hiiii!!! my names juno g melchor (he/it) (19 y/o) and this is the blog of an angel. feel free to send me anything, dms or asks whatever :}
I'm a switch trans guy, im kinky, and im loudly queer. Minors!! Please vacate this blog, as this will contain 18+ content - Be mindful of my boundaries, please.
im mostly t4t and gay, but women and cis ppl are free to join in on the fun!!! women u r so hot even if im not inherently attracted to ur gender :333
feel free to DM me or send me anything. seriously. im always open to anything
Tag directory below. or it might be seen as a list of things to do to me. maybe both
Hard limits are scat, bestiality, and detrans; I have some unsanitary squicks and I would rather not engage in detrans kink with anyone I don't know well.
Filtered under individual (some might be silly, but i am a silly guy) names:
Impreg - While I'm not necessarily into pregnancy, its close enough to breeding. I'm a switch when it comes to this kink.
R ties - Shibari, cuffs, rope, you name it. I'm pretty good at ties if i do say so myself. Switch.
Polyitero - Group sex/gangbangs, or just acts with 3+ people, switch
d/s - dom/sub, switch
manhandling - physical overpowering, strength or height stuff, etc. switch
divine force(d) - religion kink & my angelhood. this is barely a top/bottom thing im just an angel, man
Oral Fix - anything to do with oral, I almost exclusively bottom here
the m-cave - anything to do with vaginal penetration/play, especially in regards to trans men, switch
the a-cave - anything to do with anal penetration/play, almost exclusively top
medkink - medical or scientific study environments, switch
pet n play - still exploring the submissive side of this, but i can be a pet. switch (leans dom)
Orientation stuff:
forcemasc - forcemasc. switch
erotransition - transitioning kink, switch
dykebreaking - this is a complex kink for me, but i sum it up to i was once a lesbian, now im a gay man. switch. also tagged with hard k1nk.
Hard kinks (added with "hard k1nk"):
c an c - Cnc, rapeplay, or consent play in any way, switch
intox - intoxication play, sub/bottom
bl00d - lower-end gore, switch
sh4rps - full on blood, gore, and body horror kink. i have a thing about Meat, so thats where this goes. Switch!
Misc tags:
Me - Me.
Throat training/throat training diary - im going to get rid of my gag reflex through sheer stubbornness and you guys get to hear it. if you want
angelspeak - my life and updates. general nonhorny textposts :D
i think we should dominate more monsters and supernatural creatures. vampire bf who begs to feed off you and its more like you're cutting yourself on his teeth while you hold his hair out of the way. werewolf gf whose cock knots uselessly in the air as you pound her, tied down, into the mattress. demon who went after an angel thinking they'd break him but gets wrestled into submission instead. do you see the vision.
if i was a knight, i'd love to make out with the prince, but i'd be very unhelpful if we got caught. my excuse would be something about how 'kissing the signet rings of royalty has historically been seen as a sign of great devotion and fealty!!', knowing damn well that it doesn't explain all the bite marks on His Highness' neck and the blush across his face.
got WILDLY drunk last night while out at the clubs road and woke up to a picture of my alter pole dancing at a gay bar, so thats where ive been. i remember someone offering to tattoo my wings on and/or bite me and i sadly didnt get their number. alas.
Human bodies are not nearly freaky enough. We don't even get a little tail to twitch in anticipation or coil around our lover? No claws or fangs, having to gingerly avoid piercing flesh as you try not to lose restraint in the heat of the moment? Not even a pair of lush, feathered wings to be stroked and preened as you shiver in relief... life's a fucking joke man
oooh nooo flapping my small wings to lure you in so i can maul you to death and eat you so thorough that not even your marrow goes to waste
maybe if i polish my halo extra pretty i can choke you with it? :3c but iddkkkk.... i'm just a silly angel who does no wrong after all that's why im gods favorite
Forcemasc where you’re being forced to top. You shouldn’t be so embarrassed, it’s just you and your buddy. You’ve known eachother forever, he started transitioning first but that’s actually been amazing. He helps you with everything, him having a head start is a blessing.
But you’re still anxious. He helped you get the strap on, and he’s fucking himself open on his fingers. He’s done most of the work really. But still.
“I…I don’t know man. Can’t you just top again? I’m really more of a bottom.”
“You’re not. You just haven’t topped before. Trust me, it’ll feel great. You’ll really feel like a man, I want that for you. I want you to experience it! Porn and fucking tumblr, they want you to be a bottom…think you have to be a bottom. It’s part of the fucking fetish, but I got you man! You’re gonna learn to fucking top, you’re going to learn to fuck like a man does.”
You know you’re not getting out of this. He’s not going to let you bottom. It’s either you fuck him or nothing.
“I’ve already done the work for you. Come on put your cock in me, man. It’ll feel so fucking good. There’s nothing like sinking your cock into a nice, warm hole.”
“Dude….its plastic.”
He groans, throwing his head back. That wasn’t the answer he wanted.
“Stop. It’s your cock, okay? You’re going to fuck me with your cock. And once you do, you’ll know what I’m talking about.”
He’s your friend. It’s fine if it’s bad, right? You keep trying to reassure yourself as you push into him, stretching him on the plastic your cock. And fuck yeah this does feel kind of right. Watching it slip in and out of him, hearing the way he whines and moans.
“Fuck…yes just like that! Your cock feels so fucking good.”
Were you really a bottom? Or did you just never get the chance to top because nobody thought you were “man” enough?? Or rather, they never pushed you to be man enough. Not until him.
love the idea of soothing someone into submission. you've had a long day, sweetheart, why don't you let me do the thinking for a bit? i know you like to be in control, but it can be exhausting. surely you've earned a little relaxation after all your hard work. don't you want to rest a bit? unclench your jaw, relax your muscles, let your legs fall open. i want the only thought in that lovely head to be how good you feel.
