#trans freaks

[ericaccherrys]

Don’t scroll by without saying ‘hi’ first 🍆💦

Telegram: Ericacherryt

[roboj0e]

Finna go to lunch even tho he just ate 😋

Mel looking at the camera like:

[legitimate-salvage]

I’m at my wits fucking end

[s0fter-sin]

ghost who never lets soap reciprocate

he’s happy to use his cock; to push soap onto his back or his stomach or hell against a wall and fuck him through orgasm after orgasm, even lets soap suck him off to satisfy his oral fixation. but he never lets go; never lets himself cum even after fucking soap out of his mind and his body aches with need

soap accepts it as part of who ghost is; chalks it up to intimacy or control issues, maybe something to do with his past trauma. maybe that moment of release, when you’re so blinded by how good you feel that you can’t keep aware of your surroundings, is just too much vulnerability for a man like him

little does he know it’s actually bc ghost immediately falls asleep after he cums and he doesn’t want to miss out on giving soap aftercare and watching him fall asleep in his arms

[hold-me-like-a-tourniquet]

tbh if they aint reacting to my nudes with shit like AWOOGA eyes popping out of their sockets cartoon style. I dont want them

[blairelythere]

you're creepy and unsettling

wanna put your fingers in my mouth?

[pricesskassxoxo]

Whose cock can I worship like this?

Reblog if you are a Trans lover 🏳️‍⚧️💝🥰

[arandomao3user]

. . . More Timbern incorrect quotes because you don't get it they deserve the world!

Alsofuelingmybernarddowdisafreakhc's

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Tim, getting ready for patrol: I'll be back later tonight, or... Err, more like six in the morning, but same difference.

Bernard: Or... You could stay home.

Tim, snorting: And do what?

Bernard: Oh, you won't do anything.

Tim: Then why would I stay home?

Bernard, eyebrow raise, smirking: So I can do you.

Tim:

Bernard:

Tim, sighing and picking up his comm: We have a hostage situation—

Bernard, laughing in the background:

—

Cass, staying at the house boat because she missed her little brother: Why was there a pair of handcuffs lying on your bed this morning?

Tim, going over a case, pausing: uhhhh...

Bernard, cooking breakfast: Tim moves to much in his sleep.

Cass, concerned now: So you handcuff him??

Bernard: Well the rope didn't work to well—

Tim: BERNARD!

—

Tim's phone, ringing:

Jason, looking over, brow furrowed: You have Bruce saved in your phone as Daddy?? What are you, twelve?

Tim, making direct eye contact as he answers, sleep deprived, hasn't had his monthly crash out yet: Hey, Bernard, what's up?

Jason, pulling out a glock:

—

*Tim and Bernard, on their way home from a date*

Tim, sitting in the passenger seat of his car with an ice pack on his elbow: Skateboarding is so much easier than ice skating.

Bernard, sitting in the driver seat: It was fun though!

Tim: You laughed at me when I fell! Utter betrayal, by my own boyfriend.

Bernard: I didn't laugh the second time you fell!

Tim: Yeah, because you thought I broke my arm.

Bernard, teasing: Aww, do I need to kiss it better?

Tim, leaning over: Yup.

Bernard, grinning and pulling him into his lap: Right here?

Tim, leaning closer: Yup.

Dick, knocking on the window in his BPD uniform: HI TIMMY! Hello, Bernard.

Jason, waving from the back of a cop car in his Red Hood gear, covered in either blood or red paint:

Tim, muttering under his breath: By the gods they found us...

Bernard, waving awkwardly:

—

Bruce: Thank you for patrolling with me tonight while Robin is away with Nightwing.

Tim: Fine with me, Ber just got his wisdom teeth removed so... I didn't have anything better to do.

Bernard, connected to the comms, on so much pain medication: I did.

Tim: Honey bear, please get out of comms and go back to sleep.

Bernard: I had someone to do.

Bruce, sighing heavily: The comms are to be used for emergencies and not for lewd conversations.

Tim, under his breath: Unless it's Catwoman.

Bernard: Sounds homophobic.

Bruce: I am not homophobic.

Tim: He's not homophobic, Honey bear.

Bernard: Tim.

Bruce: Please, stop.

Bernard: Tim.

Tim, sighing heavily, counting under his breath: Yes, love of my life?

Bernard: Can I get you pregnant?

Tim:

Bruce: Robin is now grounded.

Tim: No, B, please, he's high—

Bruce: Bat cave after patrol, straight to it, no exceptions.

Bernard, cackling:

Tim: You'll regret this later when you're off your pain meds, idiot!

—

*Damian, temporarily staying at Tim and Bernard's houseboat because nobody else could watch him.*

Damian: Why does Richard hate you?

Bernard, not looking up from his video game: Something something defiling his brother something something gonna arrest me and lock me in a cell so deep in the ground I'll feel the fires of hell if I something something hurt him. Want some French toast?

