There is a lack of d-types on here. Mid 20s. T(he)y. NSFW. Trans Masc Ish Dom blog, switch human. If you know me, I'm surprised 😉 Tribu¥es/ect = $importantimp DNI: Minor, typical bullshit, terfs, serfs, ect.
Absolutely open for asks, don't be offended if I don't answer, it's probably not personal unless you said something that intentionally made me uncomfortable lol.
This is a dominant-centered blog. I'll be adding to this intro as needed. (2/28/26)
Taken anons:
You are free to use D-type honorifics with me as long as you are respectful. Compliments of all kinds are accepted, if something makes me uncomfortable, I have the ability to ignore it, don't be afraid to send something! I would prefer, generally, for there to be communication associated with submissions, but it is situational. If you are intending on taking an emoji, please attach your pronouns.
I am a switch. If you want my sub/switch blog, inquire.
If you know me, you don't, for self authenticity. Unless you're from /that friend group/. Just don't be weird about shit.
Assume this blog will have everything from achillian/sapphic soft to general hard kink
This is getting long so more under the cut 👀
Kinks that adhd is letting me remember:
*please send an ask if there's one not listed that you're curious about, most things go both ways but not all*
- bdsm general - rope - restraints in general - forced orgasm/orgasm denial - teasing - toys - oral - d/s - high protocol - power play - dynamic play - edging - public - honorifics - size play - temperature play - fisting - d/t penetration - rough - wax - anal - dumbification - nipple/breast play - hickies - biting - breeding (no preg) - electric play - overstim - punishment - ect
In general, treat me like I have a dick. Don't be afraid to refer to it as a strap either lol. I'm just searching for euphoria.
This is a sideblog, so if you see a like from a blog associated with a follow, that's me.
Only active like? 2 weeks a month
I've noticed there's like. No trans masc/non penis haver nsft posts that aren't explicitly about being submissive, therefore I've started this blog. Both for my own, and anyone else's viewing. I will reblog wlw posts due to first and foremost lack of anything relating to afab dominant/anyone content and specifically afab/afab. Secondly due to myself being trans masculine, I do not commonly consider myself /man/. I most commonly use he/they but am playing around with she with extreme selection. Basically, if you consider yourself a lesbian and are attracted to me, neither of our identities is invalid ✨️ Here for fun fighting lol, not discourse.
Our Entertainment. The dining room buzzes with chatter and the clink of wine glasses as you step inside. Your eyes snag on it immediately... your seat. It’s parked at the head of the table, a sleek, sturdy thing with a matte black finish, and jutting up from the chair is a thick, glossy dildo, shameless and impossible to ignore. My friends are already here, interspersed around the table, half drunk and grinning, their curiosity pinging between me and that obscene piece of furniture.
"What’s with the setup?" one of them asks, jerking his chin toward the chair. His smirk says he’s already got a guess.
I don’t dodge it. "It’s for her," I say, locking eyes with you. "Keeps her cunt busy while we drink. She’s the night’s entertainment."
Their laughter ripples through the room, and you feel the heat crawl up your neck. You’re still standing there, frozen for a second, but I nod towards it. "Go on. Sit."
You hesitate, but the pull’s too strong — my voice, their stares, the promise of what's waiting for you. You ease yourself down, and the dildo slides in slow, stretching you open with a dull, insistent pressure. A ragged little sound slips out of you, and someone across the table snickers. I work quickly, looping rope around your wrists and ankles, tethering you to the chair’s frame. Your arms flex, testing the give, but there’s none. Your legs are splayed, locked wide, and that dildo’s buried deep now, pinning you in place.
"Can’t have you pawing at yourself," I say, loud enough for everyone to hear. “That'd ruin the fun.”
I step back, letting them see you. All of you. Your thighs twitch, muscles jumping under your skin as you adjust to the fullness. I dip my fingers between your legs, brushing the edge of where the dildo’s sunk into you, and pull them back glistening. "Look at that," I say, holding up the evidence. "Soaked already!"
They lean in, eyes glinting, and the questions start flying at you. "Does it feel good?" one asks, teasing. "You like being stuck like that?" Another chimes in, as if he's just discussing the weather.
You try to answer, but your words come out fragmented, sliced up by the shudders rolling through you. "It’s... mmphhh... it’s a lot," you manage, and then your breath gets caught as the first orgasm slams into you, yet another uninvited guest. Your head tips back, lips parting, and a moan spills out, raw and loud. The table erupts with laughter, a few claps, someone muttering, "Wow, that fast?"
