C or Goddex ❣️ 23 ❣️ they/it ❣️ switch ❣️ happy taken, please don't send me messages abt wanting a sexual partner as i am uncomfortable ❣️ DNI minors/ageless blogs, TERFs, transmeds, "sissy" blogs, chaser blogs, detransition fetishes, pro-ana ❣️ this blog focuses on t4t content, specifically nblm, but is NOT nblm/mlm restricted
hiii! i’m C, 23, a switch, and i’m trans/nonbinary- please use they/them or it/its for me only! welcome to my very horny blog where i deal with urges i can’t otherwise handle. oh, and i’m taken and i’m not looking for another party for our relationship, sorry!
i do have a few rules!
don’t send me horny messages or asks unless you’re my boyfriend. i’m really not comfortable with strangers trying to get that close to me. but you’re welcome to send other asks!
don’t send me pictures of your body- dick or otherwise, i’m not interested in it, i guarantee.
please don’t be intrusive and ask for personal information. i’m sure you understand that i’m not here to give out my personal blog.
have your age in your bio or pinned, or else you’ll be blocked. minors DNI. this is not a space for you.
overall, i swear i’m friendly- you’re more than welcome to send me asks about your day and similar, and i’d love to hear about it! while i may never be your bestie, i’m more than willing to make friends!!!
thank you!
kinks under the cut!
my kinks
petplay
hierophilia (especially stuff 2 do w gods, or angels, or divine beings)
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some bunnies make drinks, those who’re smart enough to handle the hot water. some, less likely to go weak in the knees, carried orders to tables or greeted patrons at the door. but others, like you, were only there to serve.
some days, you were tied up on one of the benches, ass in the air and pretty cunt dripping, ready and willing for any patron to stop by and fill you with cum while they waited for their drink.
other shifts, like this one, you waited in or meandered the dining room until a patron called you over. sometimes they want you in their lap to warm their cock, sometimes to kneel and suck. but today, when a pack of more werewolves than your dumb bunny brain could count walked in, they only wanted to fuck a pretty hole.
you may not be able to figure much out, your floppy soft ears without a brain between them, but you immediately knew which one was the alpha. he’s the one who called you over to their booth, and he’s the one that teasingly slips his fingers over your tcock, just to watch you twitch. but then he leans back as hands wrap around you, pulling you into the lap of another wolf, his cock already hard beneath you. it takes no coaxing for your slick little bunny cunt to be stretched around his hard wolf cock, and he withdraws by lifting you up by the thighs before slamming you back down, making your eyes roll back.
the next one, after you’re filled with cum and gently handed off around the table, pushes your face down into the wood and snaps his hips into your ass, filling you over and over. his blunt fingers twist and pull your tcock until you’re clenching and cumming with him.
the third pulls you into his lap and rubs your tcock to make you cum around him, twice, thrice, until the squeezing and milking makes him cum. at least two more use you while your mind is numb and leaking from your hole.
you look up with unfocused eyes as the alpha, finally, pulls you to him. his big, thick fingers test your hole, and he hums appreciatively.
“you might just be stretched out enough to take me, pretty thing,” he says next to your ear, bringing his fingers, slick with the cum of his pack, to your lips. you lick and suck them happily as he sinks your hips over him.
despite your job training, you almost scream as he fills you, your body having never taken anything this big before. you hear him grunt, too, gritting his teeth at how tight you are.
“ready to take an alpha’s knot, bunny?” he asks, and your eyes roll back so far that you can barely see, boneless in his grip but so, so, so ready for him. he swells inside you, and you can feel his hot, thick wolf cum splashing against your walls and filling you up.
with his knot buried within your little bunny body and his fingers gently kneading your brain to mush between your ears, he calls over one of the other bunnies, who hurries off and returns with your boss. there’s a flurry of motion your hazy eyes can’t follow, only focused on the cock within you, still drooling thick cum into your cunt as he pets you softly, whispers praise and kisses your temple. you don’t know what’s happening until the alpha puts his teeth right by your ear.
“you’re coming home with us, pretty boy,” he says, a possessive growl in his tone, “our pretty little breeding bunny.”
