#condescension

[xochimillilili]

Kinktober day 30: Dumbification

Fuck sweetie, you're just a little baby puppy aren't you? Awww, I knowww, I know, my belt on your soft ass just hurts so much you can't help but whimper pup. You're just such a good boyy, that's it keep taking my fingers down your throat sweetie. You should know by now that I won't stop until that pretty little head of yours is all empty~

Shit I just wanna fuck and hurt you in the sweetest way love, I wanna toy and play with your pretty body until I can slap your cute face and just get moans and the sweetest little fucked out smile from you in response, you're just such a good boy~ Keep moaning for me little one, you'll get more than spanks and my fingers in your mouth soon enough, just a dumb little precious pup for me ♡

[hic-daily]

Todays Her Imperious Condescension is:

Me.

Specifically, my cosplay of her from 2022 (it’s an actual wet suit!) and my fiancé as mindfang! Doing a rupaul audio!

don’t talk about the fact I wasn’t fully grey I’m a sweaty woman ok

[halfwashedgooch]

best friend who challenges you to see who has a higher tolerance but you don’t think you remember them taking more than 1 hit

“there’s no way you have any chance of beating me, i can out smoke you any day pretty. what are you talking about? this is like my 4th hit, i swear.”

best friend who watches you take hit after hit, not even trying to stop you. just smiling, watching you become more and more dazed

“i think you actually did it pretty! you should take a celebratory b0ng hit. what do you mean your head feels funny? you just jumped up too quickly when i said you won. yes, i do think you’re being silly, you’re fine.”

best friend who uses your impaired sense of judgment to their advantage.

“come sit up here near me, you can relax ya know. i won’t bite unless you let me. it’s a joke — i’m joking pretty, i promise. you should unzip your hoodie, it’s so hot in here. i really don’t think you need it. fine, if you don’t want to take it off you can just leave it unzipped.”

best friend who speaks sweetly, whispering lewd thoughts and promises in your ear, watching as your brain leaks out your ear and you slowly become increasingly pliant in their hands.

“have i ever told you how pretty your eyes are? especially when they’re all low and glassy like that. i think you would look so pretty on your knees looking up at me, don’t you think so too? do you tremble like this when you cum? do you get all teary eyed when you do it? you don’t know? well maybe you’ll let me see for myself, how’s that sound pretty? what, of course i’m joking.”

best friend who notices you soaking a wet patch through the front of your sweats, instructing you to take them off

“why have you got your thighs pressed together so tightly? what are you hiding? let me see. aww, that’s so cute. are you turned on or something? from what. are you some type of slut? i didn’t even say anything to you for real. you always make innocent things so filthy. i didn’t say anything like that. i’m being mean?you’re calling me mean? after you just made up these lies about me. i don’t have to be nice to you, i could leave and go back to my place instead of taking care of you. shh it’s ok, it’s ok, you don’t have to cry pretty. now here, you’re gonna get sick if you leave them on. you might as well take them off, you’re gonna mess up my couch. i’m only looking out for you, they’re gonna be uncomfortable when they get cold.”

best friend who sits you down on their lap with your back to their chest in just your boxers and hoodie. feeling them rub circles in your thighs and pinch your nipples.

“i know you’re probably freezing without any pants on, come sit up here. i’m not asking you, i’m telling you. i’ll keep us both warm. what, no, i’m only rubbing to keep you warm. no, there’s no other way, i have to keep pinching them because you’re dozing off during the movie. how could you fall asleep in the middle of it? you’re the one that picked it, i wouldn’t really be happy if you did.”

best friend who sighs in faux annoyance noticing you soaked the front of your boxers, instructing you to take those off too with a huff

“ really? you did it again? seriously, what’s wrong with you. all weird over some friendly touching. i did not touch you like that, what do mean i did this on purpose. are you crazy? why would i ever do something like this on purpose? why would i intentionally risk messing up my couch or my pants? you might as well take those off too. it’s the same thing as your pants. you’re not gonna like them when they get cold. i wouldn’t want you being uncomfortable for no reason.”

