vapid slut

sideblog for reblogging posts that make me moan. mid 20s they/them anything goes but incest beastiality ageplay and raceplay so expect nothing and everything

[er-fin]

"Hey," She said as she tapped the table next to his work laptop, her free hand pulling the front of her t-shirt down to cover the diaper she was wearing. "I put on a diaper the way you like. Can we go watch TV now?"

He closed the computer and leaned forward. "Oh, I'm the one who likes it, huh?" She rolled her eyes. "Yes, obviously! Only one of the people here is a total pervert, and it's not me." She said. He stood up and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in to plant a kiss on her forehead. "It's so selfless of you to cater to me so much. Especially how you put them on all by yourself these days, without me even asking," He praised. She glowered up at him. "Oh, and what about when you put them on when I'm not home? I guess you're just practicing, huh?"

"I have never done that in my entire life," She denied. "Neeeever?" He sang. "Okay, I literally did it twice, just to make sure I could get the tapes right! Are we going to watch TV or not?"

"Sorry, sorry. I'll drop it," He took her by the hand and led her into the living room, supporting her slightly as the diaper forced her to walk with an awkward waddle.

They both sat on the couch and settled into their familiar positions, him sitting upright, her lying down with her head resting on his leg. He reached down and gave her padded butt an approving pat. "You know, for someone who hates diapers so much, you sure look cute in them." He said.

"Don't patronize me. I look like a freak. Why couldn't you just be into feet or something?" She said.

"So fussy today," He observed offhandedly as he rubbed her head with one hand, using the other to flick through Netflix.

"Bite me," She grumbled, flipping him off. He just grinned.

They sat in silence for a few seconds as he flicked onto the show they were watching. "Tell you what," He said. "Let's make a little wager." She flipped onto her back and looked up at him with suspicion. "If you can stay dry until the end of this episode, I'll refrain from making any more annoying comments about how cute your diapers are, or how much you obviously like wearing them, or how well they suit you, anything like that,"

"Okay, first of all, I do not like wearing them. Second of all, what happens if I can't?" She asked. "Not that I will. Obviously I can hold it for an hour." She hastily added.

"Hmmm...I dunno. Nothing, really. I guess it'll be its own satisfaction," He shrugged. She thought for a second. Seemed like a pretty sweet deal. She nodded.

"Perfect," He grinned. "Wait there, I'll be right back." He shifted her head off his thigh and onto the couch cushion, heading into the kitchen. She stared after him with a mix of curiosity and suspicion, suspicion which was confirmed when he returned holding a bottle full of apple juice. "Oh, yeah, no way. Nice try." She shook her head.

He sat back down, lifting her head back onto his thigh. "Come on. You and I both know you need to hydrate. It's dangerous if babies don't get their fluids."

"How about I hydrate your fucking-MMPH!" He took advantage of her open mouth to jam in the bottle and give it a small squeeze, filling her cheeks with juice. Her options were either to swallow or spit it all out all over both of them, and the couch. She opted for the first one, accompanied with an annoyed glare directed up at him. He responded with a shit-eating grin. "What's the face for, huh? I thought apple juice was your favourite."

She emptied the bottle, and he pulled it away and placed it on the side table. "I'm going to kill you in your sleep tonight," She informed him as she grabbed the remote, switching their show on. "Enjoy your final eight hours of life."

It was about thirty minutes into the episode that she felt the pressure in her bladder. She shifted slightly. "Move. I have to get up."

He, predictably, did not move. His hand stayed draped over her shoulder. "Why? You look so comfortable."

"I have to pee, genius. Let me up."

He lifted his hand up to her head and slowly started started to stroke her hair. Fuck, he knew she loved that. "There's only twenty more minutes. You can hold it, right?" She couldn't help herself from melting into him a little bit. "I should still go..." She said, more trying to convince herself than him. "Aw, have a little self-confidence. I'm sure it can wait a bit longer."

