@roseblog-rog alt for hard kinks that are too hard for main (sorry im a pussy fellow paraphiles 😭)
THIS IS A KINK BLOG
any pronouns, also like the neo set bloom/blooms/bloomself
same rules as main apply: i dont do hookups, dont come into my dms immediately looking to be horny with me or ill block you. i may be insanely horny on here but im still on the aroace spectrum ya goofs Ɛ:
this blog will probably have bl00d, snvff, r@pe, dehumanization to an alarming degree, zo0philia, necr0philia, sh kink, and other “evil” stuff
when i say evil i am not condemning myself or others for these kinks, i just think its a silly word
original posts tagged as ‘#bird screeches’
and if this blog repulses you enough to unfollow my main, well, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
anyways yeah, enjoy my fucked up traumatized mind (in a sexy way)
There’s something so special about getting punched in the gut to me. Any way you do it is so entertaining. My tummy is so soft and vulnerable, that even just a few soft blows can disorient me.
You can overstimulate me by lightly focusing on a specific area, especially if it’s bruised. The constant hits turning me into a cute pliable little thing. It feels so good to lose myself in when the pain turns to pure bliss when I get fully to sub space.
You can take your time to punch my skin raw. Really get in there until I’m begging you to stop, and then some. Praise me after I stop writhing, tell me that you need to hurt me for my own good. I’m better like this. The better I am, the faster this will end.
You can hit me like you hate me. Punch me because you need to see me hurt. Tears are just the beginning. It would take a lot of strength from me not to puke after enough. Strength that I don’t have. Hit me like it’s the last thing you have after I took everything else. Hit me like I have to pay.
There’s also the benefit that I sound really cute. Fucking hit me alreadyyyyy
I’m a 21+ girl boy thing lesbian, but honestly if I vibe with you idgaf what you are.
This is a kink account. No minors.
I’m a sadomasochistic with a bunch of shit wrong with me, but we move. I’m into knives, impact play, intox, cnc, and a lot, lot more.
I am not into force feeding, cucking, and vomit, but that’s subject to change. If you send me stuff like this tho I’m just gonna block you.
This blog is gonna focus on a lot of heavy kink stuff, and like I said earlier, there’s not a lot of stuff off limits. I’m really bad at tagging stuff so, keep that in mind if you’re gonna follow.
One of my other big kinks is corruption, and I seem to get worse with each passing week.
I’m a switch with a heavy bottom preference. Despite being a subby pathetic mess most of the time, sometimes I have to scratch an itch of doing the hurting myself.
I’ll be trying out having asks on but I might turn em off if I don’t like them.
So forcefem is an expression of control, right? Control over your gender, your expression of it, your appearance, your body.
I'm saying no. You don't get to choose, I do. I do, and I choose you're a girl. To an audience of trans girls, it's a dream, when living in a society that crushes any femininity and any girlhood, to have it not just affirmed but pushed on you is freeing.
You don't have to fight. In fact, even if you fight back, I'll still make you a girl. It's the necessary counterpart to what society does to us.
So I know my audience. I know you want it. Where is the control, then? If you don't want to leave, is the fact that you can't leave even relevant?
Of course it's hot. It's really hot. These are things you've been shamed and beaten away from. I'm making you face the naked truth of yourself and making SURE you enjoy it. You can't hide from yourself if I don't let you.
But you want it. You deeply, really, really want it. You fucking yearn for it. It's probably the thing you've wanted most in your fucking life. The force is really just pressure. A friend helping you do something scary. A partner holding your hand. It's effectively the same thing. You want it so fucking much.
You want to be a girl. You want to have these things, but it's fucking terrifying and shameful and hard. Being forced is easy. You don't need to take the first step. You don't need to take any step. You just sit your ass and enjoy it. You enjoy being a girl, and for once you don't have to deal with all the hard shit.
And I mean. You deserve that. To be fair, you deserve that. After being beaten and shamed and hurt and broken you fucking deserve all the steps to be taken for you. You deserve forcefem. You fucking do. You deserve to be yourself without having to fucking fight for it. You deseve to explore yourself with a helping hand.
I don't care about that, though. The rest of this post is about CNC. Don't read if that's not your thing.
I don't care that you deserve it, that's the thing. I mean that's cool and good for you. But I don't give a fuck.
What I want to do is to make you a fucking girl. I want to reshape you, painfully, excruciatingly, without giving you any choice. To make you into something else, what I want you do be, my fucking thing. I don't fucking want you to do any self exploration or reflection i want you to be fucking girl and to be a girl in the way I fucking decide.
I mean of course I could make you like it. I could make you deeply fucking want to be a girl, to be my girl. I could make you yearn to be in the shape I want you. I have that power over minds. I could make you like it.
I want it to hurt. I want you to not want it and for it to fucking suck. I want you to fight back like you mean it BECAUSE you fucking mean it. I want you to cry and bite and scratch and feel how fucking powerless you are. The thing is that you want it. You want to be a girl.
I could make you not want it. I could reach in your head and change the thing that makes you a girl into something that makes you a guy. It's been done before, and I've certainly done harder things. So sure. Except I have something called "fucking morals". I may be evil but I'm not doing that shit.
So I'm gonna smile and agree. Of course I'll forcefem you. Of course I'll help you be a girl. Of course I'll do your makeup. Of course I'll inject your estrogen.
And then I'll go too far. You can always go to far with someone. There's always a point that's too much. It's just a matter of getting there. An amount of girly that feels too much, that doesn't feel nice in any way, not even in the embarassing way.
And if I can't find it, I'll go further. I'll make you my bitch. I'll find any fucking crevice of force, of pain, of use that feels like too much.
This is where the fun begins.
