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i wanna tease someone and edge them for hours, listening to them whine in frustration whenever i stop. then i start counting down and increasing their pleasure. right when they get to the very edge and go over, i'll pull my fingers away and watch them come from nothing. their body trembles as their hips twitch and they seek any kind of friction. they whine and beg to come. i just grin and tell them that i did let them come. when they beg for more, i start another round of edging~

Making your little piss the bed just so you can show them that at least one of their dads is gonna treat their mistakes with patience and understanding

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!

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puppy would probably look better in something more... absorbent :p (she/her/he/him)

head includes suckin ur balls n makin out w ur asshole btw

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

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

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.