"Mmmm..." She didn't need much more convincing than that. She brought her arms up and wrapped them around his leg, hugging it like a pillow. "Can you scratch my head a bit?" She asked. He smiled. "Yeah, of course."

The pressure in her bladder built more and more, but it felt distant to her, unimportant. Eventually, as the episode entered its final ten minutes, her body sent her an ultimatum. She needed to go to the bathroom now. But he was right. She was comfortable.

She thought about using her diaper, but if she did, she knew he'd tease her for it...for just peeing her diaper like a baby. The thought made her heart race a little. And then he'd take her into their bedroom, lay her down, fuss over her, change her into another one...okay, now her heart was racing a lot. She felt a lump of tension in her throat as she weighed her options. She let go into her diaper.

He noticed the sound almost immediately and looked down at her. She stared up like a deer in the headlights. "Oh, dear," He tutted. "Not quite ready for the potty, huh? That's okay," She instantly broke her gaze away and buried her face in the side of his leg, mostly to hide how red it was. "SHUT UP!" She half-barked, half-whined. He reached down and rubbed comforting circles on her back. "Don't get all worked up about it, love. You just had a little accident, that's all."

"I did not!" She denied hotly.

"Oh, it was on purpose? Were you jealous I had all my attention on the show and not you?"

"Oh my godddd...shut up...." She choked out with what felt like the last of her life force. She tried not to acknowledge how ridiculously turned-on she was.

[distorted-pup]

I need a master to pump my t-dick. Making it get bigger and bigger all red and throbbing. It’s left on while they do something to entertain themselves occasionally coming back to me to flick and wiggle the cup on my cock. After an extended amount of time they come back to me. I’m crying and delirious from the pleasure when they pull the cup off of me. I can’t help but hump the air so desperate for an orgasm. I’m shushed and told to hold myself still while my master measures my swollen dick. If it’s to their liking I get to hump a vibrator on max speed until I come. If it’s not I get an ice cube pressed to my t-dick until it’s soft and a generous lather of tiger balm.

[melon-bunny]

the thought of having some cute thing tied up and gagged and then forcing it to breed you….

“are you sure you’re ok with us doing this without a condom? i’m not on birth control...” as its eyes get wide and it shakes its head. of course, you respond with “thank you!!” and sink down on its cock

“please can you breed me?” as it struggles against restraints and makes desperate pleas, muffled under the gag— “thank youuuu~"

seeing its eyes roll back as it finally stops fighting back and shudders, cumming inside you... you stay on top, pressing its face into your chest, petting its pretty hair under the guise of aftercare while it shakes and cries and tries to process what just happened.

[spiralling-down]

When a sub is so blissed out they go nonverbal and lose focus on what you’re saying, so you ask them a question then tell them “just nod your head and agree”.

[gooobraghhh]

Content warning for some intox cnc

I drugged my boyfriend today <3

A day or two ago we were talking about drugs since he had just tried mushrooms for the first time and eventually it got to the topic of how we both think the concept of drugging each other was hot and mutually consented to future attempts as long as it wouldn’t interfere with actual commitments.

I immediately started thinking of things I could do and formulated a little plan. I had just baked a batch of cookies the night prior using orange flavored chocolate chips and I knew I had left over cookie dough. When he was gone working I scooped enough dough for one cookie, cut up an edible and nestled the pieces with the chocolate chips. The edible was fruit flavored but so was the cookie so I knew It’d be perfect.

Just waited for him to ask me to grab him one and then took out the altered desert. Made sure to be very distracting and chatty while he ate it so he wouldn’t think to look to closely. First bite was like more than half of the cookie and he momentarily paused, looked at it and said it was weirdly gummy. He made eye contact with me and joked about me doing something to it but I kept a sweet face and reminded him that batch was baked before we even had our little conversation, so how could I have done something? I mean he didn’t know I had extra dough left over and he’s a usually on the more dominant side so in his head that whole conversation was definitely more about something he was going to do to me.

