Rose, 24, she/her, agender irl, misgendering myself here cause it's hot. transsupremacy enjoyer. i post hard kinks from both a dom and a sub perspective. On a break cause im not that into this kink atm
Cnc/Rape fantasies from dom and sub perspectives. tagged #r@p3
Piss kink fantasies. mostly drinking it and urinating on another as part of a dom/sub dynamic. tagged #p1ss or #p1ss drinking. no omorashi.
very very very rarely i might post fart fetish fantasies. tagged #fart #farting #farts. Basically I'll include any tags i can think of so if you have any variation of it blocked, you won't see that.
Detrans kink for FTM sometimes tagged #ftm detrans or #detrans. i will not post any mtf detrans content.
Consent:
This is a kink blog. You will see fantasies here that would be unethical to do irl. People still like to roleplay them. By following me or scrolling through my blog you consent to see these fantasies. It is your own responsibility to filter specific tags.
I also write these posts with the assumption that the people who read them are into them and therefore consent. If a post says "i don't care what you want/that you don't want this..." that is a FANTASY both the writer and the reader enjoy ROLEPLAYING.
About:
You can call me rose. For this kink blog i am a cuntgirl and use she/her pronouns.
original content is tagged #my stuff
irl gender: complicated. I'd say im agender.
This next section is in character:
I write these posts to please my transfem superiors and to indoctrinate other cuntgirls to serve them as well. If other cuntgirls don't know that their place is underneath a sweaty trans woman, i will have to take matters into my own hands and rape some sense into them.
cuntgirls are free use fleshlights/urinals for trans women. that is our lives' purpose.
Kinks/Limits
yes: transfem superiority, free use, rape (trans women to everyone else, me to other cunts), piss (in and on the sub in the dynamic), degradation, impregnation (not the following pregnancy tho, at least not explored in detail), cockwarming, musk/smells, incest
maybe/i usually won't write it: transmasc superiority, farting, occasional slapping and spanking, petplay, intoxication, spit, anal
DMs: you can message me anytime and don't have to ask for my consent to send porn or nudes (as long as it's nothing from the no section). I might not respond immediately. That doesn't mean i hate you, i just save my replies for times where I'm more inspired to write something hot.
DNI:
minors (if you do secretly look at my posts i can't do anything about it, but you don't get to grow up and then try to get social media banned because 'it traumatized you when you were 15'. You are responsible for your own experience on the internet. Block me.)
anyone who can't read and thinks everything i post is for real.
transphobes/trfs (even if you get off on being "corrected". if you genuinely hold those views irl you don't get to jerk off to trans people's fantasies in your free time)
cis men can interact but don't add comments that derail the content.
Tags
Original content: #my stuff
Personal/ out of character: #not a fantasy
Asks: #asks
Check the warnings section for specific kink tags.
Revolutionary. You've managed to read my pinned post. Anything else you wish to enlighten me about? That I'm into incest, perhaps?
But let's be fucking serious for a bit. When will you people get the concept of CONSENSUAL non consent into your heads? It's roleplay. What's the difference between me pretending to force my partner to do things we agreed upon beforehand, and me posting similar scenarios with tags and warnings you could have just blocked?
momcon concept (momconcept? momcept?): mom gets out of an abusive marriage and has no place to go but to move in with her semi-estranged daughter. they slowly begin to mend fences and grow closer, learn about each other as adult peers, share a bottle of wine, etc. turns out daughter makes her living writing 'romance novels'.
as she recovers from the emotional shambles of her divorce, mom inadvertently discovers that her daughter actually writes incest smut. specifically, mother/daughter smut. she's shocked, and appalled, and some other emotion she doesn't want to examine too closely. she agonizes over it for days. meanwhile her daughter is slowly opening up to her about herself and everything that's happened to her in the years they were basically no contact. daughter is oblivious to her mom's internal crisis. she's way too embarrassed to admit the truth. of course she doesn't like her mom that way, it's just a kink, but she doesn't want to have to discuss it, y'know?
mom eventually decides to read it. just once, right? rip off the band-aid, stare into the sun, then you can shut pandora's box forever. she makes a new email account. signs up to patreon with it. subscribes to her daughter's patreon, at the highest tier, of course. she still wants to support her.
she scrolls over the recent posts and freezes. looks like she started a new story recently, in which a divorced mom moves in with her daughter. her heart taps out a staccato rhythm in her chest. multiple mental impulses collide and fight a duel to the death in her frontal lobe, with the eventual victor reaching for the download button. uneasy curiosity drives her forward
...it's good. it's really good! she didn't expect to be enchanted by the characters, and almost without thinking about it, she keeps reading, pulled from paragraph to paragraph by the charm of the prose. when the first incestuous implications appear, she's shocked back to reality, or something like it. but she keeps reading.
the implications become overt, the subtext becomes text. she keeps reading. the young butch daughter presses her mother against the wall. she keeps reading. the daughter sinks her teeth into her mom's shoulder and runs her hand up her inner thigh-
she lies awake late into the night. trying to ignore the tingling between her legs. trying not to picture those scenes again. trying not to think about the fact that her daughter's lesbian incest smut made her wetter than her husband ever did. trying not to reach down and touch herself.
she can't meet her daughter's eyes over breakfast the next morning.
