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fucking freak

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I will no longer act like a desperate little boy that is so obedient. I only started that shit because I know grown men like submissive kids, but I never fit that mold, which they quickly learned after DMing me.

I am 18, a trans man, straightforward and a bit mean. Here's some gay ass pngs

That's all for now.

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Throwback to when I ran a fairly popular tiktok account (5000 followers, which is a lot to me), and got cancelled for being misogynistic and having adult horror themes.

The account was about Call Of Duty scenarios where the reader is a characters son, there were lots of characters I wrote of. My whole account was Male Reader. In my pinned post I stated that I only did male reader and didn't feel the need to write female reader. Got called misogynistic for that one. Never even spoke about women in any way, just that one mention, and only that mention.

The adult horror themes you ask? It was horror, the scenarios often dealt with the father COD character witnessing their sons death, dealing with grief, and such. I got graphic with it. I like writing in depth descriptions, it's literally all I'm good for (don't you dare ask me to write dialogue). These graphic depictions also gave me an opportunity to learn about anatomy and how the body functioned, along with cultures that are not my own.

Then a post was made on twitter (always twitter dude) about how awful I was and the comments were about how awful I was then randos DM'd me on TikTok about how misogynistic I was and all sorts of bullshit.

I was sixteen when this all happened. I even made a birthday post telling people I had turned sixteen, it was easy information to find. My family life was not going well and I added that to my posts (not a big vent slide, just turning something serious into a funny joke), I was already stressed from that then the added death threats (yeah, there were death threats) on top of it? Oh lorrrddd.

People really loved my work, and I'm so happy I made those people happy. The flood of unneeded hate just wiped everything out of me, I made a few final posts and disappeared. I actually got scared of writing graphic horror for a while, I was scared of that hate coming back.

I'm older now, I don't touch TikTok, I write anything I want, I'm free.

TL;DR don't post anything creative to TikTok, they will get upset.

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I ain't objectum, just a guy that was raised by a car guy, but dear lord a 1969 Chevrolet Camaro Z28 Sport Coupe gets me harder than it should.

Is there a term for when you get off to muscle cars? This is Tumblr, someone has gotta make a term.

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I need to eat my teeth. This thought had plagued me for longer than I'd like. I imagine my teeth popping out of my gums then I just chew until the teeth are dust and swallowed. I know what tooth dust tastes like, my teeth have been shaved down, it's not completely awful. Those thoughts really started when I got my braces off years ago. I know the teeth would crack like hard candy, then I keep chewing, the blood from my gums would make it all wet in my mouth so it'd be a bit difficult to chew.

I got weird tendencies.

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Jackin off to cartoon kids is weird, no denying that fact. But I'd rather a weirdo jerk it to drawn fictional characters than real photographs of children, or art of real children.

I wish those weirdos would just crank it to art of fully grown women with unachievable breasts and ass like any normal person, but if you're get off on kids, I'd like for those kids not to exist in real life.

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My mom is so bad at hiding porn on her phone. You don't exit the tab when a person gets right near you, you leave before they get near you. Don't rush it either, that's suspicious. Cmon lady, get better.

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Bratty tboy son that's quite rude and does not hold back.

Mean dad that yells at anyone and loves making others cry.

Bratty tboy pisses his dad off all the time, always messing with his tools and stealing his clothes. Don't get me started on the cursing that boy did.

"You're a fucking loser!" The boy yelled, raiding his father's closet for a flannel. His father was already mad, work was irritating and now he had to deal with a stupid tboy? His blood was hot. His strong hands went around his son's throat, pulling him away from the closet and shoving him to the floor.

"call me a fucking loser? Look at you! You're such a fucking freak," he spat on the boy. The father grabbed the flannel on the closet floor and forced it on the boy's face as he got between his legs, his erection against the boys cunt. The father knew why his son always wore his clothes, the scent got him dripping. "Getting off to your father," he pulls the garment of the boy's face and tosses it away, that hand going back to his throat. He rubbed his bulge against that bratty cunt.

