That Non Hetero Stuff

My name is Leaf, and this blog is (mostly) NSFW. All reblogs. [26. They/Them. Queer af.] No minors, pedos, racists, transphobes/queerphobes

[cut3bunny]

i will moan in your mouth and grind on your lap a little if we’re making out just saying

[woahbark-deactivated20260115]

Just thinking about cute pets ♡ ones who log onto tumblr after a long day to have some fun! Scrolling through the app with their hand in their pants. Wouldn't it be better if you took those off? Spread those legs reaaal wide ♡ your so silly! Look at you, porns gotten your brain all mushy! You can't help but listen to your silly parts yeah? But who can blame you when it's this much fun ♡

[jazzyderaoz]

I throw my sweet boy on the bed, take hold of his wrists and pin them over his head. Tell him to keep them there, and I know he will because he’s always such a good boy for me.

I kiss every inch of skin from his pubic bone to his throat. Kneed my palms against his thighs, persuade his legs apart. So easy, he’s already squirming, and fuck I love to see him squirm.

His little cock is twitching, so fucking adorable and flushed. I tease him a little, palming his dripping boycunt and slipping my fingers just inside so I can lift them to my lips and taste him. The poor thing can’t control the bucking of his hips. It’s so easy to turn him into my desperate little plaything, so desperate for attention. I know I’m making his cock throb like crazy and he’s so helpless, he knows better than to disobey but he’s dying to touch himself.

The sweet taste of him makes my own throbbing cock twitch, fuck- he drives me wild. I hook his legs over my shoulders and dip my head to take his hot little tcock in my mouth. Ugh, fuck… how he tastes. His fat little cock twitches and throbs on my tongue. He’s bucking so much he’s practically fucking my mouth, and f u c k, I love it.

Suddenly his hands are in my hair and he’s tugging it hard, fingers knotted as whine after gasp after moan slip from his lips. The sound makes my cock throb and twitch harder, and a groan of my own grinds out from my own throat. I can feel his cock getting even harder in my mouth, pulsing with each lap of my tongue. Then his legs are shaking and he’s gasping, cum flooding his boycunt. I can’t help but laugh. He really is too easy to play with.

[femboy-neko]

Find out how wet he gets waiting to be touched.

Bend him over your desk. His pants around his ankles, reaching back to hold himself open so you can properly watch his pretty cunt while you work. Set a timer to when you’ll touch him, but don’t let him see - he just has to wait. Watch him blush and gasp and shiver every time you stop typing or stop writing or lean back to stretch and admire his hole’s progress. He can’t see how cute his cunt is when it winks and drips, but that’s okay. You’ll tell him. In detail.

[unholyslut]

Reblog to eat tboy cunt

[writing-prompt-s]

You are working the gate in the afterlife and for the first time ever, something the humans built has shown up to be processed. You’re not sure what to do, this… entity shouldn’t have a soul, but here it is in front of you, freshly dead and awaiting the next life.

[wishingtoflylikeabirdinthesky]

It’s not as exciting as it sounds, working at the pearly gates.

Sure, it’s satisfying to send the hypocrites and the assholes to hell. And it’s nice to see the ones who thought they were beyond redemption walk through into paradise.

So yeah, it has its perks. But not exciting. I mean, after the first million souls or so they all blur together, you know? You never get anything new. Animals all get sent right on through automatically and there’s nothing other then humans in our jurisdiction. Oh sure, there’s life other then humans. But that’s no my department.

I keep tads on humans on my lunch breaks. You’re a damn fascinating species, better then anything your “television” puts out. Although The Good Place was a little too relatable, I’ll give you guys that.

Anyway, one of my favorite things you guys came up with was the Space Race. I mean, what a nail biter! And it was so tense up until the end. Pity about those Apollo one guys, though. But I heard they got a kick out of watching the moon landing when it did happen.

Course, that sorta died down after a decade or so. Don’t know why you guys quit going to the moon.

And then you decided Mars was the place to be and started sending out all those rovers of yours. Not nearly as exiting as going yourselves, but as you all like to say, baby steps.

