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Warning!! ‼️ - serious post - please read

I have just seen mainstream TERFs on Twitter sharing people’s nudes from Reddit and getting engagement with vile comments on them.

This also links to a right wing forum where trans people’s nudes and images are shared to a crowd, of what I can only assume is mostly men, who then leave degrading, transphobic and misogynistic comments.

Please please be very careful about what you share and who you share it with and be aware that once your images are on the internet, they can be found by anyone, unless your account is private.

I know the person that has been shared by the TERFs, I have reported the image and contacted the person who has been violated.

If you need to reach out to me, please feel free to do so and share this as much as possible if you can.

Thank you and stay safe x

dad kissing away my tears while he fucks my cervix

Dad holding my wrists above my head while he kisses my neck, fucking me on the bed he shares with mom, slapping sounds so loud that we can easily be caught <3

"Your mom's been pestering me all day. Asks me why I don't fuck her anymore." - Dad says, biting at my pulse point <3

"What should I tell her, my little love? That I love our daughter more? That your cunt is tighter? That I love you more than her?" - Dad asks while lifting my body a bit so he can bury his face on my tits <3

"Maybe we should be loud so she comes looking for us and gets her answer." - Dad smiles, rutting faster, slapping my ass to emit a scream out of me <3

And when there are sounds coming from the stairs, dad doesn't stop even when I try to push him away, a smirk on his face while he keeps fucking me <3

Once women like you realize you exist to carry the offspring of your man, the world we be a better place. You were born with a vagina, you are meant to be bred. Accept it. Embrace it. Being owned and used is your purpose.

need to be raped by a loser who cums way too fast, his cock barely buried in my cunt before he starts groaning in my ear, hips stuttering, pushing in and holding himself there while his cock pumps all its seed against my cervix

he’ll keep me pinned underneath him the whole time while i cry not only out of fear but frustration; knocked up without getting to feel good even a little bit

want that medieval fantasy kind of detrans. you’re the daughter of a noble house and i’m the heir to the throne and i demand your hand in marriage. you spend your days dodging your lessons in the womanly arts and trying to convince people you should be able to train with the men. you end up we’d to me hastily for political reasons and i make sure the consummation of our marriage shows you exactly what you are, a hole for my cock. i’d have you pumping out heirs nonstop, filling my castle with children, all of them barely 9 months apart because you’re filled with another the moment you’ve pushed one out. you’d constantly be referred to as my “lady wife” and then later as the queen. every title emphasizing your womanhood, including the titles of “breeding bitch” and “brood mare” by the servants who see how easily you take my cock when i force it inside you without any warning

more gross therapist brainrot. im thinking abt going to see a therapist for my dysphoria. he's a cis man and i'm nervous at first but he's so friendly and knows all the terminology and i begin to relax. he asks for more details and i start to tell him about how dysphoric my chest makes me. "sorry," he interrupts. "are you binding right now? your chest looks very flat to me."

i get embarrassed and blush. "oh yeah, i have a binder on."

"i see. so are they big without the binder? some cis men have fat on their chests, so maybe it's not actually that noticeable."

"um, yeah, they're pretty big...definitely noticeable i think."

"hm. i'm having trouble picturing it. maybe i could turn around and you could take off your binder? and put your shirt back on after, of course. it will help me understand your point of view. plus, i'm sure your back is sore, and it's just the two of us in here."

i'm very uncomfortable with this idea, but he is my therapist, so he must know what he's doing. "are you sure? is that something you usually do with your clients?"

"oh yes, this is all standard practice. go ahead! i'll turn around and close my eyes."

he stands up and turns to face the wall, holding his hand in front of his eyes. i acquiesce, taking off my binder and putting it to the side, letting my huge tits bounce free. my nipples immediately harden from the cold and the sensation of fabric brushing over them.

when i have my shirt back on i say, "o-okay, you can turn around now." he sits back down and stares openly at my chest. my face heats up.

"yes, i see, those are quite large." he notices my face turning red. "please, don't be embarrassed. they are also quite nicely shaped, if i may say so." before i can voice an objection, he continues: "i think we should try an exercise that often helps with my ftm clients' dysphoria. sometimes it can be helpful to appreciate your features instead of trying to hide them. after all, this is therapy, so we want to deal with things directly instead of avoiding them."

that does make sense to me, despite the twisting in my gut. "okay. i guess so."

