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i need a butch to teach me how to kiss right NOW
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DNI: minors, bigots & ppl not attracted to men
hi, not stating my name on here for privacy reasons, so iāll just go by āpuppyā, but feel free to call me whatever. iām 20 years old, transmasculine and gay. iām also autistic so expect me to act like it.
might post some things of my own here not too sure yet. so just in case imma do some little lists:
(iām submissive & a bottom)
kinks: praise, degradation, puppy play, bondage, size kink, daddy kink, power play, impact play, dumbification, soft cnc, breeding (no pregnancy), anal, overstimulation, edging, spit, cockwarming, biting, kneeling, collars & leashes and probably some more that i will update as i go
limits: rape, scat, race play, intox, detrans/misgendering, hair pulling
terms i will use for my body: dick, cock, cunt, pussy, chest, tits, boobs
Chasing and catching a man smaller than you, your werewolf form making you too powerful for him to overcome as he falls forward under your tackle. Weight resting on him, you grind your clit onto his muscular ass cheeks, pleasuring yourself while you hold his head down into the dirt, a threat for what may happen to him if he tries to struggle.
Your powerful claws hold him down, giving him a rimjob which quickly makes his whimpers and screams turn to moans. He's nothing but a horny, pathetic manslut who can not escape your control.
Me when I undress my partner
No you don't understand I need to see him crawling, covered in blood, horrifically injured, and traumatized
Terfs be like: Consensual bdsm is bad because women's consent doesn't matter. Sex is inherently unfeminist by the way so women shouldnt think they can like it. Taking ownership of your desires oppresses you. Also all men are bad. By giving no positive reinforcement to feminist ally men and men who don't hurt women we are encouraging society to be better. Women need to cover up their body. Because choosing your own comfort level is unfeminist. Being a feminine woman is bad because feminine clothing is oppressive. But if you're trans then you hate women. Then they see no issues with any of these arguments??
Wade wilson in a brat taming fic
Sassy and talking back until you force him to behave
And it just doesnt fucking work so you fuck him mercilessly until he passes out from exhaustion
Finally. He's quiet.
people on the outside looking in can be confused by my desire to be treated with utmost reverence and love and to be coddled while also being ruthlessly and relentlessly hurt. i donāt necessarily want to be humiliated or for pain to be a punishment. sometimes itās about someone whispering sweet nothings in my ear while they make me scream, you know? sometimes i want someone to tell me they know i can take it and that they think i look so pretty like this and theyāre going to push me a little more, just a little farther for them, even as i fight against the bindings. because they love me and they want to hurt me so, so bad. you know? š
cherishing the fact that i currently bruise very easily because literally anybody can put hands on me and it will leave a mark (: i hope it never goes away but iām aware that over time your body stops bruising as much if you keep doing it
I like to think about people lost in their own pleasure. A boy so desperate for relief he canāt help but hump his own hand, whining and panting, corded arms glistening with sweat, mouth fallen open and eyes scrunched shut as he chases that high. I like to imagine people walking in and out of the room as they go about other tasks, staring knowingly, and he doesnāt even care. All he can think about is release. Someone could shove anything under him, a hand, a mouth, a warm hole, and heād cry out desperately in relief, shoving into it without caring who or what it was, and humping to completion.
Maybe not even caring if they were willing. Not caring if the mouth or ass belonged to someone who was there by choice, or just another cum dump a thoughtful bystander decided to retrieve for him. It wouldnāt matter, anyway. He wouldnāt hear or pay attention to the cries or the squirming attempts to get away. Heād mindlessly pin them down and keep going. No malice in it, or forethought. All he would want would be to dump his warm load. Thatās all he can think about. Itās all he knows.
i guess i do like to be insulted but not in a gendered way or in a way that hinges on the sex i have. being called dirty or a slut just mildly annoys me because i donāt view it as insulting. iām not dirty for liking sex and being a slut isnāt a bad thing.
but insults where someone just flexes their power over me? being called a dog, like iām not even human? being called puppet, or cocksleeve? that is my fucking SHIT right there mmm mm.
The way someoneās muscles shiver with the effort of holding stillā¦. watching the strain cord the muscles in their neck, their shoulders, their quivering thighsā¦. the way they pant with exertionā¦. the way little involuntary noises escape themā¦. itās the little things š
credit to @brujerizzzmo on IG
All Iāve been able to think about all day are choir girls. Sweet girls, girls who go to church every Sunday, girls who are buttoned up and proud and who might slip their fingers into their panties at night and flush as they imagine someone elseās hands on them instead. A pretty choir girl who would gasp when I ran my hands over her nipples, who I could take my time with when I introduced her to all the pleasures of the flesh and made her desire so, so sinfully. Iād be gentler than she could have imagined, but always with that edge of teeth, the promise that I could bite down at any moment if she only had the courage to ask. I would give her everything and shush her and tell her she was taking it so beautifully for me but that the congregation was still in session just below us in the choir loft and she had to be quiet sweetheart, shhh just let me make you feel good. And the next Sunday any time I look at her across the room sheāll remember how my tongue felt inside her, and sheāll flush and squirm and look away but wonāt be able to resist finding me, afterwards, and pulling me towards the choir loft again.
