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Lol haha fear of loss and me always somehow being. Umm bad and. Stuff and not helping my friends and the stress of always needing to help and save them. Haha yeah haha instantly reverting back to safe fantasies and trying to mentally map out how I'd go about things without them as a trauma response fuck yeah that's really great I'm being so fucking dramatic and pathetic

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making dinner while my husband is at work... I make sure to eat my share while he's on his way home, because I know I will be busy once he's here. He sits down near the door and I take off his shoes, his shirt, then he grabs me and shoves my face into his armpits so I can clean his pits. Being lost in his scent clears my brain of all the worries of the day, all the chores I was thinking I need to get done, and reminds me that it's all for him. He has me get up and fix him a plate, when I come back from the kitchen he's naked. I know to get under the table and start worshipping his cock. Between his legs is musky from a hard days work, the hair around his hole tastes a little like piss not quite wiped up. The evening passes quickly as I stay at his feet and worship him through dinner, his video games or movie, and then am taken to bed to have my face fucked until he comes in my mouth.

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rim that trans boy!

trans boys deserve to know how good it feels to have someone lick their ass. just cause they have another hole nearby don't let it take all the attention.

let a trans boy sit on your face and stick that tongue in deep. their cunt dripping on you while you make out with their asshole is how you know you're doing a good job. worship that hole when he gives you the opportunity. no matter how sweaty it is down there

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if a trans guy pisses on you while he's sitting on your face for worship you should thank him.

you should thank him again when he makes you do the laundry and get the piss out of the bed.

you should thank him one more time when he spanks you for wasting his piss.

trans men are gods and their piss is divine nectar.

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Every cis woman should start T

Would make the world so much better.

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i mostly talk about transgirls on here but as a cissie i know i’m inferior to transguys too! my holes aren’t only for girlcock, i need transguys to fuck me with their straps and tdicks and make me suck them off, whatever pleases them 😵‍💫 my body’s really nothing more than a toy for trans people of all kinds, my cissie cunt is yours to use

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to tease and torture the small town priest, to eye fuck him in the pews, to watch as he squirms as he delivers his sermons, to listen as he instantly recognizes your voice in the confessional all while knowing he'd never dare admit to himself, or to his lord, what sinful desires he's hiding

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you were a bit nervous to come out to your best friend as a trans man. you've known each other since childhood, and she's always been hyperfeminine and boy-crazy. whenever you got in trouble for expressing masculinity as a child, your parents would point to her as the shining example of femininity—couldn't you be more like her, with her fluffy dresses and love of pink? they always hoped that spending time with her would eventually rub off on you, but it never worked.

your friend, though, never seemed to mind your nonconformity. she had even let you be the "dad" when you had played "house" as children! you hoped that would extend to the revelation of your gender, but... you had no idea just how excited she would be. when you finally told her that you were a man, her eyes lit up, and she squealed, throwing her arms around you. "i'm so happy for you!"

to your surprise, she was the one who encouraged you to begin your medical transition as soon as possible. she came with you to the clinic and had the nurses teach both of you how to administer your shots, "just in case" you couldn't do your own for whatever reason someday. your first binder was a gift from her for your 19th birthday.

"you know, my parents were always so adamant that i couldn't have boys over," she told you with a dreamy sigh. "but we've had tons of sleepovers... it's kind of scandalous, right? like, i snuck a boy in without them knowing!"

before you came out, she avoided taking you shopping. she was girly, and you weren't—she didn't think you'd enjoy it. now? she loves taking you to the men's section, helping you pick out a brand new wardrobe. trying on clothing for her is a lot more fun now that it's all masculine items, and you pose for her like a calvin klein model. you try not to read into it too much when she bites her lip at the sight of you modeling boxer briefs for her.