He finished the whole thing oblivious to what I’d done. Then I just sat and bided my time. He said he felt tired, and I could see on his face he was getting dizzy and confused. Of course I didn’t say anything and just idly got other things done. I watched as he lied down, and said he felt bad, guessing random things that could possibly be making him feel weird. When I saw him struggling to keep his eyes open I finally got closer to him and whispered in his ear.

“You know maybe you feel weird because I drugged that food I gave you earlier. That might be it”

Then I pinned his arms down and got on top of him. He was super flustered, clearly very riled up from what I told him and while he’s normally very strong the amount of weed I gave him was double what he normally takes when he wants to get pretty high so he could barely put effort into fighting back.

I held his wrists down with one hand and stuck my other down his waistband. He was extremely hard and messy already because he’s Pavlov’d himself by having sex every time he gets high which I made fun of him for of course but it also made it very easy to start playing with his t dick while I watched him melt beneath me, not even trying to stifle his moans.

I made him aware of just how much he consumed and that he was about to get way more fucked up than he already was. Then I told him that he should give up and accept the fact that he was going to be my plaything for as long I pleased. At this point he was about to cum from my hand and I stopped just before he could get off.

This continued for a good long while using a plethora of different toys I grabbed in advance. I made him lie on his hands under the threat of some violence and just tormented him by getting him close repeatedly while he was extremely out of it and loopy. He was only allowed to speak if he was telling me he was about to cum and if he begged or pleaded for me to let him finish I’d make it would take longer or bite him. I also made sure to grab his throat and tell him if he came before I said so I’d make sure things went very badly for him so he was doing a good job of warning me.

He was writhing, whimpering, and struggling not to plead with me while I got him to the point of almost cumming from just the slightest movement of the dildo I was fucking him with. Then he fucked it up. He was supposed to tap me before he came and he failed, before he even finished cumming he was apologizing profusely for messing up. It was mostly incoherent since he was actively cumming and extremely high but it pissed me off and I grabbed his hair firmly in one hand before rapidly fucking him with the dildo while telling him how pathetic he was, how he couldn’t even do one simple fucking task and how he was in so much trouble.

He was so sensitive that he just started cumming over and over, being so loud that I moved my wrist to gag his mouth. For the next few minutes it was nonstop, I could feel him clench and cum on the toy every few seconds and he was fully shaking and pleading with me to stop. I completely lost count of how many times he came but god it was thrilling to punish him like that. Only stopped to fold his legs up and start fucking him properly. He was so high at that point he was basically unresponsive, just moaning and squirming a bit.

I fucked him hard while leaving bites all over his chest since he did such a bad job listening and he continued to cum multiple times just from penetrative sex. He got so needy he started pawing at his dick while I kept going at it, leading him to cum extremely hard and loud beneath me. At that point he was a hickey covered, drooling, trembling mess who was high out of his mind, trying to recover from the 2+ hours we had been going at it for.

It was just so cute seeing a usually tough guy get used by me against his will. Could never normally overpower him but when he’s all fucked up he just becomes a toy for me to play with. Need to slip stuff in his food more often.

[fromhe11withlove]

One of my favorite things is to forbid her to cum and then force her to break that rule. 

Bring a girl to the very edge—with your fingers, your tongue, a toy, whatever—and then tell her she’s not allowed to cum until you give the command. Make her believe you’re training her to cum on cue. Tell her if the need becomes unbearable, she must beg for permission. And if you say no? She holds back. 

Otherwise, the punishment will be truly nasty. Maybe you place a tube of capsaicin gel on the nightstand and promise to coat her clit with it if she disobeys. Or to use the tightest clamps on her. Or… Well, the method is your preference—the point is her motivation must be real. 

Then, you fuck her in the way that unravels her completely. 

Keep her teetering. Stroke her occasionally, but never enough—just to draw it out. 

Use everything that turns her on. Does she melt at the sound of your voice? Moan. Give her filthy, mocking praises. Does she crave touch? Give her touch, kisses, bites. Caress her. Slap her. You get the idea.

Grind into her. Pin her down in the mating press and pound directly into her G-spot. 

