#want them to rail me until I'm incoherent

[mysticfemme]

I wanna kneel in front of a butch and take their boots off, gently unlacing them whilst they praise me. When I'm done, I'll rest my head in their lap, my face inches away from their bulge as I look up at them with doe eyes. Want them to smirk at me, running their hands through my hair before unlacing their belt and pulling their cock out. I'd be so eager to make a mess, impatiently waiting for them to give me permission, trying to kiss and lick at them, anything to have them in my mouth.

men dni

[minoment]

I heard you want sub!Miguel thoughts, I intend to provide you, and all our sub!Miggy truthers, content ^3^

Never have I wanted to make a full grown man cry so much.

Like baby, around me, you don't have to be a leader. Tell me what you need Miggy cause I'll give it to you AND MORE.

Want me to hold you like you're gonna break? Say less. Want me to kiss you and tell you how much you mean to me. Don't even have to ask. You want me to rail you into our bed? Done. Do you want me to do it all in alphabetical or chronological order?

What I would give this man if he gave me a chance. Whimper, drool, whine, be bratty all he wants cause no possible way in my delusional mind could he do a damn thing that'll make me want him any less.

My brain may rot, but I am free nonetheless

-✌️💀

ALPHABETICAL AND CHRONOLOGICAL HAS ME ROLLING

Ngl I would do it upside down, back to front, and inside out spidey-style too.. HES JUST SO..

I'm gonna rewatch the movie soon and hope to anything I don't get a virus on my computer 💀

THIS BITCH-

I just want to bend him over a pillow and fuck him so deep his eyes cross as he bites down on his lower lip. Then just kiss away the blood that trickles from the wounds when his fangs pierce his own skin. I don't know how his venom works quite yet but imagine if he accidentally immobilizes himself and you stop out of worry. But he just lets out incoherent whines and mumbles until you thrust back inside him and use him. UGH ID MELT-

Or straddling his back and working out the kinks and knots from his shoulder muscles and eventually moving around to grip his pecs. Originally it was just as a little tease, a little joke. But he lets out the most WHORE-ISH moan.. I just want to squeeze them until my hand marks are there permanently.

I'LL LET YOU KNOW WHEN IVE WATCHED THE MOVIE..

[dreorig]

Taiju Shiba — headcanons ;

[ nsfw | sub bottom taiju x top dom male reader | reader is said to be as strong as taiju | ive had this idea for a while now heheh i need to rail him so bad it's not even funny anymore ]

Taiju is a total brat.

In front of the others he acts like he doesn't give a shit about you or like he wants you dead (depends on his mood) but he's actually very jealous and possessive.

Humiliation kink. Call him the dirtiest names you can think of and he'll sob while dripping wet.

Taiju loves punishments, seriously. He'll do the exact opposite of what you told him to just so you'll spank him.

He talks back to you because he actually values his pride but a few minutes later he'll be whimpering and behaving nicely to get what he wants. 

Taiju blushes more during aftercare than when you're degrading him and that's because he's not used to being taken care of. He secretly longs for it every time you have sex.

It might sound weird, but submitting helps him to slowly change into a better person — who would ever think he would apologise for misbehaving?

Is he stressed? Dumbify him until he's nothing but an incoherent moaning mess.

If you put a collar on his neck and tug on the leash, he'll be on his knees to suck you within seconds.

At first he thought you were dumb for reassuring him and apologising for degrading him, but he began to appreciate it as he slowly realised that's how you showed you considered him more than a sex toy.

"Imagine what people would think if they saw you like this. How would they react to the fact that you're nothing but a dirty whore? Um? To think you act so high and mighty yet you cry because the way I fuck you is just too good. Tsk. Don't you feel ashamed?"

Taiju held back a moan. "Fuck you."

You grabbed his face and made him look at you. "Who do you think you're talking to?"

"Who do you think you're talking to?" he snarled back, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

For fuck's sake, you really loved him.

You slapped his face, leaving a big handprint on his pretty face, and immediately he let go of your hair. "Don’t you fucking dare to talk back to me, slut. The only things you should do with this mouth of yours are moaning and sucking my dick, because that's all you're good for."

You pounded him harder, making every word he could think of die on the tip of his tongue. Taiju, like the little shit he was, tried to keep any sounds from leaving his lips but he just couldn't do it anymore when you leaned down to suck and grab on his chest with your free hand, still hitting his prostate like your life depended on it. Taiju closed his eyes and threw his head back on the pillow, exposing his neck full of love bites, then proceeded to let out higher moans, which at this point you already knew meant his orgasm was getting closer and closer.

“Woah,” you chuckled. “To shut you up all it takes is a slap? I bet everyone’s gonna love it when I tell them.”

Of course you'd never tell anyone but was it even sex if you didn't tease him?

 “I’m— fuck — I'm gonna kill you, asshole.”

You immediately stopped everything and just looked down at him with a bored expression. Took Taiju only a few seconds to open his eyes and protest, “Why did you stop?”

"Why the hell would I keep pleasuring a cheap whore who can't even respect his Master?"

Taiju was totally outraged, "But I was almost there!”

“Too bad, I guess.”

“C’mon, stop bitching and finish the job.”

“Keep talking like that and I'll just leave you like this. I’ll be fine if I just jerk off to some pics I took of you, although I can't say the same about you. So what do you say now?"

