“pillow princesses are just greedy” IS HER GASPING FOR YOU AND SCRATCHING AT YOU AND TAKING YOU LIKE A GODDESS NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU YOU BASTARD. ILY PILLOW PRINCESSES I WILL DEFEND YOUR HONOUR UNTIL I BREATHE MY LAST
if you ever feel unfulfilled in life i suggest you start rubbing your tongue up and down a tgirl’s taint. i can’t guarantee you’ll feel any better afterwards but it’ll help out the girl and that’s enough to make me happy.
Cuddling trans girls is the best. They're so nice and soft to feel against your skin. It's a wonderful feeling, letting them nuzzle against your breast while you stroke their hair and tell them you love them. Things are scary and dangerous for us, but nothing matters in that moment. It's just you and her and your heart beating as one. Your mind connected in the shared thought of how much you love each other. It's taking her all in; her body, her mind, her scent, her breathing, her heartbeat, and realizing that you wouldn't trade anything to not be in that moment. That you will protect this girl for as long as you can, as long as there are stars above you. Knowing that this girl is being so vulnerable, that she's laying herself bare for you to dissect, that you are being just as vulnerable, that you love this girl so much it doesn't matter. It's the inherit sisterhood of transfemminity. It's beautiful. I love you so much sister.
Compliment them immediately. Doesn’t matter if it’s their outfit, their voice, their eyes—just make sure they know they’re hot. Bonus points if they get flustered.
Use their yearnings as a second language. If you’re not at least a little dramatic about how breathtakingly beautiful they are and how you’d absolutely perish if they so much as brushed their fingers against your cheek, are you even trying?
Tease them just enough to make them squirm. A little playful banter, a well-placed “Oh? You like that?” and suddenly they’re blushing and looking away, which is exactly the desired outcome.
Be gay. Be so gay. Every sentence should be at least 30% flirting, 50% sapphic pining, and 20% sheer lesbian chaos.
Remind them they’re gorgeous, wanted, and absolutely irresistible. Because they are. And they should know it.
You ever just be horny and hold the blanket wadded up between your legs and grind against it and wish you had someone to grind into, and you feel almost a little submissive as you scroll down all the nasty t4t stuff on tumblr and wish you had a puppyboy or puppy girl to rut into who have freaky kinks and you wanna fuck into them like an animal, biting the back of their neck and shoulder, and growling at them as you lose your mind and pour your cum into them and breed them and overstim them and yourself because you're just an incredibly touch starved individual who gets unbearably hard just holding hands with someone who finds you attractive?
new t4t smut! just wholesome praise kink, light teasing, and fingering (1016 words)
im so hard >-<
“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault,” Lilac cries. “I was pissed, and I didn’t mean for it to get that bad, and—”
“Shhh, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong,” Cadence says, embracing Lilac gently. They stroke Lilac’s hair, calming her down. Lilac hiccups, and Cadence hands Lilac a tissue.
“Th-thanks,” Lilac says shakily. “But still, I yelled at them…”
“Listen to me.” Cadence takes Lilac’s face in their hands, making eye contact. “You stood up for yourself, and I’m proud of you. I love you.” Cadence plants a kiss on Lilac’s forehead, causing her to tear up again.
“I don’t deserve you, you’re too nice to me,” Lilac chokes out between sniffles.
“You deserve to be loved, sweet petal.” Cadence gently rocks Lilac, holding her as long as she needs. Eventually, she softly breaks the hug, collapsing on the bed. Cadence sits down next to her, and she crawls into their lap and faces them.
Thinking about it hurts. Lilac tries to focus on Cadence instead. Her goddess, who she would’ve been fine with worshipping from afar. Sometimes she still can’t believe Cadence is interested in her, too. She turns, nestling her head in Cadence’s chest as they resume stroking her hair.
“Den?” Lilac mumbles.
“What is it, sweetie?”
“Can we, you know…”
“Lili, are you sure you’re in the right mood? You don’t need that right now. Let me comfort you instead.”
Lilac falls silent, contemplating. This is nice, she could sit like this for hours. But she wants more.
“But I want to…” she complains.
“I'm fine with giving you the distraction,” Cadence relents, “but we’re going to talk about what happened later, yes?” Lilac nods. “Good.”
Cadence takes Lilac’s chin, caressing her. Lilac can feel the warmth in their brown eyes before they go in for a kiss. They’re gentle as always, and Lilac enjoys how they explore her with fresh reverence every time. Cadence ends the kiss long enough to slip off Lilac’s shirt, then goes in for another. Their hands travel down Lilac’s body, tracing all the contours of her, admiring her. Lilac rolls up Cadence’s shirt and pushes up their bra. Their tits are small and fit perfectly in Lilac’s palms, and it always relieves stress when Lilac squishes them.
“You look beautiful,” Cadence breathes, pushing Lilac onto her back. Lilac didn’t know she could blush harder than she was already.