Breeding kink is hot but unfortunately technology's caught up with it. Thanks to modern birth control, whether or not pregnancy happens is completely up to the bottom. Like, oh my gosh, you secretly took off the condom? While I'm ovulating? Alright, I'll just get plan B tomorrow.
Really, if you wanted to impregnate me against my will, you'd be forced to abduct me and keep me captive for- Hey. Uh. So you're looking at me weird all of a sudden.
The thing is the knot wouldn't "slide in", though, would it? The cock would be buried to the hilt inside you and pump you full of cum and then the knot forms. If anything, the knot would slide OUT if you're both in a hurry.
Your little sister always used to steal your snacks and toys when you were children. Sometimes she didn't even eat the food and the toys were abandoned as soon as she stole them. She just enjoyed taking things from you, that's all there was to it.
It wasn't long until you learned all her hiding places and even came up with some of your own. When something was taken, you found it, retrieved it, and put it up on the high shelf her grubby little hands couldn't reach yet.
She caught on too soon. The next time you went to get one of your stuffed animals from their usual hiding place, it was torn apart. She had ripped out the stuffing and replaced it with a piece of your birthday cake that you had planned on saving. You begged your mom to fix it, to help, to offer comfort, anything that made you feel like you didn't deserve this.
There was no replacement cake, no alternative candy, no sewing and restuffing, and no consolation. The toy went into the trash, cake and all.
"She's still young, she'll change."
You stopped asking for things. For expensive things, at least. Your parents made you feel so bad for wanting things that when your sister would inevitably break them, it would still feel like it was YOUR fault.
You got your own place. Your own belongings. Things no one would break. Your sister was still finishing her education in your hometown. You didn't come home for the holidays.
"She wants to go to a concert in your town and hotels are so expensive, can't she stay at your place for the weekend? She hasn't seen you in so long, she misses you."
No.
"You know who payed for you to move there, right? At your age I got a job and saved up enough money for my first flat, instead of begging my parents for the first rent."
Fuck. Well, how bad could it be?
The wet glass shards remained on the kitchen floor until you came home from the grocery store. She hadn't bothered to clean them up, didn't even warn you when you were about to step into them. Just grabbed herself a new cup. You got a rag and a broom.
Things in the fridge were... Out of order. Nothing was missing, the things she had taken were within the expectations for a regular guest. But she had rearranged things she hadn't even used. Meal prep containers, sauces, fruit. Nothing was in its usual place.
The laundry room stunk of her. Just how long was that concert? Her outfit was still damp with sweat. Was she seriously expecting you to wash that? Did she even shower before lying down on your couch? No, she was lying on that couch completely naked, reeking of sweat and smoke. She hadn't used the bedsheet you provided. But you knew not to wake her up.
The next time you checked on her, she was holding one of your meal prep containers. The lid was off, some of it was missing, and she was aiming her rancid cock right into the middle of it, just short of actually burying it in the food. Her other hand was furiously rubbing the tip, drawing satisfied groans from her.
That's why the stuff in the fridge was messed up. She had been doing this to everything you had, and you already ate a lot of it. You barely managed to keep yourself from puking. The gag drew her attention and as she turned to face you, your hopeless expression pushed her over the edge and she unloaded her filthy spunk into your dinner, some roped flying over the edge of the container and landing on your kitchen counter. "Aaaahhh sis... I hope you like this one too."
STD kink under the cut you have been warned. Also mentions cutting
I can't deny that some of the appeal of street rape comes from the risk of catching something. I have a fertile cunt so pregnancy is an obvious risk, but I'll have 3 whole months to abort it if i really don't want it.
But sperm that carries a disease is a whole other story. Depending on what it is, I could be fucked for life if i don't go to a hospital immediately.
Just imagine a group of rapists that work to get you as dirty as they possibly can, shooting load after load into your cunt and ass, making you swallow filthy diseased spunk.
Taking razor blades to your skin, not deep, just enough to break the skin. Just enough to bleed. Then they rub their cocks against the area until they cover it in enough cockslime that it is guaranteed to enter your bloodstream.
When they're done you're covered in sperm and you can't stop thinking about how every single load you've taken carries one or multiple diseases, all of them are inside you now.
Rapist that actually listens when you beg them not to come inside, but instead they rub the tip all over your clit and labia as the cum flows out and seeps into your folds, then they align it with your entrance for the final spurts - but they don't push it in.
The woman who kidnapped me and relentlessly abused me over the last week for nothing but her own pure sadistic enjoyment took me out for a walk in the woods and unleashed me and told me to run!! I think shes letting me go finally :D
hey. shut up. i'm going to take care of you from now on. let me wash your hair for you. condition it. you have to leave it in for a while before you rinse. i'm going to take care of that. i'm going to brush your teeth for you. you don't have to worry about it anymore. i want to cook for you. you don't have to do anything. i know how hard it's been. you get to let it all go now. it's hard to pretend to be a person. i get it. i'll do all that for you. you don't have to-- stop, stop struggling. it's okay that it was too much for you. you don't have to try anymore. i can do it for you. i know you feel like you're supposed to feel bad about this but you don't have to. i'm making you, right? i'm forcing you to let me take care of you. you don't have to feel guilty. i'm forcing you. the personhood that never fit, that was too hard, i'm taking it away. you can just let it go. I'm going to take care of you. i'm going to take care of all of it. quiet. you'll get used to it. i promise.