“Asshole.”

You loved Taiju, truly. He was such a brat, there was no way you couldn't love him. To see all his stubbornness slowly reduced to nothing but pure obedience because he just wanted you to rail him was a holy, privileged experience.

“That's not what I want to hear.”

Taiju tried to push down his hips in an attempt to feel at least something, but you were quick to hold his hips in place. Although he was the Taiju Shiba, one of the strongest men you've ever met, you matched his strength and he was too needy to try anything. Taiju was completely helpless under your grip.

You clicked your tongue. “I don't have all night, Taiju. Better decide what you want before I just leave you on your own.”

Took nearly an extra minute before Taiju’s deadly glare turned into the soft expression you always longed for. Reluctantly, he wet his lips before speaking, "Please, forgive me, Master."

A smirk quickly appeared on your face as you cupped his face and pecked his lips. “Such a good slut for me.”

[flammingnachos]

𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅(Zoro x fem!reader)

𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴; Zoro can’t seem to get his fixation off a certain crew member that recently joined the pirates so what else can he do rather than confront her about the damage she’s doing to his heart.

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨; clueless!reader

During my days of being apart of the straw hat pirates it was pretty hectic and exhausting but entirely fun

Their Captain Monkey D. Luffy had recruited me off another one of the islands that they had rescued initially, I wasn't planning on becoming a pirate but after Luffy had begged and pleaded so had some of the crew members pleaded for me to join since they needed a strategist and after seeing me give them a brilliant idea to take down the larger group of pirates that were trying to take over the island.

The captain himself had pleaded and pleaded and begged up I at least until I took up on that offer, I couldn’t say no to those big wide eyes of his they were just too irresistible

So here I am now, leaning over the railing of the ‘going merry’ as they called it and watched as the sun set and the salty sea air blow in my face pushing back my hair a bit out of my face

“My beautiful Vicky, would you care for one of my homemade drinks for someone as beautiful as you”Sanji I think that’s his name, fluttered out practically flying with his toes toward me with his hands extending with the drink he made

Aw how sweet

“Thanks, Sanji” I complimented flashing him one of my signature smiles, after that he basically fainted on the floor. Evaporating right in front of my face

“Anything for my beautiful Vicky..” he just kept muttering incoherent words to himself, the lit cigarette that was in his mouth dropped to the ground right next to him. His eyes turning into hearts

“Sanji..”I called out unsure of what to do at this moment

No response

He continued mumbling out words while pooling on the floor that was until I heard luffys voice yelling in the distance of the ship

“Sanji, I'm hungry!” he called out making his way over to where we both were at, at this Sanji angrily got up picking up his cigarette in the process and walked away muttering curse words to himself

“You’ll have to wait!” he responded in a much harsher tone

Luffy shrugged this off and continued his way towards me

“Hey Vicky” he greeted with that big ole gummy smile of his stuck on his face

“Hi Luffy” I greeted back taking a tiny sip from the drink Sanji got me, Luffy saw this and intensely eyed my drink with that stupid smile of his still on his face

“Something wrong Captain” I asked out confused

He shaked his head in response

“Nope” he popped out the ‘P’

then silence came back as he continued eyeing the drink in my hands

he wants the drink

I pushed out the drink towards Luffy’s face as he greedily snatched it and poured it down his mouth in one go

“Thank you Vicky!” He jumped up happily right then we heard some more yelling in the distance Once again

“Luffy’s you jackass, where's my juice” Nami ran out of her office with an empty glass container in her hand and speed walked toward us

“Gotta go” he giggled out speed walking the opposite direction

Nami saw this and ran towards him as she chased him down the other side of the ship

Strange Crew indeed

I shrugged this off and turned my attention back to the sunset that was now gone and nightfall had fallen upon the ship now

The breeze continued to blow in my face as I focused more on how my life has been going so far, the adventures I've been having and the new friends I've made

“Have anyone seen zoro” chopper asked roaming around the ship high and low looking for Zoro

Zorro..

This man was the finest thing on the grand line itself, it's a shame he's so ignorant and anti-social I would have tried to make a move on the guy but he was just so closed off I didn't know how he would react if I just go up to him and started a conversation

I've always had my eyes on the swordsman since the beginning from when I joined the ship, he was the only one who wasn't begging and pleading for me to join and just shrugged it off when Luffy informed him of a new crewmate

From the start, til now we haven't had a decent conversation with each other but just glances here and there, I'm too shy to just walk up to him and start talking and he's…I guess too closed off. I would occasionally pass by him here and there Working out and stuff but that's it, even during dinner we wouldn't speak to each other

Nami noticed this and always pestered me about why out of all the crew mates I hadn't spoken to Zoro yet at all, I would simply tell her to have patience and that I was waiting for him to feel comfortable enough to have an conversation with me

“Don’t let that cold facade fool you Vicky, he's nice..”

“When he wants to be” Robin chimed in one time when Nami was on her daily rants again about my relationship with Zoro

Naomi snickered at this in which I just blushed and walked off before she started all over again

𝒁𝑶𝑹𝑶

there she goes again..

