#t4t frotting

[yourtranstwink]

one hour check in for the tally:

12 hit (8 from notes + 3 from asks)

1 hour and 15 minutes of edging (30 minutes from notes + 45 minutes from asks)

keep it coming, i’d love to be an absolute mess tonight :))

intox notes game!!

this will be open from 9pm EST to 12am EST. after that time is complete, then i’ll be completing the game. spamming notes is allowed (and highly encouraged 🫣)

if you submit asks, you are allowed to tell to edge for up to 15 more minutes OR take 1-3 more hits. you’re allowed to submit multiple asks, just don’t go too crazy

goals

every 10 notes: take 1 hit

20 notes: edge for 10 minutes

every 25 notes: take 2 extra hits

30 notes: edge for 20 minutes

50 notes: cockwarm a dildo until all hits are complete

75 notes: edge for 30 minutes

100 notes: let @bunnypuppppp control my wand until i finish

bonus goal! (just in case)

150 notes: put in my vibrating butt plug

[patientsaint]

T4T scissoring until you find the perfect spot and you’re rubbing the heads of your dicks together >>>>

[faggy-mutt]

I get possessive so easily :<

in my head me nd my mutuals are already making out nd frotting moaning into eachother's mouths nd neck kissing biting but I'm totally normal !! no big deal hehe :3

[puppycat-boy-pussy]

beautiful big girlcock and adorable little tdick frotting save me~

[itti-the-mouse]

I need to draw frotting.

I need to write frotting.

I need to frotting.

frotting.

[banjo-butch]

this is what t4t looks like

[dumbass-doe]

doe has realized just how much she loves size difference,, gods i love the visual here ;/////; little big reminders 🦌💜

little doe loves showing off why she's little doe >\\\<

[yourtranstwink]

"we might have to change that" made my dick throb omg..??

i'm getting too needy thinking abt frotting w another tboy now,,,

omg pleaseee, frotting with a tboy would be glorious. frotting to then fucking >>>>

[rancidboypeach]

wanna come over to smoke? maybe make out with the bong between us? Pausing to take rips while we grind and frot against each other? getting lost in how wet and hot smoking makes you and how every touch just feels so good

[faggy-mutt]

I see you liking and reblogging my posts and low-key wanna frot tdicks together and pant into each other's mouths while we make out you're so cool

-🦈

AH OMG THANK UU ,,,,

U are cool >:3

so many thoughts about frotting today ,,, need it sm :((( pretty boy against my dick when

[mouseyratz]

Ugh real real real I was thinking Abt this at work yesterday :'- 0

Fuck I need another trans guy to frot with. Let’s rub our swollen t-dicks together as we get all fucking wet.

[tgirldomme]

why is frotting the best thing since sliced bread?!?!

and i don’t just mean typical transfem-transfem frotting (although god knows it’s amazing)

i mean rubbing my cock back and forth on a needy tdick while i watch a pretty boy squirm. a pure glans-to-glans makeout session. i mean bragging about him how much bigger i am before i pound his throbbing boycunt into a pulp.

i mean slowly brushing our clitties together when we’ve gotten too tired to keep going, enamoured with the afterglow of lovemaking.

[needystar]

Normalize waking up with my legs spread and pinned down and someone humping and rutting into me cause they saw me sleeping so peacefully in my little shorts and tank top and couldn’t resist themselves from having their hands all over me.

They wouldn’t stop when I wake up and realize what they’re doing “Sorry puppy, you looked so cute I couldn’t hold back.” I’d moan and whine and cum in seconds from only getting humped.

[nevadaafterdark]

-> FARMBOY ON COWBOY ACTION <3

synopsis: thinking reeeaaally hard about working on a ranch/farm and pining over one of the really hot cowboys that work the cattle..

word count: ~900

(contents: t4t ftm4ftm, pet names (farmboy, beau, shug), frotting, fingering, light bullying/degradation, slight body betrayal, dubcon, nsft)

i'm still kinda new to writing porn! feedback is appreciated <3

you've been working on a farm, or maybe a ranch. the technicalities don't matter. maybe you're doing some of the lighter work, like tending to the chickens. y'know, collecting eggs, breaking broody hens, making sure the momma hens are getting enough to eat and drink as they stay with the eggs. it's a work-intensive job, but relatively light on the body. your boots are broken in but not overly worn.

