#ftm kink

[omgcatboi]

Ignore the hair dye stain I wanted a black happy trail 😭😭😭 anyways hi :3

[cainkayncain]

rapid fire making me cum acting like it’s a big treat for being such a good boy lately, but it’s really just a warmup for overstimulating me to tears

[bonez-and-gutz]

having a degradation kink is so insane. i was having a hard time verbalizing what i wanted because he called me a “poor little thing” and instead of letting me recover, he doubled down: “god, i can’t believe you like being talked down to. that’s pretty fucking pathetic, only sluts like to be treated like this.” and then istg my eyes glazed over and i was GONE

[opossumcuntboy]

Its a bit embarrassing how horribly wet i get when you call me a good boy. Horrible actually. Call me a good boy and I'll do anything for you to do it again. Bonus points if you're marking up my neck or grinding against me while you do it. Awoof.

[goodlittlecuntboy]

guys if i woke up with ears and a tail, would you tease me about it and touch them when i tell you to cut it out, continue still and eventually get me so worked up that i'm a whining mess, begging for you while hot and panting on the bed while you fuck me raw

like would you be weird about it or

[ftm-fox-prince]

Fuck me in missionary so I infodump while your cock is in me

Say shit like “yeah? Really? That’s so interesting, baby.” Then go back to pounding me or kissing my neck.

Watch me stim when I cum, flapping my hands and twitching coz it feels that good

Then listen to me make weird noises and movements during aftercare because thats what I need to destress

Just let me be really autistic about sex

[tboychewtoy]

"I want to transition and be a normal boy"

god: best I can do is a loser who's also a dog. also you have a brocon kink now

[sillyfakeboy]

y'know whattt I'm high and horny letss do this

spam it 🤍🤍🤍

edging challenge

every 1 note is an edge

every 5 is a day of denial

every 10 is a night i spend either plugged with my lush 3 (obviously controlled by you guys) or cockwarming a dildo all night

every 25 is a day spent doing nothing but edging all day while high on edibles so im extra horny

ended 11/12/2024 with 302 notes 😖😖

[cainkayncain]

someone should let me bounce on their cock and tease them until they get fed up with my bullshit and force me up and down like i’m just a fleshlight grab my hips so hard i get bruises

[ftmbigbro]

Playing with a tboy who is shy about his pussy but so desperate to be touched. Forcing him to look me in the eyes as I gently push his legs apart, exposing his wet swollen cunt. Seeing the embarrassment and desperation in his eyes as I tease his slick opening with my fingers.

[opossumcuntboy]

I need him pinning my hips down and teasing my cunt while he calls me a good boy. He'd laugh and tease me for clenching down every time he calls me a good boy. It just does it for me. God forbid he uses it casually, sorry I have to go jerk off I was called a good boy and started soaking through my boxers.

[your-subby-creature]

Tdick is literally a gift from the gods. You agree wholeheartedly and with gusto.

[stonerinheat]

I feel like someone abusing my tdick and making me cum until i cry would fix me

That's the post.

[ftm-fox-prince]

Nothing is hotter than a vocal top

Just hearing them groan and moan as they sink into your tight hole. When they can’t help themselves from babbling on about how good you are, how tight you feel. Even thanking you for letting them fuck you.

Dirty talk and moans from a top are a need in my life

[sillyfakeboy]

forgot I took this but here's another men's bathroom picture since everyone loves the original 🤍

this one was while I was at a different theme park!

[soaked-to-the-skin]

Imagining wearing a pull-up under my skirt to the club because I can’t be trusted to hold my pee in when I get drunk. I finish two drinks really fast then start dancing with my friends, I get tipsy right away and feel the alcohol hit my bladder like a rock. I hold it at first but all the jumping around makes a spurt come out. I’m glad I’m wearing a pull-up so I don’t have to worry about it! I keep dancing and leaking more and more until I’m just peeing hard and soaking my pull-up. Ah, feels so much better!!

Later I get a third drink, and I can sort of feel the need to pee but everything’s getting fuzzy, I’m such a lightweight. I get a fourth drink, and I barely know what’s happening or how I’m still standing and dancing. Warm pee starts leaking into my cold, totally soaked pull-up, I don’t even notice I’m having an accident until I realize that I suddenly feel warm. I’m struggling to control it and I’m peeing steadily now, until I feel something wet dripping down my leg. That sobers me up enough to grab my crotch and stop the stream, but just barely.

My friend sees me squirming in desperation and says “oh do you need the potty?” I nod miserably, shuffling my feet. “Is it an emergency?” I nod again, whimpering. They grab me by the arm and I stumble with them to the bathroom, one hand tightly gripping my crotch through my soaked padding. Luckily the line for the potty is short, I can’t stop squirming the whole time. We make it inside but there’s no stalls open, so my friend drags me to a urinal. I’m stuck with my hands wedged between my thighs, on the verge of leaking again. Without asking, my friend reached under my skirt, grabs my pull-up, and pulls it down, making me lose my grip. It hits the ground with a wet smack and people turn to look, and my friend says “this one can never keep their pants dry, what a baby!” The people who were looking all giggle or smirk at me, and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I’m too drunk to stop any of this, though, and about to pee all over the floor.

My friend lifts up the front of my skirt for me and I aim for the urinal the best I can, but a lot of pee splashes down my legs and onto the floor instead. My stream feels endless, and the sensation of emptying is orgasmic. I can’t hold back a moan as I piss in the urinal and on myself, and my friend smirks. “You almost done there, potty pants?” I nod, breathless, and feel the last trickles drip down my legs. They pull my cold, clammy padding back up, guide me to the sink, and wash my hands for me.

We meet back up with the others and I’m so far gone that I don’t know what they’re saying, but there’s a lot of gesturing at me and glancing at my wet legs. They all steer me outside and the same friend grabs my hand. It appears that we’re leaving because I peed all over myself, which would be embarrassing if I was sober enough to care.

It’s a short walk, but halfway there, I feel an urge and suddenly start peeing full-force into my soaked pull-up, which overflows within seconds, making my legs feel warm again. I stop walking and stare down at my feet as my piss splatters on my boots and the sidewalk. “Oh you poor thing,” my friend says, “your little bladder is so tired!” When I’m done going, we keep walking home, well my walk is more of a staggering waddle because of how full my pull-up is. All I can think is, I really hope someone helps me shower tonight.