The rovers were surprisingly fun to watch. For mindless robots, they’ve got a lot of spunk. So I’d check in every once in while, but mostly I watched Earth. You guys had figured out how to work memes and it was a very amusing thing.

I was half way through a shift when it go here. I have no idea why none of the others I processed mentioned the thing, but death is confusing enough I guess.

It shouldn’t have been there. I want to make that clear, by no law of the universe should that thing have had a soul. You humans are where closer to making actual AI then you are sprouting wings. And you never even tried with this! Its job was to collect rocks!

And yet there is was, beeping up at me.

It didn’t look like a human soul. Or any other form of life that I had ever seen. It wasn’t damaged at all, or even afraid. That was the weirdest thing. You humans are always scared shitless by the time I see you. But this thing wasn’t. Even a little. It was just… curious. Like that’s all I could feel from it. Pure wonder.

I blinked a bit before flipping through my files, seeing if it was a new species or something. I found nothing, of course. Those idiots over in records never give us anything useful.

So I did the only thing I could do. I asked its name.

Now, you humans have come up with so many ways to say the same thing that I’ve had to learn a lot of languages to keep up. The newest was binary, which I never expected to actually need.

It came in handy, since that’s what the thing answered back in.

01001111 01110000 01110000 01101111 01110010 01110100 01110101 01101110 01101001 01110100 01111001

Opportunity.

I remembered that name. It had popped up in new reports regarding a Mars rover that went out of commission, sending the final message “my battery is low and its getting dark.” before dying.

Humanity had cried over it for a solid couple of days. You guys really like personifying objects.

But I had dismissed it as just that. But here it was. Waiting patiently for me to send it On.

I could just opened the gates and sent it through and put from my mind. Make the thing some else’s problem.

I didn’t.

I stood, crossed in front of my desk, and put out my hand to touch the strange soul.

Opportunity didn’t feel human. Nor animal. It felt…. simple. Calm.

I could feel an awearness of the love its chief engineer had felt for it. The pang of missing the workshop back on Earth where it had been built, during long nights on Mars.

It had dreamed. Dreamed of humans making it to Mars and finding it. Of it’s engineer taking it home and repairing it. Dreamed of exploring Earth as it had Mars.

I could purpose, and curiosity in its mission. Lonely as it was, it never doubted its purpose or resented its lot in life. It got to learn, and to see what had never been seen. What more could it ask for?

I could feel one tiny spec of fear. Near the end of its life, it realized it would never go home. Never see Earth or its engineer again. That it would die alone on Mars.

And like all things with a soul it did not want to die. It cried and mourned and begged to live. It was alive! It had a home and it wanted to go home! So badly did it want to go home.

But there was nothing to do, of course. Even its engineer, whom it loved so dearly, couldn’t reach Mars and bring Opportunity home.

It had watched one last sunset, and sent one last message.

A goodbye. And a plea to be mourned, if it could not be saved.

I withdrew my hand and looked over the soul. It looked up at me.

For the ones that I send upstairs, I take the form of whoever loved them most in life. I guess in that moment, I was in the form of an engineer at NASA. Opportunity seemed delighted to see me.

“Welcome home,” I gestured to the gates that swung slowly open behind me. “I missed you.”

It beeped out a single phase, 01001001 00100000 01101101 01101001 01110011 01110011 01100101 01100100 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01110100 01101111 01101111

I missed you too.

Before going forth, to explore the next life.

[dayoldpepsi]

@marcholasmoth

[ironwoman359]

I am crying at work over an opportunity robot fanfiction. Humans are incredible.

[cosmicbreakdown]

I have a boyfriend 🥰

Time for another

[cosmicbreakdown]

An hour. An hour atop an overpass, contemplating everything. Trying to bring myself to jump. Now is that will to live, or cowardice?

[gentlefemdom-me]

fuck yourself stupid on my fingers while I hold your throat and call you baby

[spaceboy85]

this may be a bit gay but I want a boy to bend me over and f*ck me til I scream

[deloveusion]

"i dreamt about us" okay, did we fuck good?