best friend who sneaks their hand in between your thighs, pressing their fingers against your clit

“i’m not doing anything, you’re making it all up. you literally just put my hand down there. i’m only doing what you wanted me to do. you didn’t need to say you wanted me to do this. you put my hand here. you’re my best friend, how could i ever say no to you?”

best friend who laughs at you as you squirm and cry out from the heightened sense of pleasure

“is this movie seriously what turns you on? are you sure it’s not the movie? i don’t knowww, i’m not even doing anything to you really. listen to how wet you are. sit still, you can’t hear it properly if you’re moving around so much. shhh this is the good part, you’re gonna miss it if you keep making all those noises. i can’t even hear it over all the sounds you’re making.”

best friend who keeps going long after you’ve made a mess of their lower half and you’ve tried to pull their hand away

“you can’t be possibly be finished yet, we just started. give me one more, you can do one more. stop whining about it, i know your body better than you know your body. i thought you were tough, you beat me and now i’m trying to give you your reward and you’re complaining. move your hands, don’t touch mine again. i can’t believe you. when did my best friend turn into such an ungrateful brat. you’re really hurting my feelings, i think you should apologize to me. yeah, you should and we’re gonna keep going pretty, until i think i can forgive you for being so rude to me.”

best friend who lets you clean their fingers off and relax into them as you doze off

“thereee we go, open up, stick your tongue out. taste good doesn’t it? what do we say when we get rewards? good girl, you’re welcome! yes, of course you did an amazing job. see i knew you were going to enjoy the challenge. shhh, it’s ok, i know you’re sleepy pretty, just lie back. is this blanket warm enough? do you want me to turn the tv down? it’s ok, just close your eyes. i’ll be here when you wake up.”

[the-purple-auxiliatrix]

POV: you’re a lowblood and see this in the woods and know it’s over (you’re about to be turned into shredded chicken quesadilla)

still a WIP

[yanderemisery]

Izuku Midoriya x reader

Part 1, Part 2.

TW: yandere, non-con, captive darling, infantilisation, creepy deku, dub-con, god complex, protector mentality.

In a secluded, grand manor nestled deep within an impenetrable forest, Izuku Midoriya, a man whose formidable physique and myriad scars bore testament to countless battles, harbored an obsession both peculiar and disquieting.

His expansive domain, with its labyrinthine hallways and ivy-entwined turrets, served as both sanctuary and prison for Darling, the young woman whose very essence captivated him.

Darling, with her luminous innocence and delicate demeanor, seemed a stark contrast to the hardened and battle-scarred figure of Izuku. Her naivety, almost celestial in its purity, stirred in Izuku a consuming need to protect her, albeit through methods that revealed a disturbing blend of affection and control.

To him, Darling was the epitome of fragility—an exquisite treasure he believed could only thrive under his stringent guardianship.

Izuku's obsession with Darling transcended mere affection. It was a profound fixation that saw him elevating his role from protector to custodian of her very existence. His affection for her was palpable, yet it was tainted by an overpowering need to seclude her from the outside world, a world he deemed too dangerous for her delicate sensibilities. He was convinced that Darling's innocence, so vividly contrasting with his own experience, needed to be shielded at all costs.

Despite his assurances of never causing her harm, his actions spoke volumes of a more sinister undertone. Every aspect of Darling's life was meticulously regulated by Izuku, from the foods she consumed to the limited interactions she was permitted. He rationalized these measures as necessary to prevent any potential self-harm, believing that only through his omnipresent vigilance could her purity be preserved.

Darling, for her part, exhibited a blend of fear and resignation. Her attempts to navigate the constraints of her existence were met with a paradoxical blend of nurturing care and domineering authority from Izuku. She would often scurry away from him, a reaction that seemed to only intensify his fixation. In his eyes, her every movement, every glance, was a manifestation of her innate vulnerability-a vulnerability he felt compelled to dominate and shelter.

Izuku's behavior was a complex interplay of genuine concern and possessive control. His past was a tapestry of battles and scars, each mark a testament to his strength and experiences. Yet, in Darling, he sought to cultivate a different narrative—one where his strength was not used to confront external foes but to safeguard an individual he saw as intrinsically inferior to himself.