Making my adrenaline rush to my ass and my heart beat ten times my normal heart rate, I don't know how to explain the way I feel about Vicky

The first time I laid eyes on her was when that Captain of ours fluffy announced that she had officially agreed to join the crew as the ships strategist

Personally, I didn't think we needed someone to make great plans for us we could have just go in and fight and go right back out and were done but boy seeing her in action really changed my mind, The Way how she just gave orders while still softly speaking it out just gave me weird things inside my stomach

Ever since she joined I've never personally spoken to her before rather than glimpses I would give to her here and there

I haven't mustered the courage to ever personally walk up to her and start a conversation but all I could do was watch that stupid cook flirt with her everyday practically drooling and having another one of his perverted seizures whenever she'd thank him or even just started a conversation with him

‘how does he do it’ I wondered

I wouldn't ever admit but Sanji had a way with the ladies that I was always secretly envious off, even when I wouldn't show it I hated the way he could just effortlessly flirt with her without getting a heartache and stammering halfway in the conversation, he would just simply let it flow through

I hated that

No matter how hard I tried and avoided her, frequently working out more than usual just to get this chick out of my mind but it simply wouldn't work and that's what pissed me off, my life was going so good before her and now that's she's here I can't seem to eat, sleep, breath, move, or even think straight without this chick crossing my mind and making me frozen

This had gone far long enough

Tonight I'm gonna confront her about this spell she's cast upon me to make me so weak in the knees, I would seriously need to tell Luffy that we might have invited a witch on board

𝑽𝑰𝑪𝑲𝒀

I yawned a bit, looking around and seeing that everyone must have gone to bed already while I was the only one up, I looked back at the ocean some more before pushing myself off the railings and heading downstairs

While doing so someone bumped into me when they were turning the corner form the gym room and basically toppled me down on the floor,

“My apologies” I looked up and it was Zoro sweating still carrying those dam three swords that nearly killed me just now

I nodded taking his hands that he had extended to help me to my feet and thanked him, turning my heel to walk back to the room when he halted my movement by holding onto my shoulders

“Can I ask you a question” he paused out

I turned my head slightly to look at him

“Yeah..”

He sucked in a deep breath of air before speaking

“Are you a witch”

This time I fully turned around and look at him in bewilderment

“You serious right now”

“You prance around here innocent and vulnerable but you think I haven't uncovered your secret yet. I have” he said

I just stared at him up and down in shock

An I dreaming now

“Zoro..” I whispered out

“You think I don’t know about your witch act!”

“you’ve put me under one of yours spells and I can’t get out, GET it the hell off me woman” He shouted

I looked over at him flabbergasted

“what spell” I mumbled out

He sighed at this

“you think I don’t know..that you put a love spell on me to force me to be in love with you!” He screamed moving up and down

“I’m not ready to be In love and it feels shitty because of all these damn insects in my stomach that won’t stop moving” He confessed in one breath

I started laughing at this cause ‘what the hell’, he quirked up his eyebrows

“What’s so funny”

“Zoro I think you like me”

The atmosphere froze

“I think your attracted to me to the point where you think I’m a witch because you’ve never felt this way about anyone before..” I explained

“by the way not a witch”

The atmosphere went quiet

“right..”He only mumbled

We didn’t say anything to each other as he scratched the back of his head while I nearly suffocated myself to not laugh my ass off in his face

“how about we go out to the deck and just talk” I breathed out walking past him as he followed behind

“ye.”

[unsustainableeuphoria]

I have never been drunk or gotten high - I have some prescription meds that usually give people a little brain fog, but I get so out of it from those that I always have to take the day off when I use them…so I’ve been reluctant to try any actual intoxicants.

That said…the thought of you switching my gummies with edibles, getting me high, teasing me innocently enough that I don’t question the wet heat in my underwear, convincing me to rub myself off before you pin my hands down and use me as you want? God, I’ve had to focus so I don’t subspace just fantasizing.

And,,,bonus points if there’s a camera quietly recording, catching everything - especially when I look like an eager slut. You wouldn’t want me to forget, would you? Maybe you can bring me to movie night with your friends later~

- 🪴, if it’s not taken! (they/he irl, misgendering in scenes is cool should that be something you’re into!)

(I seem to have a handful of followers with misgender kink, it's not something I personally see the appeal in but I'm not turned away by it and am cool with playing along when it turns on others)

That was so many good things you just said that I don't know where to focus but I'm gonna tell you right now that I am a fucking wreck over the idea of taking you to a "movie night" with a group of friends and then the movie is just videos of you getting railed. And since you were too fucked up to remember it happening, the movie is just as new to you as it is to all the guys! ^_^

You get to experience seeing all the stupid, slutty faces you make when you're too high to hold them back, you get to hear your own voice beg me to take it easy on you because you just came after rubbing yourself and you're too sensitive and easy to overstimulate, and you'll even get to see yourself get fucked when I decide not to listen to your begging and fuck you anyways, not letting go of those skinny little wrists of yours until I know you're too fucked up from orgasms and overstimulation and the gummies finally kicking in all at once to even begin to think about pushing me off

And the whole time you're watching that, watching yourself turn into a blubbering incoherent fuck toy? We'll be watching you, like when you show your friend your favorite movie and you check their reaction to see of they like it. Maybe some of us will even jerk off to it, barely visible by the light of the TV screen, getting nice and hard to the image of you getting railed while we pass around movie snacks, making sure you get the bowl with the special candies in it ;p

[lovetransaction]

it’s wincest Wednesday pls tell me ur Deanpreg headcanons

I'm going IMMEDIATELY under a readmore lol

Dean gets hugely, massively pregnant. He still wants to do all his Omega duties and some of them are easy: John likes to fuck him every morning but he likes when Dean's still mostly asleep, so it's nothing to screw him from behind in bed especially since Dean's pussy is always wet and swollen when he's this far in. Sam spends ages eating him out and that doesn't take much effort either.

