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[butch-patriarchy]

Trans boy Tdick 💕🥰✨💞

Trans boy Pussy 💕🥰✨💞

Trans boy Phalloplasty 💕🥰✨💞

Trans Boy Strap 💕🥰✨💞

Trans boy Meta Dick 💕🥰✨💞

[wineddinedfucked]

I LOVE FAT HAIRY MEN REBLOG IF YOU ALSO LOVE FAT HAIRY MEN

[thatmonsterfuckerguy]

Male Pumpkin Head Scarecrow x FTM reader

Warnings: Plant-like scarecrow, lots of pumpkin-like cum with pumpkin seeds (no, you don't get pregnant, they're pumpkin seeds), rough fucking, vine bondage

It was a cool fall evening. You absolutely loved the season. The smell, the colours, the temperature, you could go on. You were situated on the countryside where lots of corn grew. In fact, there was a cornfield nearby you liked to go to to read during the evenings. You were on your way there now with a towel and a good book. You found your little spot where the corn parted a bit and set yourself up. You read until the sun began to set.

As the end of the day was nearing, you had gotten to a particularly smutty part of the book you were reading. You looked around and listened. You were completely alone. You felt a cheeky tingle go up your spine as the thought crossed your mind. You began to slowly reach down and into your pants as you read. You began to masturbate.

Unbeknownst to you, you weren't in fact alone in the cornfield. Not too far from you was a pumpkin headed scarecrow. Every evening, the scarecrow would come down from his perch and wander the field to entertain himself after a long day of not doing much.

It wasn't too long before he found you. He curiously and cautiously watched you. He thought it was curious how you appeared male like him, but had something completely different between your legs. Something he'd never seen before. It was attractive to him nonetheless and he just accepted that that sort of thing was possible.

He reached down, watching you, as he too began to play with what was in between his legs. It was a large, phallic thing that looked very plant-like. It twitched every time you made a small, involuntary sound. The scarecrow's breath hitched. He accidentally let out a small moan which caught your attention.

You looked up at him and you both froze in place. The scarecrow's heart dropped, but he also felt some pleasure from being discovered. You studied him and looked down at his cock. You were way too horny to be afraid, especially with a nice cock like that right in front of you. You didn't question how this was even possible, you figured you'd do that later. For now, you took off your pants and underwear, turned around and spread your front hole for the scarecrow. You gestured for him to come closer. The scarecrow hesitated. Then he slowly crawled over to you. He put his hands on your hips. He was surprisingly soft and plant-like for a scarecrow, but still colder than your average human person.

You felt him twitch against your entrance as he panted. He became shaky. He let himself slide inside without thinking. He clearly wasn't aware of the fact that you needed to adjust to him. It hurt and you winced and groaned, but it hurt in a good way. The scarecrow let out a lengthy moan as his length went inside you. He moaned as he twitched inside you, not moving. It was definitely his first time. You rocked your hips back and forth to show him what he needed to do. He let out surprised moans as you slid up and down his length and was confused when you stopped. You gave him an expectant look. He suddenly understood and began fucking you properly. He gripped your hips tightly and guided you up and down his length as he fucked into you. You couldn't really suppress your moans anymore and neither could he.

Suddenly, vines uprooted from the ground and coiled around your wrists and ankles to keep you steady. You were concerned at first, but when you saw your fuck buddy wasn't reacting, you put two and two together and realized it was probably his doing. You loved it. You leaned into him more to make him go deeper. The scarecrow coiled his arms around you, hugging your back as he fucked you faster. You both moaned louder in response. More vines began to coil around you, up your arms and legs and around your body.

You tried to break free to at least reach your t-dick to no avail. Luckily, the scarecrow noticed what you trying to do and felt around for what you were trying to reach. Once he touched your t-dick, you cried out, giving him his answer. He rubbed it a bit as he fucked you until the vines spread to it and began stroking it and coiling around it for you, giving you an amazing sensation.

Your increased display of arousal was driving the scarecrow mad. He fucked into you even harder and faster, desperate. The vines made sure to never stop moving on and around your t-dick for as long as they were on you.

The rest of the vines ran over your body, excitedly searching for more erogenous zones to stimulate. Whenever they found one, they didn't leave the spot alone. You were in and out of feeling overstimulated, but never long enough for it to bother you. Your body quivered as an orgasm began to build up. It didn't go unnoticed. The scarecrow quickened his pace for you again and the vines followed suit. Ecstasy coursed through your body as the scarecrow unleashed an abnormally large gush of cum into you with what felt like pumpkin seeds in it.

