Your Faithful Sinner

-18 DNI, it/he, 21 my heavy k1nk alt :3

[f4ggy-s1nn3r]

MINORS DNI !!!! I WILL block ageless and under 18 blogs.

This is just a little introduction post for the time being. My main NSFW blog is @atroquinin3-my-l0ve . This is a side blog dedicated to my heavier kinks that don’t really fit with my main.

I’m 21. It/He, though I prefer it/its if you’re being dominant towards me.

I do my best to answer asks as soon as possible, though I might not be immediate. If I’m not interested, I might not respond to you, but hey, being mean enough will probably get you anywhere.

My interests for this blog:

- Sadomasochism [I am exclusively submissive, but I do have a sadistic streak of my own and enjoy sadism as a form of service] to many extremes. I encourage you to try and find the edge of what torture I’d stop considering hot, because I’m fairly certain I haven’t found it yet.

- Hierophilia

- Forcemasc/Forcefag

- Weaponplay, gunpl4y.

- Mindbreak and dehumanization.

- Free use/CNC

- Service submission & bootblacking

- Omorashi, golden showers, human urinal, anything in that realm.

Limits:

- Fauxcest

- Daddy/Mommy kink, even just the titles.

- Asking me to S/H or engage in ED in real life [fantasy is fine and hot, but I won’t engage in irl play with those elements]

- Misgendering kink/detrans [fine to claim I’m not a man because I’m a machine/object/thing/etc. but not fine to claim I’m not a man because I’m a girl/woman].

- Scat

Other details:

- I’m not a brat. I am an extremely service oriented submissive, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to get punished!! Treating what people consider punishments as rewards, or making up impossible tasks for me to fail and get punished for, or simply just going “you’ve been very good, however, I’m bored and want to hurt you so that’s what I’ll do” is ideal.

- I’d prefer my bits referred to as chest/tits/dick/cock/hole, or other more situationally appropriate words. Please don’t use clit/pussy/boobs/etc.

- I’m a gay man, but women are allowed to DM for play because I don’t necessarily see kink as “about” sexual attraction between play partners.

- You’re so allowed and so encouraged to call me names, bully me, say assorted mean things, give suggested commands, and make me miserable!!

- My safe word is: 🎯, you are also free to use it at any time if I ever make you uncomfortable or you’d like to pull out of character to talk about something.

<33 Thank you for reading!!

[f4ggy-s1nn3r]

Local freak has a lapse in judgement and becomes so insane and full of yearning that all the flesh peels off of its dying bones and pools into a rotten, living sludge, laying bare the most pathetic malformed lover squishing itself fruitlessly against the bars of the ribcage. Don’t worry about it, man. Happens.

[vamptits]

at least there's gay people

[vamptits]

and sadomasochism

[vamptits]

stop reblogging this without the sadomasochism this one is for perverts ONLY!!!!

[f4ggy-s1nn3r]

I love being in the midst of a severe depressive/dissociative episode, because I’ll spiral and suffer and agonize, and then suddenly I’ll be kicking my feet and blushing having forgotten about the problem entirely, because man……. It would be so nice if someone came and horrifically tortured me…….. put me in your cabin… make my death slow… <33

[f4ggy-s1nn3r]

Bring back unromantic cannibalism. Bring back loving the form but not the soul housed within, worshipping the waters of the flesh separate entirely from the man they sustain. Cannibalism as theft. Cannibalism as ascension, or liberation of the form from the spirit. Can we please tear at each other wildly? Can you please promise to butcher what I leave behind? Can I please lap at the erotic spouting gash you’ve allowed me into? Would you forgive my whispers of adoration, if you knew they weren’t for the electric pulse in you which beats out thought. Would you forgive me my indulgence? Perhaps it is romantic, in your allowing, in our agreement. Perhaps it is romantic in the balance we catch. I will never belong to you, but I’m no more free for it. Will you house my teeth? Haha. Anyways. Uhm.

[f4ggy-s1nn3r]

Underrated priest kink dynamic: the same, usual, repressed lustful priest who justifies his behavior under layers and layers, except he’s lusting after something higher. Genuine disgust towards his advances. Turn your eyes away, Father, or would you rather lose them? Do you so genuinely believe you were called to this? Have you forgotten how to repent? Have you listened to so many confessions, you’ve forgotten your own sin? Until he’s pawing and begging and not any less turned on about it, crying from the shame and still unable to hide himself.

Something something, insert your favorite non-sexual sadistic fantasy here, and imagine this poor wretch grappling with masochism being the only thing keeping him hard.

[ftm-oron]

I keep imagining someone tricking me into going outside naked. Just dare me to go out and give you a little show, then lock the door behind me. The backyard is fenced in, but I have to kneel on the deck in front of the sliding glass door to make sure the neighbors don’t see me.