"fuck," he moaned. His hands grabbed his father's wrist, getting fuzzy brained. His boypussy did all the thinking. His father undid his pants, ripped them down and stared.

"already wet? You're fucking useless, should've pulled out," he rubbed his bulge against the bare cunt. So many whimpers came out of that pretty mouth.

"then who would you fuck?" The son breathed out, the denim fabric rubbed on him, it burned, but burned good. his heart racing and brain already melting.

"guess you're right," the father pulled his zipper down and freed his cock, precum leaking, ready to breed it's own kin. He shoved his cock inside, groaning. The boy squeaked, contacting around the monster cock. "Cocksleeve," he groaned.

"son fucker," the boy wasn't wrong. "Ngh.." he couldn't stop making noises, his dad's cock was so great. he came so quickly, a loud "aghh!" Escaping him, his back arching and pussy spasming.

"cum fast, faggot," the father thrusted one final time to release his sperm. So much sticky white goodness leaked out of his boys cunt, he had to laugh. the boy was definitely about to pass out from lack of air and cunt use.

"knock yourself out, freak." He pulled out, releasing his son's throat. He left the flannel on the boy's chest and left, crack a beer and wait for his bitch wife to come home to see the mess.

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Yikes. It's sweaty out here.

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I need to eat someone. Not sexually. Not to show affection. To simply eat. Like having a nice hot meal after working all day, simply just food you enjoy. This isn't a new thing for me, I've had the urge since I was a kid. The need. I have always needed to eat another human. The closest I got to that was licking off my friend's blood from his self harm, that definitely made it worse. This isn't a vent post, I am not saddened by the fact I have that urge. This is not a reoccurring intrusive thought. If it was intrusive that would mean I don't want those thoughts, I very much do want to think about eating another being.

Nothing in my childhood occurred that would trigger this reaction, as it started in my childhood, before I knew what a number was. I was never abused by anyone, it's not a safety response. It's just something that started for no reason. No sad story to explain it.

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"I'm a criminal in 72 counties!"

Imma need you to shut.

Shut.

Not funny.

Sad.

Depressing even, that it's illegal to be a homosexual in so many countries.

Not a joke.

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Anyone know any drawn g0r3 p0rn of men? G0r3 p0rn of women is just some edgy shit, I wanna see men get tormented.

Or is this just me?

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Real undies my mom got for me

Sux no one is gonna see them

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Gues whos legal now

Me

It's me

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Tboy gets mocked by big hairy daddy for having a pathetic happy trail

You were such a tryhard horny teen cuntboy. Always shooting your shot with Wayne, a tremendously older man than you that kept saying "when you get older," that was the reply to everything you said to him. The reply you got when *others* were around. You always tempted him, pulling at your waistband, trying to get him to look at your hairy boycunt. Having your shirt pulled up just a little so he'd see your pathetic happy trail you desperately tried growing out.

It was almost like you tried mimicking him. Trying to be a big hairy man like him when you were really a stupid, short, cuntboy that's constantly horny.

You were at your flirting again. He was in his garage, hiding from everyone to look at dirty porn magazines. You had your arms up above you on the door frame, barely reaching, but your shirt was lifted to show the dark whisps. Wayne thought deeply about this. No one was around so surely he can't get in trouble.

"You think that's a happy trail?" He mocks, unbuckling his belt and unzipping the fly. Lifting his shirt to show that thick hair that led straight to his cock. His stomach pooched, the hair bunched together beautifully. You felt that hot pool in your tummy and Wayne could tell. "You're not a man, just a dumb cuntboy trying to be one," he saw you as a male, he wasn't a jerk, just... you were a boy to him. A boy that needed to be taught how to be a man.

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In order to get a daddy boyfriend, you must like daddy boyfriend things

Tboy son cunt and dad rock