DNI: MINORS, ageless bios/blogs, blank blogs, if you're not attracted to men, if you're over 20 years older than me, if you're bigoted in any way (including TERFS piss off).
Welcome to my blog! I'm Billy, 21, trans (he/it), omnisexual, polyam, T4T (but not exclusively).
Please send me asks!!
Stuff I'm into (kinklist for a detailed list, other hyperlinks are blog tags)
-Vampires, blood, gore.
-Praise, mutual masturbation.
-Hands, masks.
-Somnophilia, cnc/biastophilia, stalking.
-Monsterfucking, beast/feral, predator/prey, puppy play, and breeding.
-Sadism/masochism.
-Knifeplay, gunplay.
-Autassassinophilia, erotophonophilia, necrophilia.
-Fauxcest.
-Corruption, Hybristophilia.
-Scream 1996, a special interest that borders on kink tbh.
-Size.
Anything I post about is fantasy/fiction only.
I'm bad at tagging so don't follow if you don't want to see anything in this list.
Hard no: misgendering/detrans, vomit/gagging, scat, abdl, intense gore, disordered eating.
He’s cute I wanna force him to feel so much intense physical pleasure that he thinks he’s going to die and then make him cum harder and more than he thought was possible and then make eye contact with him while I lap it all up real slow off his naked body and make it so he thinks about me every time he gets hard for the rest of his life heehee
(in an effort to flirt with you) I get hard when you talk down to me and hit me a lot and I whimper if you treat me like a dog . I also have an earnest demeanor and a beautiful soul
it's not just about getting knotted. it's about being fucked hard and fast by something that's not concerned about anything but it's own pleasure. it's about being mounted and stuck in place by a knot that keeps you pinned under a panting animal. it's about the helplessness when it gets bored and tries to pull out and you're just being pulled around by your soaked cunt until it finally pops free and leaves you dripping with cum and completely brainless
i love corruption soooo much there is something so delicious about slowly working to adjust somebody's morals. fucking dogs is bad. getting fucked by dogs is bad. you already look at furry porn though, don't you? you like the concept of a knotted dick divorced from the actual animal? it's okay, it's a grey area. hey i know this porn i'm showing you is feral stuff but it's still just fictional so it's fine. 3d stuff is fine too, it's still fake. even the super realistic stuff where it might as well be a real dog. it's all fake don't worry! you can watch that woman get fucked by that dog guilt free <3
hey, you're staring at that dog cock really hard... you've really never thought about trying the real thing? ever? not even one fantasy? let's look at some more while you think on it
did you know that you can straddle a girl's thigh to force her legs to stay open and hold a vibrator against her clit until it's puffy, extremely sensitive and throbbing in a way that reverberates through her entire body? more importantly: did you know that that's the perfect moment to pull the toy away and slap her cunt really hard while telling her how pretty she looks?
but, just to soothe her, you need to get between her legs and press your tongue against her clit. she's going to cry and whine and try to push you away but you can ignore her, she knows her safeword and is perfectly aware she could stop this whenever she wants but she... doesn't. anyway.
(tw : dc!! sex work, free use, stuckage kinda, incest. i won’t hold you, this is gross all around.)
ok so. reader who works in one of those reverse gloryhole establishments. you know, the ones where people are stuck in a wall, top halves hidden behind it and bottom halves exposed for free use. it’s a bit of a kink for you, and the money is good. you get paid to just lay there and be licked and fingered and fucked without ever having to see anybody’s face, it’s a win-win for you honestly.
the longer you work there, the more you begin to recognize your regulars. there are a lot of faceless holes to choose from, but they always seem to beeline it for yours, and that’s flattering in a way. obviously you can’t see them, but you’ve learned to tell who they are by the feel of them, or by their little routines (one seems to enjoy just rubbing himself on your clit until he finishes, another comes near the end of the night to clean you up with his mouth and bust in his own fist), or by the way they sound when they cum.
but there’s one in particular that really interests you.
