goes without saying, but minors DNI. i can't stop you from lurking, but if i see you interacting with me, i will block you.
about me:
haunted dollboy | bratty sadist | extremely normal about blood |
21 | trans man (he/him) | switchy sadist | vers | bisexual & aromantic |
favorite kinks:
bloodplay | S/M, impact, sensation, and sensory play | dacryphilia/crying | overstim & edging | bondage | dollification & objectification | praise :) | medfet, needles, speculums, etc | omorashi (not rlly into watersports otherwise) | somnophilia | brat taming | piercings, branding, scarification, and body modification | CNC | yandere/obsession
hard nos:
daddy kink & fauxcest (mommy as a title is fine) | misgendering & detrans | misogyny kink, raceplay, and other kinks involving real life bigotry | pregnancy | scat & vomit | humiliation beyond light bullying/embarrassment | mindbreak & bimboification | self-harm |
it's still okay to follow me if you post about these things, they're just not for me and i will likely not follow back.
notes:
-sadism is largely a physical and involuntary reaction to other people's expressions of pain for me. i like seeing people suffer physically over causing emotional distress. i like 'dark' things, but i want everyone to have a good time about it!
-i'm much more of a sadist than a masochist, but i do have a submissive side.
-i am open to flirting/sexting, but the main purpose of this blog is to find community and have a space to openly talk about kink, not to find play partners.
rules of engagement:
-asks and dms are welcome!
-please do not try to sext me right off the bat. i'd prefer to just talk as friends in DMs, especially if we have never interacted before.
-do not expect nudes or sexting from me on-demand, or send me unsolicited pictures.
-i post (faceless, suggestive but clothed) photos and explicit audios. i appreciate comments on them and am open to requests from friends and mutuals.
tags:
-i find kink interesting intellectually as well as sexually, so there will be posts that aren't pure jerk-off material at times.
-this blog is largely in the realm of fantasy and what i am willing to do in real life is not always the same as what i talk about on here
-leo.txt for original text posts, leo.mp3 for my audios, leo.img for photos of me. i also use "my writing" for some longform text, and "kink meta" for any particularly analytical posts
-i try to tag my most common kinks for sorting purposes, and anything with CNC, noncon or gore for filtering.
-if there is something specific you would like me to tag, please let me know. i have ADHD, so i can be a bit forgetful about it, but i will make an effort.
i think it's really cute how your voice changes a little when you're horny and desperate. beyond adorable. see how it's your fault that i like torturing you? you make it way too entertaining.
i would love to do an actual bloodletting scene once i have the proper experience and equipment. i do fear that "can i take a vial of your blood and then drink it" is like. hm. probably a lot. but someday. perhaps.
lazy Saturday morning omo where she wakes up needing to piss but wants to sleep in more, so she rolls over and ignores her need. every time she’s pulled away from sleep, she just readjusts herself, first simply laying on her side with her legs together, but soon bunching up her blankets tight between her thighs. eventually, her bladder won’t let her go back to sleep fully, but she still doesn’t want to get up, still wants to relax and doze off, so she pulls the covers tighter and crosses her ankles for good measures. the pressure her legs feels good when she shifts and squeezes, and she soon has to in order to keep control. subtle thigh clenching becomes occasional rubbing and eventually desperate little ruts while she pulls the cover tighter up. when it reaches the point of really urgent, the level of desperation where she knows she’s going to start leaking soon if she doesn’t bolt now, she’s muffling moans in her pillow and humping the blanket from more than just desperation. her thin pyjama shorts are wet long before she leaks, sticking to her quivering pussy and swollen little clit. every time it rubs on the covers, she feels herself pulse inside and add to the wetness. when she first leaks, she doesn’t even feel the difference because of how wet she already is, only experiencing a flash of heat before it joins with the rest. gasping, she crosses her legs, the cover still trapped between them, and hastens her pace. when the drops turn to full spurts, she only doubles down on her grinding. heat rises inside her with every thrust against the wet material and every pulse of warmth. there’s a growing wet spot on the blankets, one that’s approaching real troublesome to deal with, but she’s too turned on and too close to care. she keeps spurting, keeps humping and biting down breathless little gasps of pleasure, and every time it feels like a tantalizing glimpse of the orgasm building up. when she loses control for several long seconds, a loud hiss resonates and she almost panics, pulling the covers as tight as she can between her legs. the flow dims, is forced to stop by sheer pressure, she trembles, and then her muscles throb again, allowing another spurt out, and that’s when she finally comes. it takes her almost by surprise, and quite violently too. she gasps, tenses all over, and shivers, as her pussy uncontrollably throbs and clenches down. she humps hard and fast with no rhythm or reason, rubbing her clit right into the covers, as she squirts and gushes all over them. by the time pleasure starts receding, she’s shaking and unable to keep holding at all. she finally empties the rest of her bladder, letting go of all the tension in her body, allowing it to happen now that it’s too late anyways. she gently grinds through it, savouring the aftershocks and the relief of finally letting go.
seems like this Saturday will be a laundry day then.
Medplay but it’s a psychological checkup that is completed when tears are shed from pure embarrassment and emotion which is then followed by condescending praise for being taken apart so beautifully and becoming so weak.
I deserve a certain person holding me over their lap and beating my bare ass with a paddle, belt, switch, because they decided their hand alone is too gentle
when i’m really into somebody all i can think of is inspecting them. i just want to get to know every part of you. watch you start out nervous as you let me look all over you. lay you down and pull your clothes off. touch around your neck, your chest, your stomach. notice when you start getting more and more turned on, & then going slower and slower. hearing your breath shake. watching you arch into my fingers when i touch you somewhere sensitive. asking if it feels good. if you can describe it. taking my time, so when i finally ask you to open your legs, you’re so desperate you do it without a second thought.