Damian:

Damian: You concern me, Dowd.

—

Tim, going through his binders: I like the clasps but they're so annoying to get off...

Bernard: The one with the zipper seems the best.

Tim: Yeah, I love it, but—

Tim, glaring: You just can't get the ones with clasps off me without my help!

Bernard: . . . I plead the fifth.

—

*At a family dinner*

Bruce, looking at Jason and Dick: I wouldn't mind grandchildren someday.

Dick, groaning: Bruuuuuce.

Jason: Over my dead again body.

Bernard, grinning: Consider it done.

Tim, kicking him under the table:

Bruce: There was a reason I didn't look at you two.

—

Tim, dropping down on the deck of the house boat:

Tim, stumbling in, clutching his stomach:

Tim: BEAR, I THINK I LOST ANOTHER SPLEEN!

Tim, dropping unconscious:

Bernard, confused screaming as he pulls out the med kit:

—

Jason:

Jason: Would I be invited to your wedding?

Tim: What wedding?

Jason: Your hypothetical one.

Tim: Hm...

Tim: Depends, are you gonna stop threatening to shoot my boyfriend?

Jason: Depends, are you gonna stop forgetting to turn off your comm after patrol?

Tim:

Jason: Exactly.

—

Kon: Why didn't you ever ask me out?

Tim: What?

Kon: I mean, I'm not into you anymore, obviously, ha, but, like, just curious?

Tim: Oh, you don't match my freak.

Kon:

Kon: EXCUSE ME!? We totally match freak!

Tim: Not like Bernard and I do or Steph and I.

Kon: You didn't wanna date me because we don't "MATCH FREAK"!?

Tim: Also I needed a barrier between being Robin and Tim Drake because I lost myself and didn't know who I was outside Robin before meeting Bernard and he helped me find out who I was. You were to much of a connection to Robin and didn't even meet or know me as Tim Drake like Bern did. I mean, look at Dick. His entire world revolves around heroes and his vigilante friends and he's only ever dated vigilantes and been friends with them and now he's sorta miserable and is a workaholic as both Dick Grayson and Nightwing because he doesn't know who either is and still revolves around Batman and Robin even a decade later because he always focused on separating Robin from Batman but never Dick Grayson from Robin or Nightwing.

Kon:

Tim:

Tim: Anyways I'm late for my date!

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[iinkandiivy]

i can’t stress enough how much i don’t care if you only follow me to jerk off to my posts or if you only dm me when you want to get off, etc etc. i don’t care !!! take what you want from me, use me (again and again) however you’d like !!! god knows there’s not nearly enough tboy perverts in my dms anyway :3

(the only rule is that i get to use you too !)

MINORS AND CISHET MEN DNI

[starrysharks]

trixie's design, almost done i might have to "weirdofy" her a bit to fit the weird proportions of the rest of RAA's cast

[puppykinkbloguwu]

Imagine every time your owner has their friends over, you get leashed. The owner starts out with the leash and they show you off to everyone there, but at some point they drop it. Now whoever wants you can just grab the leash and do whatever they want. They could pull you along, praise you, do tricks, but everyone knows that the one thing you’re good for is being a good puppy slut. Someone might yank the leash and choke you, and while you’re gasping for air then someone shoves their cock into your mouth. They could force you onto your back and breed you whenever they want. If you ever try and crawl away someone will always drag you back in and scold you for being a bad puppy. They could grab the leash and make you beg for treats which will always be cock. They might force your mouth closed and shove their cock into your face to force you to smell their musk. Maybe they’ll get tired and chain your leash into a corner. Maybe someone will walk over and jerk off and cum all over your pretty face. Maybe they’ll humiliate you and use you as their urinal. They can do whatever they want because puppies aren’t people, they’re just toys to be played with. Whenever the friends finally leave, your owner might praise for being good or they’ll fuck you raw for being bad. After a busy day, you’re tired and covered in cum, and yet you’re still happy because you pleased your master.

[horny-mushroom]

Frotting my dick on my partners leg. Resisting the urge to moan and grind further on them. I claw desperately at their hands, kiss them gently for them to notice me. They finally do and push my face to their crotch, allowing me to breathe in their delicious smell. My cunt gets wetter and my tdick twitches frantically. I beg for them to fuck me, to ruin my cunt and breed me. To humiliate me in front of their friends and showing them what a submissive boy I am. All that I get in response is a firm jank at my leash to signal for me to behave. Only good pups get their fantasies fulfilled. 🖤

[holy-reference-in-a-username]

made wrong

[totally-not-agirl]

“my daughter turned out fine” your daughter thinks she’s a man and needs to be raped back to being a girl.

[bigsoftwolf]

Love looking at the likes for my posts like “yeah I see all you little freaks, you like that huh faggot” <3