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aka arfarfgirl & cattle-doggie trying to find old mutuals <333
20s • she/ze 🏳️⚧️ • 18+ only
▶️ 💿 Olivia Rodrigo - you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love (2026)
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Teaching my little brother how to hump his stuffies.
“what if kids identify with something and it ends up just being a phase-?” good. stop teaching and expecting kids (and adults honestly) to formulate permanent traits and ideas of themselves. everything in life is a phase. that doesn’t make it any less legitimate while you experience it. let people explore themselves and know it’s okay if what you think about yourself changes.
dad still doesn’t get why his daughter is on hormones. she’s having to do all this work and go through all this mental pain for changes ppl can barely see — that is until he actually asks her.
she’s been talking for a while about having had some chest growth, she’s started calling her chest her titties, and dad is getting curious.
one night, after he gets back from the gym, he asks her to lift up her top so he can see. dad is all sweaty and musky in his gym shorts and muscle tank, and she can smell him from across the room. it’s intoxicating.
she’s nervous at first. but dad reassured her that theyre family, hes seen her naked before. just not since the hormones. so, legs shaking a little, she stands in front of her dad sitting on the couch and lifts up her top, exposing her puffy nipples and the small mounds that are forming. she blushes that it’s not all that much, really. but dad reassures her that she’s just growing and that she’s getting really big.
before she can put her top down her dads gruff hand is planted firmly on her tit, squeezing and groping his daughter’s new growth. it’s making her too squirmy and whiney to respond, to pull away, to do anything but fall into her dads touch. she ends up crumpled on her dads thigh while he gropes her tits with his big hands and thumbs her sensitive nipples, making her moan softly and bury her head in his tummy. she can still smell the gym on him, the sweat, the musk, the exertion. being so close to her dad like that is making her mind go blank.
she watches as her dad takes one hand off her to rub his own bulge under his tight damp shorts. he grunts low and she can feel it in her core. dad bundles her up in his arms and gently places her between his legs. he coos at her, as she holds up her top for him with muskdrunk pleading eyes. he tells her that he thinks they’d even be big enough to help give her dad some release.
he gently slips her top over her head, undressing his daughter for his own pleasure. he roughly tugs his thick cock and heavy balls out of his shorts. the scent of sweat hits her again like an aphrodisiac. she opens her mouth instinctually and starts to lower her glistening lips to her dads cock head. that is until his hand meets her chin and he gently chastises her, saying that’s how little boys and their dads play. groping her tits again, he tells her that it seems they have exciting new ways to play together now.
he guides her hands to her own tits and makes her press them around his cock. he slowly starts moving her hands for her, making his daughter give her own dad a boobjob with her new tits. once she’s got the rhythm right, dad lets go and lets his daughter do the work. rubbing her tits against her dads hard cock. he groans above her, so she knows she’s doing a good job. the praise makes her tummy flutter.
he lifts up her chin once more and plunges his tongue down his daughters throat. her whole body convulses as she gags on it until she remembers and starts suckling on it in her mouth. her mouth filling up with her dads saliva while hers pools down her neck making wet sounds as it slides in between her tits and her dads cock against her.
he moans into her mouth from this new wetness between them, and he grabs the back of her shoulders pulling her closer until hes practically humping her tiny cleavage. his cock is throbbing against her boobs, pumping wildly against her chest. hes groaning like an animal, forceful hands on her back and ravenous tongue in her throat.
theres almost a pop sound when he pulls his mouth off hers. with one hand, he ruffles her hair to soothe her as he forces her drooly mouth downward just over his thick pumping cock. he groans that he’s going to unload on his daughter when she brings her soft wet lips down on his head and he unleashes, gripping her so tight and spurting his dad cum between her lips. hes still thrusting so uncontrollably that it comes loose from her mouth and those last few thick shots of cum land warm on her face, her shoulders, and on to her growing tits.
she’s staring up at him all dazed and doe eyed, he can’t help but let those fatherly instincts take over and lift her back on to his thigh. she’s covered in his cum, and he makes her whine by licking it off of her. like a dog grooming its pup, she’s glistening wet with his saliva by the time he’s done licking up his seed. she’s clinging to him, taking in his musk for the comfort and the warmth.