You’ve been wanting me on my knees for a while, and now I’m here, smudging your glass and whining at you to let me in. It’s a perfect excuse to get me to wear that collar I’d been hesitant about before, and maybe a few other things while you’re at it…

[bunniope]

people complain about the top shortage but the REAL problem is that no one fw tops who can't host...we need a paradigm shift. bottoms need to start making money and acquiring a trophy top to keep on retainer *realizes this is really close to knighthood and i get so horny that my kneecaps explode* oughh

[f4ggy-s1nn3r]

Having my once monthly breakdown when my hormonal cycle hits in which I become convinced I need to go back to church and become consumed by religious fixations. Who want me :3

[f4ggy-s1nn3r]

What if I was an angel slowly falling from Heaven, piece by piece shedding off my feathers and watching my halo wilt and mold like something rotting. What if I held your face in my hands, and plead so gently for my form to be ignored. Please. I am not any different from you. I am here to save you. I beg for you to understand that we are equals, now, for just a moment. Cast out and abandoned, I cannot pray to God. I try with you, hands on your heart and liquid mercury in my eyes. The words sound hollow, flat, and the warmth that is supposed to come to us is missing. You tell me that you’re damned too, and I refuse to believe it. You mouth at my throat and kiss my shaky lips as I sob. You can be saved, I know you can. You lap at the tears as they fall. You pluck what few feathers I have left. I soothe you when you radiate with such emotion that I cannot comprehend, as violence and hatred are both still foreign to me. You allow my healing.

You come to me injured one day, such a gash in your side that I flutter and panic at the sight. You ask me if I can heal such a thing, and I do. It takes only drops of radiant, living blood to knit flesh back together stronger than it ever was. You take to pricking me with the same knife for every ache and pain. I understand. I do not begrudge you it. This anger, it is worsened by the pain, isn’t it? Though, it doesn’t ever seem to wane beyond brief moments. I pray for you again and again and again. When you sleep, I lay my head against your beating heart and mutter the words until you finally stir in the morning. You let me lecture you while teaching my hands how to explore your body.

My halo finally dissolves itself into sludge, one day. My wings are already barren from your plucking and pulling at them, of course. I weep for days unending. My tears stain your floor. You come to me with a new wound one day, just a bruise, but you pull your knife to dig at my fingertips anyway. The blood that spills is blackened and corrosive, agony on your flesh. I beg your forgiveness, weeping even as my tears run dry and useless. It’s alright, isn’t it? You don’t need my blood. I can still teach you. I can still save you. Right?

You’ve called to have me removed by then. Of no use, no purpose. My hands cannot heal better than the hands of men, and you’ve never had much use for those, have you? I worry for you, for your soul, even as you watch my hollow, rotten form sink to its true home. You never even asked about my sin. I wouldn’t have been able to tell you if you did. What good would it do your soul to know that love was my undoing? I carve what I remember of your face into the faces of every stone I come upon in my damnation. I hope you’ll never see them.

[b1tchcup]

my favorite tweet ever. Every time I go to find it I’m blown away by how few retweets it has

[forestdeity]

fighting to the urge to ask “what do you honestly think about me and please provide as much detail as possible”

[videolottery]

I’m chained up in a basement and tortured + bleeding but I’m not an emaciated little twink so no one even cared enough to jack off to it

[faithfucked]

roleplay orgy where we all wear bunnymasks like in fear & hunger and get high as hell and fuck like mad like them, too.

[i-said-im-a-fucking-star-deacti]

New ask game tell me how you would kill me personally

[yellowlikelemons]

Stalker Fantasy Ask Game

❤️‍🩹 - You may not be aware of me, but I am very aware of everything you post

🦷 - I'm considering starting a folder with all the photos I have of you you post

⛓️ - I've imagined taking you from your home by force to place you instead in mine

🌑 - I'd spend every night outside your house, staring in through the window at your silhouette against the light... if I could

🪡 - I want to crawl inside you and live among your guts <3

🔗 - Sometimes I watch horror media and imagine us in some of the roles

🔪 - It aches in me every day that you have a partner. I should be the only one watching, touching, knowing you.

💊 - The things I'd most like to do with you would break at least a few laws

🫀 - I'll never find anyone else like you, and that drives me up the fucking wall.

🩸 - I want to know everything about you, from your bloodtype, your favorite book, the colour of your underwear, your worst childhood fear, to your fingerprints, your phobias and sexual desires.

🥀 - I'm going to find everyone who's ever been loved by you, and I'm going to study their mannerisms, likes, and personality so I can mould myself to be perfectly appealing to you

🍷 - I should get you alone on a date with me, drunk and barely walking. You're so cute like that, giggly and barely coherent. By the time you've passed out i'll be carrying you, telling the barkeep that you've had a few too many, and me, your lovely partner, is bringing you home. Your new home.

💉 - I want to learn all about your history, traumas, addictions... then swoop in during a breakdown to be the perfect angel for you, the gentle savior you'll owe it all to. You won't be able to resist me.

✂️ - I'd jack off to the idea of maiming you with my dads powertools

📌 - If we were in school or worked together, I'd put creepy post-its in your locker just to watch you squirm <3

⚠️ - I want to know what perfume you wear so I can spray it all over my bed... it won't be complete without the scent of you intermingling, though

⛔️ - I'd carve my name into your skin

❌️ - I'd get your name and likeness tattooed on me

🚩 - No matter who you end up with, where you go, what you do, you'll never be able to scrub me off your skin.

[felidthing]

the world is so beautiful. theres sadists out there