#nonbinary switch

[batw1nk]

kinda nervous 2 show what i look like but this pic is too good 2 not share

feel free 2 jerk off 2 me u just need 2 tell me about it <333

[renaissancedesire]

Steel and silk

These sum up my gender well 🤭

Op is AFAB non-binary {they/them}

DO NOT CALL ME A GIRL - it makes me uncomfortable - gender doesn't equal sex, I'm aware of this.

My Ko-fi 🌿

My Only-Fans 💋

[fangedrabbit]

big bitch enjoyers when a real big bitch enters the function

they/it

[manicfairyst0nerthey]

my partner made me so wet i didn't have to use lube for the first time.

they told me how proud they were at how well i took them. i still can't believe i was able to do it with no pain.

tracing around my pussy and teasing my hole while i flutter and fall even more into my fucked out state.

they got so hard for me while they fucked my throat, i made sure to be a good and pliable hole.

they always take such good care of me, even if i am/(or was, i guess) inexperienced.

[fangedrabbit]

more content 4 ya

they/it

[0l-unreliable]

come on how hard could it be?

[fangedrabbit]

they/it

wore this shirt to the club n i got hit on <333

[inkyoubi]

Take a seat, Darling. ❤️

[retrogamingblog2]

Pride Pokeball Stickers made by Zquishi

[boydyke423]

pros of roller derby: great legs + the butches come pre-bruised !!!

[onyxedenfox]

I desperately want someone to flirt with. Someone to tease. Someone who knows me. Someone who knows exactly what buttons to push and delights in being pushed back. Someone to wake up with gentle touches, then start groping them harder, pulling them to grind against me, getting hot, needy, and leaking. And then to pull away from them and say "we have to get up, we'll be late for work", and laugh as they grumble and whine and try to pull me back to bed.

Someone to make breakfast for while they slip behind me, grinding against me, rubbing my sides, hands sneaking under my tshirt, fingers gliding over my chest, pebbling my nipples. All the while I pretend I'm unaffected, even as they squirm and plead "join me in the shower". I shake my head and refuse them, I have to log onto teams and prep their lunch besides. They wolf their food down and grumble under breath as they finally leave off and go get ready.

I see them off at the door, with a filthy, moaning, burning hands-in-hair, lung squeezing tight type of kiss, that startles them at first, but soon enough they sink right into it and begin to melt away. Right as their hands make their way down my back and round my ass in a tightening grip, I push them through the threshold, sweep their hair into place and with a sweet smile "you're gonna miss your train" I wave and send them on their way, closing the door in their face.

Later that morning, when I know they have their weekly team meeting, I start sending them text after text. Saying that I miss them, that I touched myself to the thought of them in the shower, that I wish they'd put a toy in me and taken charge of the app all day, that I should come to their office in nothing but a trenchcoat and sink between their thighs right then and there, get them to the edge, then throw myself over the desk so they can pummel into me, destroy me, right infront of the ceiling to floor windows, for the whole world to see.

I'd get ignored at first, but they'd break soon enough, reproaching me initially and then giving in, talking about all the nasty things they'd do to me in return. Saying how they'd ruin me, own me, again and again, and right then, as they're getting heated, I pull away one more time with a final message, "sorry honey I've got a training to deliver. Ciao", and put my phone down without a second look even as they blow it up from the other side.

At lunch, I'd open the packages our postman just dropped off. The lingerie sets I ordered have finally arrived. I try them on one after the other, and take pic after pic. From the front, from behind, up, down, bending over, kneeling down. All the angles I know they love. I send them with innocent intentions "look what I got darling!" and wait for the response. At first nothing comes, and then a deluge of exclamation points and keyboard smashes. I picture the burning ears, tinged cheeks and thumping heartbeat. I ignore it all, "do they fit alright or should I return them?" Then I see the three dots pop up immediately "DONT YOU DARE!!!" comes the swift reply. I cackle in delight and put my phone down again through another storm of messages.