‘i get it now, honey.’ he says through ragged breaths. ‘you’re still my kid. and you’re going to be such a good girl.’
in case u forgot who u are dealing with i still love to be cozy and warm under my blankets, panting and whining with my tongue out while i touch myself
soft n warm puppy :)
you all don’t even try to hide your transmisogyny
This is an ancient tactic to handwave feminism in all forms since the beginning of time. "I wont take this feminism stuff seriously until a man tells me how it is." What makes this exceptionally transmysoginistic is that trans women are expected to engage with this criticism like its actually about inclusivity, and not just boring ass regular laughed-out-of-the-room misogyny.
newly unemployed disabled trans girl needs help !
hiiiiiii it's j 💕
yesterday i quit my job due to mistreatment from management. i was hoping to have a lot more time to figure things out before it got to this point, but things hit a fever pitch and i had to get out of there. i'm finding myself back at square one very suddenly, a lot more disabled than i was last time i had to job hunt, and frankly i'm. scared :')
i'm very thankful that my partner, their parents, and our roommates are willing to be flexible in helping cover some of my expenses while i rest and recover and find a new job, but i still need some extra support to make ends meet.
trying to build up savings so i can pay rent and our utility bills over the coming months is my main concern right now. any help at all is deeply deeply appreciated ... even just reblogging helps a ton. thank you all 💖
v: @jmaeveb / c: $jmaeveb / ask for paypal if needed
thank you to everyone who helped me make rent last month 💗💗
i currently have enough money in my bank account to pay for rent this month, but we need to get groceries this week and the utility bills are coming up as well.
setting my goal for making rent since i'll most likely have to pull from what i currently have saved to pay for everything else:
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almost there already! y'all are the best, thank you 💕💕
My baby Qais will die because his surgery is delayed. As an oppressed mother in Gaza, I am forced to postpone his surgical procedure —not by choice, but because this post is ignored and not shared.
I will not forgive anyone who watches my child fade and scrolls past without mercy. One share delays his death—but one donation can end this waiting and bring his surgery closer today.
Every minute without a donation steals something from Qais—his strength, his breath, his chance to live. I beg you as a mother: please donate now. Your donation is the difference between life and loss.
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While we wait for a surgery we cannot afford, my baby Qais continues to suffer every day. Time is not standing still for him. Please donate now and help us reach treatment before it becomes too late.
Oh my God, sometimes I wake up terrified that I will lose my baby Qais before we can reach his surgery. Every delay feels like another step toward disaster.
Please donate and help save him before time runs out.
hi trans indigenous people I love you
hi indigenous people who don't identify with the label trans because you exist outside of the Western gender binary I love you
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Communication is key
If my page suddenly stops posting one day, know that my baby Qais has died. I will never forget the people who saw my child bleeding, suffering, and begging for help, yet chose silence and continued scrolling.
I feel completely broken and deeply ashamed begging strangers for help every day, because this suffering has turned me into a mother forced to sacrifice even her dignity just to keep her child alive.
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Every day, I fear opening my messages and finding nothing, because silence now feels more terrifying than hunger or bleeding. It feels like watching baby Qais disappear. Donate and save him.
I changed my baby Qais’s bloodstained cloth using my trembling hands, then cried silently beside him because I could not afford proper bandages or medicine anymore. Please, donate now and help me keep my child alive.
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My ass so fat I be groping my own stuff all the time
They say ooooh be a good boy for daddy and you'll get a reward. But then the reward is just gay sex. This is bullshit. I wanted a skateboard
Then they say if you're a bad boy daddy will punish you. But what's the punishment? More gay sex! You can't escape it. This whole damn place is in the pocket of Big Sex
