Boys Are Like A Type Of Ash Tray That Moans

can we share a smoke together after homoerotically beating each other to a bloody mess

(Minors dni)

Why are you standing at the back of the venue? Take my hand, you're supposed to fucking mosh at a hardcore punk show dude. I'll pick you up when you fall, don't mind the sting in your thigh or the needle and syringe I slip into my pocket when I help you to your feet again. You didn't see anything in my hand. It was probably somebody's spiked clothing. That's what you get for insisting on wearing feminine shit when you know it isn't a reflection of your true self.

I know the local scene pretty well, so I keep taking you to shows every week with me. You follow me around like a puppy. It's pretty cute, to be honest, watching you jump around like one, really getting into it. My friends joke around and tell me to call off my dog before he bites someone. I laugh and just tell them that puppies are like that.

And when the night ends and you're back at my place, you're grinding on my thigh like you're in heat, whining and clawing at my chest. Aww puppy, your tdick is coming in so nicely, and I bet it's sensitive rutting against me huh? It's so cute hearing your voice break while you whine into my neck, getting a little lower every week. I'm being real indulgent letting you make a mess like this on my thigh, you know. So you better clean it off with your tongue when you're done.

"Oh boy i sure wish i had somewhere to put out this lit cigarette" i say staring at your cigarette burn covered arm

t4t but were both cowboys so like. also cb4cb

Trans tumblr is my absolute favorite because I can post some fuck shit like “imagine letting two guys carve a tic tac toe game on you and then beating up the loser” and then 300 dogboys will reblog it like “yeah I busted to this”

fighting with a t-guy over dominace (aka who gets to top) but when i make eye contact - oh no, my muscles give out and suddenly he's overpowered me. i lost, and he's got me pinned, straddling my torso, breathing in my face with a wild look from the brief adrenaline this little bit of exercise gave us, both of us panting from the exertion...

got horny while scrolling through tumblr and then just as i got riled up enough to shove my hand down my trousers, i'm cringing into myself and i want to cry. wtf

nothing grips a closeted tboy like a wlw song where love is not reciprocated because 'i'm not a boy'

imagine humping a cowboy’s boots. thats it . case closed