of deep" to "incredibly fucking dumb" on the output side, and while taking something banal and producing something kind of deep is well and fine, for my money taking something insightful and rendering it incredibly fucking dumb is where the real art is.

[phanfuckingtasmal]

im sorry but i cannot stop thinking about isha's pastel memories that play during her sacrifice scene.

look at how full of colour this beautiful fuckin shot is:

it's been well established in episodes 4-6 how grim and dark the undercity has become under cait and ambessa's new rule. but look at how isha sees/remembers it - because of jinx.

jinx, who went through a severe childhood trauma that has carried over into her present self - she covers extremely destructive weapons and grenades in bright pinks and blues, neons, childlike doodles, graffiti. (joy and destruction, powder and jinx, a contrast so striking it becomes like a signature for her).

and then we see the world through isha's eyes. when we meet her in episode 2, she's running through sewers, from goons dressed in black; it's grimy and grim. and then all of her recent memories are done in these childlike pastel, almost crayon-y sketches. because what isha saw was jinx covering a dark and grim world in colours.

and so isha covered her world in colour, too.

because jinx made her world bright.

isha looked at jinx and saw the child in her. she saw powder and she saw jinx. she saw joy and destruction. and that's why jinx gave isha so much hope. isha knew the world was grim and dark - but then she watched jinx, and she learned that you can paint over all that grim darkness with neon blue spray paint.

that's why isha believed in hope. that's why in her final moments - in a scene that is lit dimly and dramatically - she sees nothing but a bright world coloured in pastels.

never underestimate the hope of a child.

[skelerine]

marcille

[airagorncharda]

For any followers of mine still living with parents, guardians, family, or even just with roommates and who've never lived alone and/or fully on your own terms (whether ye be 16 or 60), I have TWO pieces of wisdom for you for when you eventually do:

You WILL discover that you were wrong about some shit you felt pretty strongly about before. Maybe you never realized how often your mom ACTUALLY cleans the bathroom and it turns out she asked for help really rarely. Maybe, much as it grates to admit, putting $50 into a different savings account every paycheck really IS the ONLY way to save any fucking money. Maybe that big rolling trashcan you resented your roommate putting in the kitchen, and got in that big fight about, really WAS super convenient and now you have to buy one for yourself after they move out and take it with them. Maybe blanching vegetables so they retain their color when cooked actually DOES enhance a meal, pretty food slaps actually, and the reason you didn't think it was worth the effort is because you were depressed.

You WILL also discover new shit that works SO much better for you than everything you'd been taught. Maybe you'll discover that dropping trash off at a recycling center at your convenience works way better for your brain than getting it picked up on a set day. Maybe you'll realize you don't actually hate tofu, you just hate how your family cooks tofu. Maybe you'll love being able to walk around the house naked whenever you want. Maybe you'll find you thrive in a space with giant framed nude photography, or taxidermy animals, or fandom themed Everything. Maybe you'll realize that keeping the thermostat set like 5 degrees colder (or hotter) than is typical makes you sleep better than you ever have before in your whole life.

The point of this wisdom is: Stay humble, but also, stay excited. There's no point pretending you weren't wrong about shit you were wrong about, just eat the crow and move on. But also, there's so much to look forward to about your own space-- even more than you could ever imagine when you don't have it yet.

[teaboot]

I imagine guests will have to enter through the back door?

having a sodomy themed birthday party