my deepest, darkest desire is that i want to see more like...midwestern dude type forcemasc. i grew up in appalachia i need more guys looking like the guys i'd see on the street.
not that cowboy stuff is bad. but in the mountains i wasn't seeing many cowboys. i saw mullets and big moustaches and tough built men, absolutely, but they had something other than a cowboy aesthetic to them, y'know? it was absolutely more fisherman than anything. i refuse to be silenced when i say that fishermen are hot as fuck and trans fishermen would fix me.
Tried to sleep on the couch last night and couldn't, so I went back to big brother's room,,,
Even at 3 AM, he's pounding energy drinks, eyes glued to his TV screen, jabbing at his controller. A lazy trail of smoke floats up from the empty can he's using as an ashtray. He doesn't even notice me when I come in - not until I crawl up in bed with him like a needy dog, rest my head on his thigh...
"Can I help you, li'l bro?" he asks, not looking away from his game.
"Can't sleep," I mumble into his leg. "I just wanted to be near you..."
"You can be near me somewhere else, y'know," my big brother says with an annoyed sigh. He tries half-heartedly to push me aside, but I won't budge - big bro is mine, after all - and gives up quick. "Whatever, fine, you can stay if you want. Just don't mess up my game, got it?"
I nod against his thigh and lie down properly. Lie among his sheets that smell like him, against his warmth. Let my hand come to rest on his leg... He makes a little noise at that, a sweet one I like. "Hey, c'mon," big bro sighs. "You're distractin' me."
"Oh, noooo...~" I murmur back. He sucks in a little breath as I trace my fingertips along his inner thigh - he's still avoiding eye contact with me, and it's pissing me off. "I'm so sorry... Am I bothering you, big brother~?"
"A lot, actually." He growls it a little, but I can see that little muscle in his cheek twitch - the way it always does when big bro's trying not to smile. Finally - god, finally - he looks down at me, eyes half-glowing in the light of the screen. My stomach knots up tight with excitement. "Tell you what. Let me just finish this round and I'll fuck you to sleep, alright?"
I narrow my eyes a little at him, smile so he knows that's not good enough. "You'll fuck me right here and now, or not at all."
Big bro raises an eyebrow. I can tell he's fighting the urge to either smack me or pin me down - but instead he grabs the controller, throws it across the room, and turns onto all fours like he's about to pounce on me. I squeal with delight and try to roll off the bed, get out of his grasp, but he's so fast, so fucking strong,,, Both arms snake around me, dragging me into the heat of his lap, his hands circling my wrists and pinning them behind my back...
"Lemme go," I laugh, squirming. "Lemme go... C'mon, you're hurting me...~"
"Oh, no, you don't... Don't play innocent now, baby," big bro purrs into my ear. I'm already melting as he slides his free hand down my waist, into my underwear... Past the point of no return, where any good big brother would stop - and yet he keeps going, fingers teasing me open...
"You wanted me?" my big brother whispers, biting my earlobe. "You got me <3"
i thought a cold shower would fix me, but it made things worse i think ðŸ˜
pawssss i thought my toy was charged (t-shot day, so it’s so needed) but it just died on me 😠this is the worstttt
Oh no!! The ultimate betrayal!!
slapping the fuck out of stupid dogs who refer to themselves as "fakeboys" . tying them up with a vibrator to their cunt as i make them consume boyhypno content . soon enough you'll only be hard when gender affirmed . being a faggot doesnt make you any less masculine , mutt .
What a wasted opportunity to have a tboy on his knees and not push your boot in-between his thighs, against his cunt, to make him shiver a little extra. Why not make him hump it while you're at it. Pull his hair and slap his face while he desperately thrusts his little pussy against your boot like a fucking dog. They love it, trust me.
take me to ur place, get me so drunk i don’t even remember my own name and fuck me until i only remember yours
"Get me a collar." "Collar me, please." "I want a collar..."
Well, I got you a collar. And, you're crying? What? You don't like it? Is this not what you had meant?
*Shocks you again*
Say thank you.
blah blah playing truth or dare at a college party your older brother took you to and being dared to make out blah blah dry humping until you both cum with everyone watching like it's normal.
(this was the premise of the post i wrote out earlier but tumblr glitched so this is all yall get)
"scalp massage" this "scalp massage" that it's ok you can just say it. Boys like it when you pet them
I need to be fucked in a 90s grunge kinda primal way