Feel her squirm underneath you. Listen to her whimper. Watch her obvious try to distract herself—reciting poetry? counting ceiling tiles?—while her cunt drips and clenches around you, betraying her completely. The best part is when the begging starts, and you get to deny her, over and over.  

“No, baby.”  “Not yet.”  “You can’t.”  “Not even when I touch you like this.”  “Losing control? You know what happens then… you won’t enjoy it, love…” 

In the end, it always breaks one of two ways. 

Some girls simply shatter. You’re just fucking her, and you hear it—“Please, please, oh god, I can’t— I’m gonna—”—and then she’s coming, orgasm tearing through her without permission. 

Others need a final push. You rub her clit raw or press a vibrator against her, whispering that she just has to endure it, juuust a little longer—until she finally breaks. What a shame. You were just about to give the command. 

And that’s when the real fun begins. She’s just given you a reason to punish her. So you do exactly what you promised. And you keep fucking her through her sobs, for your own pleasure. … Maybe you'll even let her cum again before you're done.

[giragirameganedan]

love

[whimperformedoll]

The best and worst thing about chemical play is that once you start, there's no coming back.

I know the Icy Hot burns but you'll have to wait it out, baby doll. But you have to admit you look adorable, writhing and whimpering while you feel like your cock, balls and perineum are all on fire.

Well, I told you not to come without permission...

[olderbootbutch]

i dont want you dumb and brainless i don't want a mindless little fuckdoll. what i want is for you to be fully aware of who you are and that you are subjecting yourself to this. people respect you. you're smart and capable. you are an adult with responsibilities. and you are also on your hands and knees face down drooling onto your sheets with tears in your eyes begging me to cum inside you. this is you. this is who you are. remember that. don't worry i won't let you forget it.

[softdomsworld]

forced deep throat training used as a punishment for talking back! “open that dirty fucking mouth, weren’t you just using it? put it to use, try and talk back now.” “what happened? why’re you so quiet now? someone learn their fucking lesson?”

[wanders-in-wonderland]

Imagine he has you in a spreader bar with wrist and ankle cuffs. You’re folded in half, legs high up in the air, immobilized, spread in a way that makes your pussy the center of attention. And he gives it so much attention. He rubs your pussy softly, lulling you into a false sense of security from his gentle touches, tracing your folds, parting them to show off your pretty clit. You’re wet, just for him. And he’s so good to you, so gentle, leaning down to kiss your pretty pussy, using his tongue to make little patterns against your sensitive skin, making you arch up against him and moan. He’s being so nice to you, making you feel so good. And then everything changes.

His fingers pinch your clit, hard. You gasp, eyes wide, pain shooting through your body. You jerk helplessly, wanting to move away from the assault. But there’s nowhere to go. He holds you open, spreading your cunt lips to show off that swollen, aching clit. Two hard flicks in a row make you wail and beg him to stop. He doesn’t listen. A skilled touch pulls your clit hood back, revealing more of your tender flesh than should be possible. More real estate for him to work with. You don’t even know where he got the vibrator from, but suddenly it’s on you. The highest setting, pressed with the lightest touch against your exposed clit. You don’t even have enough air left in your lungs to scream. The high-powered vibrations lightly meeting your clit is torture, worse than if he were to push the toy hard against your flesh because this is concentrated, specific, targeted. The barest connection point holding all of the sensation. You aren’t even aware that you’re wailing. Desperate, animal noises. Worthless struggles against his weight and hold. Tears streaming down your face. Your cunt dripping onto the bed. Finally, finally, he turns off the vibrator. Pulls it away from you. But he’s not done. Because what comes next is so much worse.

A tiny, metal clamp. Angry jagged teeth and an adjustable screw that makes the tension bespoke. Whispered objections leave your lips desperately, but he doesn’t care. His fingers come back to pull back your clit hood, your eyes widening in sheer terror when you realize his intentions. There’s nothing to buffer against the cruel, cold metal as it crushes your throbbing, swollen clit in between its jaws. The scream that leaves you is earth-shattering. He laughs and gives the clamp a hard flick. It sends shockwaves through your body. Then he attaches a wire to the clamp, connecting it to an electrical box, and ice-cold understanding shoots through your body. You’re not going to survive this.

