#tw: genderplay

[candiid-caniine]

detrans/misgendering blogs dni

im fully out here for queering kinks that are usually bioessentialist at best.

give me butch patriarchy, make me the stupid little femme that naturally superior butches come home to and order to my knees, order me to suck their strap, dinner on the stovetop. cute little aprons, negligees, total financial control.

give me transfem supremacy, every wet little hole belonging to holy girlcock, assholes, cunts, mouths, you name it. give me filthy minded, musky transfems that cuck my cis girlfriend by using me as a fleshlight, making her hold me for their use.

hell, I don't see it as often, but give me transmasc supremacy, too. give me real men with boycunts and tdicks who pity me for being agender, who mockingly lament that if only I could commit to being masc, I could be as godly as they are...but it's too bad, I'll just have to resign myself to being their willing wet mouth. give me transmascs who sneer at the poor men in this world sullied by a biodick.

just make me a free use service housepet for all the trans daddies and mommies, all the butch patriarchs and breadwinners. let the butches forcefemme me, or keep me androgynous and mock me for not being a real butch. let the transfemmes praise me for shedding the false womanhood I was born with while I worship the true femininity of musky ladyballs and girltaints. let the transmascs undermine me for not being a real boy like them, for not having the guts to go on T, and put me at a level below even cis "men."

queer bioessentialism. send post.

[grossrottie]

What kind of kinks do you think LionAsh would be into 👀.

OOOO ASKING THE IMPORTANT QUESTIONS /lh

First off, I think my HC is that they’re both switches, but Ashfur leans a bit towards submissive and Lionblaze leans a bit towards dominant.

At the start of their relationship, they’re probably into degradation, switch fights, dirty talking, and breeding.

Degradation: Ashfur has a temper and sometimes Lionblaze intentionally pesters him so that Ashfur will degrade him (he never makes Ashfur actually angry, he’s just a brat and Ashfur responds to that)

Switch fights: they’re both switches, and sometimes Lion (or Ash) will poke and prod at his partner, until the other cat responds with a similar energy. In a way, it’s to get out excess energy, but it’s also fun for them. They banter and bicker back and forth, with Lion being a brat and Ash responding in kind, until they go head-to-head and try to dominate the other. Whoever ‘loses’ is the bottom. (Ash loses the majority of the time, though he doesn’t always try his hardest to win :p he likes it when Lion wins and grins down at him, his whole face alight with pride and victory).

Dirty talking: Ashfur has a colourful vocabulary and uses it, especially when he notices his words causing Lionblaze to fluff up his fur and go doe-eyed.

Breeding: (see above) It probably started as an offhand remark, but Ashfur noticed after a while that Lionblaze would tense up or be easily distracted whenever certain things were said. He eventually caught on that Lionblaze reacted deliciously to dirty-talk about being bred like a queen, and from there, they explored the kink together.

When they got even closer and knew each other better, some other kinks entered their repertoire. They’d start exploring power loss, gender/cross-play, sensation-play, roleplay and worship.

Power loss: Once Ashfur was comfortable enough in himself and the relationship to be able to give up control, he would love it. It probably happened first as an accident, but then he realized he really liked when the roles switched partway through sex and Lionblaze became the dom. Next time, Ashfur asks beforehand if Lionblaze would be alright with doing it again. They start with one dynamic, and halfway through, Lionblaze takes control and eases Ashfur into sub-space.

Gender/cross-play: A callback to when Lion was first trying to court Ash, and he brought a rabbit and herbs to him and said “for my queen”, but Ash didn’t pick up the hint. A while into them being together, they’re cuddling in the den one night and Ashfur is letting his mind wander. Then he has a realization as he remembers that day, and he’s stunned as he goes over what Lionblaze had said. “For my queen”. Something about that makes Ashfur stir in his nest, his mind whirling. He tries to brush it off, but one day when he and Lionblaze are out in the forest having a ‘rendezvous’, Lionblaze leans close and murmurs “my beautiful queen” and Ashfur can’t even try to hide the immediate physical reaction he has to those words. He twitches and makes a noise that’s akin to a whine and a gasp, and Lionblaze is instantly like “👀”

