🔞Decayinica🔞

🔞18+, MDNI🔞 || ⚠️garuteed Content warnings; watersports⚠️

[decayinica]

Hello and welcome to my introduction post

In this post I'll go over;

• A bit about me

•NSFW topics I might post

• (⚠️?) About my suggestions

Hello, on here, I go by decayinica, call me decay for short if you wish, or make something up! If you know my main accounts, no you don't 🤫

I am 18 and I am Agender, I'd prefer it if you don't use pronouns on me, instead, replace it with my name; "have you heard of decay? Decay posts on tumblr."

If you INSIST on using prns, they/them.

Topics I might talk about on this blog is majority going to be Watersports in combination with other things. Why? Because I enjoy it. Don't like don't read!

Now about my suggestions, I have the Anon possibility off for my own personal reasons, but that doesn't mean your asks have to be public; you can suggest me any NSFW ideas, AND if you specify "I don't want to be public" I'll post it with text at the top; suggested by anon

that way you're still anon to everyone else.

I won't judge anything that'll be suggested.

[decayinica]

18+ MDNI, wireplay

WIP of a new fic.. wireplay, but agressive and violent..

And also Ambutex in a medibay closet

[decayinica]

18+ Mdni, watersports

Mmmm, I really need to finish my Texaid watersports fic so I can write ambutex watersports and other kinks mixed in. ❤️

I can't stop thinking about certain scenarios, like hear me out, ambulon being an autobot since the war and they sneakily meet up. Vortex has the wonderful idea to make ambulon drink a lot and hold it throughout the fighting, in the end he ends up immobilized from the pressure in the middle of the field. Than he bursts, infront of his allies and his enemies (+ Tex ofc)

Ambulon is mad humiliated and starts crying

[decayinica]

⚠️ Watersports+ there's technically also petplay 🔞

Part of my Texaid minific that I am very proud of 🤤 (WIP+might change)

"C-curse you." He sobbed through a moan, rolling his head back, finally deciding to sit upright—fully seating himself comfortably on First aid's leg while his spike pressurizes.

And not just his.

The ends of first aid's lips curl upwards by a little, his own spike throbbing, pressing hard against his spike housing. Taking in every detail of Vortex voiding himself, the way the waste slid of his own leg, the way it's made his armor shiny. But especially, the way it hisses and splatters on his leg and collects itself in a growing puddle on the ground.