As the scarecrow came down from his orgasm, the vines let go of you and retreated back into the ground. The scarecrow pulled out of you and you examined the scene as he caught his breath. Yeah, there were pumpkin seeds in his cum. His cum was a gooey orange colour. It looked like a mixture of pumpkin juice and cum with seeds. You turned your attention back to the scarecrow and got close to him again. He silently watched you. You pulled him into a cuddle session and he returned the affection tenfold. You spent the whole night together.

From then on, you kept coming back to him throughout the season to spend time together. You also found out he could write and sign and that his name was Stitches. As the season was coming to an end, you began to worry. You decided you'd visit the farmer who owned him and ask to buy him. Surely the farmer didn't know his scarecrow was alive right? You didn't want to risk it and sound crazy, so you acted as though he was a regular scarecrow.

You came up to the farmer's door nervously and asked. The farmer looked at you deadpanned and said,

"So you're the one who's been fucking my scarecrow?" You were stunned, you didn't know what to say. The farmer admitted that he knew the scarecrow was alive and that the scarecrow often expressed how fond he was of you through writing and sign language. The farmer said you could keep the scarecrow for free if you swore not to tell a soul he was sentient. The farmer expressed that he didn't want to be investigated by any secret services. He also admitted he was a mage. You agreed to keep his secrets and soon, your new scarecrow boyfriend/fuck buddy (depending on whether you're arospec or not) moved in with you.

[forcemascfox]

I need a man who can dominate me like I'm a bad little boy and his sex slave in the bedroom and gently dominate me to pass as much as possible and be a good man in public.

Is that too much to ask?

[elffucker490]

Oc brief:

Harwith Denmyn is an effeminate male Snow Elf noble who took you in. He's very parental and caring towards you and knows you love it when he babies you, but won't do it in public if you don't want him to. He's not perfect despite what he wants you too think and can be a bit of a posh snob sometimes.

Kinks he's perfect for: Praise, being babied, light degradation, femboy kink

[pillowbo]

Trans cowboy flirts with you and takes you home with him in his cool car. He is a small dom with a big strap just for you, baby.

[butch-patriarchy]

Some of you desperately need strap from a boy with the tism.

[puppy-named-shitposting]

i think if a wlw called me hot or smth to show they were into me, then for me to say “i’m a dude”, and them say “ew okay nvm”, would fix me smth smth and then we’re best friends.

[thatmonsterfuckerguy]

Victorian ghost man who's shy and sexually repressed from his time alive. You gently help him come out of his shell only for him to abuse his new found confidence and tease you when you have guests over because nobody can see him anyway unless he wants them to. He gets insanely embarrassed and flustered, but loves it when you teach him a lesson by fucking the life back into him after the guests leave. I guess you could call him a brat?

[provagore]

Ok but what if I'm having a rough day and thinking some bad stuff about myself and someone grabs me by the hair and says a little harshly that I'm "dumber than they thought" and that the stuff I'm thinking about literally doesn't matter because I'm just there to look cute and be used huh. What then.

[distressedoverajinx]

Me: Hi honey, how are you?

My boyfriend: *fucking drop kicks me into subspace*

Me: :0!

[pillowbo]

Put. Your fucking. Age in your bio before I pie you in the face. And not in a sexy way. At least put it in your pinned post. Just something if you're going to interact with NSFW blogs. It's not hard.

[butch-patriarchy]

Some of you need dick from a boy with phalloplasty and it shows.

[transgender-tech-support]

sometimes my boyfriends computer boots up, it goes into his BIOS settings and because he has a beefy computer it looks tekkie and fancy as fuck. He’ll always hand me his mouse and keyboard and go “if u wanna check on it” and then it’s like i’m the Computer Doctor doing its Checkup, and I don’t have the heart to tell him that it’s not like task manager or Event Viewer, so I click through a few screens and turn some things on then back off and hand it back and “clean bill of health! You’re taking very good care of her!” and he gets a big smile because he Is Taking Care Of Her, and Got A Good Grade In Computers :)

[thatmonsterfuckerguy]

Male!Yander!Vampire X FTM!Reader

Warnings: He's possessive, he's creepy, he drinks your blood without consent, but the sex is consetual, he's a stalker, he fucks the reader rough, fast, and in a primal fashion, he bites, he leaves marks, he's an older man from the Victorian era

You decided to treat yourself by going to a cheap masquerade party this weekend with some friends. It was nothing too pricy, but still kept the fancy aesthetic. Unfortunately for you, your friends all wandered off and left you alone. You were sitting at the bar of the place, bored with a drink in your hand.