Sensation-play: Ashfur loves to dote on Lionblaze when they’re alone, and one day he was grooming Lionblaze’s belly fur while the golden tom laid on his back. Lionblaze was flustered and laughing, and covered his eyes with his paws so he didn’t have to see the half-lidded, enthralled gaze of his lover as Ashfur carefully licked his fur. Ashfur grinned and continued his grooming, moving up to Lionblaze’s chest, and Lionblaze let out a soft chuckle and said “Somehow I can feel you more when I can’t see you.” Ashfur’s sly grin widened, and he told Lionblaze to keep his paws there, then. He continued smoothing Lionblaze’s fur, his touch gentle, and he fed off of the delicious noises and twitches that Lionblaze couldn’t hold in. Later on, Lionblaze sheepishly suggests they try it again, and Ashfur goes out to get a soft strip of something (moss? Maybe braided cobwebs? Not sure) and sets it over Lionblaze’s eyes, so that he doesn’t need to keep them covered with his paws. Then, he teased Lionblaze and plays with the sensations that were heightened without his sight.

Roleplay: This kink was discovered one day while they were fooling around. Lionblaze remarked that they were a bit close to Shadowclan’s border, but that it would be a safe place to go on their date anyways. Ashfur jokingly mentioned that a Shadowclan warrior wouldn’t even know what how to react if they found random cats mating. Lionblaze laughed and asked Ashfur what he would do if he was a Shadowclan warrior and found Lionblaze so close to the border. Ashfur hunkered down and raised the fur along his spine, stalking towards Lionblaze with a mischievous smirk. Lionblaze laughed and darted forward, playfully swatting out a paw and silently suggesting a switch-fight between him and the ‘Shadowclan warrior’. Ashfur accepted the offer and pounced.

Worship: Lionblaze absolutely ADORES his queen, and he makes a point of showing it. He admires Ashfur often, and frequently points out Ashfur’s good qualities when they’re alone. He’ll wrap himself around Ashfur, holding him tight and purring as hard as a waking monster, and then murmur sweet compliments and gentle words into Ashfur’s ear, even as the older tom squirmed and tried to brush off the comments, Lionblaze wouldn’t relent. It goes the other way too, especially when they’re fooling around together and Lionblaze laughs, it stuns Ashfur with his pure beauty. Ashfur gives verbal affection more during sex (he gives physical signs of love when around others), and often mixes in kind words in his degradation, calling Lionblaze brave and handsome but dumb and pathetic in the same breathe. (Lionblaze loves it, and if there’s a time when he’s having a bad day, Ashfur will forgo the degradation entirely and spend the entire time nuzzling at Lionblaze and bringing his confidence up).

THIS WAS SO MUCH INFO ANSHRBJWBDBDBD I HOPE ITS NOT TOO MUCH

I’d love to hear what you think they’d be into!!! c:

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt: mirror mirror. tw: clonecest, unnegotiated scene including praise kink/dirty talk and roleplay/genderplay. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Match chokes and comes all over the mirror and the broken-off pipes in the wall. He tries to jerk back for more of Kon’s cock, and Kon really can't bring himself to stop him–if baby brother wants his whole damn dick to come on, well, he's spoiling him tonight, isn't he? 

So he lets Match jerk back into him, and braces himself with his TTK on reflex, and Match takes him all the way and then chokes again, harder, and moans his way through the rest of his orgasm with Kon’s whole damn dick buried to the hilt inside him, just like he apparently wants. He doesn’t move at all, otherwise; just enough to get Kon fully hilted, and just enough to shake and shudder his way through coming. 

Which–they both come a fucking lot, so their orgasms usually take a little longer than a baseline human's, Kon's pretty sure. Like, on average, anyway. Coming is one of the only things Match ever makes a mess doing, in fact. Kon doesn't know if it's a Kryptonian thing or a hybrid thing or just a “them” thing, but watching Match with his face and hands pressed up against the mirror and his ass taking all of him shudder his way through every single pulse of his aftershocks is a real, real good feeling. 

As is just how tight his hole’s clenching up through it. 

“That's my girl,” Kon barely manages as he forces himself to hold still, and strokes both hands down the other's ribs. Match makes another strangled noise, his shoulders jerking, and his cock spits one last pulse of come onto the fucked-up tiled wall to drip down it with all the rest of the kind of mess he'd never make otherwise. 

Match would never break anything accidentally. Never get flushed and out of breath. Never make a mess. Never look like this. 

Kon wants to fuck this fucking bastard ‘til he's fucking stupid. 

“You're so cute when you're gagging for it, baby girl,” he murmurs down the other's throat, stroking down to his hips and back up to his ribs. “You come so pretty, every time. Prettiest little bitch I know, with the cutest little tits and the tightest little pussy.” 

