Revel with Me

Call me Rev. Determined to make you scream. 27/stealthftm/he-him Submit to me 💛

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//REVEL IN LAVISH MISDIRECTION!//

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27/HE-HIM/STEALTHTRANS

A totally friendly unassuming person who wants to know everything that makes you, you. Regardless of who you are or what you hold, I'll probably love you for you.

I play, and sometimes, I am serious. Have fun finding out which you get.

I tend to always dominate, and typically always top in some form. Though, I am a switch, will power bottom, and on the rare occasion...I might become a feral sub for the right person.

I'm a stealth ftm transmasc. I usually don't tell people about myself unless I plan to be intimate with them, and well, here I am, telling you.

Lastly, I'm a workin' man IRL. I might disappear for days on end, but, I promise if you're patient, I can give you the attention you need. I do hope to make genuine friends out of some of you, more than just fuck buddies.

Yes: honestly, still exploring, so there isn't really much I won't try, and labels don't really fit me that well, But the basics: s/m, CNC, sleep play, pup play, stalking, control, anal, knife play, masked play, furry, obsession, worship, sadism, long form manipulation, reality play, intimacy, passion, breeding, deep love, insatiable drive, blood, t4t

No: scat,detrans, misgendering, belittlement(towards me), vore (cannibalism is fine), forcefem/frocemasc

*If I don't follow back, It's not personal, this is a side blog and I don't like my main blog being known.

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Let me rail you against a wall. Bouncing off my hips, mouth open, eyes shut, groans and whines leaving your body in desperation for a relase. My hips audibly slapping against your ass as my Tcock rubs on you, and my strap drives deep inside you. Stretching you as I bottom out. You can tell I'm using as much force as possible to breed you. Eager to fill you up with seed I'll never produce, but I still work for it like I could. Our sweat melts together, my claws clutching your hips with each powerful thrust. My own slick is starting to coat you too. The smell only turning you on more. Seem's I've gone feral and I won't stop until you're panting on the ground in exhaustion.

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Face fucking feels extraordinary when someone cares to do it right. Forcing my Tcock into someone's mouth, rutting their face as I grip the back of their head. Like a boy dog humping away for the first time. It's rare to find someone who gives a t dick love. If you can suck and lick and hold your breath for it, then maybe you'll be worthy of the entire experience. Maybe I'd reward you for such hard work.

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Your tdick rubbing on your underwear, hard and tender as it keeps catching the fabric, only making you want to rock your hips harder to feel it. You try not to make it obvious, but you're basically drooling at the prospect of my praise. One off handed joke I made earlier got your worked up, and now you're so wet and hard it's hard not to squeeze your thighs together. I keep glancing at you with a sly grin, or is it just a general friendliness? You can't be sure, but your mind is melting with delusion. What if it was my hands rubbing you, instead of that fabric? Or my mouth?

You can only fantasize, drooling with need from both ends, and desperate to get rid of the ache.

What a good pup you are. Listening to my commands about not touching me. It's like an itch that needs to be scratched, but you stay true, and stay in your place.

What a good pup you are.

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I've walked in the door after a long day working outside...I wipe the sweat from my brow, tossing my hat aside as I exhale the days exhaustion...

You quietly watch me continue my routine. Peeling my shirt from my sticky skin, and tossing it to the ground. It's obvious I'm in my own head. I'd never undress in front of you knowingly. Your puppy gaze only lingers longer, as my thumbs hook my jeans with the momentum that could rip them off. However my hands rest easy with my thumbs tucked in the edges. The knife you've heard so much about secured firmly to my side. If only it could taste YOUR blood too. Your brain begs me silently, pleading to be the one I mark with it. As I stand there, I rub the scars on my chest casually. I've finally relaxed just enough to take in my surroundings.

I still didn't see you though.

I eventually find myself sitting on the couch, I figure, might as well watch one episode of fast-food TV before I pass out for work again tomorrow. The days work creeps in, taking advantage of my comfortable state, I fall asleep, softly breathing as I'm lounged on the couch.

This is when you come out from hiding. You see I seem to have dozed off. Your little puppy brain goes a million miles an hour as you make your way over to me. So vulnerable as I sleep. I didn't even bother to check the closets when I got home. And now, you're here. Standing over my sleeping frame, one that seemed already worn from working so much. You only want to work it more.