I don’t let you settle. I circle behind you, resting my hands on your shoulders, and nod at the man closest. "Go ahead. Touch her." He doesn’t need telling twice. His fingers graze your chest, finding a nipple and tugging hard. You yelp, a high, desperate sound, and your body jerks against the ropes. Another hand joins in — someone’s pressing two fingers into your mouth, sliding them along your tongue. You choke a little, drool pooling at the corners, and they laugh at you, delighted.
"She’s a mess," they say, impressed. "You trained her well."
"She’s a good fuck doll," I agree, casual as anything. "Watch this." I remove their fingers, grip your jaw, tilting your head back, and shove my cock into your mouth. You whimper; eyes glassy. "See? She’ll take whatever you give her."
You’re fighting the restraints now, hips shifting, chasing friction that isn’t there. The initial entrance pushed you to orgasm, but now that you’ve settled in, it’s not enough. The dildo is filling you up but not moving, not giving you what you need. It’s maddening, and I can tell. I see your breath turn shallow, the way your fingers curl into fists. I love it. They love it. The whole room is feeding off your desperation.
Another hand snakes out, latching onto one of your nipples, pinching it tight and rolling it slow between their fingertips. Your moan comes out choked, garbled around my thick cock shoved deep in your mouth. "She’s loud," one says, grinning at me. "Is that the only way you can shut her up?"
"Pretty much," I say back, voice flat and smug. "Only keeps quiet when I’ve got her throat stuffed" That earns a burst of rowdy yells, glasses clinking in approval. "Don’t be shy now, I’m the only one that can fuck her, but you all can touch!"
And just like that, they swarm you. Hands everywhere, a frenzy of grabbing, stroking, yanking at your skin. Fingers are digging into your thighs, palms smacking your chest, someone raking nails down your side. It’s a flood of sensation, too much to track, hitting you like a shockwave that leaves you squirming, ropes creaking as you strain against them.
You’re trembling now, sweat beading on your forehead, and I can see the strain in your arms as you pull against the ropes. Another orgasm is building. Your thighs clenching, the little gasps you can’t hold back. Even more of the tells that I've learned to track. "Go on," I mutter. "Show them how greedy you are." It hits you hard, your whole body locking up as you cum again, a strangled cry breaking free. The table’s a chaos of noise. More cheers, filthy comments, a fist on the table. You’re panting, chest heaving, and I slide a hand down between your legs, stopping just short of where you want it. "Good girl," I say, voice carrying over the racket. "Keeping us entertained."
shutting pretty boys up is fun, but forcing them to talk and make noises is better.
i want to sit a boy down on my lap and start a conversation with him. my fingers are trailing across his skin as i ask him about his day, and the more he rambles, the more i explore until my hand slips under his shirt. i want to watch as he stutters and blushes as i grope his pretty skin, only cooing at him to continue as my fingers trace his waist before i tease his nipples.
watching as he lets out quiet moans and whimpers, face flushed as he desperately tries his best to continue talking until my fingers finally slip into his pants, teasing his bulge through his damp underwear. he immediately whines, squirming and moaning, but i pull his hair back and force him to meet my eyes, telling him to continue talking and be a good boy for me.
want to slip my hands under the fabric after a few minutes, and watch as he immediately falls apart, dick twitching between my fingers. watching as his rambling turns to barely coherent whines about how good he feels and pleading for permission to cum, loud moaning and whines echoing through the room as he becomes my pretty little slut who no longer can think straight <3
Love love love that one “magic fleshlight/dildo” concept fantasy whatever where one has a toy that when stimulated will feel like they are being directly stimulated themselves. Bonus points if it’s for long distance friends/mutuals/relationships. CNC/dubcon
Positively obsessed with the idea of me going about my day, tidying my room and whatnot, when I suddenly feel the fat tip of someone’s cock slowly splitting my pussy open. I’m utterly alone, but I drop to my knees when my thighs shake too much from how they’re slowly breaching me. I’m kneeling on the floor trying to regain my composure as I’m filled to the brim with an unseen cock, stuffed full. My palms dig into the carpet as I feel myself clench, the disembodied appendage a strange but pleasurable sensation. It’s surreal as they begin to move, and I’m fucked in and out of, no one around for me to bounce back on to. All I can do is dig into the carpet as my pussy is used like a toy, one hand curled under my body to rub frantically at my clit because I have no clue when they’ll finish. They can feel on their end as I clench, and my toy soaks their cock as if it were me. I feel them thrust in fully, seating themselves deep inside as they empty a load into my toy. I collapse fully onto the floor as the sensation of their cock retreats, leaving me empty and clenching around nothing.
