Designated horny haven

|| 26, they/it/he || needed a non-fandom-specific horny blog so here we are (there will still be fandom content, just not any specific one)||

[hysteric-boy]

I wanna be the pretty boy who gets all cut up in the movies :3

[hghhhhh-big-boys]

This is how some of yall will end up if you keep liking and reblogging my posts

[3e3a33]

[guiltfactory-moved]

i would like if something horrible and invasive was happening to him and his boundaries were violated and he was uncomfortable and scared

[vamptits]

why is it so hot. why is it so hot. I am being punished.

[vamptits]

I'm having my first 24/7 dom/sub relationship with the entirety of the fucking sun

[igoontoemos]

lowkey anal is so hot as a trans guy cause ure telling me uve got a hole dedicated to sex but ure such a fucking fag u wanna take it up the ass anyway? oh look at u little gay boy

[beartrapped17]

What I have figured out recently is just that I'm a greedy puppy. If I get high, I also want a drink. If I cum once, I have to cum at least one more time. If I'm using a vibrator, I need something inside of me at the same time. I'm not satisfied with just one thing. What's even worse is that the greed makes me even more worked up. I'm getting hard just making this post.

[eurodynamic]

LEON KENNEDY Resident Evil Requiem (2026) dev. Capcom

[tboyswaggg]

I wanna have someone stick their cock or a big dildo down my throat and make me gag on it. testing my gag reflex and seeing how far i can take it. i’m crying and panting and their running their experiments on me and smiling and looking at me with so much lust in their eyes <3

[cvmdvmb]

lowk want a doctor to subject me to all sorts of humiliating and painful tests in order to "diagnose" me meanwhile they're really just trying to bust a nut

[beingharsh]

*flirting with an older man* when i was born you had already attempted suicide once

[beingharsh]

finally someone says something kind of titillating

[lilyblisslys]

give in to your sub top urges btw. whimper and moan while you rut into them. Cling to them like they’re the last lifeboat you’ll ever see. don’t think about anything but how good they’re making you feel. Say please before you cum and thank you after. and then ask if they need your mouth to clean them up when you’re done :)

[cowthropologist]

I want to talk about how "self-harm" and "self-medication" are subjective designations, frequently applied to the same set of behaviors, and whether you choose one or the other often depends on whether you see the self-harmer/self-medicator as a human being with moral agency and legitimate decision-making skills, or as a crazy person who needs to be fixed

[cowthropologist]

I used to cut myself regularly because I was unbearably depressed and cutting gave me these little moments, like less than a second per cut, where all I felt was the pain and the rush of adrenaline from the minor, superficial injury. For that half-second, I didn't feel depressed. I could forget about how much I hated my life. I just wanted a break, just for the briefest instant. I wasn't really hurting myself in any meaningful or lasting way. I would clean and bandage the cuts when I was done. And it helped. It made me feel better. It really, really did. But people have always been much more freaked out by the fact that I was cutting myself than they were by the fact that I was suffering so much, constantly, in my day-to-day life. People say cutting is bad. I don't think it is. I think it just makes people who don't self-medicate in socially-unacceptable ways uncomfortable. That's all.

[cowthropologist]

I've gotten 2 courses of ECT now. My depression is as bad as it's ever been, and the side effects have been significant and seem to be permanent. I've quite literally forgotten entire years of my life as a result of the ECT. All those memories, gone. Everything completely erased. I have little snatches here and there, things that I know happened, but cannot actually recall. It's a tremendous loss. I mourn it constantly. And in return for those memories, I have gained nothing but medical debt. Cutting helped me feel better in the short term. ECT didn't help me feel better at all. One of them is stigmatized, shocking, scary, unacceptable, and one is not. One of them left me with minor scars on my skin, and one of them left me with no visible marks and a gaping void where my past should be. Let me be clear -- I'm not saying that the physical visibility of cutting is the entire issue here. What I am saying is that the difference between what we call "harm" and what we call "treatment" is artificial. It's cultural. It's medicalized. It's prejudiced. And it's a fucking problem.

