#t4t wlm

[t4t-pathogen]

T4T love is holy whether its sexual or romantic or platonic or monogamous or polyamorous or gay or lesbian or straight or any combination of any of those things or even something more deeply personal and undefineable

[t4transsexual]

trans people who are anti t4t make me so sad. because beyond just not knowing what being t4t means, the fact that they believe that t4t is just being a chaser is indicative of a deeper issue, being that cis people have ingrained the idea that we are unfuckable and unloveable, disgusting by nature, and that anybody who would voice attraction to us, a step further, ONLY CHOOSE TO DATE TRANS PEOPLE, would be a pervert with a disgusting fetish who wont see them as equal.

thats not what t4t is.

t4t is the rejection of the idea that we are inherently disgusting, just because we are in the eyes of a cisnormative society.

t4t is the understanding that we are safer and stronger together as a community than apart.

t4t is seeing your trans boyfriend try on clothes from your old boy wardrobe that you hated growing up but now your least favorite shirt is your favorite because its the perfect shade of red that brings out his eyes.

t4t is teaching your trans girlfriend that has been scared to do her own makeup how youve learned from other trans women, who learned from other trans women, who learned from other trans women.

t4t is doing your testosterone shots together and kissing each others sticks after you put the bandaid on.

t4t is holding the door for your trans girlfriend and showing her the chivalry she didn't get from her dad growing up, but its ok because you can show her now.

t4t is being on the phone with your partner who just came out as trans/nonbinary after seeing you, YOU, live your truth, and them asking you to help them find a new name, the perfect name for them, and you hope theyll carry that part of you forever.

you are trans and that is beautiful. your transness is beautiful. trans love is beautiful. dont let ANYBODY make you feel unworthy of sex or love. THATS what being t4t means.

[war-forged-storms]

Pretty girls should force me to my knees and rub their cocks on my face so they can watch how desperate I get to taste them.

[foxboy-angel]

*Paws at you* T4T frotting?

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*Paws at you* T4T frotting?

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[brainz4sale]

tw dysphoria comfort art <33

tw sh !!

[thelonesomebuck]

okay ima be fully honest, ive had a real shit few days and i really wanna take all my anger out on fucking someone right now.

i just wanna kiss and bite them all over, i wanna rip their goddamn clothes off, i wanna grab their wrists and pin them down, i wanna tease the absolute fuck outta their holes and then finally slam myself in them and fuck them like theres no tomorrow.

i just wanna fill them up until i cant cum anymore and then stay sitting in them. let myself calm down in the euphoric feeling of cuming in them so much. i wanna stay in the warmth of them and as soon as my thoughts start festering about how everythings so fuckin shitty, ill keep going again.

i just need to take my emotions out on fucking someone, nothing else is working and these days just seem to be getting shittier. my fury at life and my need for sex are fighting each other and its fuckin me up quite a bit.

[xochimillilili]

Falling peacefully asleep thinking of their face, their voice, their heart, their brain, the way they breath, the way their eyes glow, and that smile they give me, and how I'll get to wake up and see and talk and be with them all over again tomorrow like I always do

[kittyftm]

bouncing on her cock while she holds my hips and calls me her good boy 😵‍💫

[mascflowers]

Need more mlw couples that're like birds. The man is beautifully flamboyant, dressed in bright colors and button downs and high waisted pants, while the woman is Plain Jane.

[cupiditas-and-ao3]

I want to lay my head in his lap and kiss his thighs while he plays with my hair

Unfortunately

Capitalism

[atlas-nsfw]

Flustering Fins

Ship: trans merman x trans human woman (Castor x Evi) Tags: t4t, breeding, language barrier, golden retriever boyfriend, mild violence, implied kidnapping, isekai, penis in slit, inhuman genitals, fellatio Desc: Evi wakes up from an afternoon nap to drowning in an ocean. She is rescued by a merman who speaks a strange language. He brings her food and often tries to initiate sex, much to her annoyance. Set in the Monster Ark AU.

Evi only meant to rest her eyes as she waited at the bus stop so it came as a natural surprise when she no longer felt the bench beneath her. Her eyes blinked open and she was falling. The afternoon drizzle had been replaced by a warm beating sun and the sounds of the city were replaced by water lapping at sand. She tumbled through the sky into turquoise waters.