Likewise, I’d love to have a nice cast of someone’s cock, a didlo for me to play with at my leisure. I can feel it jump when I close my hands around it, watch the tip start to leak as I run my lips and tongue along the length. I’ve such an awful oral fixation, undoubtedly I’d spend hours training my throat with the toy. Nose to the base as they’re pressed deep in my throat, all the while the person on the other end is unable to get me to move, forced to sit with the phantom of a hot, warm mouth around them. When I’m not being filled myself, I’d love to tease the tip along my slit, feeling it bob and twitch and leak against me. Could pop the tip in and out, relishing in the wet noise it makes while the person begs and bucks into the air from wherever they are. Could suction it to the wall and bounce on it, oblivious to what they could be doing or where they could be while I play with them. Would gasp as I am suddenly filled, hot cum spurting from the thing. Without being able to see them or feel their movements pick up, it’s always a surprise when cum will suddenly spirt from their toy, either on, in, or around me. Could cockwarm it as long as I’d like, full as I lounge in bed while someone else has to go out with the phantom sensation of me hanging on their cock <3<3
I've seen so many posts about butches playing with their sleepy femmes, but what about femmes playing with their sleepy butches?
Being gently woken up by the sensation of a pretty femme's lips against my neck, hearing their cute little moans and stifled giggles next to my ear. They'd notice my chest expand, my breathing speed up, my eyebrows furrow after I peeked my tired eyes open to see them stradling my thigh with their pretty tits out. I'd instictually reach my hands out to play with their body, weak from just barely waking up, only for them to gently grab my hands and guide them up to their tits for me. They'd love seeing their sleepy, handsome butch grabbing at their body in a blissful daze. Suddenly they're grinding against my thigh faster, until they lean over to push their fingers through my hair and tell their sleepy boy to relax as they have their fun <3
helping myself to my free use doll during her bedtime routine
she doesn’t question it anymore. doesn’t pause, doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t even acknowledge it. she just lets it happen
when she showers, i step in behind her, lower her onto her knees, tilting her head back, guiding her lips open, fucking her throat slow and deep while steam curls around us. she gags prettily but never resists. just lets me abuse her mouth until i’m satisfied, until her knees go weak, until she’s left wiping spit from her chin like it’s nothing at all
when she sits at her vanity, applying her creams, her legs spread instinctively. i slide two fingers into her, slow and lazy, pumping in time with the rhythmic motions of her hands on her pretty face. she doesn’t falter. doesn’t rush. just carries on with her routine, even as she trembles, even as her breath hitches, even as i edge her closer and closer without ever letting her cum
when she brushes her teeth, i bend her over the sink. she doesn’t stop scrubbing her teeth, doesn’t stop foaming at the mouth as i press into her, stretching her open, filling her up. she grips the counter and takes it, pretty noises muffled by the toothbrush between her cutesie lips
when she finally crawls into bed, exhausted, i pull her into my lap, straddling me, sinking down onto my cock as she exhales a broken sigh. she clings to me, barely moving, letting me use her like a warm little cock sleeve, keeping me buried inside her as she drifts off to sleep
she doesn’t question it. this is just how the night ends. this is just part of her bedtime routine
Being a toy means you're useful. Toys are meant to be played with, enjoyed, treasured, used. You are cared for and then put away until the next time you are needed. A toy is someone's favorite thing. They can't wait to play with their toy. Doesn't being a toy sound so much better than being a person?
Start using someone as a fleshlight, not just by slamming into them roughly, but by using them without any regard to their need. Using them solely for your own pleasure and enjoyment. Slide into them just to feel good, grind against them, and don’t worry about those sweet sounds they let out.
Take your time with them; Go nice and slow, working up the pleasure in yourself, quickening the pace and then suddenly stopping without warning. Don’t work just to make yourself cum, but to make yourself feel good. It’s solely about the pleasure. Even if you never cum, and even if they buck their hips and pout, desperate to serve you and bring you to your climax, just remind them that it’s not their place to decide when or if you will cum.
Use them for pleasure for hours on end. Put on a movie and start grinding when your attention starts to wane. Play a game and slam your hips to let out your frustration. Work on a project and hold their head down as you try to concentrate on the task in front of you. If they’re offering themselves for your use, don’t give them up so easily; enjoy the time you spend using their holes.
Using someone as a fleshlight doesn’t just mean being able to push their body to the limits; it means having a precious toy for you to use without any thought. An item to drive your pleasure forward without need to regard what it might want. A fleshlight deserves to be properly played with, after all.
being casually fingered by your dom sitting on their lap and they are mindlessly playing with your cunt, they could even be talking with someone else, not caring you're just a little doll after all so they can play with you wherever and whenever they want <3
