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two way corruption kink where we're both just making each other grosser

*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

There is, in my experience, one important (though not exclusive) reason why trans girls with cocks may have a hard time cumming, and it’s because we tend to receive the same kind of sexual stimulation that we did when we were on testosterone. After enough estrogenization, though, the mapping of our pleasure response changes.

Which is to say, next time you’re sucking her dick you’re going to eat her out. Seal your lips around the tip, give the underside steady pressure, tie a cherry stem. You can mix up her guard with some deepthroating, but it is absolutely crucial to the operation that you eat her new clit like an ice pop.

The first time this was done to me, I had to physically push away from my partner after half a sustained minute of the most agonizing pleasure of my life. A sustained exhalation of icy vapor over a full-body burn. You’ll know you’ve done it right when she turns into a soprano and starts hugging herself like her grip strength is the only thing stopping her from shaking apart. If it’s her first time with this kind of orgasm, you’ve just made a devotee for life.

Treat a tgirl right and Eat Her Out Today!

climbing into his bed with a soaked pull up and having him reach a hand down to check you and coo at you in pity cause you wet the bed again…

*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

Yeah yeah, kiddos saying it feels like they’re gonna pee when they’re about to cum for the first time. But what if they really do? What if it all just feels too good and they wet themselves all over your lap?

I wanna go on a playdate..... maybe a puppy playdate..... but I wanna play with my friends and have fun and be silly while our respective partners in charge watch us for totally innocent reasons!

you should let me trip sit you btw

Sweaty fat dad who came home from work early x kid whose stomach drops when they realize their mom is out of the house

don't forget to force somebody to keep talking and repeating the gross dehumanizing porny phrases you give them when they're under you even when they're stammering and looking away and struggling to make it through every syllable and visibly tearing up with the effort

Thought about making someone hold it in saying nooo cmon let's keep going there'll be a restroom up ahead until they're bouncing and begging and saying they really gotta then taking them aside to say okay. Show me then. Show me how badly you have to. Do it.

Snuff is literally not problematic

you walk into an androidgirls room and she's all skittish and disheveled and the whole place smells like power steering fluid

puppies need enrichment like thorough beatings w the belt and a leg to hump

You can drug your much-bigger hound and pin it down and watch it struggle under you but it's far weaker than it's used to being so it just limply and frustratedly pushes back. Now you can start teasing it and groping it and getting it all worked up under you and notice how instead of struggling to fight you off like before it's struggling to gain for dominance so it can mount you like a big dog but you won't let it because it's your useless drugged up pathetic little puppy under your hands and you love making it squirm instead

Sorry to be in Sex Work Advocacy mode but the way Transfems so frequently have to turn to it and already have our sexuality so policed, we MUST include advocacy for sex workers in our transfeminism

Imagining getting pregnant while in a polycule. Maybe there’s three or four of us, but I’m the only one willing or that can conceive. We all want children, have decided how we’d raise them, and they decide it’s time to knock me up and make us the parents we’ve always wanted to be. I’m off T for a few months, off birth control, ovulating.

We all get together the one night, and have me lay down on the bed in one of their laps, kissing between their legs, maybe I can hear them chuckle a bit from above me as they guide me further between, lapping at them. Then one of the other members goes between my legs, cock thrusting in, telling me how well I’m taking it, that I’m gonna be such a good little papa for our little one. The one I’m laying on soothes me, repeats what a good hole I am, how pretty I’ll look as their pregnant man. And the fourth waits their turn, smoothing their hands over my belly, telling me they can feel how deep it’s going, stroking in tandem with the thrusts.

When the first lets it out inside of me, their seed, filling me to the brim, the next comes over and does the same, with quicker thrusts, less languid and loving than the first out of sheer desperation, the need to inseminate me. The pure desire to watch me swell up with a child.

And when I finally get that positive test, I’m doted on, loved, hands on my belly, kisses down my neck. Prince treatment for their good, pregnant boy. Discussions about whose sperm actually made me swell like this, until we go for that pivotal ultrasound, the first checkup. We find out it’s twins, fraternal. There’s a chance they’ve both done it. We hope for it.

Of course, with two in there, I get heavy quickly. Looking ready to pop by midway through, what would usually be a cute, barely cumbersome bump is stretched and heavy, making me huff and waddle around as all three of my partners continue to dote, to kiss, to help me with those needs I can no longer reach between my legs. They’d tease me when they see how much my tdick twitches when they remind me I was so good for them, to the point I gave us two. And they’ll have all four of us to care for them in the way they deserve, as a unit, our own little village. I’d be able to cum with a warm swell in my chest, feeling loved, cared for, that heavy weight in my belly in the way I feel I need.

The prince treatment for their perfect breeder.

i love the idea of being some doped up doll; consistently taking my "medicine," always dressed my owner's standards, constantly sat on a dildo to make sure i stay nice and stretched. thinking about being looked over while playing dress-up, my owner scrutinizing how the lace of the lingerie underneath my clothes exaggerates and compliments the flowy, sheer top they chose for me. and feeling so hazy, maybe not even realizing how inappropriate the clothes they chose for me are, maybe not even realizing that i've been cockwarming for hours now. i wanna be someone's brain dead little doll so bad <3

I need to play dress up with pretty clothes !!!! Make me wear what you wanna see me in !!!!! Match our outfits together !!! Pose me and play with me like a doll !!!!! Tell me to stay still and take pictures of me however you want !!!!! Put me on a shelf and forget about me until you want to play again !!!!!

"Mommy's friends" is a very hot phrase. Something about how it turns the fact that they're not *your* friends into about how little you are, about how it puts you on the spot but provides you a script. You're an outsider but being shown off. Mommy will tell them the ways you make your mommy proud, even if it makes you blush.

maybe a free use little brother could save me from my plight (<- says this in every situation)

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.

Puppy want a hit? Gimme paw. Gimme paw! Good puppy! Show belly! Smart doggy... wag for me? Paws up! That's it doggy! Bring that lil muzzle here for shotguns

I just want a doggy plaything,,, is that too much to ask for?? I just want a good puppy sitting at my feet patiently waiting for some attention. I want a pet that'll let me push them around when I need to blow off steam. We can have belly rub sessions that turn into rough groping and biting because I can't control myself

the puppygirl tummy rubbing to cock milking pipeline (the pipeline is her happy trail)

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!

Its so easy to fall into transmisogyny because it is so inundated to our culture. Even from children, we are taught to laugh at a man in a dress on tv. Its easy to just let the trans woman take the fall, its not like you’ll have to think about her again. Unless you intentionally take the time to think about and listen to the transfems in your life, you’ll easily fall into terf rhetoric. Every fuckin time

You may be in her dms, but I’m tied up and blindfolded in her basement while wearing a collar and leash. All while she pulls me around like a puppy, making me worship her body

cute lil prey-coded thing and the much larger, scarier thing it's got on a leash (they're in looooooove :D)

GAME TIP: It would forgive you eventually. Maybe even thank you.