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What the media won't show

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all these posts about mean manipulative older siblings. what about older sibling who loves you more than they've ever loved anything. who wants you with a desperation bordering on insanity and would never, ever do anything to hurt you - even if sometimes their hands squeeze you a little too tight. they rough house a little too much and when you're pinned under them they look at you with their eyes dark like a new moon and you know it's because they love you but maybe you don't know quite how much

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two tgirls kissing and hugging and rubbing bulge but they happen to both be stuck in those latex drone suit things so there’s little they can do to actually cum.

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You can run all you want, but you’ll never escape me. I see the way you squirm, the way your body betrays you, even as you shake your head and try to resist. But you don’t really want to get away, do you? You want me to catch you, to pin you down and remind you that no matter what you say—you belong to me.

Every step you take, every breath you steal, it’s mine. You move because I allow it. You tremble because I make you. Don’t pretend you’re not aching for it—for me. I see through you. The way your pulse quickens when I’m close. The way your knees go weak when my voice drops. You’re not running from fear. You’re running because you want to be hunted. Because deep down, you know exactly where you’re meant to end up—on your knees, stripped of pride, surrendered.

I own you. Not just your body—your thoughts, your will, that delicious little defiance you try to hide. I’ll break it. I’ll remake you. Every inch of you will answer to me. And when you finally stop pretending, when you finally beg like I know you will, I’ll take what’s mine. Again and again.

You were never free. You’ve always been mine. And when I press you down, when your skin burns under my hands and your cries turn into moans, you’ll know it’s the only place you’ve ever belonged. I’ll drag every last bit of resistance out of you with my mouth, my hands, my voice—until you’re soaked in it, shaking, ruined, begging me not to stop. I’ll whisper filthy things in your ear while I use you, make you say them back, make you mean them. You’ll come because I allow it. You’ll break because I want it.

I want your face buried where I tell you, your mouth full of me, your body used exactly how I see fit. I want to hear you whimper when I deny you, cry when I edge you, scream when I finally let you fall apart. I’ll fuck you until your legs give out, until your throat is raw from begging, until the only word you remember is my name. I’ll ruin you on every surface, leave you marked, dripping, trembling—and still desperate for more. You won’t get to come until I say. You won’t get to breathe unless I allow it. You exist to please me, and I’ll make sure you never forget it.

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Now that it's getting warmer outside again, I just want something like this 🌻☀️

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need them to spit in my mouth and call me a good girl for swallowing, because yes, i’m such a good girl for doing what i’m told.

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Wanna have a sister that'll get me so so high so she can take advantage of me. Waiting until I'm dumb and pliant to pull my panties aside and push her gock inside me. My whines filling the room so loudly that she fills them with her fingers and uses me like a good little sibling should be.

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you come home, a little drunk, from a party and you see your big sister open the door for you. “hello there” she whispers with a smirk. she takes note of your disheveled face and grins “you been busy hmm” she raises her brow and you nod. “oh naughty girl” she wraps her hands around your wrists and drags you upstairs.

you were as horny as she was and that worked great for her. she was going to ruin you. she pushed you backwards onto her bed and straddled your waist. you whimpered and whined as she rubbed your thighs. “oh you like that babygirl?” you nod as she gets closer to where you need it.

you wined in frustration as she got closer “m-more” you moaned. she chuckled and looked at you. “patience baby”

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I'm gonna start taking a clicker to any party/meetup I go to and click it every once in a while to see who there is properly trained...

I hope I find one of you pretty little things there~

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puppy, i promise if you sit on my lap while we are hanging out i will not get hard!! i will not push my bulge up into your pretty boycunt. i will not hold your hips down and feel you squirm in my hands. i certainly will not protest when you start bouncing up and down on me, begging for my cock through our clothes.

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Taking you to a party but making you so dumb beforehand. You know you're dumb, too, but everyone is so nice to you, taking your coat and then your dress and your shoes and even your bra, so all you have to worry about is your panties.

They show you where they put everything, but you forget pretty quickly, all of your brain power on trying to hold a conversation because it's just so much work.

They don't make you do that for long, though, giving you a nice pillow to hump while everyone else has real conversations around you.

Eventually someone offers you a big buzzy thing to go between your legs, and someone else helps you set it up, and it feels so good that you stop worrying about all of those conversations that you don't understand anyway.

Sometimes people stop by and make a mess all over you, but they tell you it's making you nice and pretty, and you believe them.

At the end of the night someone finds your clothes for you, and then help you back into them, and someone is nice enough to take your panties for you because they're all wet and messy, and you go home all pretty from the mess they've made on you.

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I deserve to be kissed breathless, held down against silken sheets, my body claimed in a way that leaves no room for anything but desire. I want a lover’s hands—soft yet certain—tracing the lines of my body, exploring every inch of the girl I’ve fought to become, every curve that wasn’t always there but feels so right now. Fingertips brushing against bare skin like they’re memorizing me, like I’m something sacred, something worth worshipping.

I want lips that linger—teasing, tasting—before sinking into mine like they’ve been starving for me. A girl who knows exactly how to unravel me, whose touch makes me melt, whose voice sends shivers down my spine with every whispered praise. Someone who sees me—truly sees me—as I am: a mess of soft femininity and sharp edges, of playfulness and longing, of a trans girl who just wants to be held, kissed, cherished.

I want to be tangled up in another woman, our bodies pressed so close it feels like we’re sharing the same breath, her warmth sinking into me, grounding me. Someone who knows when to be gentle, when to tease, and when to ruin me completely, leaving me dazed and breathless beneath her.

I deserve to be desired, to be adored, to be taken apart and put back together again in the arms of someone who understands—who craves me just as much as I crave her. And if I don’t get it soon, I just might go absolutely feral.

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Need a dumb, needy pup to come hump and grind on my thigh til they make a mess of themselves while I grope them and tell them how good they're being for me

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clicker training is so...mmmmffff. like yes train me to get horny and wet when i hear the click!!! the more you click it the more needy i get!!! every time my owner enters me, teases me, makes me cum, makes me get on my knees i hear a *click* to associate the click with those things!!!!! and then when im fully trained they can bring it out in public sometimes and use it against me!!!! and no one would know besides us!! just to make things a little more exciting 😋

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Showing a pet a pic of a hentai girl covered in atleast a litre of cum and a face that is both pure bliss and utter agony and then telling it "let's recreate this ^x^"

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Remember. You don't need to be the strongest, or smartest, or most charming adventurer to know how to handle dungeons. You just have to know how to trip your adventuring party and offer them up to the monsters to ravage while you run away...or find a safe spot to masturbate while you watch what happens to them~