Gender? Fluid. I'm a fag but gender is fuckery so who cares!
If you are uncomfortable with the following kinks, it would be best for you to either make sure you have the tags blocked or have me blocked:
CNC, Hypnosis, Violence, Stalking, Kidnapping, Blood, Oviposition, Watersports, Free Use, Blackmail, Vomit (no visuals), Daddy (Title), and more! (Link)
However, If you do like the things I post, consider buying me something!
Please Praise Me (or be mean, either works)
Do Not Interact:
Racist, Nazi, Zionist, lgbtphobic in general (including against contradictory labels, neopronouns, and xenogenders), anti-alterhuman or kin, minors (it's a full block as always)
Limits: (if it is tagged, you are fine to interact. If your blog fully centers around one of these, you can rb from me but i probably wont interact with you. Kinks listed below are not moral failings.)
Incest/fauxcest, Scat, Detrans, Misgendering
Interaction Boundaries:
- I am engaged! I will more than likely mostly post about Sir (@ferventfagdyke) at this time, but we have our two lovers who will end up being talked about on here! 💚
- Asks are totally fine, I love a good amount of fun and teasing. I have some rules: I will not call you Daddy or Alpha. I prefer people I don't know stick with "masculine" ways of referring to me. I don't care if you call my shit a cock or cunt.
- DMs are mutuals only 💚
- I love a good recommendation. Blog, fic, etc? Send it on over ^_^ Don't be shy~
Imagine getting high with another guy, passing a bong back and forth as smoke curls between the two of you. You’re already high, so it’s far too easy to just happen to accidentally take too big a hit, coughing and choking as your lungs burn with smoke. It’s so easy to just lean into the gentle fingers petting through your hair, brain sluggish as you try to gather your thoughts, strings of drool dripping from your lips, dotting your thighs. It’s all you can think to focus on before his cock is shoved down your spasming throat.
"Bark for me." "Crawl for me." "Play dead." These are all good, don't get me wrong. The specific, discrete act that you must choose to commit, the humiliation and acute self-awareness, the flush of embarrassment once you've done it and you realize it felt so good. I'll eat it up, of course.
"Very good, that's a good dog. Now pant for me." Breathing itself is the bridge between volitional and autonomic. You must always breathe, but if you tune into your own breathing, it can be willful. Tongue hanging out, mouth open, eyes glazing. You're driving your blood oxygenation down, you're making yourself dizzy with need.
But most of all, you're turning your brain off. Some background processing becomes dedicated to harnessing this automatic process, and you could go on panting like a dog for me for a long time, couldn't you? It's so easy to start, isn't it? Just for a moment at first. But then longer, more frequently. In private, sometimes even in public, if no one can see. Before long, it's a habit. It's so easy to breathe like a dog for me. It's so basal, so pervasive, you might as well just be one at this point. Isn't that right? Good dog.
If you're a really good puppy, I'll give you a special treat where I choke you until I let you breathe again, and you'll be sooo happy to have the chance to pant like a dog! 🤗 You'll say, "Thank you, I'll love being a dog for you!" while the world tilts and spins back into focus, your words slurring as you pant around them. Isn't that right? 🥰
hrt will have you in some kind of werewolf curse like "you're gonna get hairy and regularly want to destroy a dinner for 12 on your own oh and also if you don't jerk off for like 8+ hours straight at least one night a month you'll be gripped by madness or something idk"
my asks are anonymous !! my dms are open !! I'm asking, begging for rape threats !! I need you to send me paragraphs of how you plan on breaking me, raping my cunt or ass or throat, humiliating me !! if you think it's too far, go a little further, just in case !! ignore my kinks, just focus on yours !! how would you use me ?
He’s not sorry, panting against your ear and whining as his hips rock against yours, you’re still half asleep. Still barely registering the sound of his voice filling your ears and his cock stretching your cunt.
He’s not sorry, but he says he is.
“ ‘M sorry, ‘m so fuck-ing sorry- Oh fuck, you feel s’ood. Gonna, g’na g’na cum. G’’na c-UM.” He sobs into your neck, fingers threading with yours as his hips still, cock nestling against your cervix and balls drawing up as he cums. It’s so thick and warm, has his mouth opening with a shuddering groan and drool slipping from his mouth to smear across your shoulder and his cheek.
“ ‘M sorry, fuck ‘m sorry. You’re dreaming, fuck, you’re dreaming.” He whispers in your ear when you stir just a little, hips still rocking against yours as he coaxes you back to sleep.
He’s not sorry, he does it every night.
You sleep through it all, simply waking up the next morning aching and sore, greeting him excitedly as he thinks about the cum nestled warmly in your cunt. Thinks about how much he can’t wait until you slurp down the dinner he’s given you that has crushed birth control and sleeping pills mixed in so that he can repeat the process all over again.
Thinks about smearing your creamy cunny with more cum as he uses your used slit to clean himself, apologizing for the mess and rubbing his finger over your clit to watch his cum be pushed out by your slick.
He’s not sorry and he never will be.
He hopes you wake up one of those days, mewling at his cock stretching your little hole and beg him to stop so he can watch the way your mouth gapes and defeat glazes over your eyes as you feel his cum fill your insides, so he can apologize and whisper how much you wanted it, how you were just begging for it, wearing no clothes to sleep like your whore cunt wanted to be filled and raped, and how he needed a release, needed to give in to his temptations, whisper that he’s sorry but you feel so good hugging his cock.
Comfort you as his thrusts resume, rhythm matching that of your sobs as you feel your body rock with the force of his thrusts. Shame overcoming you as you hear the wet schlick sound of your cunny growing wetter at the feeling of his cock raping your cunt. How you whine and cry for him to stop, to pull out this time when he warns you he’s cumming, feels your tears salt his tongue as he licks them from your cheeks when you cum too.
Trent Reznor: *Practically having sex with the microphone in stage, moaning as he sings* Hnnng Gotta go faster, don’t slow down, put it in me harder,
[Artist’s note: this song is not about sex but is rather an elaborate fictional story about a man in metaphysical crisis fighting the war against the extinction of humanity,
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