Drinking in the rare sight, you almost make a move. Your hand trembles as it hovers meer inches from my face. You could be on top of me before I fully wake up. Take my knife, use it to make me love you. You could finally have me, and I wouldn't be able to stop you. Yet....

Your puppy brain knows, a Good Pup will always respect it's master. Your trembling fingers return to your own form instead, touching yourself to please the ache of what you can't have. You watch, keeping your whimpers quiet, every beg of my name, soft, just in case it wakes me.

You take this memory with you as you soon run off into the night. You got lucky this time, that I didn't see you. You know how badly it would of gone. How dangerous it could of been. The reality of what I am capable of escapes you though. Instead, your mind is filled with a lust undefined before. You are victorious, with at least the image of my vulnerable state burned into your mind as a reward for your snooping endeavors.

[rebelculture]

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You don't even get to watch as I strangle your lover~

You don't know that I'm holding her down in the alleyway outside our apartment and watching the life leave her doe-blue eyes. The spit running down her agape mouth, her eyes wide with panic. She didn't expect this out of me, either.

It didn't have to be this way, but you fell in love with her. She doesn't even deserve the eroticism of my blade. Much less the love you have to give. I don't do this out of arousal for her. I do it to punish you~

Now, You're going to listen to me.

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Write me an opening. 💛

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I can't even think I'm so worked up right now. What the fuck...

Care if I drive my claws or blade between your ribs for leverage as I fuck you?

[boys-who-whimper]

my dear anon recently threatened to tie me to a chair, and i couldn’t get the idea out of my head…..

seemed as good a time as any to show off my first lacy item that i just thrifted <3

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You're asleep as I rub my strap against your thighs. The sweet crease between your groin and inner thigh takes the brunt of each stroke. I clutch your chest, gnawing at your shoulder as my hips press against you, your ass firm against me. You are real in this moment. You are loved.

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I just want to tear a puppy apart, like they want.

watching my girth disappear into their T-tightened hole. Lubed up to feel the pleasure, letting them beg and whine for what they want.

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God, I want to tear you apart. Let my teeth graze your skin, gnaw until its raw. Bite at your throat and chest and hips, kissing your inner thighs and lapping at wet folds. To cover you in my spit, to mark you with my scent.

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As much as I love aggressive, no love, ravenous sex...

I want to see your face when Im intimate with you. I want to see how being with me makes your expressions contourt with pleasure. To see your mouth open as you gasp for air, eyes closed, your head in throws as your minds just experiencing me. Watching your eyes flutter open, glossy. Only to squeeze shut when you realize my eyes haven't come off you. That I'm staring so deeply at your expressions. The ones I worked so hard for. Listening keenly to your moans and cries. Kissing your neck or chin when you beckon my name. Maybe you'll even get a soft moan back, or a confident but loving smile. For your expressions drive me to fulfill my mission as your Dom, to make you feel so godly, maybe even equal to me. To be loved intimately, and with devotion.

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On your hands and knees in front of me, begging for any ounce of attention. I finally take a knee in front of you, being sure to push your face away as I get closer.

Licking my fingers before I force them in your mouth, inadvertently sharing a kiss as my spit mixes with yours. My index and middle finger pressing into your soft tongue, only sliding farther back to test your gag reflex. How much can you take, before you start to tremble and cough? Your eyes water, beads forming and trickling down your face. You had never thought to practice suppressing your gag reflex. I don't afford you much kindness or patience as I rip them from your mouth, the trail of spittle that still connects us growing thinner. It must be mesmerizing to fantasize what a real kiss would be like. I watch as you stare up at me, whining for just another touch, even if it hurts, it's a blessing coming from me.

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You're groggy as I approach you in bed. You're barely awake as my fingers glide across your skin. Your dreams mixing with reality as my digits slip places you never expected. Moaning softly in your sleep, you beg for more. You swear you'd never want this from me, yet you moan and beg. When you finally come to reality, I'm holding your face into the pillow. My hips drive into yours, splitting you open, legs wide as I work for your screams and cries. You feel me get rougher as you scream how good it feels. You never thought you'd let yourself go, to be out of control. But for now, you let it happen, sweat pouring down as the rhythm of our hips sets the tone for the night.

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You're my pup.

Pressed hard against a wall, my hips and shear force is what keeps you pinned against it. My hips pound into yours over and over, stretching you and filling every inch to satisfy your desires. You can't escape as I snarl into your throat, chewing at the back of your neck. Your skin raw from my licking and chewing, aching for any release as I continue to wear you out.