Afab Nonbinary - Blog Posts

cause its pride month and im nonbinary have some trans dsmp headcanons:

ranboo is afab and masc presenting enby w he/they pronouns (i maybe self projecting here but shh), tommy is a trans man with he/him, tubbo too but he uses he/they, niki is a demigirl and uses she/they, captain puffy is genderfluid and uses any pronouns and dreamxd is gender fluid and uses any pronouns as well!

me: *not feeling dysphoric at all*

the feeling of my tiddies moving whenever im dancing:

I've been having that same issue!!! It's all just smut!!!

just found yet another downside to the oversexualization of breasts: no references for sizing and measurements. i've been wanting to get a reduction for years and am finally starting to work towards getting it covered by insurance and so i am trying to decide on cup size. anyone have any recommendations on where to look for visual references on the differences between cups both clothed and not? i'm specifically trying to decide between going down to a b or c cup.

I’m not trans, but i had a breast reduction at 22 and because of that I have the same anchor scars that many trans men get after top surgery.

I like to think of them as my “scar brothers,” or “brothers in scars” if you will. Scar Siblings for my nonbinary peeps.

I think it’s neat.

CW: Medical stuff under the cut

If I was going to say anything else it would be a note on said scars -

If you find your top surgery scars healed super thick and you find that upsetting, you can get them redone several years after your initial surgery and they will heal better the second time. (My insurance covered it as a “follow up operation” ymmv) (also no shame if you like your scars thick, that’s totally cool too).

The reason for this (to my limited knowledge) is because your first surgery is a much deeper heal. The cut went deep, and a bunch of stuff was removed, so the body had to heal all the way from the tissues to the skin all at once. Deeper cuts often end up in bigger scars.

However!! If you come back a few years later after the initial surgery has fully healed and settled (I think mine was 3-5 years? Not sure) and get the scars redone (they cut the scar out and sew up the unscarred skin on both sides) the scar generally ends up much smaller and less noticeable.

My first scars were big, ropey, and purple in some areas. They were very obvious and the keloids would hurt when I hit them by accident.

My second set of scars are much MUCH better. In some areas it’s hard to even notice them. They’re flat and the coloring is barely notable. I have one or two spots that are thicker but on the whole, the scarring is much less noticeable and less painful.

So just something to keep in mind if the look or feel of your scars bothers you.

Best of luck all my scar siblings!! (and wear your scar tape post surgery, it helps keep those scars flat and provides support to the skin so it doesn’t get shuffled about or pulled apart by movement and gravity and helps control keloiding)

Good to know, useful information for other people seeking a breast reduction for any reason!

Something I have learned as a cis person with big boobs looking to get a reduction that I’m passing on to other boob people looking for less or no boobs:

If you are looking for a breast reduction, for whatever actual reason, to get partial or full coverage by your insurance, start telling your doctor that you have back and neck pain. Your boobs are pulling you down and forward. It’s a struggle to sleep, especially on your back. Complain, complain, complain. They’ll probably prescribe other options, but keep complaining (and don’t actually take the meds if the pain is emotional and not physical).

Your insurance will be more easily convinced to cover breast reduction if there is a paper trail of physical pain. I’m getting mine in May of next year.

after spending years trying to fit into what society expected a trans person to be like and now finally coming to terms with being nonbinary and dressing feminine again, reading this post feels like a breath of fresh air

"The nonbinary afab who goes by she/her, dresses femininely, and uses a push-up bra when I—" when you what? What's wrong with her?

Is she not nonbinary enough for you? Is the way she experiences her queerness and how she presents not perfect enough for you? Nonbinary people don't owe you androgyny, right? So why is she the exception? Why does she have to hate herself to appeal to your standards? Why is she any less trans—any less worthy of respect—cause it's "not visible"? Queer solidarity my ass. Don't spout this bullshit on Pride, man.

Apple-Tinted Cheeks

Lucifer Magne x Afab! Reader≈ ` °

CW: Smut, use of strap, therefore afab!reader, Sub!Luci, Dom!reader, markings, darcryphilia, blood, use of master, no pronouns used, aftercare, begging, degredation, please inform me if I missed any!♡

Whimpers erupt from underneath your fast-moving frame as his eyeshadow runs down his apple-tinted cheeks, the makeup mixing with his oh so pretty tears, dropping onto the previously while pillow beneath him.

His backside is high in the air, his flushed, wet face stuffed into the soaked pillow beneath him, your strap relentlessly pounding into him. You hold his black wrists, pulling his ass irresistibly close to you, your hips hitting his already red backside while the pink, plastic cock stretches him out in a loving, perhaps, display of dominance and care.

