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basic fun and sexy way to ask for consent continuously if you're doing play with a dog sub: tell it to bark to ask for more. "speak, puppy!" is a cute continual prompt/command. it makes it easier for it to tell you what it can take without forcing it to use people words/get out of dog space.
impact play? i better get a bark after every hit, or puppy isn't getting any more. i'm railing you? i need to hear you barking your head off or how am i going to know you like it? dogs don’t use human words but that doesn't mean they can’t communicate. speak, puppy
this also works if you're forcefully puppifying someone. it's embarrassing and degrading to bark if you're not already used to it/are already into being a dog. they'll get over their embarrassment and barking will become second nature real quick
fucking every last thought out of you until you’re drooling slightly, your eyes are blank and your hips are moving instinctively. “where’d you go, puppy?” tilting your face up.
wiping the drool from the corner of your mouth. tilting my head. “look at that.” showing you your own face in my palm. “drooling all over my fingers.” watching you blink slowly. trying to process that. “and you don’t even have the brain cells left to be embarrassed about it. do you?”
you shaking your head. barely. not even sure what you’re responding to anymore.
“that’s what i did to you.” pressing back in. feeling you whimper. your hips moving automatically. “took every single thought you had and now look… nothing left. just wet and needy and completely empty headed for me.” stroking your cheek. affectionate. warm. “my perfect little dumb puppy.”
pulling back slightly. showing you how soaked you are. “look at this mess.” watching your eyes drift down and not fully register what they’re seeing. “you’re absolutely ruined and you don’t even know why anymore… all you know is that it feels good, and you need more.”
you nodding shyly.
“say something for me.” watching your mouth open. nothing coherent coming out. “that’s what i thought.” sliding my fingers past your lips. feeling you immediately start sucking. mindless and desperate. “can’t even form a word but your mouth still knows exactly what to do. interesting.”
watching you suck my fingers while your hips keep moving. both things happening without a single thought behind either of them.
“look at you.” hips pressing deeper while my fingers stay in your mouth. feeling you moan around them. “taking my strap and sucking my fingers like a good little puppy.” pressing deeper. watching your eyes glaze over “no thoughts left huh? just wet and full of me.”
you making a needy sound around my fingers. hips stuttering. getting close.
“already?” slowing my hips down. watching yours chase desperately. “you’re so close, puppy. fuck, you feel so so good.” not stopping. slowing down to savor the moment. watching your face. nothing behind your eyes but neediness. “i’m gonna give you exactly what you’ve been waiting for.”
pressing my hips against you faster. feeling you immediately lose whatever little grip you had left. mouth going slack around my fingers. drooling. hips rolling desperately to meet every thrust.
“cum for me.” moaned at you. “right now puppy. go ahead.”
feeling you give in. shaking against me. muffled helpless sounds around my fingers. hips pressing forward and staying there.
pulling my fingers from your mouth. reaching down between us. sliding them through you slowly. collecting everything. feeling how soaked you are. how warm.
holding them up between us. watching your eyes try to focus.
“open.” watching your mouth open immediately. sliding my fingers in. feeling you suck them clean without hesitation. tasting yourself. slow and thorough.
pulling them free. wiping your mouth with my thumb.
“i’m so proud of you, puppy.” pressing a kiss to your hair. your cheek. pulling you into my chest. stroking your back slow. “you did so good for me. so so good.”
That cute girl you know probably hasn't been pushed against the wall and been made out with recently enough, you should change this
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babe are you alright? you just reblogged eunnieboo’s pink in the night comic again
realizing how many times i could have asked for some grace or some help with something from a boss or a teacher or my college advisor but i didn't because deep in my bones i believe that people who have that kind of authority over you will not only not help, but simply asking for their help, bringing their attention to me and my problems will get me punished!! but if i had been brave, if i had just asked, i could have had things easier!! but i didn't because i couldn't because of how terrified i am that asking will make things worse, and to that i say, i think i kind of hate my parents, actually
i think it's so funny how my almost rabid affinity for ultra feminine aesthetics manifests in kink. i quit the game cause it wasn't for me, im not that kind of dyke. but for my playthings? im dollifying you. im doing your makeup, im picking out your clothes. you're going to be so stylish day to day But i am Also going to make you a little girl prancing around in pastels and lace and ribbons so i can feel my heart squeeze from how cute and princessy you look!
imagine there's this cis guy who's REALLY miserable, and he has no clue why. so he goes to a doctor's appointment to see if they can figure out what's going on with him, and this pretty lady doctor tells him he should stay at the hospital for a while, and she'll keep an eye on him. so he begins his stay at the hospital, and every day she gives him this medication, but she won't tell him what it is, just assures him there's no worries. his chest feels swollen and tender, he swears his hips are wider than before, and for some reason the doctor keeps referring to him as a woman? whatever, it's probably just a mix-up, and he doesn't really mind it anyway so he lets her continue. by this point his body has obviously changed. he actually does feel a lot better, though, so whatever meds she's been giving him are doing the trick. one day she tells him he has a very important surgery, and he wants to question what the surgery's for, but she just answers "it's a surprise", which he should find suspicious but he chooses to trust her. after the procedure, he wakes up and looks down... his penis is gone. he has a vagina now. why does he have a vagina? why is he not mad about it? staring at his new parts with his legs spread, he looks up and sees his doctor, staring very intently at his genitailia. he should find it creepy, it objectively is creepy, but he actually feels weirdly validated by her ogling. maybe this isn't so bad after all...
