#yeahhhhhhhhhh

oh he’d be a dream for shit like this. this is why I like to indulge myself and imagine him to be a masochist sometimes because just like. sigh.

you’re perched on his lap, knees pressed into the mattress beside his hips as you ride him and he hits you with a;

“H-Hit me, baby. C’mon- hit m-me-“

lips parted, eyes glazed over as he gazes up at you - something dark and heady swimming in his irises. his hands rest on your hips, firm but not quite squeezing. that changes real quick when you actually indulge him.

the sound of the slap you give him rings through the room, his head cracking to side; skin smarting on contact. you watch as his cheek bloom pink under your touch, his lips parting in a gasp as his fingers sink deep into your flesh as his whole body tenses us.

you know he can’t feel it, not like you could - your palm was stinging. but that didn’t seem to matter to him, if the gravelly moan he let out in response was any indicator.

“F-Fuck- Again-“

sounding more broken than you’ve ever heard him, his cock twitching inside you - his breathing only growing more and more ragged with every movement of your hips. “A-Again, please-“

Powerful autistic characters often headcannoned as transmasc

And their genderqueer boyfriends