dumbpuppyfag

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30yo transfem (not me) with little sexual experience (unlike me) being accepted and taken in by queers who unconditionally love their new frightened shelter puppy (somebody else. possibly u. u ever think about that? huh? that's what i thought)

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cumming in her gay ass, tagging out and then watching him fuck it deeper into her

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Hearts! :3

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look, i have no idea where your kid went but you're describing a grown adult who, if i had to guess, probably didn't want to keep living with a transphobe. hm? no, this is my dog his name's faggot

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reblog if you need a hug

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idk what you thought i meant by forcemasc but in this basement it means doing your t shot with a taser pointed at you in case you whimper

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shards drifting through space. slowly turning end over end, fragments of places and times that feel like they should mean something. you reach out and grab one but when you open your hand it drips through your fingers like mercury. melted. gone. you stare dumbly at your empty palm.

something wet slides against your cheek and you turn to look. it's a dog. or a.. person. a dog person? some words. they take a while to filter through. i told you you'd like it. everyone likes it. it isn't until the dull unease in your stomach rises to meet the words in your head that you start to remember. disappearances. rumours. investigating. rescue. we can show you the way out... then... then...

you slowly turn to look at the door you'd come in through. it was open. you stare at it some more. you can just stand up and leave. one foot in front of the other. ten, maybe eleven steps, and you're gone. free from whatever's going on here. simple as that. you just need to stop thinking about it and do it. just climb to your feet and this can all be over.

your intense concentration is broken by a weight slamming into your chest. the door is gone. you see the ceiling and that puppy thing from earlier looming over you, eyes sparkling excitedly, pinning your shoulders to the ground. silly puppyyyyyy... you're looking the wrong wayyy...

any thoughts of escape melt away as it collapses onto you, lips meeting yours, hips rolling against you, pleasure so intense and sudden that you barely register the sound of something cracking between its teeth or the droplets suddenly landing onto your face.

you taste it though. you shudder as this thing's tongue pushes into your mouth, warm, tingling, unbearably intense, a trail of fire slipping down your throat, thoughts giving way to static, body consumed by an indescribable heat.

the shape on top of you pulls away and wipes some of the syrup from its lips. you offer no resistance as it teases its fingers into your mouth. hooking a finger in your cheek, it turns your face back around towards the spiral. it contendedly settles its head into your chest and, one by one, the shards blink away into darkness.

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training montage where we're teaching a faggy little goofy silly puppyboy to be the scariest dom imaginable. starts off cute trying to growl in the mirror but by the end we've run out of ideas and started waterboarding him

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when im normal i post horny and when im horny i post jokes and when im so turned on i could burst into flames i write short stories

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shards drifting through space. slowly turning end over end, fragments of places and times that feel like they should mean something. you reach out and grab one but when you open your hand it drips through your fingers like mercury. melted. gone. you stare dumbly at your empty palm.

something wet slides against your cheek and you turn to look. it's a dog. or a.. person. a dog person? some words. they take a while to filter through. i told you you'd like it. everyone likes it. it isn't until the dull unease in your stomach rises to meet the words in your head that you start to remember. disappearances. rumours. investigating. rescue. we can show you the way out... then... then...

you slowly turn to look at the door you'd come in through. it was open. you stare at it some more. you can just stand up and leave. one foot in front of the other. ten, maybe eleven steps, and you're gone. free from whatever's going on here. simple as that. you just need to stop thinking about it and do it. just climb to your feet and this can all be over.

your intense concentration is broken by a weight slamming into your chest. the door is gone. you see the ceiling and that puppy thing from earlier looming over you, eyes sparkling excitedly, pinning your shoulders to the ground. silly puppyyyyyy... you're looking the wrong wayyy...

any thoughts of escape melt away as it collapses onto you, lips meeting yours, hips rolling against you, pleasure so intense and sudden that you barely register the sound of something cracking between its teeth or the droplets suddenly landing onto your face.

you taste it though. you shudder as this thing's tongue pushes into your mouth, warm, tingling, unbearably intense, a trail of fire slipping down your throat, thoughts giving way to static, body consumed by an indescribable heat.

the shape on top of you pulls away and wipes some of the syrup from its lips. you offer no resistance as it teases its fingers into your mouth. hooking a finger in your cheek, it turns your face back around towards the spiral. it contendedly settles its head into your chest and, one by one, the shards blink away into darkness.

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hear me out, this waist harness with a leash and i'm straaaaining to get to your hole but i can only just barely make contact and we're both in hell and our owners are. being real dicks about the whole thing tbqh

if u even care -.-

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tired of being besmirched for my "prosthetic penis capable of delivering donor sperm" idea. it's a gender affirming device for transgender men who want to conceive a child. it's not deviant, it's beautiful. the row of transfems shackled to milking machines that you'd need to fill the cup, now that's deviant

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they are teaching me how to communicate by pressing word buttons with my fuckass paws but all i know how to say is "puppy . wants . HOLE"

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the votes are in, this blog will not start posting about that particular topic. if the votes were something like 98% in favour then i maybe would have considered it. ty to everyone for helping me clear that up :3

okay cards on the table here cus i keep having to abort posts

pls be honest, if u don't wanna see it or it'd ruin my blog for u then i sincerely want u to tell me now

this is just so i can gauge the mood, i might not do it regardless. i would provide advance warning for a few days beforehand (as well as cw tag the posts) so ppl who don't wanna see it don't get jumpscared

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this is for anyone who needs to hear it

listen. clutching your stupid head to my chest and stroking you. you're not a bad dog. idc what they told you, they were wrong. you're a good, sweet, brave little puppy and you've experienced things that nobody should ever go through. i'm so proud of you for making it this far and still having a heart overflowing with this much kindness. i love you so much.

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Me and my mutuals

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just saw someone spell it "c0ckw@rming", pls know that posting like this is an instant block