He turns the dial on the box, and your clit jumps in response to the current. It’s pain, it’s torture, it’s pure, unadulterated sensation that drills deep into your nerves and holds you hostage. He turns the dial more. Your body breaks. It’s not an orgasm; it’s a forced eruption. A gush of fluid explodes out of you, coupled by the worst sound you’ve ever heard. It’s you. It’s inhuman, incomprehensible. It doesn’t stop. The current keeps coming, your body keeps breaking, and finally, your mind does too.

Note: I haven't written anything short in a while and clearly it shows because wtf is this... (I'm kidding, I love this)... And I promise he gives the best aftercare when it's over 🫶

[jordanswitches]

saw multiple posts about stuck in a wall and now i'm just thinking about having someone like that. and their legs are spread and the wall is soundproof and i can't hear them react at all, i can only see. and i hold open their pussy and edge them with one finger and keep dipping it into their pussy to gather up the wetness because even though they don't know what's going on, their body can't help reacting. i pull back the clit hood gently and trace my tongue all around it, then give them a few solid, long licks. suck their clit and make them feel so good i can tell they're getting close, their body is writhing as much as it can. and i stop when they're right on the edge, and hold them open. i watch their clit while it twitches and begs to be touched. and i tap it with my thumb every few seconds, to keep them there on the edge. every time they get closer to losing it. the hang time is gorgeous, the way their clit draws up and their pussy clenches. and then after the next tap they can't hold it, their clit pulsing with the ruin and their hips squirming, their pussy leaking. i leave them for a minute, then start lightly swiping my finger over their clit. the ruin left them riled up and they're close again. i clean them up with my mouth, all that evidence of how much they loved it. licking their clit and sucking it like a dick, moving my head up and down a little. and their legs are tensing and their clit is swollen and sensitive in my mouth, every stroke feels like ecstasy. i put two fingers inside them and press into their g spot, rubbing it so the sensations collide inside them. and then i pull back again. another ruin. so sad. i could do that for hours. i never get bored of it.

[mommyfaggot2]

wait this is like. sexy

[leatherfag]

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[church-of-filth]

I won’t stop until you’re crying, because you deserve every single lash. †

[puppyrocket]

punishing two subs by tethering them together and forcing one to fuck icyhot into the other's asshole so they're both screaming and crying and flushing while they can't help but buck their most sensitive bits together (ultimately making it worse)

if the top isn't enthusiastic enough they get figged and sounded with ginger until they're redder and sweatier than if they'd been locked in a sauna for two hours

if the bottom doesn't beg for it desperately enough they get to sit their whole ass down, knees wide, in a huge nest of nettles or a whole cake frosted with icyhot until they're uncontrollably quaking and every single orifice is weeping

[kerrin-deactivated20260107]

forcing it in your mouth under the mistletoe

[hyenagirlpenis]

Surprising you by asking if you want to make out, and you're so flustered that you acquiesce even if you're not sure you want to, but when we sit down on the couch, I just lift your shirt and start to make out with your nipples while you're frozen with shock and overwhelmed by sensation, on and on, until you're sore and squirming. Every time you try to protest, I just try different sensations using more pressure or pain until you can't form a sentence so I can go back to enjoying myself. And when I'm satisfied, I just pull your shirt back down and move on like nothing happened!

[hyenagirlpenis]

Now that you've let me do it once, I keep asking to "make out" with increasing expectation that you'll say yes whenever and wherever I want, until I'm pulling you into closets and hidden corners and behind doors without warning just to tease and play with your nipples. The demanding forcefulness gets you turned on more easily every time, until within moments you're whimpering and squeezing your legs together, and eventually you try to guide my hand to your lap, and I pull it back and make fun of you for being so easy to turn on after just a little making out.