for one, his cock is huge. the first time you took him you thought you would break. he was slow and gentle about it though, got you nice and lubed up and fucked you open on his fingers when he realized you couldn’t take it right away. rubbed your thighs with those big, rough hands of his in encouragement the whole time he eased in, inch by agonizing inch. since then you’ve gotten used to him, and thank god you did because now when he gives you all of him you see fucking stars. you can always expect to have an orgasm when he comes by. he fucks you so good, you almost wonder why he’s coming to an establishment like this in the first place.
the other thing that mystifies you is you’ve never heard his voice. not a groan, not a curse, nothing. you spend a lot of your time laying there imagining what he must sound like. every time he empties himself inside you (he never does it anywhere else) you’re always hoping this will be the time that he makes some noise for you.
and one day, he finally does.
it’s a weird day. you slept through your alarm and were late for your day job, you made a small screw up that your boss was particularly ornery about, and to top it all off you got a call from your dad right before walking into this seedy side gig of yours. you ended up unloading on him about your day and he called you “sweetheart” in that sympathetic dad voice of his. it made you feel a little guilty. a little gross. you ultimately tell yourself that you’re an adult who needs to pay rent, and what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
it’s a damn relief that your favorite regular eventually shows up. you could use the release after the stressful day you had. and he gives it to you, multiple times. he’s really hogging you tonight, making you cum on his fingers and his cock like this is more about your pleasure than his. it’s like he knows your body so well that he can feel the tension of the day wound up in it.
with all those orgasms he’s given you, you’re extra sensitive. extra wet. he’s stretching you around his cock so good and hitting that spot inside you with such force that you know this next one is going to be different. he spits down on your pussy, stroke never faltering as he begins rubbing circles into your clit with his thumb. you’ve never squirted before but you’ve heard enough about them to know this feeling.
he pulls out when you do it. plays with your cunt and strokes himself as you gush. you make such a mess that you can hear it splashing down onto the floor below. it’s the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, pleasure wrung from your body so throughly that you feel you should emerge from the wall and thank him.
through the haze of your aftershocks, you hear his voice for the first time. gruff, encouraging, a little proud.
fatherly.
“that’s it, sweetheart. good job.”
your stomach lurches with an all-consuming, abject horror.
your favorite regular — the one whose cock you think about when you go home, the one whose touch you imagine when the other clients aren’t doing it for you, the one who makes you cum so hard your body tingles for hours after — is your dad. he has been your dad this whole time. and as he slides back in and resumes the pace you’ve come to know so well, you are helpless to stop him. helplessly trapped in this wall for the duration of your shift with your dad’s thick, warm load steadily dribbling out of your pussy.
okay but confusion is really sexy right? “what are you doing to me?” “wait, fuck, why does it feel like that?” “i didn’t know i could do that?” "how did you get my address anyway?" "holy shit is that thing loaded?" etc etc
How’s my “pullout game?” You mean the game where you desperately struggle and beg and plead and try your hardest to get me to pull out, and I try to pin you down and cum inside you anyway? I’ve never lost yet. Why, do you want to play?
Pathetic boys should really be getting bent over the edge of a bed and brutally fucked with a toy that’s simply too large for their little cunt until they’re wailing and sobbing
see i do actually think that "rape where the victim ends up liking it" is hot but i think everyone does it wrong. it's about having your sense of self so utterly destroyed by such unbelievable violation that you have no choice but to love the thing that hurts you, lest you feel nothing about anything at all. it's about the humiliation of becoming a husk of your former self who's willing to beg for the worst thing that ever happened to them to continue, to happen again. do you see what i'm talking about
you should keep me drugged up, chained to a pipe in your bathroom until i'm losing my mind from the boredom and biting my arms just to feel some kind of stimulation. make me sleep on the cold hard tile and wake me up by splashing me with cold water. you can do whatever you like; threaten me until i cry, piss on me, rape me, take out all of your frustrations by beating your personal, whiny little punching bag. i hope the days blur together into a slurry of release. when my nose is bleeding and my eye is pretty and blackened and my ribs are throbbing and my skin is bruised purple and red, i'll thank you, i'll clean your boots with my mouth, i'll savor the taste of every unidentifiable pill you place on my tongue (and your thumb, while i'm at it), and i'll wonder how i ever survived outside of this room, without you. you changed my life.
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