horny in da void

{24, he, nsfw} ;3

[deartomorrow]

okay so i am A Mess and have a lotta thoughts i wanna share with the void so lets get this over with

do NOT follow or interact if you fetishize trans people, use slurs you can't reclaim, or are under 18 please and thank you

do not dm me asking for pics/sending pics to me (i do want friends tho so like if you wanna talk)

okay so hi! i'm ethan! i'm 24, trans masc, and i needed a place to put all my Thoughts so here i am. this is a side blog and i will only share my main if we get close. i vanish a lot, i fear

(note: i sign off asks with 🐝)

i probably won't reblog images bc a lot of the time they make me uncomfortable, no shame just personal feelings. i just wanted to make a space catered towards me and my tastes bc i get anxious easily

[olderbootbutch]

Oh. It's like that, huh? You want me to take control? You want me to take what I want? You need to tell me these things, you know. You need to tell me it's okay to get a little rough with you. That you like it when I tug your shirt up and pinch your tits a little too hard, when I suck and bite and leave marks all down your neck and your chest. That you want me to hold you down and force your legs open and slap your pussy until my hand comes away wet. That you like it when I grab your cheeks and force your mouth open and spit, that you'll leave your mouth hanging open to take my fingers or whatever else I want to watch you suck. You want to be moved around like a little doll however I think you'll look even prettier, want me to hitch one of your legs over my shoulder and hold it there so I can watch you open up and take me, so I can watch you get my dick wet and tell you what a perfect little hole you are, how you were made to be used just like this. You want me to keep going until I've had enough of you, as if I ever could. Is that how it is? Is that how you want it? Well. You just need to tell me.

[deartomorrow]

i lost so much weight i no longer find myself attractive 😔 curse you mystery illness

[lipsticked-bookworm]

so glad we all agree being cut open is sex

[deartomorrow]

need more fics that include a character humping someone's thigh until they're crying while the other person makes fun of them

[ailouridae]

btw if you have ever fantasized about me you have to tell me exactly what happened. in excrutiating detail. no you dont have a choice.

[chalicechipper]

yes waiter one toxic thighfucking premature ejaculation crying yaoi please

[sizzlingcandyjellyfishhhhhh]

I think some of you guys are lying about wanting someone to put out a cigarette on you tbh I think some of you would cry

[deartomorrow]

let me sit on ur lap and be mean to u

[deartomorrow]

biting you biting you biting you

[deartomorrow]

*twirling my hair* so you think i'm annoying? <3

[deartomorrow]

i DO bark, sometimes

[animentality]

[ouroborosmoons]

[deartomorrow]

i think its so fun to wear my pink lace bra under my like. dark green masc clothes idk why

[puppy-t-b0y]

Please please please make me hump your boots! I’ll be so good and make a mess all over the floor just for you. Make me do anything you want! I’m a good boy :33

[kysluts]

wanna use a pretty boy like a little experiment doll. lay down for me and be a good boy while ‘m testing everything out and seeing what makes you twitch the hardest or moan the loudest, but we gotta keep going no matter how much you cum because ‘m just too determined to figure my pretty boy out, okay? <3

[gods-we-were-hungry]

I just think it’s practical.

You make me a mess, then you hold me like you’re cleaning up after yourself. Responsible. Considerate. Gentlemanly, even.

Fuck me till I forget how to stand and then remind me—gently, with both hands on my hips and a kiss to the cheek that we’re in love or something equally dangerous. Wipe your mouth, hand me my socks. Ask what I want for dinner.

It’s not depraved. It’s coordinated. We’re good at this. We’ve got a system.

I lean over the sink to rinse a glass—your hands on my waist, just resting there like you’re claiming property.

I burn the toast. You ruin my neck. Balance.

This is our little economy: affection in filth, affection in silence, affection in forehead kisses and fucked-up hair and “don’t forget your keys.”

I want to be the kind of undone that still gets errands done.

Wrecked, yes, but still presentable.

Still picking out produce with shaky hands.

Still saying “yes, babe, cauliflower’s fine,” while remembering the way your mouth felt ten minutes ago. It’s not about sex, not always. Sometimes it’s just about being seen.

Handled.

Known.