princess boy (gn) 💕

call me bee. i use they/them or it/its pronouns and i'm here to work through some shit and get off. anyone can follow this blog, but respect that i’m not a man or woman and be aware i’m mostly t4t. no dni - I block freely if the vibes are off or i can’t tell clearly you’re over 18.

rules for asks:

I love getting asks!! 💕💕

no asks from straight cis people

no sexting asks from people under 20

NO SIGNATURES. either ask openly so I can check out your blog so I can get to know you. (being on anon and signing with your blog url is also fine if it’s not your main) OR stay anon but keep it casual - I’m not comfortable with building up a one sided relationship where I know nothing but your signature.

here’s an incomplete list of stuff you can send  me: your favourite fantasies and kinks, any sexual questions about me and the stuff i’m into, teasing or mean messages, name calling, describing how you’d play with me/fuck me/use me

ways to address me: 

good boy/good girl (i'm  neither a boy nor a girl, these are just titles), girlboy or boygirl, slut, fag, pet (also just a title), doll, princess, if i’m in the mood for mean stuff: fucktoy, cumslut, pussyboy,

don’t use: whore, little boy/girl, big boy/girl

ways to talk about my body: tits (for trans folks only!), chest and nipples, t cock/cock, t dick/dick, girldick/girlcock, hole/holes, pussy, boypussy, cunt

rules for dms:

only for mutuals and/or if we’ve talked before

don’t expect me to reply. i don’t usually dm.

even if we’re mutuals, don’t start with anything highly sexual right off the bat. safe play includes negotiation.

you can also use my dms to let me know if i’ve reblogged content from minors, abusers, etc. accidentally or if you want me to tag for a certain thing. this is open to everyone.

please understand that these rules are for my safety and wellbeing. Respect them or you’ll be ignored at best and blocked/reported at worst.

things i'm into at the moment/might post about:

horny t4t stuff

praise and degradation

name calling

pain & impact play

free use

breeding (NO pregnancy)

bunny and hucow

dumbification, bimbofication and occasionally hypno (tagged with #hypno and/or #induction / #spirals)

occasionally somno (tagged #somno) and cnc (tagged #cnc)

monsters, aliens and robots (all tagged #terato)

daddy/mommy as titles (NO agere of any kind PLEASE)

drooling, squirting, generally being messy

(if you want anything i post tagged, feel free to shoot me a message)

hard limits for me are:

bathroom play (piss, scat, etc)

needles

anything purposefully unsanitary

's*ssyfication'/detransition kinks

r*pe, gore and snuff

ageplay & race play

✨ ✨ No DNI. I block freely and based on vibes. If you’re a minor, go away. If you think you know me irl, leave now. That’s all. ✨ ✨

if you don’t want me to interact with your blog/posts, just let me know or block me. no hard feelings.

it was meant to be a safe space for trans people to just talk and make new friends, part of your city's pride events. you're new in town, so you don't know anyone yet, but the handful of people there seem friendly enough, and soon you find yourself chatting with a cute transmasc called Ty. it's a little strange the way the ogle your chest, especially considering you're just wearing a normal t-shirt, but you don't think much of it. eventually, they shyly ask if you've had top surgery, and add, "I'm considering top surgery myself, but I'm not sure yet."

this kind of personal question from a stranger is usually not your favorite thing, but they seem sweet and you're feeling generous, so you tell them, yes, you've had it a couple years ago. their eyes light up. "can I ask you some stuff about it? I've tried to do some research online, but the internet is garbage these days." that is so true, and before you know it, this person is launching a whole list of questions at you, about methods, doctors, aftercare, all kinds of stuff. It's strange how little you mind, even though some of the questions are really more personal in nature. "Do your nipples still get hard when you're turned on?" they ask. "Well," you reply, "nipple sensitivity is different for everyone, and I think it really depends on the method-" They interrupt you "yeah, but what about you?" You feel a little embarrassed, but you tell yourself that you just want to help them out, so you eventually reply, "yeah, it took a while for the blood flow to go back to normal, but now they really get hard and sensitive again."

"niiice...," they say, once again staring at your chest. "can I see?" - "What?!" You must have heard wrong. "Here?!" You gesture around the room, with at least a dozen other people in it, and it seems entirely inappropriate to you, let alone taking their curiosity one step too far. they look around confusedly, then raise their voice to ask, "hey everybody, does anyone mind if I check out this person's top surgery results in here?" for a moment, all heads turn to you and Ty, and the way they look at you makes your skin hot. then, there's a bunch of mumbles of approval, a loud whoop and a laugh, and two girls giving a thumbs up, before everybody goes back to their own conversations. "see? it's fine," Ty grins at you.

before you can explain to them that you still feel awkward about it, they pull up your shirt in one swift motion. the feeling of their cold hands on your naked chest shocks you into silence, as they trace your scars with various appreciative sounds. then they let their fingertips run up to your nipples. you can't help it, a little moan escapes your lips. "fuck, you didn't lie, they are super sensitive!" they keep playing with your nipples, licking their thumb before running it over them, softly and then firmly, gently pulling and twisting. it's embarrassing how much of an effect it has on you, how little power you have to stop it. with every passing moment, your resolve to put an end to this melts more, until you're left shivering and gasping, biting your lips in hopes of not calling everyone's attention on you.