- clothed (bulges or a stains of arousal, humping/frotting and being desperate for it)
- casual sex :
warming cock, casual fucking while doing something normal, close contact sport/playfighting that turns into something sexual, fucking as casual stress relief, ...i could go on and on 😵💫
- all holes are fun for me
...but you'll probably get a feel for all of that from what i post/reblog
if there's something you're unsure about just ask me. just know that the usual illegal stuff (that i'm not even going to mention) is a hard no for me.
what i look like :
- i'm a short transmasc guy with a pretty average body type
- other aspects of my appearance like my hair and my style constantly shift to whatever i'm currently enjoying lol
- i'm not as big and strong as i'd like to be but i do like to work out for fun whenever i can.
- i'm on t but don't have any surgeries done (yet), though apparently i pass fairly well in public now
- no surgeries means that i have a pussy and i'm completely fine with calling it that
- i love my little dick from bottom growth and i'm very proud of the little guy
- as for my chest, i'm a bit self conscious about it and i'm planning to get it fixed as soon as the paperwork for that is done. in the meantime, i'm trying to use the power of working out to do some customizing on my own
...and here's a lil treat ✨
i think that's about it! have fun scrolling my blog ;)
Of course I’m protective over you. I am your guardian after all, aren’t I?
It is my duty, as I understand, to make sure not a single thing happens to you that they don’t want happening to their precious heir.
Of course I’m going to wince when even those whom I do owe everything in life to, speak at you with an overbearing volume.
I grit my teeth when you are in the courtyard practicing as you’ve been bade to do. When a kinsman or someone of less note goes a little too hard.
My skin begins to boil, and my heart feels as if it bleeds when not a scratch is seen upon my mortal flesh. This armor is overbearing. Constricting like a python around the heart which does bear you so much, and would bear you even more if I could.
I think far too oft’ what I would do if I could punish all those who touched you when I had to bar even the faintest of grazes against your porcelain frame. Even the thought of you sends me into a place to which I cannot speak in anything less than commands to that of the royal personage. Truly what monster am I?
I see those of injustice and I know so clearly how I would punish them for hurting my ward, my protectee, my love…
I am your knight. And I am yours to command. And in turn you are mine to control. You are mine to press my hands too firmly on your shattering porcelain skin. You are mine to be rough with. You are mine to use. You are mine to bear with all that I should have in mind for you. You are mine.
What monster is this that you have allowed into your bed? What monster am I that I want all this and more? Am I your monster?
"I'm a knight searching for my prince" and "I'm a prince: where is my knight??" Fundamental misunderstanding of the dynamic. Mutual obsession and slavering sycophantry do not come pre-packaged; they must be forged whole cloth over a daunting series of quests and fantastical levels of danger that cleave you together until one cannot exist without the other.
No matter how much I pass, I’ll never hide the fact that I’m a trans man. If I’m gonna be a queer elder, I gotta own the queer part. Kids gotta know that there’s a way. There’s a future. There’s a world where they belong because I’ve shown that someone like them has belonged here before. It’s possible to get old and wrinkly and die like every other person. That we’re not some special exception to life, an affront to the cosmos, or natures dirty little secret. We’re as much a part of earth as the trees and salt. That there is joy in being yourself fully, that there is love to be found when you make yourself know. That there is a future, but first I have to get there.
[ID: Digital illustration of a nude trans masculine person, cropped from thigh to shoulder. They are leaning back, holding a small dagger pointing between their legs. They have red top surgery scars, and a hairy chest and stomach. Two pale silhouettes of hands reach around the figure, as if stroking their belly and thigh. The figures are surrounded by a border of leaves and red flowers, with a star in the center overhead. There is an 8 pointed star covering the figures groin. The piece is done in a minimal color palette of black, red, and warm beiges and yellows. /. End ID]
ok on a real genuine level, my testosterone might cost me $400 that I Do Not Have. If any of you perverts have a couple bucks to throw my way, please let me know
Divination starts with needle, thread, and flesh. Tear your skin and reshape it. Heal your body in your own sacred image so that we may fall to our knees and worship.
Sometimes I start to get down on myself and feel less valuable as a gay man because I’m getting older, but then I’ll see man in his early 50s with a face that sends a lightning bolt straight to my dick, and then I feel better about everything lmao
look i love the 'energetic pup/old tired dog' dynamic as much as the next guy but have we considered the possibility of quiet tired pup × older dog that is on a personal mission to crack that kid's shell?
my transition goals? yeah they're pretty normal, i guess i just want to look like your average cis guy. maybe a little more fun. a little sharper around the edges, my teeth a tad too jagged, my eyes a bit too bright. yeah i guess i just want people to see me as a guy when they talk to me, and maybe when minutes, hours, days later they wonder if that was really even a human they were speaking to.
