girls with unethical kinks have more fun

kink blog, no minors. 23. it/he/she. tme genderfluid-nonbinary arospec bisexual. angel. doll. coyote. sex freak. disordered individual. icon is from pied avocet by sinke & van tongeren.

[pinnedangel]

you can call me angel, i am a sub-leaning switch vers. this is approximately one half hard kink blog, one half place for me to make posts for the sake of saying words in varying orders with varying levels of comprehensibility. everything you see is as much of a sex thing as it isn't. my icon is real bird taxidermy. blog runs on untagged queue, random flurries of activity, and occasional periods of total abandonment. mutuals are welcome to send me a dm or ask about whether i have any of their old blogs' posts, i will always enjoy trawling the archives. my personal tag is #saintly thoughts and my image tag is #angel sighting. the only images on there right now are fairly old but i'm hoping to change that soon :).

as an advertisement and warning, on this blog you may see posts about:

-consensual nonconsent, including content that directly refers to rape

-dubious consent, including intoxication and somnophilia

-corruption, mindbreaking, manipulation, gaslighting, and abusive dynamics

-experimentation (in the scientific sense) and medical play

-fearplay & snuff, including kidnapping/captivity, gratuitous bodily harm, and threats of death.

-gender play, in the sense of non-detransition related forced feminization and masculinization

-primal, predator/prey, petplay, and varying forms of furry stuff

-monsterfucking, oviposition, egg pregnancy and laying

-size difference and object insertion

-incest, ageplay, heirophilia, dollification, hypnosis, overstimulation and edging, exhibitionism, impact play, knifeplay, gunplay, general bdsm dynamics, and more.

these are some of the more regular topics, but this is not an exhaustive list. i've got a strange and fluctuous relationship to sexual desire and fantasy (who here doesn't), and sometimes these concepts are entirely abstracted and fully nonrepresentational of the kinds of dynamics i enjoy in real life. but just as often they're not, and i'm very interested in playing them out in scene. only way to know is to ask.

soft limits:

gore, necrophilia, tickling, boot licking/humping, cuckolding, cheating, violence that involves losing teeth, sexuality-breaking (besides straightbreaking), gendered supremacy, & scarification/tattooing

these are things you might see posts about occasionally but i’d prefer not to be engaged with on, unless prior discussion is had about them.

hard limits/filtered tags:

pregnancy/birth, lactation, hucow, piss, scat, vomit, abdl, armpits, detransition, misgendering, misogyny, feeding/feederism, feet, needles/piercing, bestiality, amputation, castration, extreme body modification

i’m not going to block you if you follow me and post about any of my hard limits. i follow plenty of people who post about some of them but post about other stuff i like, that’s why i have the tags filtered. i just might not follow you back if that’s your main focus. i pass no judgements on kinks as long as they’re between consenting parties and you’re not trying to put your kink content on the posts of people who don’t want it there.

i block ageless blogs and cishets who follow me, as well as those who post from a place of minority hatred, such as transmisogyny and fatphobia. use your common sense here. i'm not making a dni because they're largely pointless.

#🎥 is my tag for the conceptual abusive sadomasochistic forced pseudorelationship that i think about from time to time. my toxic yaoi so to speak. i like to collect posts that remind me of that dynamic or introduce me to new ideas i could take inspiration from when playing with my metaphorical dolls.

[pinnedangel]

in one of those "thinking about what kinds of kink i've been thinking about recently and why" moods and i'm slowly tying together various pins on the mental corkboard. hm. angelbreaking... having sex with someone/thing that doesn't understand what sex is... age regression.... parental incest... high control dynamics... captivity... someone doing what they think is best for me without my input.... playing with virginity and tightness/lack of prep... size kink... not only hole stretching but specifically someone else forcibly stretching my holes.... aha. i've got it. i'm getting really weird about sex that feels intense and violating as a deliberate choice on the dom's part to open me as the sub up to things i've never experienced before but will blow my mind. probably because i am very very slowly coming around to the other side of a period of extremely low sex drive and starting to think about the fact that i haven't actually had sex with another person in like three years and the sexual experiences i did have back then were deeply vanilla and nothing exceptional. i'm coming around to the idea of actually seeking out new sexual experiences (scary. bad at communicating.) but because of my lack of experience and the fact that going back and forth between depressed, busy, and uninterested has prevented me from even fucking myself with anything bigger than my fingers in.... somewhere between several months and a year? i'm scared of a) finding someone in the real world who is on my level of freak and not terrifying to talk to, b) the fact that i'm not entirely sure whether i still have testosterone-related atrophy, c) having sex that was not worth the effort of coordinating the sex, and d) the fact that i have genuinely only had one hookup and one sexual relationship means i feel like i have no idea what i'm doing. so naturally i want someone who i cannot say no to who will find me, approach me and initiate things, think it's hot that i'm scared and haven't done this before, and gets off on the process of corrupting me and/or stretching my holes in a deliberately non-vanilla manner. ........god damnit i'm just scared of only finding grindr cis tops who only see me as a receptacle to stick their dicks in again aren't i. okay cancel the psychoanalysis this one's a rerun.