"Why the long face?" You heard a voice say. It was an older man's voice. His voice was bordering on reassuringly soft and creepily soft. You turned to face him slowly in your drunken state.

"My friends left me. I'm bored." You bluntly told him. His face was sunken in and his hair was graying a bit. His face was aged handsomely despite how skeletal it was. He frowned at your response.

"That's a shame, dear. Would you like me to keep you company?" He asked.

"Sure." You shrugged.

"Cain Ashdown, at your service, Sir." He smiled as he stuck out his hand for a shake.

"Y/n, nice to meet you." You introduced yourself back as you shook his hand. You both talked about your lives for a good half-hour. You did most of the talking. He kept his side of the conversation pretty vague. You felt like he was talking a whole lot of nothing. He was rather mysterious, you found it charming in a way. Suddenly, the music changed and caught his attention.

"Oh! I love this song. Would you care for a dance with me, Sir?" He asked. Something about him was so alluring. You couldn't get yourself to say 'no' even if you wanted to.

"Of course!" You found yourself smiling as you said it. You hoped he hadn't noticed your blush, but his smug smile told you he definitely did. He took you into a dance gently. He was very graceful as he danced. You were just trying to keep up.

"Watch me, dear, and try to follow slowly. Once you feel comfortable, I'll go a bit faster." He gently reassured you. Something about the way he said it made you blush as an involuntary shiver went up your spine. The way he was holding you, combined with the heads turning towards you two, and the alcohol you had, were making your body temperature rise greatly. You were thankful for your overcoat, it hid the sweat stains on your dress shirt. He was getting in closer and closer as the dance went on. You were trying your best to keep it together, but your legs were starting to shake with want for him. You nearly fell over, but he caught you. "Are you alright, dear?" He asked.

"Y-yeah, thanks, I think I need to sit down... Maybe some water..." You forced yourself to pant out.

"I'll accompany you." He smiled. You suddenly noticed how long, narrow, and sharp his canines were. You blinked and his lips were sealed again. You must have had more to drink than you thought. He helpfully guided you away from the dance floor. He could smell the blood flowing to the thing between your legs, fighting himself not to devour you right there, in public, right now, both literally and figuratively. He helped you sit down once you got water. He was like a bird of prey with his dramatic cape that was part of his costume, and you felt like a mouse. He suddenly felt your face. "You're burning, dear, are you alright?" He said almost teasingly. You leaned into his hand further, your nerves were calmed by the alcohol. "Oh my..." You looked up at him with want. "Come, lay on me, dear." He offered. You leaned into his chest. His hands were boney and chilled. You didn't mind, especially now. You felt very hot, the cold was welcomed. He played with your hair and caressed your skin. He slowly creeped down to your thigh. You gasped. He pulled away swiftly. "I beg your pardon, I didn't mean to startle you... Is it alright if I take you elsewhere? Maybe relieve you a bit?" He asked. You suddenly noticed something hard poking you from beneath. You knew exactly what he wanted.

"Yes... please..." You found yourself slurring without thinking. "B-but there's something you need to know... I was assigned female at birth, and I haven't gotten bottom surgery..." You stammered, worrying this handsome man would desert you upon hearing it.

"I don't mind one bit." He grinned and abruptly took you into a bridal carry. He smiled at you as your face flushed when you looked up at him. He was surprisingly strong for such a thin framed man. Once you both left the party, he began carrying you over to a fancy hotel nearby.

"Goodness, boy, the restraint it took not to devour you in front of all those people when you said 'yes'" He chuckled. A lovely shiver went up your spine again. You couldn't help yourself, you grabbed his face and kissed him passionately. He was a very good kisser. His tongue was very long and sharp. He indulged you for a good minute before pulling away to speak. "Now, now, not in the street, you silly boy." He teased. You felt yourself sort of swoon. He carried you up to a hotel room and practically threw himself onto you, on the bed. He waisted no time covering you in kisses and nips as he stripped you. There was no way you could suppress your moans. "God, you're handsome." He let out through his kisses.

"Please... in me..." You panted.

"Are you on birth control or do I need a condom?" He asked.

