Need to manipulate the hell out of a competent loner

You know the type. Maybe you are the type. Capable, reserved, used to fending for herself. A need for control, if not over those around her then at least over herself. She knows what happens the moment she loses it. She's promised herself to never let it happen again.

But of course, I see right through her. I know she craves vulnerability but is too scared to trust anyone. I know that despite how much she insists she can take care of herself, she craves so badly for someone else to do it for once. All I have to do is give her a taste of the love, care, and understanding she's never had. And all of a sudden, her facade melts away and she breaks down in my arms.

She's mine now. Even though I tell her she can always leave, we both know she won't. She's needed this so badly, she'll do anything to keep it. And I'm more than happy to let her. I can reinforce that, too. Pointing out all the little ways that her life has gotten better with me in it. Letting her fill in what I left unsaid, that it'll all come crashing down the moment I leave. She needs me, and she knows it.

Converting that need into attraction is all too easy. It's not like she wouldn't let me use her anyway, for sex, for romance, anything she can do for me she'd be more than happy to if for no other reason than to make her feel secure in my presence. But I can make her want me too. Holding her a little too close to my chest while I comfort her, praising her while I caress her thigh. The security of my presence and the feeling of my touch mixing together to create an intoxicating blur. By the time I'm tilting her chin up to kiss her she's gotten so desperate I could make her beg for it.

I can tease her all I want for the pathetic mess I've made her into. Nobody else gets to see this side of her, unless I want them to. She's ashamed of it too, which only makes the burning in her chest worse when I point out just how much she's betrayed that promise to herself to stay in control.

But she never could have resisted me. She needed someone to take care of her far too badly. Just as she does now, her body that she once held so confidently upright now quivering at my touch, each breath of hers an audible plea for me to take her.

And just like before, I'm all too happy to oblige.

my toxic trait is that I think those uwu trans girl memes that 19 year olds on reddit make are pretty funny

this is comedy gold to me

Some of you "trans allies" really do just see trans men as Men Light, and trans women as Men Wrong, and it shows in the way you coddle and baby one group, while demonizing and ripping apart the other. 😐

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