#kink thoughts

[transgwender616]

Monsterfucking is so normalized on Tumblr I kinda forgot it even counted as a kink. I thought it was like liking boobs on girls. The basic normal stuff most people like.

[ilovebillkaulitzzz]

When you're reading a fanfic and y/n switches gender's mid story

[lovelee2meetyou]

My personal favorite irony is how freeing it feels to be in bondage 🩵 No choice, no decisions, no control. No thoughts, all sensation. Shut off my brain, turn on my body, raw intensity, total surrender. I can fight, but it’s useless….I may as well give in. Simply scratches a cetain itch for me like nothing else can.

[watcher201109]

An underrated phrase has to be 'They're usually not this bad.'

"They're usually not this bad."

She says, gripping the arm of her metal chair to minimize the visual trembling from her caramel brownie sundae-powered rumblers at the Ice Cream Parlor. She mentally pats herself on the back for choosing the the far corner outdoor seating...This time.

She huffs to herself with a pout, a hazy flush on her face as her large birthday cake cold brew latte has her toots coming out so warm, it's causing condensation to form on the metal walls of the elevator. Thankfully she's always the first to arrive in the office, the elevator will air out before people start flowing in. Always does.

She drunkenly mutters into her hand, faking that she left her phone at the table to separate from the girls and drop a few bombs, the deep, bassy, bubbly ones are quick to heat up the cushioned booth seat. It should be illegal for edm clubs to serve Veggie Samosas, practically a war crime if they're actually good too.

She mutters under her breath as she feels all of her cheek meat rippling from a seemingly endless guttural fart roaring through her sleep shorts-covered rear. Bar crawl hangover aside, she's appreciative of the loud ass semitruck 'covering' for her at the red light of the crosswalk she's trying to clear. She can smell that they, at some point, went to Buffalo Wild Wings, as per tradition when they get blackout drunk. She's so out of it it hasn't even occurred to her that she's on autopilot, heading towards the big golden arches with her go-to breakfast order subconsciously ready.

She groans, the third or fourth comforter rippling fart did the trick in waking her up, her phone screen reading the time and April 21st. She glances at her desk to see the carnage of emptied pre roll tubes and about two bags from different local pizza joints.

[feralchompyenergy]

Okay so this has been on my mind lately, and if a community for this kind of thing already exists someone hit me up and let me know what it’s called.

I’m really into what I call “bad ends.” I also sometimes call it “fate worse than death,” but that’s a bit of a mouthful. The name comes from the idea of a video game with bad endings. Imagine you make the wrong choice in an RPG and instead of saving the day or whatever it’s “game over” but you’re not just dead, you’re captured, incapacitated, give up and go home, or maybe you DO save the day but at a great cost, or the world is worse off for having you “save” it. That’s a “bad end.” Simple enough.

Applying it to a kink setting, it’s the idea that something has gone wrong, and now it’s all over. You got the “bad ending.” For tickling, maybe a monster has caught you and now you’re going to be its ticklething forever. Maybe you died and went to Tickle Hell. Maybe you got lost in an enchanted tickly forest and stumble around for the rest of your life, or get caught and mummified in one of the giant tickle trees alongside countless other explorers that have been there for eons, screaming and cackling forever. For other kinks, maybe you got kidnapped and chained up in the basement, and nobody is looking for you, there’s no escape. Maybe you realized your new roommate is actually a skilled hypnotist and has been working you over for months, and this realization is the last flash of free will before you sink into a dizzy, brainless stupor you’ll never claw your way out of. Maybe your partner just fucked you stupid with the Super Fantasy Addictive Substance and you’ll never be able to go without it again, trapping you as their desperate cockwarmer. Bad ends!

It’s insanely hot to me. Imagining the feeling of realizing that it’s ALL over, that slow, sinking emotion of coming to grips with the idea that you’re never getting out of this, that your life has changed forever, that you’ll never get back to the way things were, that you’ll never get to go home, your existence has been reduced to some toy or plaything or endless suffering to some degree. It makes me feel sick with some horrible combination of fear and arousal. Obviously not something I’d ever want to experience REALLY but god is it hot to simulate in a scene or read about or fantasize about.

[god-damned-me]

Narcissistic person’s ego is one of their best erogenous zones btw. You can do so much to them by playing with it, stroking their ego with praise and affection, worship them so good it makes them melt or… or if they happen to be a little masochist you can have so much fun being cruel to them. Degrade and humiliate them until their ego shatters in real time just for you. Mix praise and degradation, worship and humiliation together to make them short circuit completely. I guarantee you this may feel even more intense than any physical stuff <3

[cutenose]

I've seen a few posts about breaking down kink to its core and its about someone still loving/caring for you at your worst/most vulnerable. But what about being the person to care for someone at their worst? I think there's a vulnerability to being the caretaker too.

Like showing them how much you care, how much you've noticed, how far you're willing to go for them. A character not being able to hide their feelings when their loved one is unwell.

[blxxxp]

What if I didn't want to own you forever? What if I'd rather be a dogsitter than an owner? What if I'd rather be an aunt than a mom? What if I'd rather be best friends who fool around than the romantic love of your life? What if I didn't think those more playful relationships were automatically lesser?