but god if you can't keep your eyes off that one cowboy that saunters around like his dick is too big to fit in his blue jeans. he rides that shire horse like he's riding into war even though he's only herding cattle. you're lucky you can dish out excuses like watching the pasture for foxes and snakes when you're looking out at the cattle fields.

and yet, of course, luck isn't always on your side. one day, he confronts you about your lingering eyes (something about "you got a lazy eye? or a lack of respect?"). you adamantly deny everything -- obviously -- if only for the sake of his ego not growing too big. sure, you've interacted before, but this is new.

he laughs and takes your hand, his callouses abrasive against your softer hands. with less effort than you think it should take, he tugs you up into the saddle, practically on his lap. he laughs against the nape of your neck, his hot breath against your skin making you dizzy.

"what's the matter, farmboy?" he mumbles, his lips brushing against your skin. it sends electric tingling down your spine. "scared to take a ride? i just wanna show you somethin', that's all."

you deny it (saying something about the other workers not being competent enough to watch for hawks, which is honest-to-god bullshit) and squirm in the saddle. he wraps an arm around your waist and hisses out a warning to stay still. he squeezes the horse's sides with his calves and you're jostled as the horse starts walking, then trotting towards the treeline.

you ask him what he thinks he's doing. he just laughs, nipping at your neck and squeezing your middle again. his fingers find your belt and fiddle with the buckle. "it's alright, shug. i ain't gonna kill you or nothin'."

after a few minutes of riding (and his fingers dipping into the waistband of your pants but laughing and taking them out when you gasp), the horse comes to a stop in a forest clearing. he lifts you off the saddle, then hops off.

he unhooks his personal bag off the horse's saddle and drapes it over his shoulder. he gives the horse's dock a light slap, and it canters off, back towards the ranch.

the clearing is nice -- there's wildflowers dotting the tall grass and a rocky crag shadowing half the clearing. he stands behind you, his hands finding your belt buckle again. you gasp, and he laughs, breathy against the shell of your ear.

you call him an asshole and he just laughs again. "oh, you don't mean that, shug. i can tell."

before you can protest, his hand dips into your pants, his fingers immediately gliding over your tdick and running the pad of his finger down your slit. he chokes back a groan. "fuck. goddammit -- you just walk around like this, huh?"

you exhale heavily and deny it. you deny it even though you're hard, even though you're dripping, even though you're fighting the instinct to buck your hips into his hand.

he grinds against your ass, his belt buckle digging into your skin as he dips a finger in you. you hiss, and he laughs. "what, don't like that, farmboy? then maybe you shouldn't be walkin' around, wet and ready and just waitin' for someone to take you."

you huff, your breath becoming more labored as he starts moving his finger. you scoff and your head falls back against his shoulder as he adds a second, rubbing the heel of his hand against your tdick with every motion. he curls his fingers, his fingertips brushing against that rough spot inside you that makes you spit and curse like a feral cat.

"fuck this," he growls under his breath. he fumbles with your belt buckle, undoing it before undoing the button of your jeans and tugging down the fly. he circles around you, undoing his own belt, button, and fly.

he flicks the body of his bag behind him, then grabs your waist with enough force to bruise and brings your hips to his. both you and him let out strangled sounds as the heads of your tdicks bump and rub against each other. he ruts against you, groaning lowly.

"goddamn, shug, you're so fuckin' hard," he manages through his whining noises. "do i do this to you? don't answer, i already know."

you hiss out something along the lines of telling him to shut the fuck up, choking back your moans. you angle your hips and grind forward. both you and him groan and curse and just rut against each other like desperate mutts.

he guides you backwards, pushing you back against the bark of a tree, still grinding against you. he pulls away a little to reach into his bag. he pulls out a strap-on, one that's thick and heavy and matches his brash personality perfectly. the harness clinks as he holds it up with a shit-eating smile.

"you ready for the main show, farmboy?"

[illmasc]

need to lock my legs around someone asap

[catnip-n-catboys]

Merry Chrysler to everyone Violently fucking on their sisters the moment everyone's asleep and the clock strikes 12 and you two finally have some alone time. ripping each others pants off to finger and stroke each other's slick, throbbing parts from having to wait since Christmas Eve. Tonight's the only night where your baby sister can make you whine her name as much as she wants while she humps your cunt and drips inside of you with every longing thrust. Filling the air with Cheer and "I love you"s and "I missed you so much" and the thick, lingering scent of your guy's night-long depravity ♡