Iām kinda tall, taller than a lot of the people I spend time around and work with, and sometimes I think about a woman shorter than me kicking me to my knees in front of her and putting a collar and leash on me and yanking me around. Pulling on it so tight I can barely breathe as I eat her out like Iām starving for it. Wrapping her legs around my head so all I can smell or see is her. Uhhhhg
um what if i told you to stay very still and hold your hands above your head and not to move and not to make noise because it was kind of distracting and i didnāt want to hear it. and canāt you just hold still? it isnāt that hard and itāll be over soon. just stay there, love, okay? and then i rode your dick and used you to get off on for as long as i felt like it while you bit back your noises and kept your limbs pressed into the sheets and scrunched your eyes shut to avoid having to see me without being able to touch me or cum. and at some point your mouth would have fallen open and youād just be giving these frantic little gasps and your fingers would be twitching and your whole body would be covered in sweat and i wouldnāt even care. just leisurely giving myself another orgasm on you. treating you like a beautiful object whose presence i value based on my pleasure. what then
Really into object insertion today. Imagining someone finding progressively bigger and bigger objects to stick inside their partner. Imagining them doing so with clinical efficiency, entirely fixated on how much can you take and how big can you go. Saying Just a little more, donāt move now. Shushing their partner when they whimper or try to move or squirm away from the huge wine bottle entering them. Or the sanded-smooth chair leg. Or the baseball bat. The sick fascination on their face as they watch it sink in, in, in into that once-tight hole. Leaving it stuck inside, groaning and starting to get themselves off right then and there at the sight of it, at the little noises and gasps their partner is making at being so utterly, utterly filled. So deep they can see the bulge in their stomach, can press one hand against it from the outside and revel in the aborted jerk it earns them. And then doing it again the next night, except with something even bigger. You know what I mean?
Oh just so weāre clear in case my pinned post didnāt do it.
ACAB. Fuck the military industrial complex. Fuck warmongers and hawks. Fuck white supremacists, fuck SWAT, gendarmerie, polizei, ICE. Fuck war. Fuck N*zis, alt-right, neo-whatevers.
Military fetishism is a FETISH. A kink. Its roots in queer culture and kink culture go back a very long time partly due to gay history being so intertwined with the military. The military kink/porn I reblog, I do so for sexual reasons.
I donāt want any of you actual fucking cops on my blog. I donāt want pro police or pro military fuckers. I donāt want anybody with white ladder laces or who thinks dressing up as a N*zi makes you kinky. In fact, any kind of raceplay is extremely fucking questionable to me and I donāt want to see it. If youāre a military conscript or a young recruit youāre on thin fucking ice, but I recognize that conscription is still a thing and that the military preys on young poor people who donāt have many other options.
I do my best to sort out the bad shit from the kink content but occasionally I find out somebody Iāve been reblogging from actually is pro police or something and I have to unfollow. So this has been a PSA for all my mutuals. Unfollow me if youāre serious about this shit. Leave your anon death threats at the door, I will just laugh at them and show screenshots to my friends so they can laugh too. And then delete them.
Uhhh Iāve been rly into people who are sort of quiet, nerdy, very put together very calm and caring. And then they turn out to also be the most relentless, merciless, sadistic doms on the planet. Smile at me in your stupid ass sweater vest and tell me about the book you are reading. And then fuck me on the floor while cutting off my air supply because you like to feel me thrash and hear me get desperate. Kiss the tears off my cheek when you make me cry and bury your teeth in my shoulder. Then clean me up and go back to talking about your research interests. You guys know what Iām saying. Do you share my vision
People have said it in more intelligent ways than Iām going to but the relationship between cis mlm and āstraight guy gets turned gayā type of porn is in turns fascinating and relatable and repulsive. It carries over commonly to porn where the bottom is not conventionally queer-looking but instead is quite masculine in some way. Itās like. The internalized homophobia (which is really misogyny dressed up) that frames queer sex and bottoming as a form of degradation. And then that in turn is an outlet for men who imagine themselves as the tops in this scenario, where it becomes a defense against homosexuality on top of a defense against homosexuality. Because you as the top are āforcingā someone else in this scenario to take on the degrading role and this humiliating identity. And in that way removing yourself one step further because it is not JUST a fantasy of kinky degrading sex youāre having but of an act of aggression and violence against another man. Iām doing this to you, Iām making you into this.
Kink is a great way for people from all genders and orientations to explore their own internalized biases and taboos and thatās why Iām really into de transing and breeding and stuff so Iām definitely not knocking anybody whoās into it. I just find it genuinely fascinating to watch cis men show up in droves in the comments of posts that are just plain old ātwo guys fucking who donāt look conventionally queerā and inevitably always turning it into THIS GUY is STRAIGHT and heās being FORCED to be GAY like the LITTLE PIG BITCH BOY HE IS.
Whereas itās so refreshing and lovely to see masc men who donāt fit traditional twinky impressions of queerness joyfully and unselfconsciously participating in subbing and bottoming. I feel for them because their submission so often gets turned into an act of degradation by the very people they are creating this content for? Whether they want it to or not. And we could talk about the way this speaks to how so many mlm see even traditionally skinny femme bottoms and how that impacts THEM but thatās a topic for another day. Anyhow.