Match groans into the mirror. Kon’s still buried to the root inside him, so he misses literally nothing of the way Match clutches up all the harder around his cock when he tells him how tight his “pussy” is. It is exactly as fucking brain-melting and inconceivable as he would've expected it to be, as an experience, and he has to stifle a groan of his own. 

Still can't bring himself to shut up, though. 

“So tight,” he rasps, and grips Match’s hips as gently as he can make himself. Still doesn't move, though, just–“You're so good at this. Only cunt I ever wanna fuck. She's hugging my cock so sweet, baby. Does she still need more? Still want him to come in her?” 

Match's fingers just barely curl against the mirror, and he pants against the glass. Kon can see it fogging up, close as they're pressed together, and exhales hotly against Match’s neck in half-mimicry of the other’s panting. 

Match’s hole clutches up again, and Kon feels duly rewarded. 

“Well?” he asks, voice still low and raspy and fingertips just barely stroking Match’s hips. “Tell me what you want, princess.” 

Match turns his face just enough that Kon catches a glimpse of his dazed, half-focused eyes, looking absolutely fucking cock-drunk, and then slurs out, “Harder, Daddy.” 

Kon does not actually have the self-control not to fuck him into the wall for that. 

Not even a little bit does he have the self-control for that. 

[needylittleafabthing]

Hi~~~ I’m another nsfw blog on the scene. Major tw for genderplay!

My dead real name is Leah~ What matters is I’m afab. 21. Outside of kink I’m a gay trans man on T and have had top surgery, and they have been the best decisions of my life. I simply like playing the role of a slutty straight girl in denial in kink 🥴

Feel free to add me on discord (needylittleafabthing)~ I love to chat and send pics 😉 But please don't ask for more than a couple per chat, it gets overwhelming :3

Kinks: Breeding/creampie, power play, dom/sub, misgendering/detrans, hypno, monster-fucking, praise, dumbification/objectification, mild petplay (I’m a fox girl in this)

dislike: Scat/piss/unsanitary, blood/gore/selfharm, weight gain/weight loss, incest (“dad(dy)” and “mommy” as titles are fine), raceplay, degradation, beast

[itsalburton]

Tumblr’s titty ban marked me for reblogging a disgusting Erica Moen OhJoySexToy comic and all the links to her fetishizing transpeople, African-American men and even children included in it

So to get around that---because this like a masterpost and this kind of shit can’t be tolerated, no matter how many onions and desert landscapes get banned from a dysfunctional algorithm’s thinking they’re “female-presenting nipples”---here’s a censored version of the original comic and the links I could still find on the OP and reblogs

OP, charadreemurr.tumblr.com :

the transphobia in this comic called “genderplay”

this guest comic written and approved by cis people about how awesome and cool and empowering genderbending/spectrumsliding is…. you know, for cis ppl

this comic praising fifty shades of grey and outright shaming people for saying that people shouldnt read it

yeah. im going there. im linking the furry three way piss comic.

and you know what this is a fucking personal gripe but as a trans person this comic about strapless strap ons gave me so much fucking hope when i was like 17 and didnt know shit about how awful this comic is and how bad its information is but this shitty comic talks about how AWESOME the strapless strap on is and how AMAZING and PERFECT it is without mentioning that its very unlikely someone with a vagina can actually wear it (tw for casual cissexism)

this CSA joke and this guest comic csa joke

ive heard grapevines about a racist collage she did calling all black men rapists but, I can’t find a source on it so I don’t know what to say other than If You Got The Source On That, Please Add It Thanks

not to mention she makes over a grand per comic without even commenting on her ad revenue or product sales

bricksotherblog.tumblr.com :

update: only one of the fragments of the racism comic is still up. here’s an archived version: http://archive.is/ny7WN

archived versions of the other comics mentioned, in order:

http://archive.is/SdKFN

http://archive.is/qybaD

http://archive.is/LCa7m

http://archive.is/ucLWK

http://archive.is/E6BtM

http://archive.is/hOru6

http://archive.is/VOf2l

http://archive.is/roPrv

http://archive.is/UT4Ph

[kingdomofbretonxrpg]

Congratulations Mel! We are delighted to welcome Etienne Moigne to provide emergency care to the citizens and guests of the City of Vannes in the Kingdom of Breton. Please complete our after acceptance checklist. We are looking forward to seeing you develop him! Please send in his blog within 48 hours!

Out of Character

Alias: Mel

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 30+ can I just start putting that on these things. I’ma forget my age.

