#I am Yearning but just...Yearning

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Laios's three Boy Best Friends. And yes, they hate him.

[heaven-ly-father]

God there's nothing I love more than watching my brilliant, polite, well-spoken boyfriend turn into a mindless toy for me.

I love watching him relax when he plays with himself, going from embarrassed to uncaring as his body goes limp and his cock gets hard under his hand-- under my instruction. Reminding him that he's safe with me, that he can let himself feel good without shame. You don't need to think about anything but how good it feels-- you can worry about everything else later. It's not going anywhere. Right now all that matters is being my good, obedient boy.

Seeing the hazy look in his eyes as he nods lazily, his handsome voice repeating back anything I want to hear. It feels so good to listen to me, and he is such a good boy. Nothing quite like watching an intelligent man struggle to find his words between his slurred moans.

I want to play with his cunt and cock until there's nothing in his head except my name and how badly he wants to cum for me. What an honor, to have such an obedient, adoring boy like you. Cum for me, baby.

Over and over, until I say he's done. Even when it's too much, and his poor cock is aching and sensitive and twitching. He'll keep going, because he wants to be my good boy. How terribly lucky I am.

Finally, finally letting him take the toy off when he's shaking. Watching him collapse into his bed with an exhausted grin. My darling boy.

I let him stay like that, floaty and sweet and obedient until he fell asleep to my whispered praises. My good boy. You did such a good job for me. You know I love you so much. So good for me, honey. You're okay. I'm proud of you. You're all mine, and you know I'm all yours. Relax now. It'll all be there for you tomorrow. But for right now, all you need to be is my good, sweet boy. And you are.

I can't wait to do this again but with him asleep on my chest so I can run my nails down his back and play with his hair. My good boy <3

This is about gay trans men // Cishets fuck off

[xochimillilili]

Date idea: I spin and roll around your bed going fucking insane over you for hours, giggling, making out, nuzzling, and cuddling you, rambling about worms and cooking and stickers and everything and anything in between, running around your room stimming while smiling and letting out little I love yous before crashing down and napping in each others arms

[albanianpsycho]

[thatonedudeinthecorner]

God Deadpool you are sooo Peter’s bisexual crisis while simultaneously being the biggest annoyance in his life (and I love you dearly for it)

[90sbee]

you're so pretty bet you'd look even prettier being my girlfriend

[pawbeanies]

actually criminal that i am not crawling underneath the covers with someone and snuggling up to them and burying my face in their chest and listening to their heartbeat and their breathing and

[plasterdrain]

was it casual when the last time you met your best friend you were trying to kill him, you really killed him years later and now you met him once again, but this is not him (just his body), this time his soul was trying to save you.

isn't it ironically beautiful.

[vellichorsdesire]

f/o who dislikes public displays of affection but when you get the chance to be alone or arrive home they show the affection they held back oh so desperately

[verygaysideblog]

this guy literally has me giggling out loud and quietly saying “he’s so cute” to myself….

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Started a new book series, and has been a journey...an Odyssey, if you will.

[litta-jpg]

they're so lesbian pride flag coded. to me

[agaymushroom]

WHY CANT I WEAR DRESSES AND SKIRTS THE WAY MEN WEAR DRESSES AND SKIRTS!!! RAHHHHHHH WHEN THEY DO IT ITS ANDROGYNOUS, WHEN I DO IT I LOOK LIKE A CIS WOMAN!!!! AHHHGGGHHGHHHGG

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

I want to be needed. Not like, in a codependent way. I value my individual personhood too much for that. But for her to be possessive. Territorial. A little obsessed even. For us to go out and she won't stop giving subtle reminders that she's claimed this butch ass. Grabbing my arm. A light hand on my back. A little too dramatic/loud kiss on my cheek in front of others. Jumping on my shoulders when she gets excited. Pouting when I don't hold her hand for a long enough period of time. Sitting herself in my lap when at the bar regardless of how red my face gets. I want to go to the office, and when I go to check up on phone notifications she's just dropped little love notes. Maybe something to tease me, making it impossible to focus in the meeting I have in 20 minutes. For her to test my patience the entire work day whether it's in-office or at home. Because she knows the very second I'm alone with her she's mine.

I want to have to accommodate fashion choices because "ah fuck, I didn't realize she'd left a bite mark there". Because of course she did, I let her. She claws, bites, and yearns for my body and ensures the marks are there to show it. I don't like pain, but when it's that. When it's because something in her so primally needs me that it's like a vampire with blood, how could I say no. I'm hers after all. Hers.

I want to be at home, relaxing on my night to myself while she's out with the girls, and she sends me photo updates the entire time. Not as surveillance, but as a "yes I'm dressed this slutty but I'm still yours". To know that she can go out and be as sloppy as she likes and I know with certainty she's coming home to me at the end of the day to get worshipped. Destroyed. Devoured.

I feel so confident in situations like that. I stand tall. Take more risks. Drive myself to achieve more. I'm louder, laugh more, and more outgoing. Because she's claimed me. The way she acts some people will think it's a d/s relationship where I own her, but that couldn't be further from the truth. She's claimed me, and I handed her the lead with joyous serenity.

[bakudekublogblog]

talking to normal people about mha is always so enlightening because someone told me they didn't like season six and i was like???? THE BIBLE??????? YOU DONT LIKE THE BIBLE??? BAKUGOU KATSUKI RISING?? THE APOLOGY??? THE CHASING AFTER HIM TO FIGHT SHIGARAKI, THE REVEAL KATSUKI HAS BEEN WORRIED ABOUT IZUKU, IZUKU'S FERAL RAGE WHEN KATSUKI IS STABBED, KATSUKI BEING THE ONE TO FIND IZUKU AND THEN THE ONE TO BRING HIM HOME??? YOU DONT ENJOY THE SACRED TEXTS?? and then i'm like oh right not everyone is a fujoshi high on that sweet, sweet bkdk yaoi

[slices-of-naranja]

do any of my friends know the love I carry in every word i say to them. When I add too many words, drag on a joke that’s over, when I message them despite the fact the conversation barely ended five minutes ago? every word i speak is an intimacy that’s laced with outright adoration for them as people and all the little details that make them who they are. Do you know I love you? Do y’all know how much of you I try to commit to memory? How much I try to make you smile? do y’all know the love I feel for you?