[watersmoothstones]

captor who pretends to be a captive alongside me. they act scared, urging me to go along with orders i don’t realize are prerecorded. we fuck for the cameras, following commands, comforting each other when we’re allowed to rest. it takes weeks, months, maybe even years for them to slip up. and by then, i’m already bonded to them, reliant on them for pleasure and comfort. a little more gaslighting and I’ve always been their perfect little fuck toy, right?

[watersmoothstones]

My captor pulls me down onto her lap and bullies her cock into my tight, dry pussy. I don’t fight her, i know better by now, but I can’t help my small sounds of pain as she forces her way inside.

Once I’m settled down, she circles her fingers over my clit, slowly at first, then faster as I get wetter, as my whimpers of pain turn into moans of pleasure. She murmurs encouragement in my ear, “that’s right, angel, come on my cock, let me feel you clench around me, soak me with how much you love this.”

When I do she groans in time with the crests of my orgasm, hips hitching. She drags it out of me for as long as she can and I try, I try to clench and keep going, but when the overstimulation starts it’s all I can do to not flinch away.

She lets out a frustrated sigh and says, “that’s alright, I’ve prepared for this,” and pulls out the hitachi and a cock gag.

The gag scares me more than the vibrator because it means we’re not stopping. It means she’s going to keep me here, sobbing and screaming, and that she doesn’t want to hear me beg. It means she’s going to break me down so far that despite all my training she’s going to make me beg.

I can feel my body shaking as she slides the gag into my mouth, my hands trembling as she buckles it around the back of my head. She offers no soothing words this time, no platitudes. She’s upset with me for not milking her cock well, and I feel tears already gathering behind my eyes.

When she’s done, she pinches my nipple hard, nails digging in until I squirm and scream, muffled by the gag, and she moans in my ear.

The hitachi is too much for my over sensitive clit but she growls, “bear it,” directly into my ear and so I do. I come twice more, too fast, cunt throbbing, but not enough. How the vibrator itself doesn’t send her over the edge, I don’t know, but she’s always been stronger than me.

The fourth time, she wraps her hand around my throat and squeezes, the world going fuzzy and strange until she lets go and I come again. Next, she holds my nose closed and I thrash as tears roll down my cheeks and I gag on the silicone cock in my throat and I come as my vision greys and black spots block out the room.

When I come to, she’s slipped a finger inside me alongside her cock and it hurts. Everything hurts.

She has her phone in hand, texting with a friend, pictures of me and descriptions of what she’s done. The friend sends a picture back of a girl bound and splayed with clothespins holding her pussy lips wide.

My captor strokes my clit with her thumb and I can do nothing but whine through the gag. “I know,” she says, lifting her phone to take more picture of the tears running down my face, the stretch of my cunt around her cock and finger, the puffy redness of my abused clit. “But we’re not done, yet.” 

[uncleshep-deactivated20260225]

Kiddo who calls up their dad to pick them up when they’re drunk at a bar/party. They just don’t know who else to ask, who else to trust. Dad is admittedly a little annoyed because it’s the middle of the night and he’s an old man, but what’s he going to do? Just leave his baby alone while they’re intoxicated with a bunch of strangers? No way in hell.

So dad throws on a robe and some slippers and makes a beeline to his kid. He finds them in record time, drags them to the car, buckles them in, and goes on his way towards home. Maybe he’ll scold them, maybe he’ll just sit there silently like that’s a punishment in and of itself.