Timezone: EST

Anything else?: tw: rape or sexual abuse as an OOC thing. 

Character

Name: Etienne “Tien” Moigne

Birthdate and Age: November 10 // 30 years old

Preferred Pronouns: He/Him

Faceclaim: Taron Egerton

House Affiliation: House Nantes

Profession: ER/ED Nurse

Claim: Unclaimed

Children: No

Designation: Dominant

Sexuality: Bisexual

What is their symbol?: the Moigne family crest (which has a shield at it’s center) tattoo on his left pectoral over his heart. Same family crest shield ring.

Kinks: Breath play, sensory play, threesomes (or more), roleplay (so long as they do not have to do with subjects listed in anti-kinks), switching (ONLY if there is another Dominant in play during sex – and only if that other Dominant requests/wants)

Anti-kinks: Bodily fluids (urine, vomit, or blood), vore, scat, rape, extreme humiliation, infantilism, genderplay

Biography:

From a young age, it was clear that Etienne would be a handful. Naturally rebellious, he would find himself in all sorts of trouble. With a naturally mischievous streak, he would test and bend the rules to see how far he could push the boundaries. Despite this, Tien still managed to get away with more than he should. With parents who were supportive, and incredibly patient, he was able to explore interests and opportunities as he wanted. With a natural aptitude for his studies, he often found himself bored in school, feeling as though he wasn’t challenged. A mischievous, rebellious boy facing boredom was a recipe for disaster. It didn’t take long before Etienne found himself mixed in with a crowd he likely shouldn’t have been.

It wasn’t uncommon to find Tien at a party. A man who enjoys being around people, with his new crowd of friends, he could often times be found drunk and surrounded by others. As he got older, drugs were introduced to him by the same people that he continued to consider friends. However, it wasn’t until an incident that ended up with him dropped off at a hospital, that Etienne began to see that those he had considered friends were not, and that their influence was a dangerous one. Cleaning up his act, to an extent, Tien decided he would shift his focus less on partying, and more on finishing up his education. He had finally realized that he’d pushed the boundaries with himself

The quick work of the nurses and doctors of the Emergency Department at the hospital he had found himself in had made an impact on him that wouldn’t go away. After he was finally released from the hospital, Tien made a choice to pursue a nursing degree, knowing he wouldn’t have the patience to attempt becoming a doctor. Although he’d had a scare, he couldn’t fully give up partying. Instead, Tien gave up drugs altogether, but drinking and sex were always on the table where he was concerned. Using parties to unwind from the stress of studying, he made sure to act fairly responsibly, never allowing himself to get to the point where he was incapable of taking care of himself, or being able to make appropriate decisions.

He was able to finally obtain his nursing degree, and eventually pursued an opening at the hospital to work in the Emergency Department. Finally, proving his parents right in placing faith in him and his abilities. The fast pace, and variety of different patients and issues in a city setting suited Etienne. Needing to stay busy so that he could keep from getting bored, work in the ER ensured he would almost never had the opportunity for downtime. With a career that allowed him to come in contact with people constantly, it helped to dampen some of Tien’s drive for partying. He now had a reason to be responsible enough that his hard-partying days were completely behind him. However, that didn’t mean that he wasn’t able to find fun and mischief for himself while living a more responsible lifestyle.

[thistleandthorn-rpg]

Congrats (and welcome back!) to Cat and your audition for Lavender Motta! Please check out this page here for what to do next and send us her blog within the next 48 hours! Welcome back, love!

Name/Alias: Cat  Preferred pronoun:  She/Her Age: 25 Timezone/Country: PST RP Experience: Too many years! (1.5 years with you guys!!!) Activity Level: probably a 7 ish IC INFORMATION: Name:Lavender “Ven” Motta Designation: Switch Age: 21 Years Old Faceclaim: Ruby Rose Birthday: April 19th Orientation: Non-Binary and Pansexual Kinks: Bondage, Cross dressing, genderplay, wax play, pain, consensual non-con, anything not in anti (Kinks will develop) Anti-Kinks: Belittling, Waters ports, blood. TW: Depression, Overdose. Self Harm, Eating disorder

BIO: 