When Dean insists on getting on his knees in the front hallway when John comes in late from work tired and needing relief, he's pleased with his usual excellent head-giving skills to take care of his Alpha father-mate and if he leaks so much slick that it soaks the carpet, well, Sam will take care of that. But then when Dean tries to get up after, it's harder than he expects, and he tries a couple of times before giving up and John's looking down at him with a slight puzzled frown and Dean's like, Dad, you have to help me stand because I, uh, can't and John laughs at first, instinctively, but then the realization that his virility is such that he's bred his Omega son so full that he can't even get up off the fucking floor kicks in and he scoops Dean up, puts him on the sofa on his knees again, and Dean clings to the back of it while his Dad rails and knots him so intensely that they end up sprawled on the floor passed out

Sam is acutely aware that John's the head Alpha in their household and Sam sometimes brings home Omegas to screw but he always does it in such a way that Dean's at home for it, with his pregnancy scent filling up the whole house and Sam's interchangeable Omegas are like could you concentrate on me for this? and Sam's like don't talk unless you're begging. Most of the time Dean doesn't even know Sam's fucking in the house (Sam is quiet; he grits his teeth and keeps all his growls and groans in his throat) until Sam cums and then Dean scents his brother's release and inevitably comes to find him. Stroking his belly and smirking at Sam's Omega who's under him understandably like what the shit and then Sam kicks them out and tosses Dean down in the wet spot and fingers his pregnant brother, sucking on Dean's clit and squeezing his Omega cock, until he's hard again and then hammers Dean's ass until he's a drooling mess <3

Dean has litters. He's never had a single pup and he's been pregnant three times and John's torn between (again) congratulating himself for his Alpha virility and wondering what the hell they're having all these children for. Sam fucking loves it and is pretty sure some of them are his. Winchester lore says that the longer you can keep the Omega from actually giving birth, the less prone to being cursed the children are, so whenever Dean goes into labour, Sam is on curse prevention duty meaning when one of the babies crowns, Sam gently but firmly pushes it back in. First with his hand, then with both his hands, then with his body shoved up between Dean's legs until Dean's incoherent with the need to birth his children. Then John sits behind him in the delivery bed and holds Dean tight to keep him conscious as Sam catches each one, licks it clean, checks fingers and toes. The Alphas don't eat the placenta, that would be crazy! They carefully preserve it and slice it into ribbons and make wrist ties for the babies to guard them from the evil eye. Dean gets to eat some of the placenta directly post-birth, though, since he's done so well.

[lifemod17]

The sunset yesterday looked like the clouds closest to the sun were truly on fire, almost like lava. Knew I simply had to share these with you <3

Sunsets like this really do make you just stop and stare in awe. It’s always better when you can experience it with someone else though, and who better than the sunset lover herself? Wish you could be there, ladybird. I’d stand right beside you against the railing of the landing outside, watching in silence as the sun goes down and the clouds and the sky briefly come alive. You could lean your head on my shoulder as long as you wanted to, I wouldn’t mind. If anything, I’d lean my head against the top of yours in response, or softly pet your hair if you’d be comfortable with it.

Happy timezones Tonee! I hope your day treats you well, or that you can find at least a moment of respite if you need one.

Hold please, let me collect my thoughts so I'm not an incoherent blubbering mess.

Aquaaaaa!!! The pictures were amazing as it is but your message with it is so very sweet I had to restrain myself from letting the dam of tears break so early in the morning when I caught a glimpse of this earlier 🥹🥹🥹

Your sky!!! Oh I am big fan of when the setting sun sets the sky ablaze. I love how even when it's almost buried behind the buildings and trees, her presence is still captivating, that even before you part ways with miss sun, she gives you one last gift. Her own way of saying "hey, I'll be gone for a while, I hope you don't forget me. Here's one last thing to remember me by- something to hold on to, until we meet again next time!"

And that first image, looks like it's a painting!! An actual work of art!!! Like WHAT is happening with those clouds up above??!! Idk, all I know is, I am ENTRANCED by them. I will never tire of saying how lucky we are that we never get the same sunset twice, each one carefully crafted for that day only.

And honey, there is nothing I would like more than to bask in the golden hour glory with you as we sit in comfortable silence and just exist in the moment. A moment where there are no problems or worries, just you and I and the setting sun 💛

[exploring8709]

What just happened?

Fuck, what a gong show that was.

So many things running through my head, and it's still only Sunday. So many emotions. So many thoughts. And maybe a bit of a hangover still.

First off, what a gorgeous wedding that was. Jac looked stunning in a strapless Mikado A-Line with a pretty pleated bodice and a cute little bow on the train. So classic. So clean. Very jealous. Joel looked dashing, so foreign to me to see him in a tux, but the look of love on his face . . . I cried. Happy tears, but I cried. It actually felt nice to not be ugly crying for once. So nice.