[cowthropologist]

I used to get pass-out drunk every single night because when I tried to lie down and go to sleep, I would be bombarded by constant, vivid flashbacks. If I did manage to get to sleep, I would have horrible nightmares -- they're difficult to describe to anyone without PTSD. It wasn't like "oh I had a bad dream" -- they felt utterly, physically, viscerally real. It was intolerable. I didn't have a PTSD diagnosis. I didn't even realize I had PTSD for awhile there. I wasn't receiving medical treatment, but I needed to fucking sleep. So, I drank. It worked. I slept. I'm not saying I wasn't an addict. I'm not saying I don't still struggle with drinking too much. What I am saying is that addicts deserve a little goddamn respect with regards to our substance use. I made a deliberate, measured choice to drink heavily on a daily basis because I needed to sleep at night, but most people expect me to articulate that decision as "I am powerless over alcohol and it has ruined my life," which has never been true, and then tell me I'm in denial when I say so. Just because something is socially unacceptable or bad for your liver or whatever doesn't mean people aren't doing it on purpose because they prefer it to the available alternatives. I am a human being. I am capable of making my own decisions. Just because you (general you) don't like the decisions I'm making does not mean that I am utterly divorced from reality and incapable of caring for myself in any way. You don't fucking own me.

[cowthropologist]

I think we should keep talking about my drinking, actually. I think we should talk about what happened after I got a PTSD diagnosis and got on medication that alleviated the worst of the nightmares and flashbacks and allowed me to sleep without being wasted. "So mar, did you stop drinking then?" seems like the obvious question. And the answer is no, I fucking didn't. Partly because I think (and have always thought) that getting intoxicated is a fun recreational activity, and I don't particularly want to go straightedge, but mostly because my life still sucked shit. When you are drunk, you are not fully present. The booze is a buffer between you and the stark reality of your life. Even when you're totally fucking shitfaced, sobbing on your bathroom floor at 2am and hugging your toilet like a teddy bear, absolutely inarticulate with misery, you're not all there. It's a break from the inescapable, sober world -- it's a way to forget about it for a little while. It's a way to quickly change how you feel. It's a temporary relief. Just like cutting was for me when I was younger.

Given the long-term physical effects of alcohol abuse, I've always found it kind of funny how much more socially acceptable heavy drinking is than cutting yourself. All in the name of good health, of course. Wouldn't want to look crazy now, would we?

[cowthropologist]

I just want to go on the record now and say that if yall start reblogging this and I get people crytyping in my notes about how Cutting Is Bad Actually, so help me god I will block every single one of you.

[handweavers]

there is something erotic about watching someone be extraordinarily competent at something especially if they're also really passionate about it

[sapphling]

priests have maybe the largest hot in fiction:not hot in reality divide of all time

[tongue-twists]

healing magic that's inherently sexual but the healer is the dom. healing magic that requires you to completely relinquish control over to your party's healer, letting them guide you through it. it's a painful kind of magic - snapping bones back together, fusing torn skin, regrowing limbs. if you twitch, if you resist, if you do the wrong movement, it might jeopardize your recovery, might hurt you further - so your healer ties you up. they play with your hair, murmuring soft words of encouragement, their other hand trailing down to your wound. you have to trust them so completely that you'll let them dip their fingers into your torn open body. they reward you as they go - giving you pleasure to offset the pain, telling you how well you're doing, how sweet you look, your brow slick with sweat and your mouth hanging open, dumb in their skilled hands. it hurts, oh how it hurts, but you've learned to love it, to love their attention, their control over you, their soothing voice and the now familiar burning of flesh stitching itself back together.

[kibumkim]

[sapphling]

need a soft reassuring "you don't have to be scared of me" from someone i have every reason to be terrified of