Growing up was hard enough for Lavender, she never felt like she fit it anywhere, not even in her own skin. Being the black sheep of any family is never easily but being the black sheep in a family where everyone knows your last name and has extremely high expectations of you, well that’s even harder. Lavender knew she was different from her siblings and her parents at a young age. While her siblings were following their dads well planned out days she was always slipping away to be on her own. Her dad of course, hated that. Though the more he pushed the system on her the more Lavender pushed back and resisted him. When Lavender was 13 she came home with her hair chopped boy short, dyed jet black, and pierced her lip, her father was livid. He did everything he could but the more he fought her the more she fought back. As Lavender got older and entered high school she became more and more withdrawn from her family and life. Lavender hadn’t even finished her freshman year before her dad shipped her off to a private school specifically for troubled girls…as if that would help her. While there Lavender actually met her first best friend, Paige, whom eventually became the first person for Lavender to ever love. She was the only person to make Lavender ever feel normal, and for the first time in her life Lavender was happy. They were together well into her Junior year of high school when Paige’s parents pulled her out of school. They had found out about her and Lavender and refused to let her daughter be “corrupted” anymore than she already was by Lavender. The loss of Paige took a huge toll on Lavender. She stopped eating, she became depressed, and eventually started to develop bad habits. She took to drinking at first and then eventually smoking pot and popping pills. The school found out when Lavender overdosed and was found unconscious. She spent the next six months in a mental hospital.

Once out of the Mental Hospital Lavender didn’t return to school, nor did she return home. During her time in the mental hospital she learned a lot about herself, even came out as non-binary and started going by Ven instead of Lavender. She still uses She\Her pronouns, but doesn’t identify with any gender.  With everything that had happened her father did not want Lavender to return home. He wanted to send her to another school to finish and graduate but instead Lavender went off on her own at 17. It wasn’t easy, she got money in sketchy ways and slept in even sketchier places over the next couple years. Though, her problems never wet away. She still struggled with an eating disorder, her depression never went away, and her use of drugs and alcohol only got worse. Lavender had gotten mixed up with a group of people that turned out to be a bad thing for her. The group had gotten her to break into some houses, steal a bunch of stuff, and then use the money to buy more drugs. They did that a few times before the cops busted them. They all ditched and left Lavender to get picked up. Her father was called and the only thing they could think to do with her was send her to Lima. They hoped getting her enrolled in the school would help straighten her out. Now dumped at a school she doesn’t want to be at, to learn a system she hates, and marked as a switch, Lavender is looking for a way out.

BIO QUESTIONS: What is your biggest fear and why?

-Being alone, I don’t give a shit about the system and being “claimed”, but I do hate the idea of trying to make it through this world alone.

What 3 objects/places mean the most to you and why?

-There was this tree at my old campus that Paige and I would call our date tree. We would run to that tree anytime we needed to be with the other.

-a stuffed bear, it’s small, but Paige won it for me at this festival the school put on. It was a prize, I never go anywhere without it.

-I have this large black hoodie. It’s too big on me but I’ve never felt safer in anything else. I can hide away in it, I can pull it over my knees, It’s my favorite article of clothing.

Who is the one person you’d most like to meet (dead or alive)?

-Halsey! That woman is so amazing and does things to me that I can not talk about! Plus she is so inspirational!

What is the one moment you would describe as your happiest/most excited?

-There was this one night, back at my old school, where my girlfriend and I snuck out one night. We climbed to the top of the school during a meteor shower and set up a blanket, I made a picnic. We had dinner up there, spent all night in each others arms as wel watched the meteor shower. It was during the middle of that she looked up and told me she loved me for the first time. I will never forget that night.

[candiid-caniine]

gender euphoria

[cw: this is NOT a detrans/misgendering kink post, but tries to subvert some of those tropes, so please treat it with caution!]

sissy kink blogs DNI

outside the bedroom, i demand respect. i own my pronouns, talk openly about genderqueerness, and flaunt androgyny.

but inside the bedroom...my relationship with gender changes. i'm transsexual in the sense that power dynamics in my sexual relationships directly influence my gender(s). what do i mean by this? i mean i want you to treat my non-conformity as a blank slate on which to project your preferred gender.

i am an "it," first and foremost. but i can be a "she," a "they," or a "he" if so inclined. i can be your butch, your femme, your fag, your twink, your femboy, whatever you want me to be.

and i'll resist. that's part of the fun of it: in day-to-day life, i'm most comfortable as an occasionally femme-leaning androgyne. that makes it fun to push back, easy to feel vulnerable, uncomfortable, and a little self-conscious (though not dysphoric) in a different presentation.