If I do say so myself, I looked GREAT. My new purchase fit perfectly. Capped off by 4 inch ankle strap Nudistsong sandals, pretty earrings and a cute knot clutch. I looked ready to kill. . . which was probably the only thing that would have gotten me through that gauntlet. That and plenty of signature cocktails and vodka shots that, as predicted, Sadie was feeding me almost with glee.

But I did need it, as it was a gauntlet. Question after question. Where's The Ex? How was the wedding? Is The Ex away on business? When are the children coming? Fuck Me! Fielding question after question got more and more painful as the night wore on. Chloe and Trevor tried to run interference for me, but I still had to face the music. Choices have consequences right? I wanted to run and hide and never deal with this again, but part of me, probably the drunk part, wanted to just barrel through it. Fuck them and their questions. Leaving was the right choice for me, and I'm the better for it, so ask all the questions you want. Let's just get it all out in the air so we can all just get passed it.

Speaking of Chloe and Trevor, it was a little awkward to begin with, but honestly, this was all me anyways. This was a problem of my own creation. They were blissfully unaware. Although, I was quite aware of Chloe's rosy glow Saturday morning. Very jealous.

Honestly, Sadie was just trying to get me through it. Just trying to help in her own Sadie way. And it did help get me through MOST of it. Until it didn't. Until it probably pushed me into a state of mind that I didn't know I wanted or needed to be in. And I'm not entirely mad that it did.

Sadie and her date were, interesting. I'm not sure how to feel about him. She seemed so aloof about him, almost blasé. But also very intimate. A little too close for them just to be friends. They held court like Sarah Michelle Gellar and Ryan Phillippe from Cruel Intentions, whispering to each other constantly and cackling evilly. Mini-Malkovich was a piece of work. Sadie can be hard to swallow sometimes, but she's fiercely loyal and protective of those she loves. She'd loathe to admit it, but she has an empathetic heart, but has just been hurt too many times, so she puts up a wall of ice. MM was pure venom. Everyone must have just been prey to him, including me. We butted heads a couple of times during dinner as his random cruelty to those not as cool as him was just getting to be a bit much. If it weren't for Irish Lad, it might have come to blows between me and MM. Irish Lad chivalrously stepped in a couple times, drawing fire away from me as I railed drunkenly, and probably incoherently, as MM baited me easily with some pretty outrageous trolling. I swallowed the bait hook, line and sinker every time, to my current embarrassment, so Irish Lad was also doing his part to keep my ship upright.

I'll have to thank Jaclyn for the serendipitous seating arrangement, by the way, as I'm sure it was no coincidence this distant cousin of hers, in town for only a week and leaving the next day, was sitting at our table. Beside me. His baby face belied some relationship pain he was carrying, having just broken up with his girlfriend of 5 years. I guess Jac thought we'd have something to talk about. And talk we did. And danced. And traded shots of Irish Whiskey. It was a vibe. We had a moment. The Lonely Hearts Club. Thanks for that Jac. I really needed that. I really did.

The rest of the evening was a blur: dancing, eating, DRINKING, partying like we were in our early 20s. I believe I was dancing on a table at one point with Chloe and Trevor trying to coax me down. But I remember not wanting to hear anything about it. I just wanted to be above it all, avoiding all the stares and judgements from my former classmates. I did eventually find myself in Irish Lad's burly arms as usually table dancing is followed by table falling. Thank god for small miracles.

Towards the tail end of the evening I did catch MM trying to spirit away a drunk bridesmaid into a dark corner. He caught me staring daggers and just gave me a fucking wink and a smirk that just raised my ire even more. I turned to find Sadie, but she was canoodling with a random groomsman on the dance floor herself . . . well, I can't say I blame her.

Overall a fun time. Made me feel like my old self again. Alive, quite honestly. It felt nice to be free. Free to make mistakes. And oh, mistakes were made. But perhaps they weren't mistakes. I'll need to unpack this further to see what category this does fall under. All in all, though, a good time was had by all. Perhaps that's a win in the end?

Events like this weekend give me pause a little about sharing so much on here. What's started as a lark to get me writing again has become a bit of an exercise of walking a fine line between cataloguing my feelings and emotions to better understand where I am, and outright exhibitionism. Obviously the names have been changed to protect the innocent (and not so innocent) and I have found it helpful to vent a little into the void that is Reddit. I was hoping some openness and transparency about my motives and feelings, journaled on the internet for posterity's sake, would help provide some clarity. So far so good. But things are happening in my life that I would be mortified if my family and co-workers knew about, but at the same time I am also quite eager to spill the tea to Reddit under the guise of self-therapy. It's giving me a bit of a thrill actually, which is new for me. I've always been a private person, I don't share on any other socials. But, I've sort of gotten caught up in the writing part of it . . . this journaling has allowed me to stretch my writing muscles that have been so focused lately on writing succinctly and directly for pitch decks. So that's also been good. So far, I like the separation of church and state regarding the type of journaling I'm sharing and in which sub-reddit. It's not like the separation is a Chinese Wall or anything, but it kind of happened organically and it has served to help me organize the type of thoughts I'm having. Let's just see how this goes.