"very good. now please close your eyes for me." i obey. "it may seem strange, but i am a professional and there's nothing to be ashamed of in here. now bring your hands to your breasts and hold one in each palm." at least my eyes are closed so i don't have to look at him while i do as he says. "excellent. slowly massage your breasts, kneading the flesh, but not too hard. we want this to be pleasurable." i start to do it, resenting the feeling of warmth in my crotch. "now rub your thumbs over your nipples. i see they're starting to harden. that's perfectly natural. concentrate on how good it feels to rub your breasts. you may even pinch your nipples if that is enjoyable for you." i do it despite myself, lost in the sensation. "keep going. do it for a minute, and don't stop thinking about the pleasure you're feeling." i'm still feeling dysphoric, but now i'm also turned on. i squirm a little in my seat, hoping it's not too noticeable.

"okay, you can stop now. open your eyes." i take my hands away from my tits, my nipples still hard, poking through the fabric. "how is your dysphoria now? any change?"

"uh, no. sorry."

"no need to apologize. sounds like we'll need to try another exercise. we really want to associate your chest with positive feelings instead of negative ones. so for this exercise, i want you to stand up and remove your shirt."

i balk at the request. "is that really necessary?"

his expression hardens. "please don't make this difficult. we're all adults here. do you want to get treatment for your dysphoria or not?"

i'm embarrassed. he's a doctor after all, why would i question his judgement? i'm probably just being prudish and immature. "sorry. yes, i do." i get up off the couch and take my shirt off, instinctively folding my arms in front of my chest.

"very good. arms behind your back, please." i obey. "now, stay in that position and close your eyes." when my eyes are closed i hear a drawer opening, then the flicking of a cap of some kind. i can feel my nipples stiffening in the air. the next thing i know, he's grabbing my breasts, rubbing something cold and wet on to my nipples. i gasp. "stay still, please. this is all part of the treatment." he runs his hands all over my tits, groping them, getting them all covered in what i assume is lube. he pinches my nipples and i bite my lip to stifle a moan. "very good. you may open your eyes now. i want you to look down at your breasts."

they're glistening and bouncing in his hands, covered in oil. "see how gorgeous they are? a lot of girls would love to have such beautiful big tits." his crude language catches me off guard.

"um, what?"

"i just want you to appreciate what you have. a little gratitude can go a long way." he jiggles my tits up and down. "i love looking at them bounce. see how happy these can make other people? it should make you feel good to know how pleasing these are to men. you need to look outside your self-centered perspective."

"doctor, i'm not very comfortable with this--"

"no?" without warning he sticks his hand under my waistband and rubs my clit, running a finger through my wetness. "it seems like your pussy is very comfortable. and your tits are so sensitive. see how good they can make you feel?" with his other hand he pinches my nipple again and this time i fail to stop myself from whimpering. "i knew you loved this. now watch me enjoy your tits for a bit. it will help you feel better about them."

i'm too shocked and turned on to do anything other than watch silently as he plays with my tits, groping them hard, massing them like putty, circling my nipples with his fingers. eventually he bends down and licks my nipple and i shudder in unwanted pleasure. then he sucks on it in earnest and i can't help but whine. he's right, it feels so good. i let him suck on them both, flicking my nipple with his tongue. then he pushes them together and spits on them. the spit tuns obscenely down my cleavage.

"take off all your clothes. i know exactly how to help you." at this point i'm too far gone not to do exactly as he tells me. i strip. when i'm done he's sitting back in his armchair, massaging his cock, his pants discarded although his shirt and tie are still on, which makes me burn with shame and arousal. "come sit on this and face me. i can make you feel so good."

i look at the floor in embarrassment as i walk over, climbing into his lap. i position myself over his erect cock. "there you go. just slide down onto it. you're all wet for me." i sink slowly onto his cock and moan. it feels so good inside me, filling me up. right as i get him all the way inside me, he says, "good girl."

"w-what?"

"oh, don't pretend it doesn't turn you on. i knew when you walked in that you weren't really a 'boy', just a slutty girl who needed some male attention. and i'm happy to give it to you. if you just showed off your tits more you'd be much happier."

i'm so humiliated i don't know what to say. he grabs me by the waist and starts fucking me up and down on his cock. "that's a good girl. i can feel how your pussy clenches around me when i say it. fuck, look at your big tits bouncing while i fuck you." he starts sucking and biting them. "tell me how much you love my cock."

"i love your cock," i moan, defeated. my voice hitches as he pounds into me.

"tell me you're a slutty girl who loves having her pussy fucked."

"n-no, please..."

he bites down hard on my tit. "say it."

"ugh, fuck..." his cock feels sooo good. "i'm a slutty girl who loves having her pussy fucked," i cry, and as i do he finishes inside me.

"good girl."

brother bonding movie night!! Hell yea! Just the bros, junk food and the whole basement to themselves! What can go wrong!…

While digging through some old cassette tapes to find a good movie they struck gold! There old man’s old dirty magazines and porno videos! What started with them divvying up the goods turns into the big brother playing one of the videos as a joke! First one to look away is a fag!