i take any pronouns, after all. so butches who love femmes, goad me into skirts, lacy lingerie, makeup, stockings, heels. watch me falter and cling to your side when we go out, feeling like i'm being stared at, unaccustomed to the kind of attention high-femmes usually get. make me show off my cleavage. call me "she" exclusively without switching. call me a good girl, call me a princess, make me suck your cock like a good little wife. force me to grow my hair out for you, yes, the undercut, too, and watch me get fussy and flustered at the unwelcome sensory input of it touching my neck. get me long acrylics, watch me fumble at everything requiring the use of my fingers; step in to help, coo over your clumsy girl - it's basically like mitting a puppy, isn't it?

if you prefer masc partners, get me a binder. watch me squirm at the compression. get me on a workout regimen to bulk up, even; spend a lot of time proving to me that no matter how fit i get, you'll always overpower me. no more cutesy hair clips, no more high-waisted jeans, or skirts, or femme-ish jewelry: make me your boyfriend. coach me into talking in a lower register. order T for me off the dark web, admire my stubble and my bottom growth. if you top, fuck me in the ass exclusively. if you bottom, get me the strap that best reflects your preferences. i'd even get top surgery, as long as you're paying~

or mix the two. make me your femboy. get me a packer, but also dresses. nitpick me over the right mix of boy-as-girly, watch me get more and more desperate to please your expectations, until at last i'm just surrendering my wardrobe to you, losing confidence in my ability to dress "properly." call me a good boy, your pretty little prince. i'm even okay with the gentle kind of goading, the presentation-shaming, calling me soft, saying i'm not dressing like a real man, if that's what you want.

or just lean in fully to the genderless thing that i want to be in the bedroom, but make it be all the time. what does an "it/its" look like? when your gender is pet, how do you present in public? well, that's up to you. maybe it's the most revealing clothes you can find, or simply the most embarrassing: underwear and pants that are a bit too small, riding up my ass and cunt constantly. shirts with slogans like "young, dumb, and full of cum" or "clown school graduate." anything that makes other people think i'm ditzy, impressionable, and silly, or don't know my own wardrobe sizes. collars, 24/7, are, of course, mandatory. maybe cuffs, too.

the whole time, watch me be unsure as my androgyny is picked apart, more and more of my core gender identity bent to your whims. watch me automatically start to seek your approval on any piece of clothing or jewelry i own. i'll start letting you speak to the hairdresser at salons, giving up any autonomy i have over my own hairstyle. you could take me to a piercer or a plastic surgeon or a tattoo artist, tell them what you want me to look like, and i'll sign the consent forms. treat my lack of gendered presentation as a clean slate, free for you to write your mark all over. make me your creature. as if i wasn't already.

[candiid-caniine]

cw: genderplay, transfem supremacy, breeding kink

hhhh feeling completely normal [read: humping my bed] about some kinda particular intersection btwn transfem supremacy and cucking 🫠

just. I'm this agender cuntpet service toy, right. and She's my mean owner. I service Her girlcock whenever, wherever, and however She commands because it's my obligation. but...I'm mostly a sex toy, I'm spayed, and I'm not a boy or a girl, just a pet, so Her obvious right to fuck and breed boys and girls is not fulfilled by me.

just imagining Her getting ready to go on dates. telling me in detail all the things She's going to do to Her hookups, all the ways I fail to service Her. calling me useless. calling me Her "right hand" because She only ever jerks off with me 🫠 and then when She gets home She takes me out of my cage and forces my face in Her crotch and forces me to huff the smell of sweet, fertile cunt dripping off Her 💕

if I'm lucky, maybe I get to clean Her off with my tongue. or maybe She fucks me without cleaning Herself off and mocks me about how this is as close to true breeding stock as I'm ever gonna get. or She has me fuck Her with my strap and tells me it's as close to worthy cunt as I'm ever gonna get.

maybe sometimes She brings me along, or brings Her dates home, and they mock me about how useless I am, how I'm lucky She even keeps me around when She has as much cunt as She could want. maybe my job is to fuck Her with a strap while Her partner cockwarms Her, milking Her prostate as long as She desires.

bonus points if She never even cums in me 💕 maybe on me, if I'm lucky, but maybe She denies me Her cum - why would She waste it on me, anyway? my job is to edge Her and be good porn for Her so that when She finds someone She wants to breed, She's nice and backed up and full. maybe the closest I ever get to Her holy girlcum is using my tiny little puppy strap to keep Her dates plugged up so it'll take 🫠 I'm just there to get Her hard and be Her right hand, after all 💕

[candiid-caniine]

hey fuckmutt, this transfem thinks you're so pathetic. as a butch im clearly superior to you, you dumb genderless fagpup. your pathetic little tcock doesn't even compare to mine. how about you edge for me to apologise for being so below me 😘

^this....this is what I wanna see in my inbox more often.

dear God. this has me so feral y'all don't even KNOW.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt behind the cut: mirror mirror. tw: clonecest, unnegotiated scene including praise kink/dirty talk and roleplay/genderplay. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Yeah, like that,” he breathes against the other’s ear. “Love it when you let me know how much you missed me. I’m sorry, baby, you know I hate to let you get lonely like that. I’ll make it up to you, okay? I’ll spoil you so good tonight.” 