"I'm on... no need... please..." You panted desperately. He practically tore off his clothes, lubed himself up, and slid into you faster than a human could. You moaned involuntarily at the feeling of him sliding inside. You were in too much heat to care about how fast he went. He started off slow to ease you onto him. You looked up at him. He looked very predatory in the dim light. He looked like a hungry beast with the wild look in his eyes, his long, sharp teeth, the way he pinned you down... A tinge of fear and arousal built up in you. You could swear he looked more like a skeletal beast than he did before. He barely looked like a man anymore. You held him closer to your body. He was fucking you fast and rough like an animal and you loved it. He slid his long tongue up your neck. You shivered with a moan.

"May I bite?" He panted.

"Yes!" You moaned. He grinned slyly. He positioned himself right above your neck, kissing and licking it first. He slid his hand down to your t-dick and skillfully stimulated you. You let out louder moans than before.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Yes!" You panted. He suddenly bit down. A sharp, icy pain corsed through your body combined with the most intense orgasm you had ever felt. You practically screamed. He covered your mouth, not to alert the hotel staff. Your hole was gushing more than it ever had while you were on testosterone. You quivered under him. He retracted his teeth as you came down from your high. You felt weaker than before.

"Do you need a break, dear?" He asked.

"Uh-huh..." You panted. He pulled out slowly. He kissed you where he bit you softly, lapping up the blood that was spilling. "Am I bleeding...?" You asked in a daze.

"Only a bit, dear, no need to fret. I'll treat your wound before I let you go anywhere." He told you in a hushed tone as he held you in his arms. Your eyes focused on him. He did look more beastly than before.

"W-what are you...?" You quivered. He smiled sympathetically at you.

"I'm a vampire, dear, but nobody will believe you if you said a word of it." He bluntly told you.

"Am I gonna become a vampire too?!" You panicked.

"No, no, don't worry, I meerly drained you a bit. You're still human, just, with less blood for the time being." He grinned.

"You could have asked me." You let out.

"I technically did." He grinned, trying not to laugh at his own stupid joke. You rolled your eyes while begrudgingly smiling.

"I mean you could have told me you would drink my blood." You corrected yourself.

"If I asked properly, you wouldn't have let me bite." He explained.

"Yes, I would have." You told him.

"Most people wouldn't have." He corrected himself. "Considering the fact that you let me feed on you this time, does that mean you'd let me do it again?" He asked. You thought for a moment.

"Are you gonna keep seeing me and fucking me every so often?" You asked. He grinned.

"Yes." He chuckled. "I'd love to. You're such a fine, young man." He flirted as he gently caressed your face.

"Then yes, I will." You smiled back. He grinned.

"Would you like another round without me draining you this time? I'll fill you instead." He flirted. You impulsively pulled him back onto you. He wasted no time slipping back inside you. "Now that you know what I am, I don't need to hold back anymore." He teased. He gradually quickened his pace until it was faster than a human's. He chewed on your skin leaving marks all over you, though not as strongly as when he drank your blood. It was a pleasant pain. He held you close, possessively. "Mine..." He panted. His claws dug into your back. He was pressing against your t-dick with his other hand, making damn sure he felt your hole pulse tighter around him every few seconds. He flipped you around and began fucking you from the back, while staying in the same hole. He manipulated you with such ease like you were a ragdoll. He was so animalistic in bed compared to the dapper, but slightly unsettling gentlemen you met earlier that night. He was panting quickly into your ear as he pounded into you. You could hear him frothing at the mouth behind you. "Mine. Mine. Mine!" He kept whispering obsessively. He suddenly let out a beast-like bellow as he slowed his pace, overfilling you. His grip on you softened as he caught his breath. "Forgive me, dear, I tend to get a little... possessive... when in heat..." Despite sounding and appearing confident as he spoke, couldn't bring himself to look you in the eyes.

"That's alright." You said softly as you played with his hair. He smiled warmly at you. "So, how long have you been like this anyway?" You asked.

"Since 1887." He admitted.

"Yeah, that checks out." You laughed as you messed his hair playfully. He chuckled with you. You kept seeing each other since. You also discovered that his meeting you was no coincidence. He had seen you before the night you met and he pulled various strings to get you to meet him. He's a little obsessive, sometimes creepily so, but nothing too crazy... You think anyway.

[provagore]

Taking a long time to cum sucks until you can pet yourself between your legs for a looong time, thinking about how he could reasonably use your clit as a stim toy and you'd just have to squirm and drool about it