But his kid isn’t thinking straight. His kid just wants daddy, and they’re all over him. They rest their little head on his shoulder while he drives, they whisper and mumble into his ear, they let their little hands wander all up his chest and his thighs without a second thought…

And dad is struggling. On one hand, his kid is drunk and isn’t acting right…but on the other hand, he wants nothing more than to just pull over and rape his kid in the backseat like an animal. It’s so wrong to be aroused by his kiddo being intoxicated…but what is he supposed to do when they feel him up and suckle on his neck while he’s just trying to get them home safely?

His cock is aching. Oozing, even. But he refrains…only until they finally pull into the driveway of their home. That’s when he finally parks the car and pulls his kid over the center console right onto his lap, where he forces his tongue past their lips and licks their mouth like a man starved. Hands on their hips, breaths mingling into a symphony of moans. He can’t even wait to get inside to start sliding his hand under their waistband..

[watersmoothstones]

waking slow and groggy and still a bit drugged to a dozen hands gripping and groping and grabbing my very naked body.

it takes a moment to realize that i’m restrained, wrists and ankles cuffed, that i’m lying on a cold, metal table, that the hands are gloved with nitrile or latex, and the grabbing is actually prodding and poking and probing, measurements called out, pens scratching to write down numbers and observations. the fingers in my mouth are counting my teeth and checking them for major defects. the hand at my throat is measuring the circumference, and then the length, mapping out my arteries and trachea. the hands in most places are accompanied by instruments, whether tapes or rulers or calipers or blood pressure cuffs or whatever it is they’ve forced dry into my cunt to see what it can take without any preparation.

there’s an iv in my arm that i don’t notice until somebody begins measuring my palm and fingers, twisting me this way and that to make it easier on themself. pens scratch against paper as notes are taken, measurements recorded, observations dictated.

when they’re done, they leave all at once, the blinding lights blinking out into utter darkness, but for the tiny red lights on the cameras in all corners of the room, silence in their wake, but for the drip drip drip of the iv bag.

[watersmoothstones]

they start by training my throat.

my head is tipped back and strapped in place, a spider gag spreading my mouth open wide. a metal stand is brought close and a long, smooth, black phallus is installed at the height of my open mouth. the dildo has white markings on it indicating length. it’s slid into my mouth, my tongue pushed out of the way, until my throat seizes around it. they back it out just enough that my gag reflex is triggered only on my inhale, record the measurement, and leave.

i have no way to count time and therefore no way to know how long it takes, but eventually i adjust to the intrusion. my breath no longer stutters, my throat no longer clenches.

the scientists return almost immediately, noting down the time and duration, and then adjusting the phallus again, touching that reflex again, taking the new measurement, and leaving again.

tears and spit cover my cheeks. my cunt is pulsing between my legs. and it all begins again.

at the end of their experiment, when they remove the phallus, they clean my face with gloved hands and clinical efficiency. they don’t tell me the results of their experiment or what will happen next. they just resettle me on the table, check my vitals, my other restraints, turn the lights off, and leave.

[watersmoothstones]

they train my cunt next.

they start with a similar phallus except this one has no length markings. they set it up on a fucking machine and slide it into me dry, my legs spread wide and bound to medical stirrups.

the machine starts and i try not to whine with the pain of it because this time they don’t all leave. one of the white coats drags a chair over next to the machine, a clear view of the phallus thrusting in and out of my pussy. there’s another camera, too, aimed with a similar view but from the other side. the white coat has a clipboard and scratches notes occasionally, alternately fascinated and bored.

eventually the thrusting begins to feel good, easy, pleasurable. but i’ve learned from the throat test and i do my best to keep myself from moaning. from showing any kind of pleasure at the feeling.

it doesn’t matter. the white coat notices too soon and, as i’d feared, stops the machine to switch out this phallus for a wider one. they note the time, the new circumference, and turn the machine on again.

the stretch is just enough to ride the edge between pain and pleasure. i’m so wet that it moves easily, even as i struggle to handle the girth. again, it begins to feel good, so good, and again, the white coat stops the machine, changes the phallus, scratches out notes, and starts the machine again.

it’s not even edging, really. just a continuous stretching, wider and wider, feeling painful and pleasurable all the time, until it’s over. and it’s over remarkably abruptly. the white coat stops the machine, removes the phallus, pulls on fresh gloves to clean me up again, resettles me on the table, and leaves. 