[kittiepups]

good morning trans people i hope you all cum today

[cosmicbreakdown]

Oh I guess I should go do that today

[mecha-lewd]

Mood: Tying down my boyfriend and fucking him into a moaning/shivering mess, then letting him lay on my chest while I play with his hair and tell him what a good boy he is.

[seriouswolff]

Finger fucking his cunt, hearing the sloppy wet noises that I’m making. Hearing him stutter out a moan, his body jerking from being about to cum.

Not slowing down but only going faster. I want to see him unravel. “Oh darling, I love seeing you fall apart.” His whine when he hears that, and then seeing his stomach tense as he finally cums.

Fucking him through his climax, his mouth open in a silent scream. I want to see his face like this more often. And so, I pull out as he gasps for air.

Putting my fingers in my mouth, and tasting him. “You taste so good baby. We should do this more often.”

He frantically nods as his arched back falls back down onto the bed. He tries to sit up, but I push him back down. “Did you think that meant we were done?” I chuckle.

Wide eyed, he watches as I bend down, lips kissing his cunt. He shivers from the air from my nose. “It’s only the beginning.” I whisper.

[transpidered]

something about boys whining "im a fucktoy, please use me" brings a very "take it, fuck thats a good boy, take it hard" to the t4t sex

[candlelit-eros-deactivated20230]

Just to be clear, subs who don’t enjoy penetration, can’t/won’t bottom, and/or have some sort of condition that makes penetration painful are not “failed subs”. You are not any less of a sub if anal, vaginal, or even oral sex isn’t for you. If having something inserted into you is too painful, overwhelming, or discomforting, there are other things that you can absolutely do to participate in scenes and BD/SM.

Wax play, stimulant toys, performing humiliating tasks, handjobs, clit play, impact play, frotting, scissoring, mutual masturbation, humping… There are so many other things that you can do to both create that stimulation or just rile up one another without any penetration being needed. If your dom can’t work around your needs and discomforts, they aren’t worth anything. It is never on you if someone refuses to meet you midway for something so important to you, so don’t take on the guilt for that.

[transarsonist]

This phrase really stood out to me so I'm gonna blast it

If your Dom can't work around your needs and discomforts they aren't worth anything.

[subspaceemo]

My friend keeps losing the game we're playing. I refuse to go easy on them and they refuse to listen to any of my advice on how to do a better job. So at the end of each round, they put the controller down, cross their arms and pout. "what's with the pouting?" I smirk, "you want a little smooch as a consolation prize?" their gaze connects with mine, eyes lit with surprise as they shift in their seat, "uh, is that a thing?" "kissing the loser? Oh yeah" I am only teasing but they seem intrigued. "alright then," they beckon me closer, "come on, dude, lay one on me." I huff out a laugh, trying to determine how serious they are, I shuffle closer on the sofa and peck a kiss to their lips with a dramatic, "mwah." They frown and pout some more, "man, that was shit." I snort and wet my lips, bending in slowly, dragging my gaze all over their face before bringing our lips together in a slow, luxurious kiss. I draw back quickly and laugh at their dazed expression, "was that shit too?" they shake their head, "I lost a lot of games before now, maybe you should give me all the kisses I missed?" my heart beats faster in my chest, oh this is a dangerous game I shouldn't have started, "I could." They wrap their hand around the back of my neck and draw me closer, "go on then." I can see how dark their pupils are before their eyelids flutter closed and they surrender to the sensation of my lips, "one." I start to count the slow kisses as I leave them, "two. Three. Four." They whimper into my mouth, lips parting, so inviting, "five." They slide one hand down my back and up again, "stop counting?" they whisper breathlessly, "just, just kiss me." pretense dropped, I lick into their warm mouth, massaging their tongue with mine as our kisses quickly go from controlled to sloppy. They moan happily and pull me on top of them, their hands tracing up and down my back, squeezing my ass to make me moan too. We start grinding desperately, dry humping through multiple layers, too dizzy with kisses to think about doing anything else. The game goes forgotten in the background as we play with something even better, mutual pleasure.