Little bro is still pretty sheltered sexually so what started as him making jokes about the porno and blushing turns into the little guy going quiet…watching with lidded eyes as he watched something so..intense…for the first time.

big bro on the other hand is completely desensitised, he never really reacted to strongly to porn…but when the mental image of his little brother in the same position of the pretty girl on screen popped into his head….suddenly he was a lot more interested.

When little bro looked over to see the tent under his brothers blanket he immediately pointed and laughed…only to find his own getting ripped off as his sexual frustrated older brother forced him down on the couch, his bigger and harsher frame easily taking over the little one’s younger one. He roughly stropped his lil bros failing arms and limbs with punches and force before shoving his hand down his pj shorts. Feeling the slick mess….

The basement drowns out noise completely with its thick concrete walls…so their mom and dad sit upstairs obliviously as there oldest pounds his cum into their youngest, his body beaten and his little womb full of warm seed <3

Single dad who realizes how much he can get away with because Mom isn't around anymore.

Who removes the lock on every door so he always has access to you.

Who busts in when you take a shower to "Take a piss". Who says relax, I'm your dad, it's nothing I haven't seen before, only to stroke himself when you look away.

Who doesn't give you a spanking when you misbehave but slaps your cunt instead because it hurts more. Stop crying, or do you want dad's fingers too?

Who pulls you into his lap when you cuddle and grinds up into you, groaning into your ear about how much you've grown.

And eventually he drops all pretense and just slaps a hand over your mouth, forcing you down his big dadcock saying go ahead, keep crying. No one's gonna interrupt us this time.

dad who rapes his trans “son” back into his little girl

Need a male friend of mine who thought I was a cis man to find out I'm hiding a wet pussy and soft tits under my clothes. Need him to strip me naked and see my shaved, hairless, feminine body and rape my pussy. Need him to groan about how he knew I was too pretty to be a man while he holds me down and thrusts into my slick heat and my girly tits bounce, nipples sensitive and hard. Need him to force me to cum on his real male cock until my pussy is quivering and I admit that I'm female and genuinely believe it. Need him to make me apologize for pretending to be a man and force me to agree to be his pretty little girlfriend and cocksleeve while he rapes me. Need to cry out of shame because of how good his real male cock feels violating my fertile feminine vagina

Daddy watching how prettily his cock sinks into my little wet hole while I squirm around and cry.

"Now shhh, sweetheart. Don't you understand that the more you cry, the more I like it?" - Daddy asks, making the belt around my neck a bit tighter, leaning his weight on me to trap me even more beneath him, so he can fuck me more easily, his cock ramming faster inside me with each tear falling down my cheek <3

The lights blind you as you are brought up on stage for the bride auction. A sea of men in the dark staring at you.

"Lot number 1437." Reading out your vital statistics, the scores you got in the Stepford Finishing school.

"But most importantly, she is virgo intacta." Rougly the men spread your legs as a camera is shoved up inside them. Your hymen on display on the massive TV. Making sure everyone can see you are still a virgin.

"Let the bidding begin at $5."

First 5, then 10, then 20. 25, 30, 40. Your teachers had told you that pretty virgins like you sometimes fetched $35. You couldn't help but feel pride at reaching $40.

Your new owner met you at the side of the stage. You stay quiet as the paperwork is filled out. When he finishes you start to speak, to introduce yourself. Only to be knocked down when he slaps you. "You don't need a name. If I need you, I will refer to you as cunt."

It was then that you smiled, you had always hoped for a husband like him.

Sweetheart, if I use protection you won't be able to tell when a man is really taking advantage of you - now hold still for dad while I make it fit ✨

Dad who fucks his eldest but moans out his youngests name. Destroying his son’s cunt, filling him with load after load while closing his eyes and imagining it’s his sweet little angel, who he could never do this too. When he’s done he ruffles his son’s hair and mumbles out thank yous before leaving him to clean himself.

Big brother is tired of it. His dad won’t even look at him while he fucks him, too busy fantasizing about the brat. So he waits for dad to go out and lures his little brother into dad’s room. Fucks him open on dad’s bed, sheets now stained with red and pink tinged cum. Maybe he’s alittle rougher than he needs to be, but it’s his fault this is happening anyway. If he wasn’t so perfect all the time…

When he’s done he leaves his little brother on dad’s bed, wrists bound together and legs tied apart. So when dad comes home and goes to his room he can see his perfect angel ruined.

Dad couldn’t do it to him, so big bother did. Maybe now he’ll get a break.