The manor, with its grandiose architecture and opulent furnishings, became a stage for a relationship that defied conventional understanding. Izuku's love for Darling, though fervent, was paradoxically stifling.

It was a love that demanded complete subservience and isolation, a love that, while professing to shield her, ultimately imprisoned her within the very walls of her supposed sanctuary.

In this isolated realm, the boundary between protector and captor became increasingly blurred. Izuku's desire to maintain Darling's innocence manifested not as a nurturing embrace but as a confining presence that left her trapped between fear and the stark reality of her constrained existence. And thus, within the shadowed halls of the manor, the intricate dance between obsession and affection played out, leaving Darling as both the cherished and captive darling of a man whose understanding of love was as complex as it was contradictory.

[dougielombax]

Curiously, there seems to be a LOT of overlap between TERF bigotry and ableism.

Not just physical ableism but also ableism towards those who are neurodivergent.

Viewing us as lesser, stupid, akin to children. And other such ghastly things.

I’ve noticed this a lot lately.

[honeybounty]

sorry if this makes no sense (if anyone is even reading this), i was edging myself while writing it 🤫 based on events that happened minutes ago

edging myself for hours already and go to the shower to keep edging but so i could drool all over my tits and down to my already drippy cunt and it felt so good to rub my clit to the edge nonstop until im dripping slut juices all down my leg. all of this is over the fact i’m shoving fingers down my own throat so i drool and choke until my whole body is covered in my own spit and at one point my bf came in the room just to tease my little clit and tell me he wants to fuck when im done with my “shower” which sets me off and im desperately edging my needy cunt in the shower bc of it.

the whole time im just thinking of how much of a needy slut i am and how everyone, even my bf, is aware and actively takes advantage of it. i finish up and go to our bedroom and while he’s finishing some things up i take hit after hit after hit of my pen until im shaky and even more desperate. i try not to touch myself so he can edge me instead and it’s so hard bc im so fucked up and such a desperate little whore.

he joins me in bed and goes down on me until im dripping all over his face and the sheets and he’s slapping my thighs and calling me a good girl 😵‍💫 i get close a couple of times but then he makes me beg him to fuck me, so i do, bucking my wet pussy up and down his thigh like a bitch in heat while he strikes himself off to the sight of his personal little fuck doll humping him.

he fucked me deep, telling me how he can feel me dripping down his balls and how fucking desperate i am for cock while i moan and cry into the pillow, in absolute bliss and fulfilling my purpose of being a wet little edgeslut for him. he makes me fuck him back and calls me a slut and a good girl until i started begging him to choke me.

he decided to take pity on me and wrapped a hand around my throat, immediately cutting off the oxygen to my brain and making me even dumber. he’s putting the perfect amount of pressure and i start bucking my hips and gasping for air until he gets impatient with my clumsy light-headed attempts at fucking him and started pounding at me, shaking my neck a little with his hand, pushing thee back of my head further into the pillows which only made me tighten up around him more.

he called me his fucking cockwhore, a needy little slut who loves cock so much she’s dripping everywhere over it. he kept telling me to be quiet and when i couldn’t he choked me even tighter and said “what the fuck did i say? be fucking quiet” and slammed into me again, face shoved into the pillow next to me. i begged him to please keep his cock in my cunt and cum deep inside me please please please and like the good boyfriend he is, he bred his hungry little cockslut 🥰 im so so sooo lucky!!

once he came he stood up while putting on his underwear and said “we need to get you a ball gag.. you’re too fucking loud” and my pussy clenched so tight i could feel his cum so deep inside me beginning to leak out of my still edging cunt. he moved on to other things so i went to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, one leg propped up on the counter so i could see my cunt all swollen and dripping cum. i held my hand under it so the cum could drip into it and i could fuck it back into myself. for a while i just rubbed my clit and edged myself again (im on day 5 or 6. hard to keep up when my brain is always leaking out my drooling cunt yunno??) i kept fingering allll that cum right back into my clenching hole, over and over so i stay nice and full of love :)❤️

[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

Catholics when someone suggests people are "individuals"

[hic-daily]

Colored that sketch I posted a few days ago!

[seeingstarzz]

ig derse is good for one thing, if we didnt have derse who would be killing our heros?

[inheritedgnostic]

☞ cannNNOT believe that hic has a gruumblr buut cannt come to alternnia sometimes wtf is she doinng up there ☜

[the-purple-auxiliatrix]

when your son is just a weird little dude

Humanstuck SubGlub family <3

domestic AU save me domestic AU save me domestic AU sav

[yanderemisery]

Izuku Midoriya x reader

TW: yandere, non-con, captive reader, god-complex, Izuku being an asshole, clumsy reader.

Naivety, indeed, can be a profound form of bliss, wouldn't you agree? It serves not only her, but him as well. Observing her, in all her bumbling splendor, repeatedly stumble and falter, never internalizing her lessons, epitomizes a certain madness, does it not? The very essence of insanity lies in the repetition of the same actions while anticipating different outcomes.

Yet, regardless of her myriad attempts to flee-whether she runs, screams, weeps, or vociferates her hatred until her voice is hoarse-she invariably returns to her starting point, to where she is meant to be: ensnared in his embrace, under his control, beneath him. Remarkably, he expends no effort to secure this outcome. All he need do is recline and observe as she spectacularly fails, time and again, and then, with a bemused air, retrieve her from the floor, soothing her with gentle reprimands to prevent further self-inflicted harm.

One might ponder how such trivial, flighty, and maladroit creatures persist, evading the culling force of evolution. Perhaps their survival is due to their role as a source of amusement for more advanced beings.

After all, entertainment serves a crucial function, offering brief respites from life's graver troubles, allowing one to indulge in the whimsical folly of a cherished pet.

He performs his own heroics occasionally, and thus, the world permits him this indulgence: a personal, capricious plaything. He deserves this small pleasure.

Moreover, she is inherently reliant on him.

Were it not for his intervention to salvage her from her own blunders, evolution would have swiftly enacted its course and extinguished her existence. Yet, he harbors no expectation that her simple, befuddled mind could grasp this reality; such contemplation would only exacerbate her confusion.

It is better for her to concentrate on simpler matters, such as how to amuse him before he demonstrates just how insignificant she truly is. He frequently engages with her, causing her to cycle through various states of despair due to her inherent forgetfulness and gentle disposition.

He bestows upon her small tokens, baubles like hair bows or necklaces-gifts for her so-called good behavior. These trinkets, easily removed, are accompanied by feigned disappointment and scolding, as if she were a child incapable of maintaining her belongings. He punishes her lightly, then kisses her perturbed, naïve face as she stammers her apologies, utterly oblivious to her perfect alignment with his desires, perfectly suited to his whims.

[dougielombax]

“ThOugHts aNd PRayErS!”

No.

No!

Get absolutely FUCKED with that insincere, condescending, paternalistic Church of England BULLSHIT!!!!!

Get in the BIN!!!!

If anyone else uses that expression unironically in response to any sort of incident, I will not hesitate to punt them into the SUN!!!!!

Thoughts and prayers, my entire ARSE!!!!!!!!

[ourladyofblasphemy]

hurting my lovely pup while I cuddle it. holding it close to me and petting its back and its hair and kissing the top of its silly little head just to give it a false sense of security. just to get it all calm and soft and sleepy before I start scratching at its skin, pulling at its hair, biting at its neck, ripping all the pretty little sounds out of its throat. petting it and shushing it and cooing at it ever so softly when it tries to pull away. telling it that it's ok puppy, I've got you, there's nothing to be afraid of my sweet darling. you just stay still and let me take care of you, yes? as I'm actively hurting it.

[whumpy-bi]

Whumpee slowly realizing the severity of Whumper’s actions, finally making the connections between the “coincidences” that have all led back to Whumper.

Whumper smirks at the sheer horror on Whumpee’s face, patting their cheek.

“And…there we go. The pieces clicking together, there it is.”