pluto’s freak central

before i go any further, i want to stress that this blog is 18+ only! any minors or blogs with no age in their bio that interact will be blocked.

with that out of the way: welcome to my little silly blog! you can call me pluto :) they/she, bi, 19, based in aus <3

if you know me irl? no you don’t pls get outta here thank youuu <3

things you can expect here:

looots of horny posts - probably will be mainly omorashi stuff, but all will be tagged accordingly with #omorashi and #omo if that’s not something you’re into <3

i also write fics, again mainly omorashi. my ao3 is missing_planet

please please please send any asks you want!!! i love chatting about any insane thoughts anyone has. it can be about literally anything, as long as it’s not any of the topics/kinks on my hard no list.

fandoms/characters i love/will write for:

things in blue are the things i am especially hyperfixated on at the moment lol

rygosverse - ryland grace, colt seavers, lars lindstrom, holland march, driver, courtland gentry/six, jacob palmer

doctor who/torchwood - ianto jones, toshiko sato, jack harkness, 10, 11, 13, amy, rory, bill, clara

dispatch - waterboy, robert robertson, blonde blazer/mandy

mcyt (both rpf and c!) - hermitcraft, life series, vsmp - mumbo, grian, etho, cleo, scott, shelby, pyro

hazbin hotel - abel, lucifer, sir pentious, cherri

now for kinks and stuff :3

anything not mentioned is okay to send asks about!! also, i will accept no kink shaming here. this is a safe place. idc what you’re into at all :) the stuff on my hard no list is just stuff i’m not comfy with, i’ll never judge anyone for what they’re into <3

yes:

OMORASHI ~ diapers ~ pet play ~ degradation, praise ~ bondage ~ femdom ~ i like/will write x reader stuff as well as any ships you want! idc how niche it is. open my eyes to all your niche ships pretty pls ~ any pairing is cool :) f/m, m/m, f/f, and also i’m poly so. more than two people is very good too 🙂‍↕️

maaaybe/sometimes:

brats/brat taming (tbh it’s mainly the word ‘brat’ that brings up. not so fond memories. but if you just avoid that word then it’s fine) ~ watersports (i prefer clothes to stay on,,,) ~ when it comes to f/m pairings i most of the time don’t love writing dominant men, but occasionally i will ~ cnc is cool but i like more dubcon stuff ~ i love blood but not so much the wounds. or period blood. if that. makes sense lol ~ i don’t know much about omegaverse stuff, but maybe i’d write it? not sure

hard no:

He’s sure she’s noticed by now. Sure, the lab workbench is covering his lower half, but Stratt’s standing beside him. And she’s not dumb. He’s obviously got a hand between his thighs.

He’s completely lost track of what she’s talking about at this point, just nodding along whilst all of his energy goes to not wetting himself in front of her. …Again. It’s happened a few too many times, now.

But, of course, he can only hold on for so long. After a few more minutes of talking, he feels a small leak escape his control. He squeaks, his face burning red, and quickly presses his other hand over his mouth to try and suppress any more noises.

Stratt raises an eyebrow. “Grace? Are you alright?” She asks calmly - Grace can tell her real question is ‘are you still paying attention?’ He nods in response, even though the answer to both is a strong no.

She continues talking for a few more minutes, but it doesn’t last long. She sees him tense up a little, his face flushing deeper, before his body relaxes with a shaky sigh of relief. She knows what that means.

“Grace,” she starts slowly. “Are you wetting yourself again?”

He straightens up immediately at that, trying to clench his muscles tighter to stop it - to no avail. He removes the hand from his mouth, stuttering out a response. “N-no! No, of- of course not…” He chuckles nervously. He’s always been a bad liar.

But it’s hard to keep denying it when the sound of liquid splattering on the floor starts. He whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut and ducking his head. “O-okay, maybe I am…”

“…You pissed yourself,” Jackson says after a moment, his tone flat and unreadable.

Holland groans. “No, I- only a little bit-! Just- fuck, just shut up-“

Jackson’s not sure what’s come over him (although it’s probably all the blood rushing from his brain and going south), but he finds himself continuing to tease in that dry tone he usually uses. “We’ve not even been here an hour, and you’re already pissing your pants.”

Holland growls in frustration, and Jackson’s dick throbs painfully at the sound. “Shut. Up,” he hisses out, but any attempt to be menacing is ruined by the fact that the wet spot is obviously growing a little.

The shorter man bites his lip, his eyes locked on Holland’s crotch, no longer having enough brainpower to worry about being caught. But to be fair - most people would probably stare in this situation. It’s not often that a grown man wets his pants in front of you. …At least, that’s Jackson’s excuse.