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i wanna make out with a Man's asshole so bad, like yes push me in there until I cant breathe its what im here for

force me to shave and put on little panties, dont let me cum until i admit im a girl. next morning use it as an excuse to punish me, spank my dick snd hold me right on the edge, tell me its what i get for “pretending to be a girl”. chase me in so many circles i dont care what i am, as long as i get to cum

kidnap that fakeboy, fuck her until she only can think of a real man’s cock, keep her stupid with a vibrator plugging her pussy

if you're a fakeboy reading this > you are obligated to reblog this and reply so that all the real men and chasers here can easily find their next target to detransition ♡

I wanna get dragged off the street, thrown into a van and driven to the woods and thrown to the dirt to be raped over and over again. Cover me in cum, film it, show the world what a disgusting whore I'm being. Invite your friends and pimp me out, make me your new pornstar.

I need someone to have full control over my body. Dress me up, feed me, use me, make me stay awake to pleasure you, tell me when to sleep, make me cook or clean. Tell me when to shower. I can be everything and nothing all at once. Anything for you

forced detransition is so hot because it's like damn, you really will do anything for attention. you know you're a man, and the drugs you're taking to affirm that fact is making you so desperate and leaky that anyone can grab you and take control. send your tits to strangers, clamp them, pump them, make yourself lactate. you'll do anything. that's what I love about testosterone, it brings out ftm girls truest self no matter what.

Being used against my will while being told it’s my fault for being so pretty and being so needy 🩷

do any other boys constantly feel *empty*? that’s because you are. you have a wet little hole between your legs for a reason, and that is to be filled. and you can try all you want to fill it with your fingers, or to angle that toy just right, or even just hump against a pillow relentlessly, aching and needy. but nothing will compare to getting fucked—stretched and full—like you were made to. you were made to be fucked.

i wasn't meant for working. i was meant to have you let your friends pay to rape me while you're at work <3

Rapist who realizes he’s falling in love with his past victim because he can’t stop masturbating to the memory of her. Rapist who uses the same pair of ripped up panties he stole from her as a cum rag to jerk off into every single time, because it gives him a high like no other. Rapist who took polaroids of her while she was tied up, and now he keeps them everywhere - in his wallet, in the glove box of his car, tacked to the ceiling above his bed. Rapist whose cock throbs every single time he remembers something about that night; the way she cried, the way she was dressed, her scent, the feel of her skin against his. Rapist who eventually caves to his own obsession and starts stalking that same victim again, after all that time had passed, because there’s just something about her. She’s just too perfect for him. She’s stuck in his head and won’t ever leave. She was the best girl he ever had. She’s the one.

Taking her to build a bear then making her hump it in the car on the way home