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Spit On Me (Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Fem Reader)

My first fic but this man has me in a chokehold so I had to. Hope you freaks enjoy and please leave feedback!

Big thank you to @ghoulphile @acapelladitty and many more for the inspiration!

18+ Only!!

Summary: It's not what you know, it's who you know. You're a bounty hunter with big dreams, wanting to climb your way to the top and be the best of the best. When the opportunity to bag the biggest bounty arises you drag an unwilling Cooper along for the ride.

Warnings for smut: Spitting, spanking, biting, mild degrading, sub/dom dynamic, begging, teasing, hair pulling, p in v, fingering, dirty talk.

Reputations are a funny thing. You could be on top one moment and down in the gutters the next. Unfortunately, even getting on the ladder at all was a challenge.

Being small in height, and slim built is far from threatening in the slightest and you knew it. Stealth and speed are your advantage, often taking enemies by surprise or using the environment as a shield. It's shame so few of your strengths were so effective against feral ghouls, or radiated beasts who could smell you from a mile off. You had to pick your battles wisely or the wasteland would swallow you whole.

When you weren't picking up small bounties or scrap you spent most of your time in your little shack in Filly. It was cosy enough, for a junkyard shack, holding just the essentials. Enough to eat, sleep and make chems for your drugged up customers. But you wanted more. A big ol mansion, or hall. Something that screamed "I'm powerful, don't fuck with me!"

Maybe one day. Maybe you'd bag a bounty big enough for that reputation, maybe you'd sell shit loads of chems to that cowboy ghoul and buy your way to the top. You scoffed at the thought, doubtful. He may be the most skilled bounty hunter in the region, but he wasn't that loaded. Truth be told you greatly admired the ghoul, his badass attitude paired with the cowboy style fascinated you. But you knew he underestimated you, just like the others and you were determined to change that.

A foul burning smell snapped you from your daydream.

"Shit!" you hissed while lowering the heat of the chem station, and frantically grabbing the glass tubes of suspicious liquids away from the flame.

You sighed deeply, another batch ruined. For days you had been cooped up like this, waiting for that damned ghoul to show up and collect his order. But you just knew the moment you take another bounty he'd show up. So you stayed, waiting patiently as the bounty board racked up new targets.

Deciding you'd had enough you pulled your dusty jacket over your shoulders and marched out the door to the bounty board. Just checking it wouldn't do any harm.

Your ragged boots kicked the dust as you marched up to the dilapidated bounty board. To your surprise it seemed quieter than usual, only a few odd small jobs and one hefty one which had been up for weeks. You first thought someone posted it as a joke, no way would anyone be crazy enough to take down the biggest raider settlement in the Wasteland. Even more unbelievable was the reward: 10,000 caps and an entire estate! The client must really despise raiders to give up so much, or the more likely theory-it's a scam.

"I sure hope a sweet little thing like you ain't thinkin bout that big bounty there" You spun round, already grinning at the sound of his voice finally

"where the hell have you been!?" you greeted him cheekily. He shot you that charming smile as he stood beside you, reminding himself of the absurd bounty. "Ain't no way that's real!" you exclaimed

He thought for a moment "Not a solo job but it's doable, that's why no one's taken it. Don't wanna share the reward" he explained, gloved fingers resting in his belt loops.

You thought to yourself for a moment "Sounds like the client just wants the raiders gone, why not just lure a few ferals or a deathclaw in and watch the fireworks? Or a mini nuke would wipe them out..." you trailed off strategizing the easiest way to commit mass murder.

"You're damn viscous, ya know that?" he almost sounded proud

"We could do it" you blurted out, he laughed

"Now that's the funniest shit I heard in a long time!"

"I'm serious, Coop! You're a skilled killer, I can make deadly explosives. We sneak in, plant the weapon, sneak out, watch the chaos unfold from afar!" Your ambition amused him, he sighed

"Gimme my chems and I'll think about it"

"Yes!" your eyes lit up, finally a chance to learn from the best.

"That ain't an agreement, sweetheart" he playfully clipped the back of your head with his gloved hand before turning towards your shack. You rubbed where his hand smacked, wincing at the sudden jerk he gave you.

"Well while you're thinking about it" you jogged up to him "I'll be picking up my mini nukes to wipe this raider settlement from the map"

He scoffs "And what happens if I say no to this little adventure of yours hm? You gonna take the big bad raiders on all by ya lonesome?"

"Oh you're not going to decline" you state matter of factly with a sly grin.

"And what makes you say that?" He asks with growing suspicion.

"Who else do you get your chems from, Cooper?" He halts in his path so you seize the opportunity to block him.

"That supply you're collecting is my last batch. It'll last a week." You lied. Of course you had more but he doesn't know that, and you never gave him a reason to not trust you. "You think you can get more by the time you turn feral?"

He scowled knowing he was trapped "vicious little thing" he murmured.

You loved the control over him and revelled in it as you started your journey together with spring in your step, while he grumpily marched beside you.

Days and nights passed with you trying to learn new skills from the ghoul. You were less subtle about it than you thought and he caught on quick, teasing you for your lack of skill with a gun, or how your small frame made it harder for you to carry heavier loads. It infuriated you which he found entertaining, He'd call you "Sweetheart" or "Darlin" to make it worse and he'd flash that charming smile when you got flustered.

Finally the settlement came into view. Considering it was raider territory it was incredibly well built. Realisation sets in that you may have underestimated the scale of this job, even with Cooper by your side, the sheer volume of the task was becoming apparent.

He saw your fright and chuckled, thinking he had won.

"I'm not going back" you stated defiantly before he had the chance to speak.

"Didn't think you would, darlin" he whispered. you shivered not realising how close he was. You thought he hadn't noticed, but he always noticed. At first he expected to be like your babysitter, but the more time he spent around you the more he realised how skilled and independent you really are. He'd grown closer to you in the few days you spent together. And more fond of having you as his companion than he'd care to admit.

The pair of you spent the day scouting the city, planning your move and finally preparing your chems and ammo.

"The fuck are you doing?" Cooper questioned, slightly bewildered as you began to remove your coat and leather armour.

"Can't hide with this shit on! I'm like a shadow, a silent assassin, ya know" You explained as you turned your back to him, throwing your dusty jacket to one side revealing a black skin tight catsuit underneath. It hugged your small frame perfectly, revealing the curves of your tits and ass. Cooper had took pleasure in making you flustered for days so you purposefully took your sweet time removing your pants. Catching a glimpse of his eyes as you threw your pants with the rest of your discarded clothing, you were shocked to find a positively feral gleam in his eye.

"See something you like?" you teased, he groaned in response turning away from you with a glare.

"You ought to think real hard before teasing a man like that, sweetheart" he threatened. You simply giggled in response, thrilled with the effect your body had on him.

You tossed your pile of discarded armour at him with a remark to keep them safe with your pack. He raised a brow in question.

"I only carry my chems, pistol and blades on a job"

His eyes widened

"Damn, Darlin you really are crazy"

You grinned slyly at him.

"Just good at what I do. Besides I have my big bad ghoul to protect me" as you said it you realised how flirty you sounded, he brought out a seductive side of you, and you adored the new found power it gave you.

"Plus I'm loaded with chems" you said as you took your first bout of Med X.

"Ata girl" he laughed watching you get your first hit.

Entering through an air vent you both quietly made your way through the small space, making sure to give your tight ass a little wiggle knowing Cooper was right behind you. You moved easily in the small space while Copper had a harder time being quiet. Eventually you came to the end of the vent where you both could see into the heart of the city.

To your surprise the raiders had created an entire civilisation, with power and water supplies and food.

"Look" Cooper came up behind you unexpectedly, sending shivers down your spine as his warm breath grazed your cheek. He gestured to what can only be described as a market. The centre of the city.

"That's where I plant the explosives" you exclaimed.

"There's still too many raiders around, and with all these lights I'll be caught before I even reach it" You spun round to face him, he was so close you were practically kissing.

"I'll cut the power, cause a scene and distract them all" His hushed voice snapped you back to reality.

You nodded in agreement "And we escape back through here, but if things go tits up just get out anyway we can."

"You got it sweetheart, now show me how good you are" he knew you better than you expected having only travelled together for a few days. Motivating your competitive side and need to prove yourself sparked a fire in you and he grinned at how fickle you were.

The plan was in motion, you stuck to as little shadows as you could and took your time careful not to be seen while Cooper, true to his word shot up the power cables and caused havoc below. The shadows gave you confidence and moved as quick as you could only taking a matter of minutes to reach the centre where you skilfully planted the explosive and set the timer to blow. Wasting no time you climbed and ran across the rooftops back to Cooper who actually seemed to be enjoying himself. Through the flashes of gunfire in the dark you made out the cowboy silhouette and watched from a far as he gunned down his enemies,  it was incredible to witness, the precision and fluidity of every movement. You caught yourself swooning before diving in to help. Dancing around him in the darkness, the raiders around you dropped like flies but realisation sets in. You both got carried away and in a brief moment of silence as you felled the first wave of enemies, you looked at him in horror. The bomb was about to explode. He grabbed your wrist hard and you both ran for the vent.

Your heart raced from the adrenaline and the chems were beginning to wear off but you couldn't stop. Crawling back through the vent was a struggle and as the bomb erupted, violent quakes made the metal fall apart beneath you. You both rolled across the dust and used the momentum to scramble to your feet before desperately fleeing from the radiation spilling over the walls.

Once a safe distance was reached you fell to the ground, panting hard, a satisfied grin plastered shamelessly on your dirty face. You looked up at him to find him breathing heavily too, smirking at you, pride gleaming in his eyes.

He tossed your pack at you "Vicious thing" he drawled, slowly, teasingly.

You blushed turning away to hide your giddiness. As you began to raid your pack for water you caught a glimpse of a shadow beneath the cloud of radiation in the city. You both watched as it grew,

"What the...?" you trailed off unsure of what exactly was happening until Cooper enlightened you, voice full of alarm.

"It's a feral horde, we gotta move darlin, fast!"

You took a big gulp of water before scrambling to your feet and throwing your pack on your back. Coming down from your chem high made every movement hurt, your muscles ached and your lungs burned from running.

"Cooper...wait!" you gulped down as much hot air as you could between yelling.

"Ain't got time, darlin they'll be on you sooner than you think!" He marched on.

"No... I mean....we can't lead them back to Filly!"

He stopped in his tracks realising what you were saying.

"They've got...my scent...they'll follow...I can't"

"I know Sweetheart, I know." He seemed almost caring as he approached you, thinking rapidly for a plan to get you out alive. You couldn't run far in your state, and your body can only take so many more chems before they break you. With the first wave of ferals rapidly approaching Cooper dragged you to a nearby apartment block, barricading the way as much as you both could before climbing the stairs. The pair of you hurried into the nearest room with a door and barricaded that too. You collapsed into a tattered old armchair taking a moment to examine your surroundings. The exterior wall was almost completely gone, exposing you to the elements. Thankfully the room wasn't too high, a swift jump and you could reach the next rooftop. Cooper interrupted your thoughts of escape by draping his coat across your shoulders in an attempt to smell more ghoulish.

"You just smell too damn delicious" he sighed before checking the door for sounds of ferals.

"But where did they come from!?" You asked, desperately wondering where your plan went so horribly wrong. "Radiation from a mini nuke don't work that fast"

Cooper shook his head in response as he approached you "They must've been underground or somethin"

He tensed up suddenly, putting a gloved finger to your lips to hush you. Despite the danger you faced the temptation to take his finger into your mouth with your tongue was strong. You controlled yourself but a light dusting of pink crossed your cheeks as your mind delved to filthier thoughts. Pulling you out of your imagination, he gestured for you to stand and come closer to him. His back against the wall as he listened, he pulled you close to his body and wrapped you in his arms, covering you with his scent as much as he could. But the ferals still lingered. You could feel your heart beat quicken being this close you him, you looked up at him a foul thought crossed your mind but it could work, and with no other option you demanded in a hushed whisper.

"Spit on me"

Taken off guard Cooper smiles that slanted grin that makes you tingle.

"You don't know what your askin for, darlin" he whispers.

"I do!" You clench your fists into his shirt pulling you closer to him "Cooper spit on me...please?" You sounded so desperate, the worst part was you wanted it even without the ferals chasing you. You wanted to be controlled by him and hearing your own desperate begging turned you on even more.

The ferals creeping behind the door grew restless, clicking louder and more frequently than before.

Cooper curses under his breath before leading you to the crumbling wall opposite the door. He thrusts you against it arms on either side of your head preventing your escape, not that you wanted to.

"Watch my back, Darlin..." he whispers as he brought a gloved hand towards your face, his thumb pulled your chin down to part your lips.

"...And open wide"

He smiled as you obeyed, blushing at the shameful act and how much your pussy throbbed from it. He hovered above you slowly, painfully letting his warm saliva drip from his chapped lips and into your open mouth. His fluid mixed with your own as you swallowed with ease.

"good girl" his voice was a hushed whisper and that comment alone made your knees weak. How you craved being tormented by him.

You're so flustered and distracted by his taste you didn't notice the silence that came over you until he mentioned it.

"Think your filthy little plan worked" he mused, pulling away noticing your pained expression as you lost his touch and the warmth of his body. The cool air snapped you back to reality, regaining control of yourself you glared at him, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. You yanked his coat from your shoulders and tossed it back at him in defiance. He chuckled at your attempt to regain control, both knowing you were completely at his mercy.

"Now lets see if we can't collect that reward" he said, making his way to the nearby rooftop.

Finally just as the sun was rising you're given a moment to revel in your achievements. He caught the gleam in your eye as you followed him.

"Gotta admit, you're a hell of a hunter, darlin!" He stated, you smiled with confidence.

"I aint just a pretty face ya know?"

"Yeah..." he eyed you greedily from behind "you're a vicious little freak"

His crude comment made you stumble slightly and he laughed. You blushed, embarrassed at yourself for getting flustered so easily around him. No one had ever made you so excited before, or made you feel so attractive. There was an undeniable spark between you, and Coopers relentless teasing amplified it. But you were just as bad, using your body to make him fantasise over you. Cooper couldn't help himself, it had been so long since he had his way with such a submissive little freak.

You were on the move all day, having not slept for over 24 hours now, exhaustion was setting in and the radiation from Coopers saliva was starting to make you feel nauseous. Cooper noticed you were growing paler with every step and dragging your feet. He sighed, rolling his eyes before kneeling down presenting you with his back.

"Get on" he ordered,

You were puzzled, raising a suspicious brow you responded "I can manage"

"I won't tell you again. Get. On." he was stern, and as usual you obeyed, that little spark igniting in your belly at his harsh tone. Part of you wondered what he would do if you defied him. But you knew your limits. A punishment from the big bad ghoul should not be taken lightly, no matter what dirty fantasies your imagination dreamed up.

"Ata girl. Not much further now and we can get some rest"

"Mhm..."You nodded lazily, the full force of exhaustion hitting you as you melted into the warmth of his back. "Thank you, Cooper" you whispered through dry, cracked lips as your eyelids began to feel heavy.

"Don't want you dyin on me yet, little hunter" You smiled weakly holding him tighter, feeling safe and protected.

When you woke it was dark save for a small flame burning out on an old cooking station. Your eyes, still feeling heavy blinked slowly a few times gazing into the embers of the fire pit. You were wrapped in something heavy and warm. Snuggling into it more it smelled of gunpowder and leather. Cooper's coat. He had laid you down on the porch bench of an almost entirely destroyed farm house while he sat on the steps coaxing the fire until you stirred.

"You awake?" he asked in a low voice.

"Mmmm" you groaned in response letting him know you were but you didn't want to be.

He chuckled before rising from his spot on the stairs, just as you were drifting back into a pleasant slumber he dragged his coat from you, taking you with it. Rolling to the floor to gave a slight squeak in fright at the sudden aggressive movement.

"If I'd known you'd squeal for me I'd have done that hours ago" he remarked with a flirtatious grin.

He tossed his coat back over his broad shoulders and sat legs spread on the bench you were sleeping peacefully on. You took your place on the step beside the fire in a huff and took the moment to raid your pack for radaway and food.

"Thought you were being a gentleman for a moment" you pouted.

"Oohh, my little hunter got her claws out huh?" he mused, you simply glared in response, munching grumpily

"I ain't yours!" you snapped under your breath but still loud enough for him to hear. You were testing your luck now, seeing how far you could go before he lost his patience with you; before he stopped calling you his sweetheart and started calling you his brat.

"That so?" he asked, rising from his spot on the bench and sauntering over to you "Weren't saying that when you were begging for my spit in your mouth, were you... Darlin?" he hissed the pet name in your ear giving you goosebumps. You considered quitting while you were ahead but you kept in control, turning to face him.

"I don't beg" your voice sounded firm but your body betrayed you as your cheeks began to heat up and your breathing quickened. Your lust filled eyes meet one another. It's intense but you don't look away, you won't relinquish control just yet.

He raised a brow, not convinced in the slightest "good girls don't lie..." he stroked his gloved fingers along the length of your jaw and reached down your neck to the zipper at the top of your dusty black suit. "So...are you a good girl? or a bad girl?"

He pulled the zipper down slowly revealing the smooth skin of your chest. Sweat dripping down your cleavage . You gulped, your breathing became shaky. You struggled to think, to find any words at all. "Oh sweetheart..." he spoke softly, exaggerated pity in his tone "is the big bad ghoul breaking you already?"

"...You know exactly what you're doing to me" it came out as a soft moan and the hunger in his eyes was too much for you to bare. You clenched your thighs together desperate for some friction, for some contact.

He chuckled as you lowered your gaze, his other hand reached up to your messy hair. He gripped it firmly, forcing you to present your neck to him, "consider this revenge for teasing me all day with that irresistible body of yours" he growled harshly in your ear.

"I... I never...meant..." he grips your hair harder forcing a pleasured gasp to escape your lips.

"good girls don't lie" he reminded you, almost thrilled at the idea of getting to punish you.

"C-coop, I'm sorry" you ended up right where he wanted you, begging and squirming in his grip and it only took mere moments.

His hand which pulled down your zipper grazed your thigh "now I don't know if I believe you, sweetheart after all the lyin" his hand pulled your thighs apart, the loss of friction made you whimper

"n-no, Cooper please!" you surprised yourself how easy you gave in. But you were growing desperate, all the tension built throughout the day was overflowing. You needed him, craved him, wanted to be used by him.

"Oh? I thought you didn't beg"

"Coopeeerrr!" you whined, he knew what you wanted he just wanted to hear you say it.

"Beg for me, like you did back there" his hot breath grazed your neck, one hand still gripped your hair while the other explored your body over the suit. Purposefully avoiding your hardening nipples and throbbing pussy.

"I need you..." you gasped, writhing under him, trying to get his wandering hand to touch your sensitive areas "...please, Cooper! fuck me!"

That satisfied him enough to reward you. Without hesitation he attacked your neck with his mouth, licking and biting, marking you like you were his prey. You let out a soft moan at his sudden aggression, he was holding back for so long he couldn't stop himself from devouring you any longer. His wandering hand finally found your hardened nipples. You arched your back into his hand as he played with them, squeezing, pinching circling them with his gloved fingers.

"M-more" you moaned, you felt his lips curl into a smile as he abused your neck.

"What's the magic word?" he pulled away awaiting your response, seeing how much of a mess you were already made him hungry for more.

"... Please?"

He lunged at you, his dry calloused lips collided with yours. He was rough, biting your bottom lip, barely allowing you a chance to catch your breath as he pushed you down on the rough wooden steps. His hands moved to free your upper body from the constraints of your suit while yours shakily pushed the leather coat from his shoulders.

Finally allowing you a moment to breath he sat up to admire his work. You were red in the face, dripping in sweat, your lips and neck littered with bruises and bite marks, your eyes clouded with pleasure.

"Fuck, Darlin you're like a bitch in heat"

"... I'm your bitch" you moaned shamelessly, he grinned at your obedience, tracing your lips with a gloved finger. You licked the length of his index finger before catching the tip between your teeth and slowly dragging the leather from his scarred flesh.

"That's my good little hunter"

You wrapped your legs around him signalling your need for more, for him to fill your aching cunt. You grinded your hips against the bulge in his pants as he leaned in to abuse your bare breasts with his teeth. His glove free hand reached into your panties earning satisfied moan from you as he circled your soaked clit with calloused fingers.

"Already soaked for me, filthy little thing"

You gripped his shoulders, bucking your hips into his hand. He watched your face contort with pleasure, closing your eyes tight feeing humiliated knowing he was watching every twitch of pleasure run through you.

"Cooper... Please... Spit on me"

"Such a little freak" his voice was husky and low, his fingers circling your clit moved to slick folds of your pussy, his gloved hand pulled your chin down to open your mouth. Warm saliva dripped down your waiting tongue, you swallowed, moaning at the taste of him. Your grip on his shoulders tightened as his finger slipped into your waiting pussy, you clenched around him, releasing a long moan. With every pump of his finger you bucked your hips, his pace quickened and the ache deep in your cunt grew. It didn't take long for him to slide a second finger in, stretching your walls, earning harsh gasps from you and aggressive thrusts of your hips. Your body shivered as you were beginning to unravel beneath him.

"look at me" he demanded. You bit your lip, eyes screwed shut too embarrassed for him to see you this way.

"C'mon, baby be a good girl, let me look you in the eye as I make you cum." His voice so alluring, so intoxicating, you couldn't help but obey even through all the humiliation.

You opened your eyes to meet his lustful gaze burning through you, he watched you like a starved beast. His fingers curled inside you finding that one spot that made you see stars, you arched your back at the sudden burst of pleasure that soured through you.

"Fuck, Cooper don't stop!" you begged. You were so close, your moans grew louder with every thrust of his hand. He watched you getting closer and closer to your climax, every sound you made, the way you looked at him, desperation all over your face, he could watch you like this all day.

You cursed as your felt your climax come over you, your body twitched uncontrollably and you thrust your hips into his hand wanting to ride out the last waves of pleasure. But he wouldn't let you. You whined as he pulled his fingers from your tight pussy.

"Oh, Sweetheart, I'm nowhere near done with you yet." he was desperate to feel you, to be inside you. He unbuckled his belt while you frantically peeled the rest of your suit from your legs. His cock sprang free from his pants and you gazed wide eyed at the size of him. He laughed at your reaction. Like the rest of him his cock was rough, scarred and he was big. Bigger than you expected.

He chuckled at your reaction, "Dont worry, Darlin I'll try not to break you"

You took him in your hand and he inhaled sharply, surprised at your sudden touch. You slid you fingers across the length of his shaft, feeling every groove as you guided him to your dripping hole.

"I want you to break me" you moaned as he slid inside.

"Fuck, you're gonna regret saying that" he growled before pulling his length out and slamming back into you, your tight hole stretched to fit all of him and he was relentless. Just what you asked for.

Overwhelming pleasure coursed through you body as he pounded into you. You threw your head back in ecstasy, moaning incoherent sentences, wanting him to know how cock drunk you were. He gripped the back of your head pulling your face close to his before spitting in your open mouth once more. Your tongue rolled from between you plump lips inviting him for more. Instead he brought his thumb to your tongue and you took it into your mouth tracing circles around it with your tongue. The sight of you behaving so dirty with no shame drove him crazy, his cock twitched inside you and you clenched around him feeling your next orgasm approach. He felt your cunt quiver around him so he grabbed your waist tightly, fingernails digging into your flesh as he fucked you deeper. The new depth he reached made your body convulse beneath him. Your toes curled as he mercilessly pounded that same sensitive spot over and over.

"P-Please Cooper..." you begged "make me cum all over your fat cock."

He cursed at your lewdness, loving the obscenity that poured from your mouth.

"fuck, you're such a dirty little bitch" he removed one hand from your waist to toy with one of your breasts, spanking them as they bounced while he fucked your sweet cunt.

The sudden pain from his rough treatment of your breasts was enough to send you over the edge, you screamed his name, fingers grasping and whatever they could find. Your cum soaked his cock and he was mercilessly riding you out of your orgasm.

"You like it rough, my little slut?" He shamed you, and you loved it. You nodded, moaning uncontrollably, unable to form words, your mind was foggy, your entire body clenching, clinging to him. He pulled out suddenly making you whimper at how empty you felt without him. But it didn't last long, he grinned with a wild look in his eye and flipped you so he could fuck you from behind.

Grabbing a fist full of your knotted hair, he pulled your head back hard while simultaneously thrusting his cock back into your pulsing depths. You let out a primal moan at the perfect mix of pain and pleasure, spreading your cum soaked thighs wider for him. You allowed him to pound the depths of your hole and your body shook as he thrust his length in fast and hard, dominating you.

"Tell me, who you belong to?" He demanded. He knew you could barely speak but he wanted to hear you say it.

"Ah...y-you" You managed to moan between hard thrusts. It wasn't enough for him, he brought his other hand from your hip and smacked your ass hard. You felt another orgasm coming and your pulsing walls felt his cock twitch letting you know he was close too.

"Say it!" he ordered, pulling your hair harder.

"Aha...f-fuck, Coop... I-I'm yours!" He spanked you again. The stinging pain rippled through your body and your vision went blurry. The desperate need to cum again made you thrust your ass back to meet his hard strokes.

"I-I'm your filthy little slut, Cooper!" You screamed as his thrusts became more sporadic. His nails dug into your hip as he fucked himself hard in your hole. He pulled your head up by your hair, bringing his lips to your ear.

"good girl" he hissed. Waves of pleasure shook your body as he made you cum again. Soaking his cock once more, your swollen pussy quivered around him. He let out a feral growl as you squeezed him. His name spilled from your lips and he jerked your head to the side to allow access to your neck. His teeth sunk into your soft flesh, he was rough as he claimed you. Holding his cock deep inside your tight cunt, he spilled his milky fluid inside, releasing a low groan into your neck as he came.

Slowly he slid himself in and out few more times, riding out his high, making sure to fill you up with all of his cum. Then he gently released you from his grip and you slumped against the porch step with a final moan, unable to keep yourself up. He slid himself from your sore cunt and you winced, spinning on your back to face him. He gazed over your shaking form, drenched in sweat and cum, bruises and bitemarks covered your neck and tits, your eyes glazed over panting heavily. He broke you, just like you asked.

"You wear my bite marks well, Darlin" he said proudly, gently tracing his fingers over the marks on your neck.

Your lips curled into a mischievous smile "You'll make those ferals jealous." you said weakly.

He laughed, "Oh Darlin, I ain't gonna let a creature on this planet get a taste of you" He grabbed your discarded undies and began cleaning you up with them. He was careful, delicate even, the complete opposite to how he just handled you. He caught your surprised expression.

"Gotta make sure my good little slut is looked after" he smirked, your jaw dropped remembering the filth that poured from your mouth as he fucked you. You were mortified, covering your face with your hands too ashamed to look at him.

He chuckled at your reaction, dragging his coat to cover you from the chill of the wasteland before tucking his dick back in his pants.

"I hope our estate has running water, I could use a bath" you mused, finally finding the strength to sit up on the steps, he sat beside you watching as the sun peeked out from over the horizon.

"Can you even stand? I ain't carryin you again" his softness faded and he was back to his harsh and playful ways.

"I can walk myself, thank you very much!" You huffed.

He raised a brow "Oh? You ain't broken enough then, sweetheart"

You smirked "Guess you'll have to try again when we get our estate"

"Such a tease" he groaned "I'll be punishin you later, slut" his tone was dark as he threatened you, pulling you by the chin to meet his darkened gaze. You knew he was only testing you the first time, seeing how much you could take. But next time he'd make you cry. Next time he'd make sure you can't walk for days.

what do you think? please let me know.

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WELCOME TO THE DEVOURING VOID

Come, come, do not be shy. Let me pique your curiosity and captivate your mind for but a moment. Do not fear sinking deeper into the warmth of the ravenous void.

In this wonderful realm of fantasy and depravity, the depths of the void take root, take hold, grasping tight to the dripping mind. So I ask this of you...

Understand the fantasy through which the void takes hold. Understand that I am here to explore and grow, not to harm and hurt. Understand that if what I create here is not for you, you can merely block and move on. Please do not report my personal space.

Oh, and as I'm sure is clear, but to lay it out clearly, this is an 18+ space.

Now then, should you truly wish to know more of me and my space, do be a dear and expand this post, let your eyes wander and take in all that I have written.

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WHO IS "VOID" More than a mere name.

As someone who often found himself disliking his birth-name, but unable to find a befitting replacement, I almost exclusively go by aliases outside of family and work. In this wonderful online world, I have chosen to go by "Void."

But who is Void?

I am quite a private person, but that does not mean I will not share. Born male, I still identify as male, but I often question being clumped with a group I often find disdain for the vocal minority of. I am in my late twenties, encroaching thirty this very year, but at times I find my mind clings to the past. Through my explorations I have learned much about myself, but for the purpose of this post I will say this much: I am dominant, with little interest in acting submissively. As far as I've learned, I am pansexual. I find myself often teetering in my mind between monogamy and polyamory, but I return time and time again to the concept of twisting multiple sweet little dolls as one. And for the sake of transparency, I have learned in the past year that I have unknowingly lived my life to this point with autism, which certainly was a shake-up to hear, and yet so understandable. As such, while communication is a key in this world, I do struggle with it and with burnout more than I'd like.

Beyond that, I find that words hold extreme power in this world. Words twist reality to the speaker's will. Words reshape images through desire. Words bind and connect.

All that aside, I do greatly enjoy speaking with others, so do not be shy, do not hesitate, you're more than welcome to contact me however you wish.

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WHAT DOES THE DEVOURING VOID DESIRE The devouring void is ravenous, and as such, it desires all.

Through many years of self exploration and experimentation, I have found my desires grow and flourish. My mind has become as the rushing rapids of a river, etching away rock over time to uncover more through a constant flow.

As such, know that there is a wide range of kinks and fantasies which may be showcased even in small forms in this space.

Below is a not-so-little snippet of the fantasies which, at one time or another, capture my attention. For convenience, this list has been put in alphabetical order, with the top 5 bolded & italicized, the next 5 of the top 10 bolded only, and the next 5 of the top 15 italicized only.

AH3GAO

BD/SM (GENERAL)

BLOOD PLAY

B0DY MARKING / BRUISING

B0DYWRITING

BONDAGE

BRAINWASHING / HYPN0SIS

BRAT (SUB FIGHTING BACK IN ANY MEANS)

BR3ATH PLAY / CH0KING

BR33DING

BUKK4KE

CNC / R4PE PLAY

C0RRUPTION

CUM-DUMP

D4CRYPHILIA (CRYING)

DI4PERS / PULL-UPS / 0MUTSU

D0LLIFICATION

EDG1NG

EN3MA

EXHIBITI0NISM / PUBL1C PLAY

G4GGING (USE OF G4GS)

G4GGING (ON OBJECT)

G4NG-“R4PE”

“G00D GIRLS MAKE M0RE G00D GIRLS”

HAR3M

INT0XICATI0N PLAY

KNIF3 PLAY

M3NDLESSNESS

NYL0N / PANTYH0SE

OBJECT INSERTI0N

OBSESSI0N

ORG4SM CONTROL / ORG4SM DENIAL / FORCED ORG4SMS

OVERSIZ3D INSERTI0N

OVERSTIMULATI0N

“PR3Y” ST4LKING / HUNT1NG

R3MOTE T0YS

RIPP3D CL0THING

RITU4LISTIC PLAY

RUINATI0N

SC4T / M3SSING

SCH00LGIRLS

SHIB4RI / R0PE PLAY

SM4CKING / SL4PPING / HITT1NG

STR3TCHING / G4PING / S1ZE TR4INING

TATT00S

TENT4CLES

THR33S0MES / F0URS0MES / M0RES0MES

V0MIT

W4TER-BASED PLAY (IN POOL / HOT-TUB / UNDERWATER)

W4TERSPORTS / P1SS PLAY

W4X PLAY

W3TTING / OMOR4SHI

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HOW DOES VOID LIKE TO PASS THE TIME Why, by spinning words, of course.

I find great enjoyment in writing short stories which focus on any number of the depraved little concepts listed above.

These stories will be posted here in due time, so if you're curious and can't find them, merely come and ask.

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DNI The Do-Not-Interact information.

Now... I think everyone here is well aware that in this day and age, clearly denoting your "DNI" requirements is a must right along-side your age, but I've noticed some lists get extremely long, so I'll keep mine short, sweet and to the point...

DNI IF...

You are not of legal age of consent.

You have a hate-filled heart.

You are a p3d0 by any name/term.

You are "x-phobic" (Where x is homo, trans, xeno, etc.)

You cannot separate depraved fantasy from amoral reality.

And again, please do not go reporting me, I am not here to cause harm and I ask you not cause me harm in return. Simply block and move on if you are not fond of what I have to offer.

Today was the day of trans visibility. I want to be visible as a cum-addicted whore seeking pervs online. See me as a set of greedy holes, always ready to get destroyed, please.

I'm blessed with the God's touch, I'm cleansed with the God's seed, I'm baptized in the God's piss. I'm reformed by the God's hands from the inside and molded to be a perfect vessel to males viles. I'm lucky to serve as a doll for all men to act their worst with. I'm the God's chosen, I'm happy to serve till the rest of my days

Oh no, while I was away my Dom's blog got deactivated. Hope he'll find me again. I've been missing him while busy offline and will wait and hope as long as needed.

I've updated my bio with a necessary addition of I'M A SLUT WITH A CUNT. That was suggested by one of this Cunts permanent users. We're always happy to improve our service in this facility 🌺

Hi, uhm how did your dom/you introduce the degradation/degrading phrases you say to yourself for the orgasms? Sorry, me and my dom are new to this kind of play but we’re very interested in it.

Hi! Forgive me my english in advance. If I understand correctly, you are asking specifically about the word choice. If so, there's been no introduction. I've been ordered to humiliate myself and I'm being creative, referencing the kinks we have previously discussed. I'm acting on the assumption that my dom will find reading this enjoyable. If not, he's as free to put on limits as I am.

There's also a context of us being casual and only doing scenes by text. I'm not really obligated to do this and he has no way to check. We're not in contact not physically nor by calls. But I find the game extremely hot and it was my idea to post publicly and not via DMs.

It's a big pleasure to feel a touch of a partner who gets you, while masturbating. Him reading this makes me really think of what I'm rubbing to. Especially if I've just been blowing off steam, because I need to create a humiliating scenario to wright down and it gets me wet again.

Hope you and your dom will find a way to get into this kink in a way that suites you personally. It may be very different depending on the type of relationship you have, not just your preferences and limits.

I deserve to be tortured

I'm more desirable when in pain

I'm more fun when pushing my limits

I'm prettier while crying

Sore red ass and bruised thighs are sexy on me

I'm sucking better while choking

I'm giving better anal without lube and prep

My cunt feels nicer while I'm in pain from having a full bladder

I deserve all of this because I'm a good slut

A good slut must see pain as a reward because it brings pleasure to males

Today my Master has explained to this Cunt that orgasms are no longer for free! So, for the first week of the February this Cunt must pay for everytime she comes by saying smtg disgusting or humiliating about herself.

This Cunt should also force herself to orgasm at least five times while imagining getting fucked by disturbing and unpleasant males met offline.

The game is started!

ORGASM PAYMENT:

~ this cunt is a needy crybaby, spanking herself as a reward for being whorish enough

~ this cunt is a cheap whore, dreaming of becoming a public free use toy

~ this cunt is a pathetic ashtray, rubbing to the thought of public humiliation

~ this cunt is a degradee with a sloppy hole, needing to take a rubbing break while making a list of five worst males she should have spread her legs for

~ this cunt is a submissive coward, easy to blackmail and ready to lick dirty boots while shaking in fear

~ this cunt is a dumb primitive bitch, driven by her carnal need to feel a cock pressing to her cervix and filling her with cum

~ this cunt is a disgusting freak whose status should be made public so that anyone on the street could act with her accordingly

~ this cunt is a public toilet with a gaping asshole, ready to be abused and punished for pretending to be a male bottom

~ this cunt is a rapebait, acting like a victim to bring violence upon herself and deserving to get violently gangraped threatened with her life

STRANGER SUBMISSION:

1.

There's been that customer this week… A weird guy. Offputting. Sometimes you just know the person is shady just by the way they look at you. That one was even hinting that he's a criminal while we smocked together. "There're different ways to push different people", he said. "See how much I can tell about you already without knowing you", he said. "You're a nice guy. Good customer service. I'll return", he said.

He hasn't returned, but I've felt anxious till the end of the shift for no reason. It's not like he's actually guessed anything right about me, not a single thing. But he was unpleasant and smug and extremely creepy. I honestly don't want to meet him ever again.

What if I will, though? What if he did guess stuff right? Precisely about me being a female. How would it feel to get railed by someone so subtly creepy while allegedly non-violent?

2.

That was a brief encounter, but deeply annoying. Young dude, almost a boy, I'd say. Spoke to me about his girlfriend in a degrading way. One of those men who ridicule the mere idea that a female sexuality is something more than craving a dick.

"She wants a sex toy, can you believe it? I'll get her the cheapest and smallest dildo, she'll remember to only want a real thing". I rolled my eyes: sure, dude. I thought that he obviously has a small dick if he's so disappointed that he can't find a dildo small enough for his plan. I hoped the girl will drop him after that shitty present. I haven't had time to be annoyed out loud though, so I just brushed it and minded my own business.

What if I confronted him? What if it slipped that I know what females want in bed first hand? How easy would it be for him to prove me wrong? How embarrassing it would be to come, clenching over his tiny cock?

3.

A scary neighbor. I knew him briefly, not like we've been properly introduced. There's always this aggressive one, blowing up on anyone who breaths the wrong way. He's a veteran, that's probably the reason why his short temper does feel like actual danger somewhere deep in my guts.

He's yelled at me once when I was walking a dog for a friend and it barked in the direction of some child. I apologized and rushed home. I tried to reason with my fear by thinking how ridiculous he was. It wasn't even his child, and said child wasn't frightened by the dog at all. It wasn't any of his business, but he's somehow viewing himself as the guardian of the neighborhood peace. All barking, no biting, just like my friend's dog. Still, I've shivered. Still, my heart was beating too fast for a good hour and I kept thinking of what I should have said if he proceeded bugging me. Of how I could have tried to calm him down to defend myself.

What if he did proceeded? Whould it be me calming him down or him punishing me? How much of a danger to the kids would he find me after finding out what's in my pants?

4.

That clingy guy at the gay bar. Not to the point of harrasment, so I've tolerated him trying to seduce me for a while but too handsy not to be yakky.

Just a normal person, I guess, but I was deeply uncomfortable by all the touching and found him generally not attractive, not my type at all. We've parted peacefully, though he seemed rather offended by me not going along with what he's probably seen as playing shy or hard to get.

And I've left feeling a bit gross and a bit sorry that I've rejected the chance to get sex. Sometimes you have to choose between doing it with someone you're not really into or not doing it at all. And I rarely choose the latest.

What if I decided to do it? What if he got disappointed even more after revealing my anatomy? How would I bear being gross for someone I find gross myself? Would the humiliation he'll put me through differ if he was gay or bi?

5.

And the one that was actually bad. I was scared for my life, not able to escape that man if he decided to harm me. It was at my previous work place, me alone at the night shift at the shop. He comes in, boss me around in a typical middle age ex-gangsta way. Displeasing, but not too scary. One of those customers you should entertain for hours while they feel important and dominant because of your politeness. The thing is — it really lasted for hours. And he was a ranging homophobe in the middle of the crusade for "fracking up fags". There was a car waiting for him, I saw it through a window. Three other guys like him, younger by the looks, his subordinates. I chatted with him, he liked me to the extent of giving me his number in case I need to beat the shit out of someone. After he left, I wanted to throw up from stress. I was tired with my whole body from tension, because that could have ended really badly for me, if he has clocked me out. I had dodged a bullet.

But… What if I didn't?

UPD: There's only one day left and I'm still to fulfill my second task. Meaning I'd have to spend most of that day fucking myself in different ways, remembering all the worst males I've encountered in a raw.

Sounds like a potentially mindbreaking experience. Wish me luck and send me encouragements. I'll probably cum to anything you send me in such state <3

Stay tuned as I'll try to wright down everything in detail!

Did you know that you can just come to my DMs and tell me, what a scum on Earth I am? Because you can and I'll repeat after you

• for my Master I should say:

This Cunt is an illiterate, piss-covered ugly ashtray 🥰

• ...what should I say for you, anon?

Well, I have a draft to share! Meaning no disrespect to real pre-existing LGBTQ+ pride-flags, of course.

It's merged from the traditional trans and lesbian flags, keeping the stripe meanings*:

pink represents the traditional color for baby girls and light blue represents the traditional color for baby boys

the white stripe represents a unique relationship to womanhood; shades of pink represent serenity and peace, love and sex, and femininity

*source here

With the addition of the womb symbol I've found for free on patreon.

✨FEEL FREE TO EDIT✨

I have tried to embody the idea of first going through the FtM transion but later finding yourself through the deep and unique connection to your feminine side specifically by your female body parts. Hope that was a coherent sentence.

Someone should design the fakeboy pride flag 🤭

Of course, I am. Spending my day off with my hole constantly stuffed is the rule. And the only way to stay calm and relax, less distracted by my cunt's needs. Highly recommend it to all the girlies out there! You'll think less about the embarrassment of having a dripping cunt if you shut it up and make it happy. Best dysphoria life-hack, I promise!

Reblog if you're currently playing with your girly pussy

I've been blessed with the reunion with the most amazing dom. We matched here before I lost my previous account, and of course our chat has been deleted too.

Good thing that I've been sending him my naughty pics often enough to remember his username. Because a good slut always provides proof that the content was made for a specific person. But I've waited for his answer long enough to become desperate.

Now he's back, making me desperate by waiting on purpose. Can't express how happy (and constantly horny) I am.

Exactly

⚪️boy

⚪️girl

🔘breedable cum dump

I don’t even decide when to stuff my cunt anymore – it’s in her power. I don’t have to watch porn or think about sex, I just get the feeling at some point that my cunt is hungry. And I know that I must satisfy her needs, respect her rights.

Even being unowned I must stay a good slut. I must encourage myself to get wet more often, to get horny for no reason, to easily take a dick at any moment. Any desire to fuck myself should be satisfied, and the process does not end with an orgasm. I'm doing it until I ran out of time or my toys die.

Because good sluts expose their holes to others. Because a slut’s pleasure is a side effect, a reward for obedience. Because slut's only goal is to get fucked.

I must only think with my cunt and serve her. My personality is just a side effect of a functional female body built around her. I'm only alive and sentient to keep my cunt usable for real men to have on a whimp.

It has worked like a charm and he's messaged me right now! I haven't read what he has to say about my last forced fantasies I'd sent him yesterday. First thing first: I'm putting my toy back in place to feel how he's fucking my mind through my cunt

I love edging. And I love to do it at inappropriate times and places. My line of work allows me to stay alone for long shifts with close to none clients. And I use this time well, stuffing my holes or keeping a vibe pressed to my huge needy clit. I can not come like that, I'm one of those bitches trained to only reach orgasm in one position.

There's literally no chance and no risk of me cumming at work. But I can mastrubate lazily for hours until my jeans get wet, not just my underwear. I turn off any vibes as somebody shows up, but of course I have no way of taking toys out from my cunt and ass. So I may spend a good hour having conversation with a stranger while clenching over a dildo. It's hot and I don't consider it dragging others into my sexual life, as they will never guess what's going on and get uncomfortable.

That's how I've spend the last six hours btw. With a fake cock pushing in and out of my cunt on its on and a vibe on my clit. Only making short pauses to recharge the toys. My panties are extremely sticky right now. And that was the sad boring night by my standarts as I have failed to lure anyone on the internet to some dirty talk. I know that amazing guy who's promised me to show up today, but he didn't. I had to reread his icky fantasies send to me before. That's good, but I go cock-crazt much faster if someone dictates me what to jerk of to in real time.

I love edging. And I love to do it at inappropriate times and places. My line of work allows me to stay alone for long shifts with close to none clients. And I use this time well, stuffing my holes or keeping a vibe pressed to my huge needy clit. I can not come like that, I'm one of those bitches trained to only reach orgasm in one position.

There's literally no chance and no risk of me cumming at work. But I can mastrubate lazily for hours until my jeans get wet, not just my underwear. I turn off any vibes as somebody shows up, but of course I have no way of taking toys out from my cunt and ass. So I may spend a good hour having conversation with a stranger while clenching over a dildo. It's hot and I don't consider it dragging others into my sexual life, as they will never guess what's going on and get uncomfortable.

That's how I've spend the last six hours btw. With a fake cock pushing in and out of my cunt on its own and a vibe on my clit. Only making short pauses to recharge the toys. My panties are extremely sticky right now. And that was the sad boring night by my standarts as I have failed to lure anyone on the internet to some dirty talk. I know that amazing guy who's promised me to show up today, but he didn't. I had to reread his icky fantasies sent to me before. That's good, but I go cock-crazy much faster if someone dictates me what to jerk of to in real time.

Making a list of kinks and taboos for the pinned post is always the most difficult part for me.

I love about everything in some measure. I guess, that comes from the fact that my primary kinks as the sub are CNC and free-use. I'm trained enough to enjoy any kink others present to me, if that's their honest and passionate fantasy including me with no regards to my consent. I've got experience with getting into the weirdest stuff just because some anon has spammed me with it enough while skillfully putting me in my place.

I guess, another major kink is mind-break then? Or does it count as breaking if I'm already that gullible?

I'm a switch in real life, mostly leaning towards the role of the dom. I'm comfortable taking care of other's needs and know my ways and my limits.

But here I prefer to present myself as a sub to get engagement I lack offline. There're a lot of dark kinks that I think of from the outsiders perspective. And describing it by text feels much hotter from the sub role. It's interesting how our tastes vary depending on the context.

So, I eagerly respond to sub's requests on dirty DMs and asks, but don't want to dedicate my blog to them. The content I post here is meant to satisfy another part of me. I guess, that personal messages are just closer to real-time kink in my eyes while writing down fantasies and answering anonymous asks is smth I imagine as my own private fantasy.

This being said, I've got some amazing experiences chatting with doms here and would love to go through it again. Guess, in my perfect world I would have a long-distance dom for everyday activities and a bunch of subs for occasional sessions.

I strongly believe in honesty in kink, even inside of anonymous community. There are a lot of young people around who are already of age, but may still feel uncomfortable engaging with someone much older. No matter of the role, if you are dom or sub, always check the bio of those you interact with. I promise, you'll find good people of any age you prefer, but you should make a conscious decision to do so.

I'm hoping so much to rejoin with some people I've met here. Such a wonderful Doms, such filthy horny anons...

Sad thing I'm not interesting enough to try and stalk me moving from blog to blog. It'd be kind of hot to know that somebody is watching my every move enough for that. They'd be probably well aware of my other social media, ready to blackmail me into submission. The only reason it hasn't happened yet is that I'm too much of a slut. Any dirty anon message make me so exited and obedient, that there's no need for pressure. But they have their means to force me into things if needed. That's what matters. And that's what's making my panties wet right now.

So, my precious blog has been suspended by my own fault. Now I'll try to navigate this site in a safer manner. Still, my main purpose here is feeling like a part of the community while being anon. I need a space to be horny and preferably discuss my k1nks with others. Hope, I'll be able to

This blog contains discussion of BDSM practices, role-playing, explicit sexual fantasies and other stuff meant to be consumed by consenting adults.

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I'm slowly filling up the pinned post to make it as informative as I can. Be patient with me. (Or punish me, if you'd like).

I'm not a native English speaker and am dyslexic, so you're to see a lot of dumb mistakes and typos. But that's not bad as I love feeling dumb.

I'm 32 y.o., be aware of that.

Switch in reality, sub on this blog.

FtM with hard kinks including detransition, feminization, patriarchy and so on.

I prefer to engage in t4t, as it feels more safe and familiar, but am open to other options if a bit suspicious.

The full list of kinks will be added later. Stay safe.

definitely don't reblog this if you hate sweet, fuckable guys

i sure hope all the gross older perverted guys don't find me in my dm's and anons, take advantage of my strong libido and blazed brain and sext me

my gf's dad: i don't trust you young man, i'm going to do everything to you that you do to my daughter

me: ...wait PROMISE?

about me

call me eddie, i'm single as hell. switch.

late 20s looking like a rowdy punkass, he/him only (unless you're nasty and have consent otherwise)

hard kink (and FANTASY) so NO MINORS/ANYONE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD you will be blocked immediately and I don't consent to you following or reading my blog.

handsome-but-weird guy (not cis, that's all you get) with a weakness for people of all orientations and genders.

to be honest, i have a weakness for dykes and queer girls who like fucking queer men and bi/pan/queer men and horny kinky non-binary bosses.

skater skinny, dark hair, light eyes, goes from cool to pathetic in under 10 seconds

the indie sleaze switch/-hitting twink you wanted 10 years ago with a twist

yes, that is me in my icon

i have a lot of weird and controversial kinks but they are just fantasy

pansexual and inclusive of people all along the gender spectrum

if you are an actual weirdo (chaser/fetishist, stalker, transphobe, homophobe, xenophobe, racist, ableist, misogynist, violent person, abusive, "MAP"/ped0fil3, general bigot etc), Western politically conservative IRL, you are not welcome here and you will be blocked. wholesome weirdos only. this is a safe space for marginalized communities.

trying not to get nuked immediately so ask about my kinks but i like cnc, fauxc3s7 ("dad"Nson, "stepmoms", weird "sisters", weird uncs, pervy older "bro"), gender/orientation play, br33ding (knocking up and receiving in my tight ass or throat), free use, good old B D S M, and a LOT of other things, b1mb0f1cati0n, consensual detr4ns k1nk.

not into most ageplay, 18+ even in sexting rp only.

i am here to GIVE, not here to receive detr4ns play. i post things about dirty talk that can be degrading to me as a boy/man, but do not try to play with me that way. i am not into scat/vomit/straight-up gorekink either.

please don't send me SUPER ns/fw stuff on here that'll get me flagged or shut down, there are plenty of other places for that. just ask as long as you fit the guidelines here!

edit: i have a personal discord for more reliable connection! ask me privately. i love sexting. hit me up with your fantasies in dms or asks anytime, just make sure you read above limits and ask if you're really not sure. i only do clearly stated consensual things without asking on this blog.