In the afternoon, I take a video. I'm on my knees, our favourite dildo in hand. I swallow it down, head bobbing, throat working. Eyes wide open and pleading. I look up at the camera, tears starting to form, drool dripping down my chin, just how they like it. Then I pull off, "had to get it nice and wet" I chuckle and wink at my phone, then I lean back against the foot of the bed and turn the camera around. I'm on the floor, in front our closet mirror. Slowly I spread my legs to reveal the purple lace crotchless panties, orange butterfly, resting gently above my clit. I run the dildo's head through my folds, gathering the wetness, tip circling my cock head. It is delicious and I moan as I drag the dildo down and push it slowly in, sinking the tip into my hole. Back arching, eyes rolling, gasping their name - I cut the camera off. I send the video and I don't even wait to see what they say. After a minute, a dam breaks and ping after ping, a cacophony of notifications fills the room. It feels amazing.

I swipe the mic recording app on, put the phone down and lay back. I tease myself, moaning and groaning. Whimpering and gasping. Adding that much more lube, to make sure the sounds are clear and sloppy. Fuck myself in and out, while wild fingers swirl over my clit. Every second exhale is their name, a "yes please", "more", "harder", "right there", "don't stop", "please, please, please, plea-" and I come. Screaming. Nice and loud, just for them. I turn the app off. It is now almost the end of their day, I start getting ready for the shower. As they leave work, I send it, they'll listen on the train. I know. I put my phone down in the bedroom, and head for the bath. I can hear the phone ringing, again and again, even through the warm rain above my head. I'm in heaven.

I get dry and do my hair. I check my phone. 6 missed calls, 78 unread texts, 3 unopened voice messages. Oh well.

There is one set I didn't show them. It's special, their favourite colours. Front tie up corset, with full lace sleeves, garters, stockings, and embroidered panties, with a thong at the back, and a button up crotch line at the front. They'll love it. I finish my face, just enough mascara to run down alongside my tears, just enough lipstick to smudge over their face, their neck, their fingers. Their favourite perfume to boot. I'm ready.

They should be on their way home from the station by now. I go to the window and gently pull the curtain back where you can see to the end of our street. Sure enough, there they are, rounding the corner in the most harried speed walk I've ever seen. Hair windswept, panting, almost running. I laugh, oh what a joy.

I walk down the stairs and strike a nonchalant pose midway, as if I'm just pausing mid step. I hear the keys jangling and can see them trough the glass, desperately trying to get in. They drop them on the ground with what I know are shaking hands and curse loudly, to themselves and myself I imagine.

I can barely hold in my laugh, when finally they burst in, upset already bubbling over "you bloody fucking tea-". What I know would have been an impassioned biting speech dies on their lips as soon as their eyes land on me coming down the staircase. Voice pure innocence, my face gives away nothing "Gosh, you're so affected, really? I didn't think some silly fashion show pictures could do such things". Their chest is rising and falling, fast. Vision darting over every inch of me, the lace, the panties, my lips, the way the corset hugs my waist, pushes up my chest. Mouth hanging, they're salivating. "Do you need a tissue to wipe the drool off your chin?" I smile slyly one last time as I make my way down to them and wrap my arms around their neck, pushing us nose to nose and chest to chest, "besides angel, it's only teasing if you don't intend to follow through. And I do, fully intend to, after all" a grin stretches across my face and I finally give away that I knew exactly what I was doing all along.

That's it. The last straw. They growl and crush our mouths together in a kiss even filthier than the one we shared in that same spot a mere 10 hours ago. They pull me impossibly close, till I can barely breathe. We pull apart in a gasp, coming up for air "God I missed you," they whisper "but you will pay" they hiss out menacingly, more predator than person. "I sure hope so", I tell them and kiss them again, softly one last time, because I know there will be nothing soft about what is to come next. Not until tomorrow at the earliest.

CIS HET MEN, MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

[plantsexuaboy]

im like if a plant became a boy

[fangedrabbit]

these pants r uncomfortably tight but i dont have any other pants clean. AND my shirt is too small. i cant have shit in this house. look at my boobs.

they/it

[marlborocrow]

wdym i can’t make a cute boy cum several times and then edge him afterwards when he’s too sensitive to think

[queerism1933]

Pride Fest as a Trans Man

[boydyke423]

guys i just bought this and i'm SOOOOO FUCKING EXCITED 😭😭 any volunteers to toss me around ????

(purchased from transformleatherco on instagram) <3