Scruffy Puppygirl Who You Liked The Vibe Of So You Invited Her To Hang With You Then At The End Of The

Something I don't think people necessarily understand is that when you send an aggressive and condescending anon to a trans woman, you are making a threat. It might not be intentional. Maybe you would NEVER do anything beyond a single anon. But your face is hidden, and there are groups of people who look for trans women to harass and gang up on. They will spam report, they will make callout posts, and all this stuff ends with trans women either fleeing the platform or outright being deleted. When you send an aggressive anon, like it or not, you are invoking that specter. You are saying "respond well, tranny, or get ready for public mockery." And of course, to the uwu soft bean sending their first anon hate, the trans woman in question responds so aggresively!?! They're just asking questions, why is this fucking tranny crawling up their throat? She must be kind of a bitch, huh! They fail to realize that they have walked into a space where they are wielding power (or taking on the visage of someone who does), and then proceeded to threaten someone with that power! No wonder trans women react defensively!

Making you wear a skirt with nothing else underneath it while you hold your pee. Want to see you squirm and squeeze your legs as you try not to wet yourself without any protection. Lifting your skirt up just to tease your pee hole, knowing you have little to no restrictions. Making sure the waistband stays tight across your bladder. Making you lift your skirt in front of me when you start to wet yourself, watching the pee stream out of you and down your pretty legs.

Yes?

(A very inaccurate take on 18th Century Stays and the inherent intimacy of dressing)

whys everyone wanna get fucked by a monster. i wanna fuck a monster. i'm the hunter, you're the prey. werewolf boyfriend whimpering under a silver gag, bound by wolfsbane soaked chains while i fuck him silly by the glow of the moon. vampire pinned by a crucifix and a parted curtain, the light kissing my back and only my body arching over theirs protecting them from the petrifying sun. eldritch tentacles trussed together with rope and sailcloth, unable to do anything but pulsate weakly as i use them to my own desires. collaring a minotaur, pinning him in the cattle crush and ruthlessly jacking him off while hes gripped by the machine made for livestock. enough helpless humans. the hunter has desires too.

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what if submissive obsessive stalker bf

I love it/its pronouns....not even exclusively in an objectification way. in a creature way. in a nonhuman way. in a beloved heirloom way.

Creep who's a little bit addicted to ur scent. Whose hugs are a little long, who always breathes in deep when you're near, who...hey didn't you use to have more underwear? That's weird, did one get lost in the wash somehow? You could swear there was another one, it's kind of your favourite pair...ah well. Nothing for it. Anyway. Creep who just gets real close and whose eyes unfocus when you wear that one perfume.

turn around for me. good puppy. close your eyes, let me blindfold you. now stay. stay.

whistle - come here puppy. whistle - come here. you can do it, you can find me. just listen to my voice, come here. you look so concentrated and adorable. come. such a good puppy, just follow my voice. there you go. oh you’re all wet and ready aren’t you. grinding on my fingers like you can’t help yourself, with your legs shaking, you can hardly keep yourself up, poor thing.

i got a new toy for you, go find it. fetch. getting warmer, good puppy, go on. colder now. warmer, warmer, colder, warmer, burning hot, there you go. now bring it here. no no no, in your mouth. make it fit. now drop it. good puppy. show me how you’d play with it. don’t be shy, show me. oh it just slips right in. get it all in like we’ve trained. listen to you whine as you take that knot deeper into you. keep it all in.

whistle - come. oh no you don’t get to walk anymore so your toy doesn’t slip out. be good and get on all fours. look at you, all whiny and pathetic, crawling on the floor. you’d be bumping into furniture if it wasn’t for me. heel. sit. sit pretty. does it feel good when you sit on it? you poor thing you’re all wet, even your thighs are soaking. keep it in and open your mouth. such a good puppy deserves a treat

having fun and playing and giggling and running around in a circle and playing patty cake and drawing in the woodchips together and jumping as far as we can off the swings and splashing each other with water and picking up big sticks and playing swordfight and throwing rocks farther than each other and skipping rocks on the water and trying to run faster than each other and playing hide and seek and

*thru tears* what if... i was a little stuffed animal. and you lvoed me so much? and hugged me to sleep and i was your favourite and andnyou always missed me when you couldn't cuddle me and whenever you woke uppl and saw me fallen by the side of the bed you'd go "oh no!!" and you'd pick me up and give me a big squeeze for being so brave down the side of the bed