"you're getting so hairy," she comments, marveling over your new body hair. "you should start going to the gym! testosterone helps with building muscle, right?"

naturally, she comes to the gym with you. but she doesn't spend much time working out. she does yoga in skin-tight pants, her attention split between ogling you as you lift, and bending over to try and get you to ogle her.

you may be new to being treated like a man, but you're no fool. there's only so many hints you can brush off before it's impossible to ignore what she's doing. she's no longer boy-crazy; she has eyes for one man, and one man only: you. you buy your first play packer without telling her. she finds out by the sight of your bulge the next time you go to her house when her parents aren't home. she tries not to stare, but she can't tear her eyes away. you laugh and hook your arms around her waist, holding her so close that she can surely feel the size of it against her thigh. "did you think you could mold me into your perfect boyfriend without me noticing?" you ask her, whispering in her ear. she shivers. "how long were you expecting me to wait before you fessed up? you know that another effect of testosterone is that it makes me unbearably horny, don't you?"

she's already drenched when your fingers rub her cunt through her panties. you can hardly wait another second, and neither can she—you toss her onto her bed, the same bed you had innocent sleepovers in all those years ago, and you stuff your cock into her tight wet pussy inch by inch. she moans and writhes beneath you, her eyes glazed over with desire. "naughty girl," you say, pulling her shirt up and her bra down to expose her puffy nipples. "you know you're not supposed to have boys over."

she doesn't respond, or maybe she cant; she can hardly say anything coherent as you pound into her. all she can manage to babble is a string of fuck, more, oh god, and harder—and, of course, your name, which she chants like a prayer.

when she cums on your cock, her pussy pulsing with pleasure, you both know that she's succeeded: you've become a hell of a man, and the perfect boyfriend she's always wanted.

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I desperately need to subjugate a man I need to make him a slobbering whining pathetic vaguely feminized little Bitch. He needs to worry only about groveling at my feet and worshipping my cock he needs to be a complete whore for being kicked smacked bitten and humiliated. He needs to call me master and be so obedient and good. Maybe even afraid of me.

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Lactating big brothers hhhhh.

Little brothers who didn’t get to bond with their mothers or be breastfed but are sucking on their big brothers tits and mmmmm.

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Nobody fucking wants meeeeee please fucking want me please somebody please want me NOT STRAIGHT HETERO MEN PLEASE STOP DOING THIS TO ME I NEED AFFIRMATION

Desperately need to be sexualized in a gender affirming way please god god god please I need gender affirmation so bad I need to be sexually gratified please

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Desperately need to be sexualized in a gender affirming way please god god god please I need gender affirmation so bad I need to be sexually gratified please

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Taps mic. Is this thing on. Tying him down and sitting between his spread legs jacking off right against his cunt, but not actually fucking him until he starts genuinely crying from how desperate he is for your cock. Reblog. You agree.

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kinktober #17 | blood/gore

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Since there’s always complaints about behaviour from feedists here’s some communication hygiene knowledge to spread or use for yourself (non-exhaustive list, just some stuff from experience):

1. If they have one, read their bio/pinned post. People sometimes put their boundaries in these and important information for you in them, don’t skimp because you’re horny, it reads as lacklustre and not really interested if you message/ask before reading this. Don’t make them explain clearly available information about themselves and preferences.

2. Establish the kind of communication that both them and you want to have. Ask them what they want, explain what you would like. Do you want to just dirty talk, do you think the person is cool and want to talk outside of kink things, are you both comfortable talking irl things etc. having it upfront in the message saves you and the other person time to say yes please or no thnx to it and means you’re more likely to succeed. Permission is essential, if you don’t want the same kind of comms, respect it.

3. Check terminology/negotiate the scene. Discuss what terms the other person is comfortable with and what things turn them on and off/what you both want the scene to be. Just like good ol’ BDSM we can be playing with trauma fire here and fatphobia is very very real. Negotiation is sexy and helps you both get what you want.

4. Kink goes both ways. Feeders are not kink dispensers and deserve to be turned on too. Feedees aren’t just there to be your wankbank. All take and no give makes for a very dull experience, and feeder women are particularly swamped by people looking for one sided experiences. Think what you can offer in return for their efforts and be ready to do that.

5. Pay doesn’t mean play. Whatever you and the individual agree together is going to happen when money is exchanged is what will happen. Unless it has been pre-agreed otherwise donations for stuffing are just that; a gift. You wouldn’t ask a friend to do something for you just because you gave them a gift, don’t do that to people on the internet.

Hope this helps some of you, I might add more later and feel free to add what else you think needs to be on here

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transmasculine erasure is a part of trans genocide. its not passive or ignorable, but fundamental to transphobic violence.