: Mostly a NSFW blog, and most posts/reblogs will contain kink/para or otherwise "inappropriate" content. maybe vents/rants sometimes too. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. other than that I have no dni and block freely, respect your own. Inbox is always open! I'd love to hear from you <3
: Victor or Rot , he/it/thing , taken by my lovely @nauseatinglyalive and dear @centipedenis
: 18 yr old trans man boything , homosexual transsexual ambiamorous , com-c leaning anti, pro-consent propara profic , all that
IDs + paras + tags under the cut .
Disclaimer : I am not a Radqueer. I personally do not label myself as Radqueer because I don't fully align with it. However, I still like and use Cis/Trans/Tris IDs for a plethora of reasons :P (they're just fun)
HARD NO'S : Detransition/misgendering, Forcefem, Scat, Zoophilia, Pedophilia/underage. That's basically it, everything else can be expected on this blog.
Mainly into : petplay, fauxcest, cnc, medical/doctors/sugeries, piss, priests/religion, necro, erotic gore, intox, stalking, and breeding
wow you all really just want a dad to take care of you huh? dad w a soft stomach n stubble. dad who sleeps shirtless in just a pair of old boxers. dad who complains about every stray you bring home but you find him feeding them at night and coaxing them nearer. dad who almost makes you jealous bc why can’t he call you pet names too? you’d kill for him to call you honey in that soft voice,, pet your belly, let you sit in his lap. so obviously you start sneaking into his bed at night and it’s completely innocent! you’re just cuddling with your dad, nothing untoward here! and maybe you’re steadily making under the covers but it’s cold, that’s understandable. he never says anything about it, so you figure he doesn’t care. and one night he has a dream and you’re worried so you get closer. he’s groaning and making noises, it almost sounds like he’s hurt. you shake him a bit but he doesn’t wake up, just mumbles a little and pulls you against him. and apparently he wasn’t having a bad dream because he’s sleepily humping his thick cock against your ass. you obviously shouldn’t like it but it’s hot, and feels so good and before you know it you’re grinding back against him. just a little but the more you wiggle your butt against dad’s cock the louder he moans. it sounds so nice, dadcock grinding against you as he rolls his hips. it’s so good. fuck, it’s almost enough to make you cum by itself. but then he wakes up a bit more maybe? starts grinding harder as he tucks his head into your shoulder and mumbles something that sounds like your name. that does it, andyou tell yourself that he’s half-asleep, he’ll never remember anything, as you lower your sleep shorts so he can grind against bare skin. maybe a little so you can feel it even better, but that doesn’t matter. he starts really thrusting, and you hold your thighs tight together. every now and then the tip grazes your hole and you want to force yourself back onto it but that would definitely wake him up. you’re seriously debating if it’s worth it when he cums into your shorts, making satisfied grumbling sounds into your neck. you try to pull back a little, at least get your shorts up, but dad has a good grip and you don’t want to wake him up. what would he say? if he knew he’d rubbed himself off in his kid in the middle of the night? or worse, that you liked it? no, no way. you’d just wait for him to get back to deep enough sleep and then go clean up. except next thing you know it’s morning and dad is nowhere to be seen. your shorts are on, but there’s still a sticky mess inside of them. maybe you did pull them up before you fell asleep and just don’t remember. it’s certainly more likely that your dad waking up satisfied next to his kid, seeing the fat load on your shorts and putting them back on. that would be crazy! yeah dad would never do that, so you figure you just forgot and get up to change
i love the way our t-dicks slide together, slick and hot, the heads kissing with every grind of our hips. i love the friction, the way his cock catches on mine, the wet sound of our pre-cum mixing. i love how he shudders when i press us closer, the heat of his skin burning into mine.
i love the feel of his cunt against my shaft, the wetness smearing along my length as we rock. i love the way he gasps when i notch my t-dick just under his hood, the little jump of his hips as he chases the sensation. i love the rhythm we find, our bodies speaking a language only we know.
i love the way his thighs clench around mine, trapping us together. i love the wetness, the mess, the way his slick makes my whole groin shine. i love looking down and seeing the glisten of us both, the way his t-dick peeks out as I press the tip against his.
i love the burning pressure low in my gut as we rut, the way his moans get higher and breathier. i love when he wraps his hand around both of us, guiding the friction, his palm sliding over our heads. i love the broken sound of his voice when he says ‚fuck, yes, that’s so good.‘
i love the moment we both tip over. i love his shudder, the way his eyes roll back, the pulse of his cunt against my cock as he rides out the aftershocks. i love the way we stay tangled, still grinding through the mess, not ready to stop.
i love the the sticky prints of our hands on each other’s hips, his wet chest against mine, the slick sound when we finally pull apart. i love the way he looks at me with that grin, already reaching for my dick again, already hungry. i love that we never get tired of this.
Dad with his fat T cock thrusting against his son’s little budding cock, barely there. He’s just started T, he doesn’t have all the effects his dad has yet. But dad just coos at him.
“So small baby, such a pretty little cock for dad to play with. Don’t worry baby, I’m sure you’ll get just as big as dad, yeah?”
thinking abt submissive dads and sighing dreamily <3
going “what’s wrong dad?” all casual and sweet while i’m bouncing on it as fast as i can, soooo close to bringing him to yet another orgasm when he’s already so weak from being used. just cooing and giggling at how he falls apart and groans “fuck please no more kiddo” with his big hands gripping my hips shakily
ofc i’m not stopping tho ! dad’s a big boy so he can take at least one more for his baby , right? :3
testosterone is fucking awesome. wdym im hard AND wet rn. i can hump things like a mutt til my cunt gets wet n then use that as lube to jerk off my dick ??? transsexuals are angels.
forcemasc is wanting an older man with a deep, ruined voice to take you hunting somewhere cold enough that your hands go numb in his gloves. living together in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. him teaching you how to shoot with his arms around you, calling you “good boy” softly when you get it right. Being loved quietly like you were always meant to be a man beside him.
there's nothing quite like cumming while reading prayers.
feeling so connected to the scripture that i can't help but put a hsnd down my pants and pretend it's a holy man's hands there as he forces me to say all of my prayers before i can cum
Thinking about laying on a pew with my head in a priest's lap. His hands gently run through my hair. The quiet of the chapel brings nothing but confort. He quietly recites prayers to himself, but I appreciate them nonetheless.
Boyfriend who wants to show you off so badly that he starts filming you during sex. His friends are so excited to finally get to see how submissive and stupid you are. They all crowd around his phone to see him slap you with his cock, inspect your poor tdick while he neglects your pleasure. Maybe he fucks you doggy style and reaches his arm around to catch a video of your face while you finish.
You're his own personal pornstar. You're his friend's personal pornstar. It won't be long before they're in the room watching, before they're taking turns with you. It won't be long at all.
"Bad end" kink is really hot. I talk a lot about signifiers vs substance in kink, and I think bad end is another one of the weird examples. I tend to see bad ends not as a single kink but as a set is ideas associated primarily by their aesthetics.
The idea of this being an ending. A bad ending. You could have won, you could have escaped, you could have gotten out of here. But you didn't, you lost. You put on the collar and lost the ability to say no. You stared into my eyes a little too long and lost the last of your INT. You froze at the wrong moment and lost the most important fight. And now destiny is broken and you can't save anyone anymore, so you're just going to be my toy forever and ever now, okay?
It's fun. The idea of forever. The idea of endings. Don't you want to not have to fight anymore? Don't your want permission to just let go? Isn't loss seductive? I like the dialogue between what you're supposed to do, what you're obligated to do, what you're compelled to do, and what you want to do, what feels good, what you desire. It's interesting.