[watersmoothstones]

i wake up bent over a raised table and immediately know they’re training my ass today.

it’s the same as with my pussy, but behind me so i can’t see anything. they use lube this time, to my immense relief, but absolutely nothing about it is pleasurable.

i don’t like anal sex, i’ve never liked it, and they do absolutely nothing to make me like it now. they simply stretch me wider and wider. i feel myself gaping open during every change, lube trickling down my thighs.

my feet dangle off the floor, cuffed to the table legs, my arms are stretched overhead and my wrists are bound to reinforced straps. i let myself cry this time and the white coat walks over once or twice to look into my eyes and scratch notes out onto the clipboard.

to my horror, my cunt begins pulsing every time they change out the phallus, the stretch reminding me of the stretch in my cunt or maybe just triggering some other kind of arousal i can’t understand. maybe it’s just the feeling of hands — even gloved and clinical — on my skin after so many days of isolation.

when the experiment ends this time, even though i hated it, i sob. i don’t want to go back into the quiet dark. i don’t want to be left alone.

but when i’m clean and resettled, the lights turn off and all i hear is the iv and my own shuddering tears. 

[we-have-black-marble-at-home]

my final act of love will have casualties

[angel0fdepravity]

Daddy telling you you’re still too little to shower alone! Daddy has to watch to make sure you do it properly

Shushing you when you say you’re doing just fine on your own but Dad wants to hold the shower head for you anyways!

Dad who takes over soaping you up because you “kept missing a spot” and grabbing your arm a little too tight “just hold still sweetie” “Let Daddy do it for you”

Until you’re whining cause Daddy’s hands are wandering down between your thighs and it tickes and feels funny when Daddy pushes a finger or two inside so you try and say you’re all clean but your Daddy just ignores you and keeps going until you’re whimpering and leaning against the shower wall and it isn’t until you’re shaky and breathless and that squirmy shaky thing happens that Daddy’s hands pull away

And suddenly you’re being bundled in a nice warm towel and patted dry and your heads spinning cause you’re still a little grumpy cause you wanted to be a big girl and do it alone but Daddy’s praising you and by the time you’re dry you just cuddle up with Dad and say

“Thank you for washing me!”

[elgrajaz]

Hogties are the worst,, I love to watch them struggle in it <3

[weaksspot]

if i could hold you for a minute

[devoutdaughter]

dad who's frustrated they've groomed you so well that it doesn't feel like rape anymore. annoyed that this impressionable, desperate, wide-eyed idiot's just too happy to be useful, to be wanted, to be loved. after all they spent so long telling you that this is how dads show love to their kids. they've desperately held back, gone slow, and been so gentle in an effort to make this sustainable.. make sure you won't tell, make sure you won't think anything is out of the ordinary. and you don't. your dad loves you and you're drunk on the attention and affection.

dad who's decided they need to see you scared, they just can't pretend anymore. so next time their cock is down your throat they ignore your tapping to be released. one hand firmly planted on the back of your head, and the other pinching your nose shut. you've tapped hard enough, repeatedly enough, there's no way they missed it. the promise dad made when they taught you to do this, "if anything ever hurts, or feels like too much you just give me a little tap and I'll stop," which they did, every time, is ringing around in your head. every time until now. and your poor abuse addled little head starts wondering what you did wrong. it has to be your fault, right? daddy wouldn't just want to hurt you.

you've been trapped, nose to their tummy, involuntarily gagging around them for what feels like forever when you start to register they're saying something to you. through your haze you hear bits of what they're saying,"stupid fucking kid.... doesn't know it shouldn't want to be raped.... little bitch... tell me to stop-" and with that they yank you back by the hair off their cock.

you're gasping hard and spluttering, both from the assault on your throat but also from crying. tears and drool are forming a little puddle by your knees on the floor in front of you. you know they were saying mean stuff even if you didn't really understand it. you could hear it in their voice. it felt like a knife to the gut. your dad kneels down and lifts your messy face up so you can meet their eyes.

they're smiling and it makes your tummy tie up in a tight knot. "wanna go again?" they ask, smiling so big it looks more like a predator showing teeth than actual mirth. the prospect lights the fear in your chest on fire and you're stammering, "no daddy not again why did why-" but you're cut off by your jaw being pried open and your mouth being stuffed again. there is an awful feeling ripping open your chest that you don't really know how to put words to. but this time dad is above you groaning, "such a good kid. so tight when you're scared baby, make your dad feel so good. so pretty with tears down your cheeks. my angel." so you push the feeling down, and try your best to stay conscious. it's making them feel good, and that's all that matters.