Match doesn’t say anything back to that, just bares his teeth in the mirror, and Kon plays a little dirty and presses the other’s pecs in together just enough to define a line of cleavage in his reflection; just enough to lean into the act. It's not like Match has enough up there to give anybody a tit job or anything, but the view’s still nice. 

Really nice, actually. 

. . . honestly, Kon’d be willing to try for the tit job. 

“These are real cute too,” he murmurs, kissing Match’s pulse again and keeping up the slow, steady rocking of his hips into the other’s as he gives his pecs a pointed squeeze; not trying to overwhelm him all at once, for once. Not trying to force past or bash through his defenses. Just . . . wearing them down, maybe, just a little bit at a time. “They're sensitive, huh? They're feeling good? They're so pretty, baby, I just wanna kiss ‘em all over and suck your nipples ‘til you remember how to be a good girl. Get you something to pretty ‘em up even more for next time, maybe. You want a pair of clamps or a piercing or two? Or maybe a lacy lil’ cami? You’d fill it out so nice.” 

And honestly, given how much Kon hates the sight of the fucking brand the Agenda put on Match, he wouldn't mind finding him something “cute” to cover it up with some of the time. Something to make it not matter, at least for a night or two. He bets the lace would feel nice under his fingers, too. 

And against Match's skin. 

“Shut–shut the fuck–” Match stutters, and then actually hisses on the next slide of Kon’s cock. His hips still don’t follow his, but Kon can feel the muscles in them tensing and twitching purposelessly and can’t help suspecting it’s just the other’s TTK holding them still. 

“You know I can’t help it when you’re being this sweet, baby,” he croons, and kisses the corner of Match’s jaw before giving him a sly grin in the mirror; rolling his hips back into him with more slow, shallow little thrusts. Match grits his teeth and digs his fingers into the sink. It cracks again, more damage spiderwebbing out from his grip. “Oh, sweetheart, am I making your pussy feel good too? She really did miss me, huh?” 

“Shut up,” Match grits out through his teeth, his voice strangled. Kon pinches his nipples between his fingers; gives them a gentle little roll and then a tug, and then rolls them again, and does it over and over again to no particular timing or rhythm. Match’s shaking hands stay on the cracked sink and his hole keeps clenching and squeezing and quivering around Kon’s cock, and he still doesn’t elbow him in the throat. 

Baby brother is definitely a slut for getting babied, Kon confirms to himself. 

Well, that works for him. 

“You're so pretty when you're taking my cock, baby,” Kon murmurs, nuzzling the other's throat again even as he glances back towards the mirror. Match’s face is more than just “a little” flushed now, though his expression is mostly a cross between confusion and irritation. Kon isn't gonna be picky. He can be patient, for this. “Are you watching yourself? Don't you think you're pretty like this too? Prettiest thing I've ever seen. Just so cute, princess, I–” 

Match jerks back against him, and for a second Kon expects elbowed in the throat after all. What he gets, though, is Match’s hips shoving back into his own, and Match's TTK wrapping back around him to yank his hips forward, and his cock in deep. 

Oh, Kon thinks, and bites the inside of his lower lip. 

He almost just goes back to jackhammering into him as hard as before, but–

No. No, Match was getting off for the sweet treatment. Match reacted like that for the sweet treatment. 

Kon can give him that.