The impact against the waves hurt and she floundered to turn herself upright. The water bobbed her up and down as she flapped her arms. An attempt to scream led to a rush of ocean down her throat. Evi gagged, feeling herself sink. She wanted it to be a dream but she couldn't deny how real and heavy the water felt.

As the world began to fade, she felt cool, smooth, slimy hand touch her. She was pushed up by another body. She gasped and sputtered when the air hit her face.

"Veshkim! Slepsar isfi!"

A higher pitched, graveled voice shouted in her ear and when she turned she stared into two wide, milky-green eyes. Hs tried to jerk back but she was held in place by those slimy hands.

Her savior, or perhaps captor, opened their mouth again and she saw two rows of pointed teeth. Their gray skin was dappled in countless little dark brown spots, almost like freckles. Their hair was straight and fell to their ears, the color of sand.

"L-Let go!" She shrieked and struggled.

"Sasfeen! Sasfi!"

He whined, trying to drag her along despite her thrashing about. Every time she thought she might get free, he looped an arm back around her and pulled her further. Only when she felt wet sand squish beneath her did she look back to where he were taking her. An island, perhaps a bit larger than the size of a suburban home and yard, sat on the ocean.

He let her go and the lurched forward, dragging herself onto the beach and scrambling away. It took her a second to get her footing in the sand but once she did she darted into the trees, only looking back once covered. The creature from before had vanished.

Evi finally took a moment to catch her breath, to gather the state of herself. She was naked, covered in sand, and a few leaves. Her curly brown hair stuck to her olive, freckle-dappled shoulders. Down, past her belly buttona nd above her pubic region, was something new to her. A swirling, glowing, pink tattoo. She brushed her finger over it, surprised to find it warm to the touch. Disturbed, she pulled her fingers back.

It took her a while to get her bearings. Evil paced and cried and panicked and rationalized until she didn't have the energy to do so anymore. This let her turn her attention to surviving.

The island was small. A patch of sand with a patch of grass with a patch of trees. In the middle of the island, was a small cenote which she tested to find was fresh water. Some of the trees held fruit which she could knock down by tossing rocks at.

The real issue wasn't food or water, but rather rescue. She poked her head out at the beach, checking for the creature, before she wanders back. It took a few minutes to wander the whole circumference of the little island. After she did, she took sticks from the woods to spell out SOS on the beach. She settled beside it, eating some fruit as she waited.

She fell asleep at some point in the waiting. When she came to it was because there was an incessant chirping sound. It had turned dark but the air was still warm. She sat up, wiping away the sand. looking around, she spotted something in the water. A little lump, chirping. She squinted.

The creature had returned, opening his mouth to make a little high-pitched noise at her. She jumped up, unsure if she should run or not. Then, the little beast tossed something at her. It landed at her feet and she flinched, watching it flop about. It was a fish, the size of a football.

Evi looked back and the beast chirped, smiling at her. A realization dawned on her that perhaps the creature was harmless, if not helpful.

"Thank you?" she called out, even if it may not understand.

"Schinnk yee!" the creature seemed to echo her, like a parrot except maybe even worse at it. He didn't pester her further, ducking back into the black water.

Evi spent the whole next day trying to learn hot to make fire to cook her new friend's gift. The little fellow came by often, his top half popping up over the waves as he would chirp and talk. She would sometimes chirp back, which would make him smile. Her new companion was friendly, even if not particularly human.

Their communication grew more sophisticated as she pointed to herself and said Evi only to garner the creature to point to himself and say Castor. They managed to exchange the words for fish (slif) and sand (shim) as well. It kept her mind off the disaster that was her situation.

She slept on the beach again, this time next to a fire on on a bed of large palmed leaves. The rest was disturbed though, again by the chirping. This time, the chirping drew closer and closer, softer and not so trill. She scrunched her brow, beginning to rouse when she felt a cool, slimy hand graze over the pink tattoo and right down to her dick.

Evi jumped away, scrambling back in the sand. Castor lay on the beach next to her leaf bed. She could see all of him now. His waist down was a large tail, though in total he wasn't particularly big. He must have been several inches short than she was. But his teeth and claws made him as threatening as ever.

"W- What are you doing?!"

Castor whined, chirping at her as he placed his hand over where his torso became his tail, Using his index and middle finger, he parted the fine, leathery scales to show her a soft, pink, fleshy hole. Then he chirped again at her.