[circles-vs-squares]

Youre lying on your front, hugging a pillow. Your hips are in the lap of a large, hypnotically beautiful creature, her cock slowly thrusting into your dripping hole. 

It's so thick, youre so stretched and full you cant think.

You dont know its an ovipositor. 

Youve been fucking her for ages now, delirious from sex you have lost your concept of time. 

You dont know what she is, but she has markings along her back and arms that glow softly, she has musical tones on her breath as she groans, and she has a thick cock with a cross on the head that you kissed deeply. 

You feel her cock pulsing inside you. You are raw and sensitive and tingling all over. 

She grabs your hips and pulls you closer, deeper, she drags her nails along your back. Groaning happily, sort of like a panflute, she falls into a rhythm grinding her hips against you. 

You are so wet, shes fucked you so thoroughly its like youve conformed to her shape, your hole has been made into her perfect cocksleeve.

You grind on her, enjoying the extra sensation of ... uh, her cock must be thicker at the base. You decide you like that. Her hands on your hips dont let you go too far. She likes to be deep inside you. 

The odd sensation, and a small alarm in your mind, dont go away. As her cock gets thicker inside of you, she groans and gasps with effort that grinding shouldnt take. Horror dawns as you finally realise its an egg. 

You push onto your elbows to get up, but her hand between your shoulder blades says you cant. With strength you cant match, she clutches your thigh and drags you deeper onto her like a good bitch. 

You cry out with each thrust making you take the egg a milimeter more, pushing you closer to a limit - she doesnt relent. 

Even when you find the limit, when she cant make you take it any more, when it feels like shes slamming a knot that just isnt going to fit - she doesnt stop. 

Oh god, you cant take it. You cant. She leans down, gravity on her side as she thrusts into you, chittering softly. You are pounded by it, you feel your slick hole giving in a bit more each time. 

It feels inevitable, she thrusts and grinds it but her cock is so deep already. Its going inside of you, oh god shes going to make you take it! 

Her egg SLAMS inside of you, the shock makes you scream. The stretching of your lips was the worst part, but now you are full and its different. Your breathing is ragged, the pain and weight inside you is making you dizzy. 

She relaxes now, pushing it deeper inside of you with no resistance. Her ovipositor does exactly what it was always going to do, you feel the egg drop inside of you. 

You whine as your hole stretches once more, another egg at your entrance. 

She gives you 7. You didnt count on purpose, but they took all of your attention. 

The fifth and sixth were easy for her to force inside, but you screamed with the shock every time. The widest part of the egg never got easier.  Those were harder for her to deposit though, she was breathing hard and each stroke jostled the rest of her brood inside you.  

The seventh is the worst. It feels like the biggest - but youve thought that for each of them.

Weary, he changes the position, and pulls you on top of her. She wont let her cock leave your bruised, aching hole. You  see how the egg sits in her ovipositor for the first time, her cock swollen with it, like a threat. 

You feel it pressing on your sloppy hole and sob as you weakly slide down. Shes not even thrusting, its like shes taking a break. This one you will be taking yourself. Wont you, slut. 

Without her pounding, its the slowest one. You feel every ridge of that damn cock as you stretch and slip slowly slowly down. 

She thrusts upwards into you, she fucks you with the egg, dragging it in and out, deeper upwards each time. You groan weakly, her strong hands holding your hips tightly. Her ethereal eyes hold your gaze fast. 

You cry out as you finally take it. Her good little broodmare, taking her all eggs like that. She sit up a bit and strokes your face. You shudder with pleasure as the egg is pushed upwards, and finally it joins its bretheren. 

She pulls you aside and lays you on the bed next to her. You cant believe how heavy you are. Her touch is so soft and loving now. 

