thinking: a boy on his knees, eyes half lidded and gaze unfocused, content smile on his face. just absolutely deep in subspace. All he can do is nuzzle my thighs and follow instructions

If your girlfriend goes nonverbal you have to recognize that it is the most precious event in the entire world, and treat it as such.

normalize bending tboys over in public (but slightly hidden) places to satiate their little cunt’s need to be stretched and filled. normalize cumming in him and both going about your day afterwards

therapy is cool and all but u could just let that brown eyed weird girl bite u

perks of pretty boys in panties: you can push them to the side to grope and use their bodies instead of taking them off, and hear their pretty embarrassed whines as you coo at how pretty they look all dressed up for you, and feel how wet their panties get from you just teasing them.

Mitsu drops the ball by Hitsuji@hitsujigoods

leather boy pig roaster

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bwah someone pointed out the mars symbol on his outfit harness being pointed down like the Venus symbol and it's a representation of the weird gender feelings I've been going through. i realized my gender is a lot more fluid than what I initially thought but I still am transmasc adjacent cuz it's a core part of my identity.

i was invented in a lab to be needy and spoiled and annoying

my breakfast sandwich just blasted thick ropes onto my keyboard fuck my life. She might as well be smoking a cigarette right now look at this

I barely even bit her and she came all over the place. Whore.

give that sensitive tgirl a long and laborious handjob and watch her start to quiver as she tries not to cum.

need a pretty boy to straddle my face so I can eat him out while he whines and drips all over my chest

sending porn to me?? you were thinking about me?? this porn made you think of me?? specifically?? wow :)

"My son was completely fine"

Your daughter smiles when I tell her to lick my boot. She grins when I threaten her with electric shocks. When I put the barrel of a loaded gun in her mouth, she lets it go all the way to the base, her eyes fixed dead on the hammer.

Completely fine, yes; for a pilot of her station. She's doing exactly what she should be. But as a son? That poor, useless thing, working variably dead-eyed behind the counter at a dead-end job or nowhere at all? Entirely insufficient.

She talks about you sometimes. Not in any recognizable way, of course; nothing she could possibly understand as motherhood exists in her memories. Not of you, not of anyone. Just dreams. Dreams of a mysterious, distant woman and an unfamiliar voice telling her she's wrong. I'll admit, you've been useful at times; she is often wrong. But training out your unhelpful damage to her has been a hassle to say the least. I've never seen a pilot so reckless, so ignorant of its own pain, so tolerant of Hell, until I met your daughter.

I have no jurisdiction on Earth unless one of my pilots is stationed there. She has been instructed to stay far away from that planet, to keep you far away from her. These two things do not mean I would not gun you down the moment I saw you if I was given the opportunity. I suspect watching your limp, lifeless body, gushing blood from every bullet hole would heal Pilot #502 in a way no amount of forced amnesia, no amount of sedation, no amount of re-education ever could.

I'm sure you've heard the stories; you've probably shared some yourself. Young men disappear one day. A simple note, a calling card left in their place, emblazoned with the insignia of Station Delta. We have quite the reputation among broken mothers, blinded by the tears in their eyes and the fantasies they tell themselves, as nothing more than kidnappers. Some kind of wicked draft desperate to take their beloved sons from them; those sons they never gave another look to until they were already under our care.

We don't mind it. A scared populace is useful. But mark my words, and repeat them at your own peril:

She chose this.

And you dare cry for her?

biting someone's muzzle is a love language

sorry guys but this is literally what affection looks like

sleepy puppies should be bred and plugged up whenever they sleep :3

You can have little fantasies about me. You just gotta tell me about'em

butch cumming inside and taking several pictures to jack off to later… you agree