Y'all motherfuckers better start putting your ages in your bios I swear to fucking god
Hi, I’m Halo. I am a 26 y/o genderfluid mess, and use they/them or he/him. (Or it/its but purely in an objectifying way).
**Everything on here is fantasy and I do not condone in real life. Consent is mandatory. **
!Hard kinks ahead!
DNI: ED/thinspo blogs, MAPS/pedos, TERFs, bigots, cis sissies, anyone who thinks consent and aftercare are optional, ageless blogs. I block liberally.
Minors please dni. Listen, I get it, I was a horny teen once too. But it makes me uncomfortable and I do not consent to interactions. Please at the very least do not follow, like, or reblog.
Hell Yes: CNC, abduction/captivity, free use, corruption, intoxication, objectification, humiliation/degradation, hypnosis/brainwashing, dumbification, somnophilia, size difference, anal/painal, cumplay/creampies/cumflation, impact play (no punching/kicking), brat taming, incest/faucest, petplay, knotting, monster, primal, religion/blasphemy, unhealthy power imbalances, light misogyny (in that ***I ***specifically am inferior to men and only meant for fucking), orientation play, trans fetishization
Soft No/Only willing to engage in very specific scenarios: breeding, ageplay, piss
Hard Nos: gore, scat, puke, snuff, guns, deadnaming/detransition, ED/feedism, sissy/sissification
dad who can't stop reminding me i'm his son. always calling me his boy, sneaking in "little one", "kiddo", "bud", n "junior" into conversation every chance he gets <3 suffocating me with it and not giving me a chance to see him in any other light
something cool about queering your idea of sex is that you can walk out of a heavy make out session feeling like you had the rawest sex of your life. you can be sitting close at a bar kissing them and maybe you’ve found a way to sit so your knee is discreetly between their thighs and feeling the pleasure it gives them and then feeling them give that pleasure to you. you can be looking each other in the eye and you can feel them inside you from that alone. like you want to tear their clothes off and are hungry for the feeling of their skin and their closeness but even just this feels like heaven, feels connected to them in the deep place where pleasure comes from.
“When I was a dominatrix, I once rubbed balloons all over a man for seventy-five dollars. He would’ve called it sex. I would’ve called it work. It was mutually consensual, and I think we were both correct in our assessment.
If your sex is balloons, if it is blowing raspberries on your lover’s belly, if it happens fully clothed ir in furry costumes, if it happens in a group or alone — give it the same gravity, the same reverence or irreverence as all the tiresome scenes of heterosexual penetration we all grew up reading. … There is no marginal erotic unless you sideline it.”
Telling Dad your private parts hurt too much from last night as he unbuckles his belt, but he just groans and tells you to say it again for him as he lines his cock up with your tiny hole
very normal thinking abt cock twitching and pulsing while their balls tighten n flex from pumping load after load deep inside. very normal thinking abt them groaning while they give me a creampie they can’t resist fucking in deeper. very normal thinking abt feeling sore and stretched when they finally pull out and a string of their cum connects from their fat tip to my poor abused hole cause their cock still doesn’t wanna let go. yup very normal