[whorangecassidy]

nobodys online and im delusional lets post some hot takes

[superstition13]

So I have a University assignment due at midnight, which I have absolutely zero motivation to do, but it did inspire this little piece.

Distractions

//AKA Dabi Distracts You From Your Work 💙

Dabi x Female Reader (NSFW)

Genre: smut, porn with very little plot involved, fluff

Includes: biting, unprotected sex, hair pulling, cock warming, teasing, pet names, fingering, crying (pleasure), after care, Dabi’s piercings

You can’t tell me that Dabi isn’t the type of guy who would gladly use sex as a means of distracting you from your work

Especially if he feels as though you’re paying too much attention to it and not him

And if you’re a university student, he would definitely fuck your brains out instead of letting you finish an assignment that he knew you had due

Maybe you make the mistake of letting him sit in your desk chair while you sit on his lap, so at least you can be close to him

He’d start off with his chin resting on his shoulder and his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, but it wouldn’t take long for his hands to begin to wander

One hand would drift down to your inner thigh, and begin tracing feather light patterns along the exposed skin he found there with the tips of his fingers, teasingly close to where you really want him to touch you

Meanwhile, his other hand has slipped under your shirt and is now toying with your nipples

And while all this is going on, you’re still desperately trying your best to concentrate, but it’s becoming increasingly harder for you to focus on typing out an essay when your boyfriend’s hands are doing sinful things to your body

It’s when he starts trailing his lips along your neck, nipping, sucking, and leaving tiny bruises behind that you give in to his touches

Dabi’s hand leaves its place on your thigh and his thumb hooks around the waist band of the skimpy pair of gym shorts you’d decided to wear around the house that day

You raise your hips, just enough for him to slide them down to your knees, where they fall and drop to the floor

He pops open the button on his jeans, and you swear you can feel yourself getting just that little bit wetter at the loud sound his zipper makes in the otherwise quiet apartment

His hands go to your hips, and he lowers you onto his achingly hard cock

A small gasp escapes your lips, you’d been careful not to brush up against his dick while you were working, not wanting to encourage Dabi’s teasing

You’d known he was horny, obviously, but you hadn’t realised how hard he truly was

The two of you moan when he’s fully sheathed inside your heat

You expect him to start bouncing you up and down on his cock, but when he doesn’t you figure he wants you to be the one taking charge

Instead, his hands tighten around you warningly, and he keeps you seated firmly in his lap

“Don’t you have something to do, princess?”

“But I thought-”

“You thought wrong angel.”

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, knowing full well that if you turn your head to look at him, you’ll see one on his face

“Consider this your punishment for ignoring me.”

Part of you can’t believe Dabi is making you finish your assignment instead of fucking you, especially when his cock is buried inside you

Another part of you can totally believe it, knowing all too well what a tease your boyfriend can be

He sits back and begins drawing lazy circles around your throbbing clit

Somehow, you manage to type out a paragraph, and you think that maybe you can do this

Until Dabi decides to flex beneath you, the seemingly innocent movement making his dick twitch inside of you, driving you crazy from the stimulation

You could have tears rolling down your cheeks as you beg him to bend you over your desk and just fuck you already

Instead, he’d have the audacity to coo softly in your ear:

“Come on baby girl, I thought you needed to concentrate?”

But the moment you finish that assignment and submit it to your Professor, he’s pulling out of you and standing up so fast that the chair he’d been sitting on falls over backwards

He quickly manages to get rid of the few articles of clothing the two of you have left between you

Before you know it, Dabi has you bent over the desk, one hand tangled in your hair and the other at your hip in a grip so tight that it's bound to leave bruises. He thrusts into you rapidly, setting a brutal pace. The sounds of skin on skin slapping together, and the obscene noise your cunt makes as he fucks into you fills the air of the studio apartment you share with him.

It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for you to cum around Dabi’s cock, already pent up and overflowing from almost an hour's worth of Dabi teasing you. Your thighs are glistening as you let go, screaming his name so loudly that your neighbours are sure to file another noise complaint against the two of you come the evening. He releases his grip on your hair, trailing his fingers down your body until they rest between your thighs, and begin to draw circles around your clit once more. Gone are the slow, teasing touches from earlier his only focus is on making you scream out his name out for a second time before he cums. Dabi leans forward, his chest pressing flush against yours back, practically laying on top of you as he rails you without mercy. You realise that you can feel the cold metal of his nipple piercings pressing into your back, and the mental image it conjures makes you clench around him. Dabi lets out a soft groan, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Fuck sweetheart, you have no idea how good you feel wrapped around me,” he pants, his voice breathy as it caresses your neck. “So good and tight for me, fuck. Come again angel, one more time, I wanna hear you scream my name.”

“God Dabi, yes! Yes! Yes!” You whine, trailing off into a hiss at one particularly hard thrust. “Right there baby, I’m so close, fuck!”