It's going to hurt. It's going to be too fucking much. You'll beg to stop, beg and say that it hurts. You'll feel like you're about to throw up but your thoat will contact painfully. Every single inch of your body will discover a new fucking pain. Something excruciating that you won't be able to put into words. Something that will follow you every single second of your life. Even if you somehow manage to get away.
But you won't. And this is where the real game starts for me.
I can keep going. I can keep finding new pains, and press harder on the old ones. I'll try new things, make sure you can't recover properly from each wound. You'll carry with you a little map of all the ways I hurt you. Though, preferably not on your body. I actually need that.
You'll flinch at certain noises. You'll find yourself crying uncontrollably for reasons you don't understand. You'll feel the days going by faster and faster. You'll live snapshots of old wounds at the least convenient times. You won't even notice how much you're forgetting. You'll barely notice what happens around you or to your body. You'll see things you know you don't want to see everywhere. You won't be able to escape yourself.
There's only so much hurt you can hold in one head. At some point it has to break, in some way. This is the last part. This is where, once I'm done breaking you, in every way you can concieve and then, so, so much more, when,
You're going to start failing to be yourself. Failing to be anyone. You'll hate yourself and hate what you can't be. You'll hate me most of all. But you'll stop being you, progressively. No matter how hard you scratch you'll start loosing grip on what you could have been. Then, my work will be complete.
rape and nonconsensual touching but it extends into the aftercare.
youre angry at them and scared and flinching and after what they just did to your body you can barely stand on your own but when you can you try to shuffle and crawl away from them. you dont WANT them to bathe you, theyre probably just trying to wash evidence off but youre weak and shaking, you cant really fight them off. they grab you by the crook of your elbow and drag you to your feet, hauling you into the bathroom while you stumble or even drag uselessly behind them. you curse at them half heartedly when they drop you into their shower. you sputter as the water comes on, too cold and unexpected. they set up a chair near where youre sitting and roll up their sleeves, take a handful of your now wet hair and drag you to them. you shake and flinch as they drag you over, hands covering your face like theyre going to hit you. instead they just start to wash your hair. you freeze under the gentle touching, struggle to connect this behavior with everything else thats happened tonight. the water is warm now and theyre cooing at you and telling you you were good, you didnt behave yourself but you still made them feel so good and youre such a good pet, or you will be once they break you a little further. you sit there dumbfounded and humiliated as they talk to you like a child or a scared animal. you dont notice your shoulders relax or how youve started leaning into their hands, but they do. they mutter vague sounds of approval at your submission, the first time youve behaved all fucking night. as soon as they finish with your hair they move to your body, gently lathering you with soap while you try to hide yourself. one smack to one of your bruised wrists is all it takes to get you to stop covering up now. the violence, the violation, the beating, the tears, and now the warm water, the whiplash, the soft touching, the confusion, its all made you so pliant. you dont say anything when they take extra care to wash your holes. you only shoot them a look when they say “good as new, like nothing ever happened.” they turn off the water and wrap you in a soft, fluffy towel. you look shell shocked and they cant help but laugh that now and only now is when you want to disconnect from your body. once it feels safe. they scoop you up and take you back to the bed you were just violated on. talking down to you as they put you in pajamas and bottle feed you water like a sick lamb, first manhandling your limp spacey body into some underwear youve never seen before (did they have that waiting for you? how long have they planned to do this to you), then a tshirt. they chide you when you dont move to help get it on yourself. clicking their tongue and telling you “arms up” like a child. you move sluggishly and hesitantly but do as they say. they put the shirt on you and kiss your head, thanking you for being so good. you feel sick. they maneuver you into their bed finally so that they can hold you to their chest. as you start to drift off in spite of yourself, they whisper “dont even think about running off tonight. you havent seen anything yet.” in your ear
rgrrgrgrgr... need a fat sheath that doesn't fully show how stupidly big my dog cock is... need someone to think "oh it'll just be normal dog sized, that's fine, i can take it" and then get deeply startled at the feeling of it against their hole...
need them to gasp and try to scramble away, only to have sharp teeth threatening them and a low growl, keeping them still while i force my way inside jaggedly. it's not cruelty, i'm a dog after all, i don't care know that it hurts, just that it feels good to finally find something that fits my fat knot.
need to leave them sobbing and gaping open, hole drooling copious amounts of doggie cum, wrecked for anyone other than me...
baby boy, you got it all wrong! the fact that i’m sucking you off doesn’t mean you’re in charge. you’re not in charge of anything—at least not inside this room. your pretty cock is in my mouth because it’s pleasant for me, because i get wet when i feel it twitch on my tongue. i’m doing this because your moans are so sweet as you desperately try to thrust yourself into me, seeking whatever i have to give you. and don’t even try to grab my hair and force me to swallow you deeper—it will only get you punished and restrained. i fucking own you. you only get to cum when i say so.
i put a hex on you tumblr. 100 years of paraphile tranny filth. i curse your url. i curse your ip. you will never be profitable. 100 years fat tranny CNC intox fantasies. you can scrub us all you want but you will never be clean enough for the investors. 100 years tranny therian piss. 100 years tranny jailbait knifeplay. you will never live to see your domain sanctified. i hex you tumblr. die with me. die with me.
i curse tumblr to an eternity of kid sister grooming and getting mounted by your dog and tgirl psychological manipulation and mutual codependent abuse forever and all the trannies on this website will love it and each other and you will never be profitable
bet you’d beg cutely for me to get him off you before he knots 😁
trying so hard to push him off of me but he’s too big and strong to get away from so i resort to begging his owner to get him off of me instead but you just watch with a smile on your face as his knot pushes in and fills me with dog cum 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫
