he should pull me into a kiss by my shirt. he should pull needily on my tie as we make out. he should look me in my eyes and unbutton my shirt slowly. he should
i need someone to hold the joint to my lips, make me take a long drag and tell me to "hold it." only when they say "drop it" do it get to finally exhale, my head all spinny not just from the weed but from the lack of oxygen
i need someone to do it for the whole joint, and then when im too out of it to properly speak or walk, guide me to the bed or to the couch to use me however they want my cunt is dripping so it must be okay. its not like i could tell them not to if i wanted
ok so i know that torture doesn’t actually work but for the sake of our t4t rp session you gotta pretend that that it at least works a little.
many of you
When we’re both kinda sex averse but pent up so we have to just beat the shit out of each other to get the energy out
(Minors dni)
Why are you standing at the back of the venue? Take my hand, you're supposed to fucking mosh at a hardcore punk show dude. I'll pick you up when you fall, don't mind the sting in your thigh or the needle and syringe I slip into my pocket when I help you to your feet again. You didn't see anything in my hand. It was probably somebody's spiked clothing. That's what you get for insisting on wearing feminine shit when you know it isn't a reflection of your true self.
I know the local scene pretty well, so I keep taking you to shows every week with me. You follow me around like a puppy. It's pretty cute, to be honest, watching you jump around like one, really getting into it. My friends joke around and tell me to call off my dog before he bites someone. I laugh and just tell them that puppies are like that.
And when the night ends and you're back at my place, you're grinding on my thigh like you're in heat, whining and clawing at my chest. Aww puppy, your tdick is coming in so nicely, and I bet it's sensitive rutting against me huh? It's so cute hearing your voice break while you whine into my neck, getting a little lower every week. I'm being real indulgent letting you make a mess like this on my thigh, you know. So you better clean it off with your tongue when you're done.
i think a real relationship maybe would fix me. yes i have jealousy issues and yes i am deathly insufferable and no i cannot find a man who would actually date me and that i would love like that but god i need it so badly. i shouldn’t date but god i’m going to go insane if i don’t get a real genuine kiss sometime soon
Forcemascing scared trans guys. The ones who want to detransition or delay starting on their transitions because either they’re scared to start transitioning or because they’re trying to placate people around them.
Like no, you don’t need to wait until you’re 25 or whatever to start T until you’re "fully matured," whoever told you that is bullshitting you. We’ll start saving and have you on it in a few months at most. If you’re too scared to do the shots by yourself yet I’ll hold you down and do it for you.
Stop shaving, you don’t need to do that to be attractive. You don’t have to be thin or have an hourglass figure if you don’t want.
Scared to? You’ve got no reason to be. I’ll teach you how to protect yourself, with your hands or with a weapon, whichever you want.
You’re a man, and until you snap out of this phase, I’m gonna have to show you that.
(Minors dni)
Hey. You. Yeah, you. The fuck are you doing wearing that shit? I told you, no more feminine crap. Fucking hell man, you look like a girl. Not like the man I know you are inside. Anyways, c'mon. We gotta fix this mess.
I'm dyeing all your stuff black and while I'm painting new patches for your jacket, I'm forcing you to sit on the ground with your head between my spread legs so you can get a good look at what you'll have one day. Hold still you fucking dog, good boys know how to wait. If you're that desperate to get off, you can use my boot like a mutt. Don't you dare make me mess up the stitching on these patches though, this shit's a pain in the ass to get right.
When I'm done, you'll finally look like what you're supposed to. Buzzed head, black denim, and a jacket with patches screaming all the things that you were too scared to even whisper when you were entertaining that stupid idea about being a girl. Chains hanging from your belt, and steel-toed leather boots good enough for crushing the assholes who get in your way.
I'm taking you to a concert in some cramped grimy basement later. It'll be loud, but your voice cracking from the T I'm putting you on will be louder.