“Thank you, but you are cute. You’re a fragrant flower in full bloom, reflecting colors off your petals, luring me to your sweet nectar.”
If Lilac could melt, she’d be a puddle. Her goddess, her Cadence, always knew exactly what to say. They could weave words into vivid tapestries. Lilac moans, trying to goad them into doing more to her.
“Admit you’re cute first,” Cadence orders.
“Fine. I’m cute. Now, please…?”
“That’s better.” Cadence smiles and reaches up Lilac’s skirt, feeling how wet she is. “I love all the cute noises you make for me. You tempt me, but wait a little longer, okay?” They withdraw their hand, running it over and between Lilac’s thighs and stomach, who whimpers in disappointment. She can feel the hot sensation near her crotch that she now experiences on estrogen. It’s a blissful, pleasant feeling, driving her to lust so easily. She wraps her arms around Cadence’s neck, pulling them in roughly for another kiss, their tongues intertwined.
“Please, Den, I need you,” Lilac gasps while they catch their breath.
How can they say no to that? Cadence reaches for the lube on the nightstand. “Good girl.” Lilac blushes so hard she has to cover her face, and Cadence giggles. She knows Cadence is always amused that those two words can do so much to her, but she can’t help it.
Cadence flips up Lilac’s skirt and pulls off her panties. “You beg so freely now, I enjoy that,” they murmur, tracing Lilac’s hole. “I always want to hear what you want and you’re doing a great job with that. I love you, petal.”
“I love y—ah!” Cadence sticks a finger in, working her open, and Lilac forgets what words are. She’s reduced to nothing but clay in Cadence’s hands, and Cadence is sculpting her into an angel, a servant of her goddess.
Cadence adds another finger, spreading her open, and begins to move, hooking their fingers to hit Lilac’s prostate. She tightens around their fingers as she arches her back and orgasms. The actual cum is weak, but she knows they don’t mind.
“That was fast. I’m glad this feels good,” Cadence whispers as they nibble on her ear. Lilac feels another rush of heat that would’ve certainly left her pussy dripping even more if she had one. Cadence’s other hand strokes Lilac’s body, stimulating her as she builds towards another orgasm.
“Den,” Lilac manages to get out. She likes the feel of her lover’s name, so she repeats it between gasps and brings her legs up, trapping Cadence on top of her.
“You’re too damn cute. Look at you, a blushing mess just for me. You’re mine forever, Lili, understand?” When she nods, flushing, Cadence murmurs approval. “Such a good girl.” They start moving to Lilac’s preferred rhythm again, hitting all the right spots. It’s embarrassing to think about how well Cadence knows her body. Soon, Lilac cums again and goes limp. A couple minutes later, Lilac is able to form coherent thoughts again, and recognizes Cadence’s expression.
“You came just from fingering me again?”
“Sh—shut up.” It’s Cadence’s turn to be embarrassed. They roll off of Lilac and face the other way on the bed.
Lilac only laughs. “Hey, don’t pout! You do this every time.” She tugs Cadence’s arm, trying to get them to turn over. They oblige, smiling, and wrap her in a big hug.
“Feeling better, petal?” Cadence asks.
“After that? Of course I am. I love you, Cadence.” She nuzzles under Cadence’s chin and instantly falls asleep.
She’s too precious. I just want to hold her and keep her safe forever, Cadence thinks. “I love you too, Lilac.”
okay maybe I should make my dni a little more specific cause a zionist just liked/reblogged a few of my posts. what part of "just be nice" do you not understand. genocide isn't nice
Can't stop grinding against my mattress thinking about going down on another trans girl in a public bathroom.
Her pressing me against the back of the stall door and pushing her tongue into my mouth as we explore underneath each other's tops.
The desire that flashes in her eyes and the smirk she gives me as I undo her belt.
Hearing her breath hitch as I trace kisses down her neck and torso while slipping her jeans off.
The excitement of slowing pulling down her panties, gazing up at her from my knees, seeing her smile grow and grow.
Hearing the first stifled moans as I tease the head of her girlcock with my tongue; drawing circles around it and flicking against the tip. Looking up to see her looking back, biting her lip and eyes screaming for more.
Feeling her hand run through my hair as I take her deep into my throat, immersing myself in her scent.
Beginning to service her, tip to base, and hearing her start to whimper and moan. Meeting her eyes for a moment to see such passion behind them.
Picking up the pace only to hear her moans get louder and begin to echo. Feeling her hips begin to buck to push herself further into my throat.
Her grabbing my hair so she can fuck my throat as she gets closer and closer.
Feeling her pump that sweet nectar down my throat, all her stress and anxiety leaving her body with it and being replaced with my love and lust.
Sucking the last drops out before being picked up by the chin and pulled into a tender kiss.
Hearing the bathroom door open and flashing each other a smirk and sharing a muted giggle.
and for some reason I struggle to write the typical shorter second-person pov stories that other horny blogs write. my mind requires me to write a whole ass >1000 word story