Without missing a beat, he shifts himself slightly, angling his cock in a way that Dabi knew would have you seeing stars and hurtling over that precipice you were dangling from. You were convinced you could feel the tip of him pounding against your cervix, dragging deliciously against your walls in all his pierced glory as he brushed past that sweet spot hidden inside of you with each and every punishing thrust. This new angle, abusing your g-spot while his fingers danced over clit, your nipples being teased as they were dragged and pushed across the surface of your desk; All of it was proving to be too much for you. That coil deep inside of you winding tighter and tighter, rendering you all but incoherent. Your tipping point however, was when your boyfriend sunk his teeth into the junction of your shoulder and neck. It wasn't quite hard enough to break the skin, but you knew without a doubt that he would leave one hell of a mark. The pain from his teeth sends pleasure arcing through your body like waves of electricity, going straight to your pussy, causing that tightly wound coil to snap as you threw yourself from the edge you had been hanging onto for dear life.

"Fuck Dabi, I'm coming, FUCK!" You sobbed, cheeks feeling suspiciously wet. The way your pussy fluttered around him was exactly what Dabi needed to find his own release, his pace becoming more and more erratic as he continued to thrust into you, working you both through the shared orgasm. Your name left Dabi’s mouth in a loud moan that was practically pornographic. He came inside of you, painting your walls with his seed, your combined release already beginning to seep out of you from the sheer amount of cum he was pumping into your cunt.

Eventually, his thrusts come to a halt. Your face was pressed uncomfortably against your desk, and you were pretty sure there was a pen trapped beneath you, but at that moment you didn't quite have it in yourself to care. Your mind was pleasantly fogged over from the post orgasm haze, and had someone asked for your name in that given moment, it probably would have taken you a few minutes to recall.

The first thing you became aware of, was Dabi pressing a series of gentle kisses to your neck, paying particular attention to the large bite mark he had left in the heat of the moment. It throbbed slightly, but not unpleasantly so, soothed by the delicate pressure of his lips. Slowly, he pulled out, a small noise of displeasure escaping you at the sudden emptiness you felt with the absence of his cock. He pulled you up, and guided you gently over to the bed where the two of you collapsed together. His arms encircled your waist, gathering you up against his chest. Fingers began to play with your hair as your awareness slowly began to return, Dabi's lips now pressed gently to the top of your head.

"That was..." you trailed off, still slightly breathless.

"Yeah." He agreed, tracing patterns along your skin.

"I'm going to need a shower," you winced, feeling his cum already beginning to dry on you. You already dreaded the idea of getting up to leave the bed, knowing that by the time you did, your limbs would be feeling like jelly and there would surely be an ache settled between your thighs.

"Not yet," your boyfriend breathed. "I'll get up and get us a towel in a minute. Just, lie here with me for now, okay?"

"Okay," you murmured against him, not needing too much convincing.

"Maybe I should help you with your work more often, princess," he suggested, but was met with no reply. Dabi craned his neck to look down at you, only to realise that you had managed to fall asleep in his embrace.

Here’s that tag you asked for lovely, hope you enjoyed my first attempt at writing smut.

@simpforsadbois 💜

[messybouquetoflilies]

i'm thinking about the first time i get fucked.. and the power that person will hold over me. A little over 4 years ago, i decided that i really didn't want to be allowed to cum without permission. For a lot of reasons, but the short explanation is that it helps my mental health, and i find it really fucking hot. i love that the decision isn't mine. i love that someday i'll finally trust someone else with it. someone i want to devote myself to, and give them all of me. Someone i can trust to hold all the power over me.

when the day comes that i'm finally finally getting absolutely railed, that person will be able to get me so close. They'll be able to make me beg and plead to end my years of frustration. They can edge me over and over until i'm crying, and promising to do anything and everything to cum. The thing i find the hottest is that even after all of that, they can say no. They can choose to hold my first orgasm over me for as long as they wanted. They could make me act out all the horrible, incoherent things i promised while they were edging me over and over again, and then tell me it's not enough. That i'm just too good denied and an orgasm would just ruin me.

i would pout and probably cry, but after i calmed down i would realize that of course they were right. i trust them with everything. No matter how much i want something, even if i've been depraved of it my whole life, i don't want it if they don't want me to have it. It's theirs to give, and theirs to take away. i really only care about making them happy, and being good for them~

[ratcandy]

Gimme some hat kid headcanons please my Kinnie brain is hungry

ANON I'm going to weep and cry you're giving me an opportunity to think and ramble about something??? I'm going to go. Off the Rails!!! Let's see what I got for ya!!

This is really really long and probably gets largely incoherent at a certain point, sorry dghKSJGH

- She/They because I said so

- Cannot stand still at all, constantly fidgeting in some way! I know the idle animations pretty much prove that for me but yknow like. Even sitting. Constantly kicking their feet, tapping their fingers!! Looking around everywhere! Straight up vibing!

- I'm not qualified to say which of these exactly but I've always seen Hat Kid as semi-verbal or have selective mutism in some cases, often talking more through movement than with words and/or using shorter sentences when talking

- She carries her diary with her to journal what she sees/questions she has about the world. And then god forbid someone give her the opportunity to ask all those questions because then she will pester them endlessly

- Distracted very easily!! This is just me projecting my playstyle onto canon, but man. I'm the type that gets really into secret-hunting and scouring around for easter eggs or other hidden things, even while the plot is tryna push me along. So. Hat Kid delivering mail through subcon but then WAIT stop wait hold on what's over here wait stop hang on hold on wait wait wait wait are there secrets??

- On that note, the only person Hat Kid was ever truly scared of was Vanessa. Snatcher spooked her at first only with the suddenness of his arrival, and then the removal of her soul, but as she got to know the Big Idiot she just "oh haha okay" and never really took him seriously after that

- On THAT note, Hat Kid is way too forgiving and empathetic. We've known this. Potential way to look at this may be old philosophy of whatever Hat Kid's species is, as. I mean. What's the point in holding grudges when time is finite, and anything could happen to reverse everything at the drop of an hourglass? That or yknow! Hat Kid is a child; the full ramifications of her/other people's actions doesn't really process with her.

- but (and this totally isn't relevant to NS whaaat what are you even talking about), the moment someone hurts a friend of hers, then it's VIOLENCE, and a "Why!!!" and a "Apologize right now or get punted!!"

- 100% cried after learning what happened to the Prince and went running to Snatcher about it like "NOOO!!" and then she wanted to beat up Vanessa but she's terrified of her so she's just like >:(( draws a lot of pictures of vanessa with "mean" and "stinky" and "i hate u" pointed towards her with little arrows

- on that note she absolutely has a drawing somewhere titled "my family! <3 <3" with everyone drawn on it. and someone's going to find it and just get sucker-punched in the heart. (snatcher would just say "gross" and gently place it back down where he found it, notably not burning it, nor crumpling it, and then later he's going to go home and go :AUUUGH_NOOOOOO: with Feelings and Emotions. Fucking idiot)

- I saw this headcanon in a fic somewhere, I think, but I like the idea that her hat has some magic element to it or something that allows her to understand the languages of all the lifeforms on earth. because otherwise how would she be able to understand all of them. but when there's a word that doesn't have a one-to-one translation, or just a big word she's never heard, she looks at whoever said it funny until they explain themselves. snatcher has been victim of this many times

- ever since DJ Grooves told her not to say peck, she's been saying peck a lot. Conductor approves of this because he's a Bad Grandparent (affectionate)

- The age of Hat Kid is an elusive mystery and I don't believe I will ever pinpoint it, but regardless, despite being 100% a child and meant to be seen as one, I'm left to wonder how many years this child has been alive. Like yes a child either way, but. The centuries of experience this girl could have, thus explaining some of her odder behavior or relationships with people, or how she's able to fight pretty well despite her age and size... as she also tries to bite into a fuckign burger cushion-- "Centuries" could also be time paradoxical centuries, because. That's the fun thing about messing with time, amiright? How old are you really if you've been messing with time your whole life? Even if you don't age physically, your memories and experiences are intact. If she stayed in a time rift for three years and came out th

- WAIT WHAT IF THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED

- Sorry I'm having this potential headcanon as I type this. Okay. Listen. Hear me out. What if Hat Kid was coming out of a time rift or other time anomaly and heading home after being left in it for however many years? We see in the beginning of the game that she's leaving some explosion-looking icon and going towards Home. What if that explosion was actually (and/or led to) a time rift, trapping Hat Kid inside of it for a long time? When she finally freed herself - maybe having to get a timepiece from inside the rift and break it, so it created a glitchfest mess until it basically spit her out - she kept all the experiences and memories of living in there, but physically/mentally didn't age otherwise. So. Like. She got trapped in there at age, say, ten. She experiences the horrors of whatever creatures - or projections of such - inhabited the rift, as well as the general nonsensical/extravagant nature rifts can take on. But her rationalization skills, her creativity, her thought processes in general, all alongside her physical body... were left unaltered. Hence why she's so largely unphased by weird happenings, though curious by them. Hence why she has no problem being violent and defending herself, yet is (almost naively) forgiving and kind. Hence why she understands the full power of the timepieces and the dangers in rifts, but also knows how to deal with rifts with relative ease.

Her main concern when Mustache Girl wanted to become crime-fighting time travelers was less "I just wanna go home" and more "making another disaster time rift and getting stuck in it again would really suck and I don't want to do that (let alone get all my new friends stuck in it too)."

(This could also explain why she'd get so afraid in the alternate ending of the Mustache Girl confrontation. Where she runs back out of the castle in tears, falling over and just giving up. If she was previously stuck in a time rift, which is essentially what Mustache Girl created here, she'd carry a lot of trauma relating to it and know just how awful it can be to be trapped in one. So. Here she is, trapped in one again, and now her friends are here, and it's all her fault, because she brought the timepieces here and she was careless enough to let them fall into Mu's hands and--)

- do you realize the further potential of that, though. like. do you realize what that could mean? Hat Kid got out of the initial rift, gets to her ship, and hastily punches in the coordinates that should bring her home. Not realizing how long she's been gone, how much it could have changed. If it's even around anymore. So after the events of the game, she gets "home" - because while I'm cruel and angsty I refuse to acknowledge a timeline where she runs out of fuel and gets stranded in isolated space forever - but it's. Completely different, or just straight up destroyed. And so SHE GOES BACK TO HER FOUND FAMILY ON EARTH AND,

- speaking of I am a firm believer in the Dadtcher idea but it would need a lot of development to reach a fully paternal state. until that point it's borderline sibling-esque rivalry

- anyways........... shifts my eyes around...... Mustache Girl and Hat Kid also have a sibling relationship post-canon but it takes a long time to reach the wholesome aspects, thanks for coming to my tedtalk