prettyboyth1ng

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princess whose eyes widen seeing a set of stocks in the town square 🤝🏽 knight escorting her who notices and taunts her about it in private

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Who’s tryna play “wrestle”?

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forcemasc actually fucking worked on me dude. its been like 9 months now and ive never been happier. im smiling more, i gained weight (was severely underweight before), and im more confident when using my disability aids. all because of some forcemasc butch fanfic on ao3

The things that might seem the silliest can often times mark us forever

ALSO CONGRATS ON THE WEIGHT GAIN RAHHH

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Does anyone fuck with (or would you fuck) chubby/fat tboys or am I being lied to

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What.? You're worried that ur not seen as a man...just cuz ur trans? Okay lol well you make my dick hard and I'm gay so anything that makes my dick hard is a man . faggot.

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Pretty boys deserve to be tied up and overstimulated until they can’t even think… good boys don’t need to think anyway 🖤

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Doing a boy’s eyeliner while he sits in my lap, a vibrator on his cute little dick and a dildo inside him. Telling him he can’t move even one bit or I’m going to accidentally mess up his pretty makeup 🖤

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I took my little brother (autistic, mostly non verbal) out and he was using his voice keyboard to tell me something, and this little boy (maybe 4 or 5?) heard him and asked me "Is he a robot??" I tried to explain to him that no, he isn't a robot, he just communicates differently, but my darling brother was in the background max volume "I am robot I am robot I am robot I am robot"

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"your armor can't be that heavy," the princess purses her lips, eyeing the silver armor donned by her knight. they sit at her bedside while she lounges, legs stretched out as she lays on one side. "i could carry it just as easily."

"oh?" the knight lets out a small scoff. "then why don't you try taking it off for me, princess?"

she furrows her brows and gives her knight a quiet 'hmph' before making her first attempt to slip off their breastplate. it's heavier than it looks. deciding halfway through to switch to a smaller piece, she moves her hands to the shoulder plates and carefully slides them off her knight's broad shoulders. she needs two hands for each.

"still think they're not that heavy?"

"this is nothing. i've got it."

she tries removing the iron plate covering the knight's midsection, but it slips through her fingers and falls over her hips, trapping her in place. she sees her knight smirk from behind their visor.

"if it's really nothing," the knight climbs over her, gazing down at their lady with a playful sparkle in their eye. "then try getting up."

the princess sticks her tongue out, determined to prove them wrong. but they're right. she can't move. the heavy iron has her stuck in place. seeing this, her knight leans down and puts their hands on her waist. she starts to squirm and protest. she knows what's coming next.

"what's the matter, princess?" the knight's smooth voice croons in her ear. "you're strong enough, aren't you? just push me off."

the princess starts to sass them back, as she usually does, but her silver tongued retorts become airy giggles as the knight's fingers dance across her ribcage. she splutters out a few weak 'nonono's as their hands move up and down her sides, resting in the pockets of her underarms. she yanks her arms down, tries to push the tickling hands away, tries to kick the knight, but there's little she can do with the iron plate keeping her lower body trapped.

"stop this at once!" she demands through frantic laughter.

"as you wish, milady... as soon as your highness admits she was wrong."

the princess blurts out something unbefitting of a royal, making her knight's grin widen beneath their visor. they tickle her playfully, jumping to different spots and making the princess shriek each time. she doesn't surrender until the knight's tickly fingers begin to stroke and caress her neck and ears. the sensation is maddening.

"okay, i concede!" she cries out, eyes squeezed shut and out of breath. "i misjudged you!"

the knight finally obeys, letting up on their tickle attack so the princess can regain her composure. her cheeks, damp with sweat, are gently patted by the knight with the handkerchief the princess gifted them long ago. pink floral cloth, with the princess's initials embroidered into it, wipe away the remaining tears of laughter.

"come now, milady," the knight lifts the iron plate, finally freeing her. "dinner with the king starts in one hour, and your hair is a mess. let's get you tidied up."

the princess huffs as she sits up, but her attitude quickly melts away when her knight extends their hand to her.

they press their lips on the back of her hand, and all is forgiven.

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i don’t know how to explain to you people that no matter what a country’s government is like i do not and will not support the US indiscriminately bombing that country’s civilians and i don’t know why that’s a controversial take tbh

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It's the words. There's something about them. Don't misunderstand. I love the reality of it. The physicality of it. The reactions, the struggles, the sensations, the feelings, the entirety of it. But...there's something about the words.

Say the right words and I can't hold back. Say the right words and my heart jumps. Say the right words and my head swims. Banter. Begging. Defiance. Taunting.

"Oh wait, no...no, not that!"

"You wouldn't dare..."

"Oh, God please not there."

"Please don't tickle me!"

"You'll never make me laugh..."

"No! No, no I'm not...I'm not t-ticklish!"

We all have our preferences. Our likes. Things that drive us wild about this whole thing. Me?

Just talk to me...

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do you think that a certain genre of queer person is so obsessively weird about pride flag discourse becuase their flags fill the gaping hole in their personality where a hogwarts house used to be

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now feels like a good time to reiterate that Iranians have been martyred by america + israel already, both empires that possess nuclear weapons, and that Iran does not have nuclear weapons. so now is not the time to joke about america getting nuked-- any retaliation on Iran's part is justified and the only way we escape this situation, but Iran is not going to nuke us, because the entire premise that Iran has nukes is how america justified bombing them and also the exact same rhetoric we used against Iraq and how we killed my countrysmen when there was again no evidence of nuclear warfare. New York City is not going to get fucking nuked. go listen to a podcast or something

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now feels like a good time to reiterate that Iranians have been martyred by america + israel already, both empires that possess nuclear weapons, and that Iran does not have nuclear weapons. so now is not the time to joke about america getting nuked-- any retaliation on Iran's part is justified and the only way we escape this situation, but Iran is not going to nuke us, because the entire premise that Iran has nukes is how america justified bombing them and also the exact same rhetoric we used against Iraq and how we killed my countrysmen when there was again no evidence of nuclear warfare. New York City is not going to get fucking nuked. go listen to a podcast or something

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Feeling the sass drain from their body while your fingers are counting the spaces between their ribs while simultaneously whispering, "Laugh harder for me..." right against their ear is one of life's little pleasures I consistently rank in the top three.

You heard me.

Laugh. Harder.

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I really need to start using my gender and racial ambiguity to fuck with people. I've been given the golden opportunity to fuck with people and I just haven't

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never change, fragrantica