You cant believe how empty your hole feels as her ovipositor finally falls out. 

You gingerly touch your stomach, horror tightening your throat as you realise youre going to have to push all of these back out. 

You cant believe how wet it makes you.

[hard--byte]

i want you to have sex with me in the way that animal control captures a rabid dog

[dubiousdoobie]

[your-freaky-older-sis]

Very worryingly younger gf: You graduated in 2002? I wasn't even born then!

40 year old gf: C-can I...can you suck...will you blow mommy's...will-

[pinnedangel]

anyways emotional incest aside, i don't think jay was ever actually getting fucked or felt up by brook, because a) brook wouldn't have been able to conceive of their codependency as incestuous in any way, b) brook wouldn't have had any interest in gaining power or control over jay like that because he considers himself too much of a pragmatist about the ways he needs power over jay, and c) brook is straight to a toxic masculinity complex degree so he doesn't have any interest in that regard. but he was definitely up to some shit that wasn't exactly parentally appropriate simply because he did not see himself as occupying a parental role for jay. this is undeniably a man who accidentally had to give the worst sex talk on earth because he forgot whatever movie he threw on to watch with his (way younger than he should be) kid had a sex scene in it. and if jay didn't react badly to that, i don't think he would stop it at all the next time it happened. jay was raised on a lot of terrible horror movies, especially slashers, because that's what brook liked, and he definitely saw a good amount of bad horror movie sex scenes at a developmentally strange age with brook on the couch with him, or making food right behind him in the kitchen, or paying half-attention to the movie while fixing up some broken piece of equipment or tech or weapon on the floor next to him. i don't think jay would've ever been able to put anything together about all of this, on how it combined with the mess of emotional intimacy between them, how his world literally revolved around brook. and i don't think it would've come out of his unconscious in an obvious enough way to really freak him out, even when he was at the stages where he was learning how to masturbate or figuring out he was bi.

except i do truly think there was one time when jay was 21, a couple months after his first real boyfriend broke up with him, deep in a dissociative haze not directly caused by the breakup but certainly exacerbated by it, during the tail end of one of brook's concerningly long disappearing episodes where jay's vaguely starting to wonder if he's really going to make it back this time, where he just leaves work one night, ends up at a bar without really thinking about it, and lets himself be taken home by a man who looks way too obviously like brook. and jay's not a hookup person, this could genuinely be his first one night stand, but something about talking to this guy in the bar, a few drinks deep and certainly not all the way within himself, was just so easy. it felt right. like it was the only thing that made sense to follow him home and let himself submit to whatever the man wanted from him. and i don't think it hits him until after, some kind of cosmically fucked post-nut clarity, lying in bed naked and sticky with a stranger's cum inside him, a stranger who looks, maybe even sounds, just look brook. or, almost like a vision of brook from his childhood, the brook who was his idol, confident and charming, muscular and commanding, effortlessly funny and oozing cool, looking over at him with a casual smile and glistening with sweat like he's just finished lifting weights in his room. ...glistening with a sweat he just worked up thoroughly plowing jay into the bed until he could barely remember his own name. and he almost throws up right then and there, seems the only logical thing to do, but that would mean explaining it all, that would mean care and concern from this perfect idea of brook, of brook from when he was brilliantly everything, so instead, he just pushes it all down, makes some polite and distant excuses, and goes home. and then represses it for the next several years. i just think that'd be fun for him to experience. fitting, even.

[incubatorprincess]

plants which have evolved to have a very specific way of spreading their seeds. they have the most gorgeous, silky smooth petals, perfectly enticing to any fairies that may happen across it. maybe the fairy sits for a moment, maybe they even decide to take a nap, but its not long before the petals fold in on themselves, not unlike a venus flytrap, encasing the fairy within

inside the flower, aphrodisiacs flood the air as small vines wrap around the fairy, stripping them of their clothes and manhandling them into the perfect position for its pistol to penetrate the fairy's soft folds, pumping in and out until the fairy is a mewling mess, before it begins to pump the little fairy full of its seeds, stretching the poor things belly out obscenely until they can't take any more

once the fairy is filled to the brim, the plant opens up again and its vines retract. it'll be days before the fairy's body begins to urge them to push, plenty of time for them to fly (or, more likely, walk) far enough away to spread the plants far and wide