"who's My Good Boy?" "cmon, Use Your Words, Baby" While Forcing Eye Contact...gdbfjwuf

Is that precum in your pants or is your penis just chopping onions

Meow:3

@palace-of-lotus-flowers

mirouuuu

:3c

I wanna bully a tgirl (sexually) like yeah im pansting you and embarrassing you in front of our friends ! Yeah I’m shoving you up against a wall and calling you weak and fragile, yeah I’m shoving your shirt up and announcing how big your tits have gotten. I’m lifting your skirt up so everyone can see your hole isn’t covered at all by this thong! I’m snapping your bra straps, and pulling on your g-string whale tail. when you shower at my house I’m stealing your underwear so when I ask you to pick something up for me everyone can see you exposed and slutty . It’s all in good fun though !

@/tooesoteric2tboy - now

rb if you want to lovingly kiss other trans people on the lips and fuck silly after

tgirl jerking off while watching a video and you lean in to see exactly what it is she’s watching and it’s literally just industrial machinery breaking down and exploding on repeat for hours.

Lazy little brother lounging on the couch with his tits out, wearing nothing but a little pair of shorts. His big brother comes inside, glaring at him.

“Come help with the yard, brat.” He’s trying not to look at his brothers tits, but it’s hard. He’s spread out so pretty, basically begging to be roughed up.

“Nooooo! It’s so hot. Big brother come on, it’s too hot for outside chores!” He’s whining because he wants to stay inside, in the AC. “Do my chores for me, you’ll get them done soooo much faster than me anyway!”

Big brother who licks him lips looking at his baby brothers body. So pliant, so easy to move and twist and bruise. “Why the fuck should I? What do I get outta this huh?”

Little brother notices the way his big brothers eyes are narrowed in on his chest. He doesn’t often let his tits out, always keeping them trapped under constrictions and flattened. He grins up at him, running his hands up his own body and squeezing his tits in his hands. The way his hips twist and thrust as he does is unholy.

“I’ll let you bruise em up. Bite em, pinch em, limited time offer. You know how much I hate having them played with, but for my dear big brothers? I’m sure I can make an exception, if I’m not all gross and sweaty and tired from working outside.”

And it’s enough. Oh, it’s enough.

thinking about being passed out at a party

everyone knows I want something to happen. why else would I wear such a short skirt and low-cut shirt & keep bending over to make sure everyone knows there's nothing underneath?

maybe I drink a little too much, smoke a little too much on purpose. before I even know it, I'm on the couch with my legs spread, inviting everyone to have a little taste as I fade in & out

"You'd look cute in a collar" okay I'm handing you the leash and sitting at your feet waiting for a command

@g-o-r-b might have some snekaing intentions behind my hugs

hugging until we smell like each other. that's it. that's the whole point.

i have such a big praise kink and need constant reassurance (like round the clock) but i hate fucking asking for it and feel like whenever i get it after asking they actually hate me and want me dead