If Your In Your Room Touching Yourself, Keep Going And Reblog This Little Tumblr Whore

not arguing with a pretty tboy who wants to stab me, whatever you say angel

in another life im a swaggy white boy making out with my bf in the gas station bathrooms

Boys are like a type of ash tray that moans

starting a makeout session with jus gentle small kisses, hand holding or resting to keep you supported slowly turnin into pulling me onto your lap and pulling you closer, slow breathing turning into panting because air shouldn't exist but it does so now we're both covered in marks, small noises bc goddamn your pretty and oh hello i want to kiss you again, and the outside world dont exist, groping and manhandling+ makingout >>>>>>>>>

they didnt give me a penis because i would be so good at having boners i would literally win every boner compatition and thats why they were tooooo scared

Vintage Homoerotic Photographs from issue 93 of kink and leather magazine Drummer by photographer George Dureau depicting different bodied men

I hate small talk can you put your cigarette out on me

(Minors dni)

Hey. You. Yeah, you. The fuck are you doing wearing that shit? I told you, no more feminine crap. Fucking hell man, you look like a girl. Not like the man I know you are inside. Anyways, c'mon. We gotta fix this mess.

I'm dyeing all your stuff black and while I'm painting new patches for your jacket, I'm forcing you to sit on the ground with your head between my spread legs so you can get a good look at what you'll have one day. Hold still you fucking dog, good boys know how to wait. If you're that desperate to get off, you can use my boot like a mutt. Don't you dare make me mess up the stitching on these patches though, this shit's a pain in the ass to get right.

When I'm done, you'll finally look like what you're supposed to. Buzzed head, black denim, and a jacket with patches screaming all the things that you were too scared to even whisper when you were entertaining that stupid idea about being a girl. Chains hanging from your belt, and steel-toed leather boots good enough for crushing the assholes who get in your way.

I'm taking you to a concert in some cramped grimy basement later. It'll be loud, but your voice cracking from the T I'm putting you on will be louder.

im so not okay holy fuck. im going to be fucking homeless in a month

does no one rp anymore? i don't know where to find people who'd wanna rp with me :c