She stared, mortified.

"N- No!" The fish man was begging for sex!

He chirped again, glancing down at her tattoo and penis, both of which she covered with her hand.

"Stop that! Shoo! Go! Off the sand!" She used her free hand to point at the water.

He whined again, dejected, but stopped presenting and turned. She stared as he dragged himself back into the sea.

The next several days, which Evi lost track of, went similar. Castor still attempted to curry favor with her, giving her fish and shells and what looked like rudimentary rock tools. He would chirp and offer her words. She realized that chirping back inevitably led to him sneaking on the beach and presenting himself for her at night, so she only participated in exchanging words. Soon he was able to talk in simple terms. He knew the names of things that they could point out and the names of some actions, like cooking and running and swimming.

While Evi wasn't sure about his sexual expression, she did find him good company. He was friendly and cute when he grinned. She had gotten used to his other odd mannerisms and characteristics. He never got angry when she rejected him either. All he did was look like a kicked puppy and go back to the water.

What surprised her was the day she felt safe enough to join him back in the water. He floundered about in the shallowed, excited over something, beckoning her over.

"Evi! Evi look!"

Despite all logic, she waded into the water to see what he was excited about . When she looked down, he showed her a large green stone.

"Pretty," she smiled at him, "it looked like your eyes. Green."

She pointed at the rock then his eyes.

"Green like the trees," she added and pointed back to the island.

Castor nodded, echoing her with more precision now, "green! Pretty!"

Evi began to spend more time in the water with Castor. She had never been the best swimmer but with his help, she grew stronger and enjoyed exploring. Just below the waves was a treasure trove of life and color. Sea stars and corals surrounded the island. It was a paradise of sorts. Eventually, she began to go out swimming by herself to pass the time.

It was one of these solo swims that caused the trouble. She had been floating in the shallows, basking in the sun, when a wet claw gripped her ankle. She yelped as she was yanked down. Through the water she could see another mer, this one with fair skin that turned grey as it reached a leathery dolphin tail and large breasts.

The mermaid grinned, pulling Evi closer in spite of her thrashing. The strange woman’s grip was tight, claws digging into her skin.

Whatever she planned to do with Evi was cut short as Castor barreled into her back. The mermaid shouted, dropping Evi, who managed to swim up for air. She didn’t look back as she swam to shore but she heard them fighting in the water. Once she had scrambled onto the sand, she looked back.

“Castor!” She called for him, unable to see the struggle under the waves. He didn’t come back and anxiety gripped her. She almost went back into the water, to search for him, then realized she would be more hinderance than help if she did.

Evi paced for a long while, though she had no frame of reference for the time anymore. Castor didn’t reappear. A cloud of dread cast over her as she sat down in the sand.

She woke that night in the same spot to the sound of soft whining. She turned and saw Castor had pulled himself to shore.

“Castor!” She called to him as she rushed to his side. Looking over his body she saw dozens of scratches. None were so deep to cause real concern but he was clearly hurting. Despite that, he also looked her over.

“Hurt?” He asked.

Evi shook her head.

“I’m okay. Thank you, Castor. You saved me,” she smiled gently, touching his hair. He seemed to like that because he smiled back.

“Good. Evi safe now. Mean mer scared away.”

“That was brave of you… You got hurt for me. Why?”

“Castor like Evi. Didn’t want mean mer to hurt Evi.”

“Right… Evi likes Castor too…”

Castor perked up at that, sitting upright and grinning.

“Evi like Castor?”

“Uhm.. yeah? A lot really.”

“Then Evi give Castor uhm…” he paused, looking for the word, “small mers?”

She tilted her head.

“Ispi!” He tried his word for it, though it obviously didn’t help. So he did what he had done the nights before and reached down to show her inside his slit, whining.

Small mers… Ipsi…

“Babies. You want to have babies…” she frowned but didn’t scold him for presenting at her again.

“Babies small mers?”

“Yeah. Babies are small mers. Ipsi,” Evi nodded.

“Evi give Castor babies?” He sounded so hopeful.

“I- I don’t know, Castor…” she watched his face fall and it broke her heart. She loved him, really. But to have children with him… wouldn’t they be half human? How would they live? And if she was rescued and had to leave him…

“Why doesn’t Castor have babies with other mers?” She asked.