Lazy blowjobs while they're busy doing something else!!! Their dick can be just nice and warm and cosy in your mouth!!! And they just sometimes moan and twitch and gently caress your hair!!!
When I say "make me" I mean wrestle me to the ground with all of your strength and force me to comply. I mean pin me down with a boot on my neck, unable to move. I'm fighting back and scrabbling at you helplessly, but it doesn't matter. You tug down my pants roughly and wedge your hands between my legs, forcing them apart, then laugh mockingly. "This is the kind of shit that gets you off, huh?" And I spit out a "fuck you, asshole." (Or something along that line.) As a response, you slide two fingers into me and I let out a mewl of outrage, my struggles faltering for a moment. You sigh. "All mutts are the same once I find their bitch button."
one thing about me is that i make a mean cocktail. ever since i got into making them i've been able to intuit what tastes good with enough of a hit of alcohol so that it's not just fruit juice. so as assigned bartender i know exactly how many people have had.
i know how many it can take for you to get more suggestible. to lose some inhibitions. just enough to get sleepy and brainless enough that words fly when you dont mean them to.
i know many a boy who has come out to me as gay at the bartender's stools, so if you asked me to abandon my post to go fuck you, i might keep you waiting. just to make sure everyone's having a good time. just to make you beg for it even if you wouldnt have before. its so easy to break people like this, get them to admit what they want.
so come have a drink, maybe a hit or two. exhale slowly. and tell me everything that you thought you wouldnt say before.
You meet an angel. They're the most beautiful creature you've ever seen with porcelain skin and wings with feathers as soft as clouds. Above their head is a gorgeous halo of radiant light. You are immediately enraptured by them.
The angel is curious about the mortal world so you show them all around your street and take them home. You feel embarrassed by all of the kinky shit you have lying around but they simply ask what it is all for.
You explain in much detail as shame wells in your chest and your cheeks burn about how some people enjoy being collared like dogs and others like being struck. You show them your collection of cocks, embarrassingly describing how your people enjoy not only the cocks of humans but those shaped like animals and creatures of myth.
They ask if there are angel dildos, you reply no. They seem disappointed so you offer to let them wear one of your straps to see what it feels like. With some trepidation they accept and soon have a massive silicon dick hanging from their hips.
They ask what they are used for, and you explain. You even offer to let them try, climbing onto the bed and offering up your holes to them. It takes only gentle encouragement before they're slamming into you over and over, stretching you wide as you moan and writhe. They enjoy when you scream "oh god" (it makes the act feel holy) and their unnatural strength makes their thrusts so hard your eyes almost roll back in your head as you cum.
The angel then asks what happened and you explain. The concept seems foreign to them. Angels do not experience such things. At least, they whisper, not in their mortal body. They indicate their halo. That beautiful ring that seems to be glowing even brighter now. You reach up and touch it, and the angel shivers and smiles. Gently you run your fingers around the circle and they let out a whimper that almost sounds pained. You're touching the essence of their being. The body is a projection, the halo is their true self. Your fingers slowly wrap around the halo and their eyes widen and they push you away.
The angel apologizes, to hold them like that would almost be too much. It would feel like controlling them, and they only serve the almighty. You nod along as your mind turns. You spend some time running your fingers along the halo, even pressing a vibrating wand against it which makes them whimper and even let out the most beautiful moan that nearly drives you to tears. Every pose they make is a work of art. Truly they are divine.
You need them. Whether to free them from the control of an uncaring deity or just because you can't bear to lose such a precious creature. You need them.
You continue to edge the angel with toys and fingers and even lapping your drooling tongue along the circle. It tastes like fire and comfort and hope. Your drool turns to gold as it drops onto their face. Eventually you try again, curling just a finger around the rim. They whimper but at this point you had given them so much pleasure they don't, or can't, stop you. You tug on the halo a little and it moves weightlessly, their body following inexorably.
Previously you couldn't get the thing to budge if you tried. But the moment you fully wrap around it, it is yours. The perfect tool of control. And what's more the angel is staring at you now not with confusion or fear but with utter adoring lust. Their tongue is out like a dog. You pull the halo again, yanking hard this time. They fall to the floor beneath it with a yelp of depraved pain. The kind of sound only a pure being could make. The essence of corruption made audible.
You take a leash from your desk. Pulling the angel closer you open the clip and hold it to the ring. You close it.
The angel collapses onto the ground, grasping at their halo in utter and complete ecstasy. Their body convulsing as they moan and whimper and whine and beg and plead and lustfully demand. The whole time the leash held in your hand slowly turning from a simple chain of stainless steel into solid gold inlaid with the most beautiful designs. The leather handle turns pure white. The clip at the end is gone now, the chain is permanently fused to the ring about their head.
The angel relaxes, staring up at you now. Their face the picture of absolute adoration. Worship. Love. Lust. Subservience. You pull on the chain, bringing them closer to you. You grasp their halo and shove it against your crotch, grinding against it lewdly. Utterly claiming it. And then you shove them to the floor and tell them to open their mouth, before riding their face while holding that ring like handlebars.
Angels aren't like you or I. We stole our free will and made our own destiny. We are our own rulers. But an angel? They were made only to serve. They know nothing else.
So why not make them serve you? You'll never find a better fuckdoll.
i love love looove being an angel btw. I have pretty pretty wings and a biiiiig ole halo that sits at the back of my head (so u can grab it when you pin me facedown and violate me what who said that)