[candiid-caniine]

ive gotten a little bit of....weird interaction with this post, so I want to make some things clear:

this is not a discourse post. I am a bloody kink blog lol. this is in no way about any opinions I have regarding the trans community/ies, the queer community/ies, etc. none of this has any bearing on how I think other real trans or queer people should live their lives

...because this is a fantasy post. fucking...obviously. it's about a vein of supremacy that I *obviously* don't think should apply to real life.

in keeping with that...it's fucking about *me* lmao. I'm a thousand percent a submissive bottom. I do not want to top or dom. so obviously I wrote it about "superior" people in fantasy topping and domming me.

that last bit is bc I've seen it framed as some kind of "expectation" of dominance from a certain gender identity, sexual orientation, or type of presentation. if people expect that of you based on the way you present or identify: that sucks. I'm sorry. this is not about you. this is about me wanting to be dommed and topped by a variety of people; end of.

second, I've seen it framed as exclusionary of people who haven't had SRS. and again I have to reiterate: this is about me. a trans person who has chosen not to have SRS, and who specifically likes trans supremacy content about other people who have chosen not to have SRS because *it makes me feel euphoric and accepted.*

it's also, in full confession, because I very rarely see trans supremacy content about trans folks who have chosen not to have SRS that *isn't also a detrans thing,* which triggers me. again I have nothing against trans people who have a detrans/misgendering kink, but I can't be around that type of shit. it's entirely possible I've missed some blogs, but the only trans supremacy content I've ever seen where the "supreme" position had SRS has been about detrans/misgendering towards trans folks without SRS. I write both what I fantasize about and what I have experience with. so yeah, I primarily write shit about myself, but I have a vague sense of audience awareness as well.

the end of it all is: if you feel this excludes you, then it's not about you.

this post is written about two parties: me, who wants to be treated a certain way, and people who want to treat me a certain way. and if you aren't one of those people, or if you don't feel the same way I feel, it's not a post that's written about you.

my kinky fantasies are not a commentary on your real life identity. I don't want you to be treated in ways you did not consent to. this has no bearing on the way I treat other people irl. if it's triggering for you, don't read it. if it slipped through your trigger tags because I didn't tag it properly (I wasn't sure what it qualified as), I'm sorry, and please let me know how I can tag it better. that's all.

detrans/misgendering blogs dni

im fully out here for queering kinks that are usually bioessentialist at best.

give me butch patriarchy, make me the stupid little femme that naturally superior butches come home to and order to my knees, order me to suck their strap, dinner on the stovetop. cute little aprons, negligees, total financial control.

give me transfem supremacy, every wet little hole belonging to holy girlcock, assholes, cunts, mouths, you name it. give me filthy minded, musky transfems that cuck my cis girlfriend by using me as a fleshlight, making her hold me for their use.

hell, I don't see it as often, but give me transmasc supremacy, too. give me real men with boycunts and tdicks who pity me for being agender, who mockingly lament that if only I could commit to being masc, I could be as godly as they are...but it's too bad, I'll just have to resign myself to being their willing wet mouth. give me transmascs who sneer at the poor men in this world sullied by a biodick.

just make me a free use service housepet for all the trans daddies and mommies, all the butch patriarchs and breadwinners. let the butches forcefemme me, or keep me androgynous and mock me for not being a real butch. let the transfemmes praise me for shedding the false womanhood I was born with while I worship the true femininity of musky ladyballs and girltaints. let the transmascs undermine me for not being a real boy like them, for not having the guts to go on T, and put me at a level below even cis "men."

queer bioessentialism. send post.

[transbian-breaker]

Transfem supremacy is bioessentialist because amabs are meant to be dominant in heteronormative role.

To really queer gender transfems should have to submit to cock

detrans/misgendering blogs dni

im fully out here for queering kinks that are usually bioessentialist at best.

give me butch patriarchy, make me the stupid little femme that naturally superior butches come home to and order to my knees, order me to suck their strap, dinner on the stovetop. cute little aprons, negligees, total financial control.

give me transfem supremacy, every wet little hole belonging to holy girlcock, assholes, cunts, mouths, you name it. give me filthy minded, musky transfems that cuck my cis girlfriend by using me as a fleshlight, making her hold me for their use.

hell, I don't see it as often, but give me transmasc supremacy, too. give me real men with boycunts and tdicks who pity me for being agender, who mockingly lament that if only I could commit to being masc, I could be as godly as they are...but it's too bad, I'll just have to resign myself to being their willing wet mouth. give me transmascs who sneer at the poor men in this world sullied by a biodick.

just make me a free use service housepet for all the trans daddies and mommies, all the butch patriarchs and breadwinners. let the butches forcefemme me, or keep me androgynous and mock me for not being a real butch. let the transfemmes praise me for shedding the false womanhood I was born with while I worship the true femininity of musky ladyballs and girltaints. let the transmascs undermine me for not being a real boy like them, for not having the guts to go on T, and put me at a level below even cis "men."

queer bioessentialism. send post.