“Can’t. Only humans can give babies... and Castor like Evi. Castor want Evi babies, not other mer babies.”

She studied his expression. He wasn’t dumb. Perhaps he was a little uneducated and couldn’t figure out how to use pronouns but he was earnest. He loved her and she loved him and… no one was going to rescue her. She had tried to ignore that this ocean wasn’t earth’s nor were the stars. She wasn’t going home. But she could live here and be happy with Castor.

“I want to have babies too,” she gave a small nod.

“Islishi!” Castor grinned again, throwing his arms around her neck. She toppled over as he lay on her, pressing cold wet kisses to her face.

Evi laughed at his enthusiasm, taking his face in her hands to hold him still.

“Slow, like this,” Evi smiled, bringing her lips to his. He tasted of fish but she found she didn’t mind that much. He relaxed atop her, accepting her mouth readily. His lips fell into rhythm with hers.

Evi traced the line of Castor’s back. He was slick but somehow the texture wasn’t unpleasant. She squeezed a little where his ass would have been, though it was all tail.

Castor pulled from the kiss after several minutes of making out, scooting down so his face was level with her member. He opened his mouth and she saw those pointy teeth. The danger was erotic, making her face flush and heart pounding as he lowered his tongue to her time. She was firm but not hard still.

Castor swirled his tongue around her tip before putting his lips over it. He pushed her foreskin back and sucked on her. Evi moan, arching her back as she ran her fingers through his hair.

The merman took her all the way in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down until she was completely hard and panting.

“That’s it. Good boy,” she praised through breathy moans.

Caster raised his head and smiled at her.

“Put it inside now?” He chirped.

“Mhm. Put it in, Castor.”

The shark beamed and moved back up. He slid the puffy sides of his slit over her cock before sliding it inside. He squeaked, squirming on her until she moaned again.

“Fuck, you’re tight…” she hissed.

“Tight?”

“Mhm. Feels good. You can keep going.”

Castor nodded and began sliding up and down. His whole body rubbed against hers, teasing her nipples as he got fucked. Evi wrapped her arms around his neck, listening to his sweet little whine.

“Evi feels good. Belly feels hot and tingly,” Castor whined after several minutes. Drool dripped from his chin and he moaned and panted.

“I’m cumming soon too,” Evi promised, pulling him down into a deep kiss. His slit clenched around her and she moaned on his tongue. Her body tensed as she spilled inside him. The shark slumped against her, twitching and kissing her face.

“Evi put babies in me,” he murmured, drifting asleep happily as she pet his head.

[my-heart-in-your-hands-suggest]

i would like to go to the botanical gardens with my love!! now!!! please!!!!!

[thelonesomebuck]

my tdicks been aching all night and morning, im literally bouta bounce on my gf and hump her until i cant breathe.

i wanna whine and growl against her leg all day. i want her to lift my chin up and make me look into her eyes as i lose my mind.

i want her to grab my neck and remind me that im her bitch, im her puppy, her good little boy.

god, id let her use me for her pleasure if she wants. id do anything for my beautiful mistress.

[lip-service-hoe]

I love teasing the boys that have a crush on me. Especially the one I pick from the crowd, Oh how I love seeing him blush. playing with hair, little tie whispering in his ear. If their lucky I’d tease him, putting my hand on his shoulder then the chin then moving it slowly down to the waist.

griping the front (or back) of his underwear and surprising him with a quick but firm tug while his backs against the wall. looking at him adorably continuing the conversation like nothing is happening, it’s cute when he has to fix his underwear every. damn. time. rather quickly so no one sees, only for it later in the day it’ll go back up again.

Naive to knowing I’ll be putting them in little situations.

They just happen to see me getting fucked in the bathroom by a guy “stronger” than them.

They just happen to almost walk in on me, riding a guy. start stroking as i look him in the eye and degrade him.

He’ll just happens to be in the room watching me be spoiled with pleasure every time I get slammed into. While the guy he wish he could be, degrades him and all I can help but do is bite my lip and smile 😊

[thegoodestpuppyboy]

i can't stop thinking about her. i hope she breeds me tonight

[lavend3r-stardust]

That little nervous laugh they do when they're blushing and giggling and their tongue pokes out between their teeth ugghhh they are SO fine whatthefuck