I need a next life - I'm not satisfied to know you just once.
this image is beautiful but klaufir being banned just highlights how tumblr will take transfem art and then cast out the trans woman that made it. time and time again our contributions are taken but we lose our connections to them.
udder-mother was up less than 2 hours ago. This is on purpose.
This was the pucture
I spent 25 minutes on this (my photoshop lagged)
Concept: Trans girl becomes a superhero and people get mad about it because she has an "unfair biological advantage" and she's confused because every superhero has one of those
the t4t scene in Sodom and Gomorrah must’ve been awesome.
a girl with huge tits who teases and praises you for how obsessed you are with them. she sits down on the couch and beckons you over, asking you to "come and play with your favorite toys".
At night, you fall asleep with her nipple in your mouth, suckling, and wake up with your face still pressed tightly against her soft pillowy chest. She strokes your hair, says good morning, and tells you how good you were to stay close to mommy's boobies all night long.
She takes great care to make sure you're touching her chest as much as possible. Even when you aren't feeling sexual at all, you're still absentmindedly stimming with her boobs or using them as a pillow. You suck on them so much, drinking her sweet milk, and she always makes sure to tell you how big they'll grow with your help, and even though they're gigantic already, she talks about how she can't wait til they outgrow her special bra.
She makes sure they're your source of comfort throughout the day. You can put your head into them and softly kneed to calm down when you're stressed, you can bounce them around when you're happy, you can even be rough when them when you're upset. She wants you to be as obsessed with them as you possibly can, and she feels so good every time you touch them. Even when you have other kinds of sex, she still talks about her tits, bragging about them and how huge and soft and milky they are, about how much she loves them, about how much *you* love them, since she knows its the only way you'll be able to cum. And she wouldn't have it any other way!
I flirt a little differently.
What if I kidnapped you
What if you woke up one morning in a strange bed with no memory of the night
What if you were terrified, you beg and plead for me to let you go, you promise not to tell anyone, you tell me you'll do anything to earn your freedom, I just look at you with pity in my eyes
What if I cooked you all your favourite foods, sat and watched and made sure you ate three times a day (plus snacks and desert)
What if I made sure you had your meds at a regular time every day
What if I turned off all the lights and WiFi at a set time each night forcing you into a good sleeping pattern
What if you were still terrified, , every day just waiting for me to use you or abuse or hit you just like everyone else who's ever had power over you
What if I was kind
What if you finally let me hold you, collapsed into my arms, let yourself cry
What if you felt truly safe and free for the first time in your life
What if you begged me to let you go anyway, not because I was doing it wrong or not doing enough, but because you felt you didn't deserve it, because you couldn't believe anyone could care about you this much, because you didn't want to be a burden
What if in reply I told you that you'd never gotten a choice how people treated you before, when they were abusive or neglectful, so why would you think you'd get a choice now
Okokokok
I see you all in the notes begging for beatings and torture and hard dominance
And yes, the next step is "what if we fucked violently"
But the kindness has to come first
The full version from my corpse
I need a group of cute transfemms to bring me into puppy space. Just hanging out with a bunch of friends, chatting, playing games, listening to music and as the night goes on getting a few head scratches out of the blue that no one truly acknowledges. The eating and drinking continues as if nothing happens then hearing "good girl" whispered in your ear a few times by voices you can't identify. Whoever sayed it, disappearing too quickly for you to see her face. Then "such a good puppy" and "she's such a cute puppy" as more hands reach out to pet you. A few hands wondering, tracing your neck, grazing your cheek, feeling your shoulders. What was once a small party with idle chatter has turned its attention to you. Any noises you make just encourages them further. Suddenly, there are fingers in your mouth, people eyeing up your pretty face, and hands groping through your clothes. So many horny pretty trans girls running there hands up your back, grabbing your ass, and toying with your chest Soon, their hands wander down your waistband, raising the hem of your shirt, feeling your skin against theirs. Amongst the sea of "good girl" "pretty puppy" "such cute noises" "she is so soft" one voice says "silly girl, puppies don't need human clothes" and you are faced with many lustful grins and hungry hands as they pick off your clothes. You feel the edges of your shirt ride up your stomach, over your chest, then off your arms. Many fingers tuck themselves under your waistband and slide down, grazing your thighs, calves, then off your feet. For a brief moment, you sit bare, the air against your skin, looking around the others are various states of undress. Once the hands return, they grope your chest, thighs and ass. Someone's fingers reach their way down your stomach and start touching your pretty girl dick, stroking you, toying with the tip. Before long, another pretty lady has her breasts in your face, another guiding your hand to their girl cock. You feel mouths on your skin, people licking you, some gently nibbling on you, others leaving marks on your skin. The stroking keeps going, the more that leaks out of you, the more they grope you. Hands and mouths exploring every possible inch of your skin, it doesn't even matter when they bring you to orgasm, they all keep going until every last one of them has had their fun with you. Cum all over you, even in you. A few raise their hands from your puppy parts and give you a taste. After all is cleaned, they bring you water, say how good you were, and to end off the night, you all drift to sleep in a big pile. Gentle breathing, the feeling of their warm skin up against you. Brought to unconsciousness by the thought of being such a good puppy.