"Oh- Ah! Hurts so- mmng- good, Master!" He keens pathetically, lustfully, his hands clawing into your own wrists while you keep your iron grip on his, refusing to let go even as blood trickles from his claws. You continue your brutal pace of punding into him, his own cock agonisingly hard against his stomach, cum already dripping down it and onto his plush pillow from his previous release, only mere minutes ago despite the fluttering feeling re-entering his stomach.

"Oh, I know, doing so, so well for me~" You slur seductively, leaning down so your bare chest is flush with his sweaty back. You lean down further, licking the bruises and crimson marking left on his porcelain skin. This was perfect. The King of Hell himself whimpering under you in a puddle of pillows and tears, his red ass claimed by your lust and your strap. The only thing that would make this better would be to have a clear view of his face, not having to wonder whether his tears made it look as ruined as his petite body.

"Slo- oh- ow down! Please! Ah!" He calls in a unbridled state of subspace, inching closer to the edge, his finish, with every swift thrist of the plastic cock, but he deserved this. After all, it was him who couldn't help himself from kissing your neck, who couldn't help himself from arching into your touch all day, teasing you while knowing you couldn't do jack shit. He knew what he was doing, ergo, this was a fit punishment.

"Do you not think you deserve this? After all you've done today, filthy slut." You degrade him, pushing his back even further down, getting an impossibility increadable angle to thrust into him, while also getting an increase in whines and gargled pleas. You could see the eyeshadow stains on the pillow, you could see his red ass, the scratches on his back, the bites and bruises on his shoulder and inner thighs. You saw everything, how ruined he was, and the fact that you caused this? Wow.

"No! I've- mmng- I've been go- od, ma- ah- ster!" He croaks out from the pillow, his voice nearly as ruined and used as his small body from copious amounts of moaning and screaming. It was hard to believe he truly thought he was good, by how bad and desperate he was acting lately, but something about the way he oleaded with you, begged you to believe he had no malice behind those pretty words, made you believe him.

You have no reply, simply watching in a state of pay per view as you absentmindedly ram your plastic cock into his gaping ass, his backside desperately trying to arch back and hump the silicone genital. His breath picked up substantially as you release his wrists, watching him immidietly sink his black claws into the sheets of the bed, ripping them in lustful ignorance. A pool of not only tears, but cum soon builds under him from his last release, only preparing him for the next release.

"Do you- do you deserve to cum?" You breathe out finally, your vision becoming hazy with heat and fatigue, the musk and warmth of sex lingering in the master bedroom. The bed rocked with each increasingly lazy thrust, Lucifer beginning to arch into the strap even more to keep the pleasure at it's highest, pushing his face into his pillow before turning to to the side, looking at you from the corner of his eye while you observe one half of his ruined face.

"Mmng! Yes! Plea- ah- se! Let me cum, Master!" He practically screeches, keening at your hips coming into contact with his backside, eyes rolling into the back of his head, despite you hardly doing anything anymore. Oh, how much he loved your approval. He'd rut into your leg, finishing on your boot and licking off his own cum as long as you permitted him to, the high and mighty King of Hell falling once more, now, into your clutch.

You simply nod at him, immidietly hearing him scream out 'master' as he finishes for a final time, his body falling limp.ahainst the leg and yours following soon.

Panting slightly, you get up, pulling out of him and shushing him gently as he let's out a whine over oversrimulation. You take off the strap, throwing it somewhere in the pongy room before leaning down once again, trailing kisses from Luci's cheek all the way down to his stomach, hearing him chuckle weakly.

"So, so good for me, baby.." You murmur against his sweaty chest, rubbing his back while slowly flipping him over.

"Shower?" You ask, to which he meekly shakes his head. Sighing, you reach down to the side of the bed, picking up a random discarded piece of clothing and wiping off his stomach and thighs, kissing the rosy apples of his cheeks gently with each wipe. He quickly falls asleep, mumbling something about 'goodnight, darling' before he does, leaving your grip and falling into the just as gentle arms of sleep, smiling as he dreams of you.

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RUFF RUFF, ARRSHDJDJWNF

brain rot♡

Is being owned by a mean fem to much to ask. Give me your attention let me do whatever you say no matter what i think i don’t need to think you tell me what to think

I’m nonbinary and I dress pretty masculine but i don’t think I’m masc what am I?

I want to be treated like a woman’s pet. Probably have to muzzle me I bite-

that's how it was lol