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sometimes it is hotter if a boy doesn’t want T at all and gets forced into it anyway. hearing your own voice start to change, little by little, into what I want, which is that cute awkward teen boy pitch. you don’t want an adorable little cock that’s hard all the time? you know that makes it way better, right? I’ll put you on an extra high dose so that you don’t have time to get used to it. you’ll be so constantly wet and needy for me that it’s impossible to think straight <3
craving a older girl who will just touch me completely unprompted whenever and wherever she feels like it, just small things like touching my chest, grabbing my ass, groping me under a table, gently brushing her fingers against my nipples, just gentle touches that make me look around anxiously incase people are watching, I wouldn’t ever tell her to stop, I don’t want to make a fuss over something so small
I would honestly get phallo just for the chance to facefuck a girl and ignore her pitiful slaps against my thigh. if I’m about to cum then that’s way more important than a bitch’s oxygen lol
arobreaking is cuuute because it makes what are ordinarily sweet gestures into something sadistic. I’d love to have rough sex with an enthusiastic aro girl, only to switch it up midway into tender lovemaking… slow, deep thrusts punctuated by “I love you, I love you” and little forehead kisses. maybe she tries to push back against my chest saying “no… no nono” but I just go “yeeeees~” and pin her down with all my strength. praising her and watching her flinch at my words…
good girl. this is how couples should treat each other. <3
it’s just insanely hot that pregnancy doesn’t require consent. at the end of the day, my womb overrides my brain. like, I could have the worst night of my life, raped by someone I thought I could trust, and it wouldn’t even stop there? you could just, force me into the grueling process of getting an abortion? @_@ making appointments and being reminded of what my pussy is for, ngh. well-meaning doctors assuring me that I’m not alone and other women have made it through the same situation </3
tgirl pussy and it’s stretched around my massive strap because we wanted to see how much she could take, but what she’s taking right now is clearly too much. she’s completely frozen up, wide-eyed, hissing at the slightest movement. it hurts so bad that she’s panicking... she’s staring up at me for help, gripping my arms hard enough to bruise, and she’s unable to even speak. I use this clearly dissociative state as an excuse later, saying I had no idea she wasn’t enjoying it. why didn’t she just tell me it was too big? I would have stopped :( she needs to communicate better
to be honest, if a lesbian actually tried to hit on me at a bar, I’d be annoyed at first. “I’m a guy,” I’d say. and she’d be like, “oh no I’m so sorry, I just know that transmascs can be lesbians too! …are you not one of those?” …and after getting an eyeful of her cleavage, I might tell her that actually, I am.
so I take her home and feel her up, and it’s amazing. her dyke tits are so soft and squishy that my fingers sink into them. plus, she’s getting groped by a horned up boy while she’s none the wiser– it’s really turning me on. but I don’t keep it a secret forever. once she gets on top of me, sinking down onto my strap until it’s all the way inside, I ask her: “so do lesbians like you usually fuck men?”
“wha…? but you’re not– it doesn’t count if–”
“oh, but it does,” I explain, grabbing her breedable hips. “I’m not a lesbian.” I start bouncing her on my lap. “sorry, but you’re getting fucked by a femboy right now. I tried to tell you before... were you just interested in seeing what it was like?”
“w-wait, stop. I don’t want this anymore.”
“really?” I ignore her and keep moving. “your body seems to love it.”
“I said stop–”
“say it, then.” I’m thrusting my hips up so I can hit deeper, and the distinctive slapping of skin against skin can be heard. “say you’re a fake lesbian and I’ll stop.”
she looks mortified, but I swear I feel her tighten up.
“well?”
“I’m– mm, I’m a fake lesbian, okay? a-are you happy? now, ha, stop fucking me!”
“I’m not convinced,” I say, smacking her ass.
“ugh! stupid, mmgh, toxic man, you’re raping me! fuck, stop it! I-I… you win, okay? I’m sorry!”
her words are only making me deliriously fucking horny. I squeeze her tits. she keeps moving, even without me forcing her.
“please,” she begs. “I’m a t-total failure of a-a ahh, a dyke. please stop raping me with your male cock, it’s driving me crazy–”
I smile. “why don’t you stop?”
she realizes what she’s doing and stops abruptly, tears welling up in her eyes. she squirms in place for a few moments, then sniffles. “um…”
“hm?”
“I… ugh… I think I might… like men after all…” she’s bright red. poor thing.
I chuckle. “why didn’t you say so? you want me to keep fucking you?”
she bites her lip and nods.
“mm. can you thank me, though?”
she stares at me.
“thank daddy for fixing you, and I’ll fuck you into the mattress.”
she moans loudly. “thank you, daddy! mmf, I love men! p-please keep fixing me with your cock!”
“that’s my girl,” I sigh.
and I spend the next few hours rearranging her insides. <3
for as much as I love subbing in transfem supremacy scenarios, I’d be just as happy to simply be an enabler. I’ll gladly bring you a cuntgirl victim if I get to watch you rape her! I’d do it myself, but it’s just not the same if I can’t put a load in her... you can ruin her more than I ever could if you knock her up, so just let me rub myself to it. really hurt her, ok? I’m counting on you