um uh. listen now it may be the dog top in me but. I would actually love if someone clipped a leash on my collar and pulled me steadily towards them as they laid down in bed and patted their thighs, saying "here boy" or something like that so I could come cover and mount them, face pulled to theirs so I could give them kisses, drool in their mouth, lick their tongue and grind into them because I'm just that needy, and when they've decided I've been good and patient enough they can roll over onto their stomach and lift their hips, let their breeding stud mount them, leash still in one hand, not letting me go, not letting me stop or pause or pull out, keeping me inside them, rutting away stupidly, my brain melting out, just pounding, pounding away at them, even when the leash drops from their hands I just keep fucking them, not even noticing when I cum anymore, just fucking them, deeper, deeper, deeper into the mattress
as a connoisseur of beautiful estrogenized transfem penis (especially when it's in my mouth), it feels like a crime that its many, many unique features are not widely understood!!!! to name a few:
-The raphe line (or, as I like to call it, "angel's path" or "underline"), a line of darkly pigmented skin along the bottom of a woman's penis, which is made of the same material as labia minora and thus darkens in response to estrogen
-Higher volume of "precum" that behaves a lot like just plain getting wet when aroused. I've met some women who don't produce a lot and some who produce enough to soak all the way through two layers of clothing just from getting horny
-When they do cum, it's often precious few clear little dewdrops forming at the tip with a unique and delicious taste distinct from non-estrogenated cum. In my experience it's salty with a hint of fruit. With such small portions, I really savor the taste of each droplet like nectar once I make a woman cum
-Estrogenated penis is generally smaller. Those that I've experienced have all fit very comfortably in my mouth, with lots of room for my tongue to swirl around and explore. Those that I've experienced have also all been just about the right length to reach my throat when fully inside. A woman's scrotum is also often smaller, giving a very cute impression together with her penis
-The taste and smell are very subtle, sweet, and relaxing in my mouth, and the texture is very soft and pleasing on the tongue, especially when she's soft--speaking of which:
-I've often heard that transfems on hrt frequently experience erectile dysfunction, though anecdotally I've never actually met one who struggled at all to get it up. It seems much more common that women will no longer get random/non-arousal-based erections like morning wood, but can get just as hard, and do so just as easily, when actually sexually aroused. I've actually slept with a number of women who don't get soft after cumming, and can stay hard for multiple orgasms. Because of this, with some women it's actually hard to find an opportunity to feel the texture of their soft penis in my mouth (Which I'm sure goes from a rare delicacy to a frequent joy if you do meet a girl who can't get it up)
So the next time you're with a woman who has an estrogenated penis, get her wet by planting sweet little kissies along her angel's path, lick up as much of her juices as you can, and then take her into your mouth and enjoy her. Explore her with your tongue and your lips, find where she's most sensitive by listening for her moans (if she's self-conscious and doesn't moan much, try encouraging her with a "that's right sweetheart, let it all out" when she does), don't be afraid to ask if what you're doing is working for her, and savor each moment you get to experience her
I've met several girls who say they can't cum from oral, but if I take the time to learn their bodies and how to make them feel good, after a few sessions I can learn how to tease out those precious dewdrops. I recently got to give a girl her first few full-body orgasms by using my mouth!!!
(By the way, I want to add that not every woman on estrogen has all these features! There are a lot of possibilities on HRT, and these are just some of the features I've had the opportunity to experience firsthand)
down with monarchies and everything ofc, but i think tumblr made me develop a regency kink…
cw dubcon, alcohol, trans prince, prince x knight, gender neutral
oh to be a pretty prince in frilly pastel layers drinking wine at a party, flirting with the bards and dancing with the noble ladies as i spare the occasional glance my knight bodyguard’s way as they brood by themself against the wall. to spend the evening reveling and gradually unraveling—my cheeks flushed from drinking—as they watch me from the sidelines, never indulging.
until eventually i find myself whisked away from the festivities by one particularly forward noble who’s been eager to get their hands on me all night—through innocent, lingering touches as they laughed at my jokes, to firm, suggestive grips around my waist as we danced. and i end up with my back pinned to a wall with them pressed up against me in a corner, hand over my mouth as they utter a sultry whisper in my ear. hush now. wouldn’t want to get caught like this, would you, your highness? and of course i don’t, so i whimper and shake my head, embarrassed at how quickly i succumb to their whim and at how warm it makes me feel. they press their leg between mine with a domineering smile, making me whine as they stroke my hair back from my flustered face. good, they purr, delighted in how i shiver against them.
but just as their lips graze against my neck and their teasing hand begins to creep beneath my waistband, the distinct sound of clinking metal echoes in the room. my captor freezes as i look up, startled, to the elating sight of my loyal knight in shining armor behind them. our eyes lock, and they must see the panic in mine because their jaw clenches. with a fierce look and without hesitation, they rip the noble away from me before the poor sap can even turn around. gripping them by the scruff of their collar, my knight growls a protective, if you ever plague my sight again, I’ll slice you to pieces.
i can’t help the way my heart thumps in my chest or how my legs quiver at those words and the hot fire in the knight’s glare, for me, i realize. the noble, of course, withers at the threat, crumpled aside like common rubbish and skittering out of sight without another word. and finally we’re left alone as i attempt to catch my breath and smooth out my wrinkled clothes and mussed hair. as soon as they’re sure the coast is clear, my knight comes to my aid.
are you alright, flower? did they hurt you? they ask me in the softest voice, a stark contrast to their previous tone. i melt at the tenderness, suddenly ashamed of how i let myself get swept up so easily. i... i'm fine, i murmur while crossing my arms over my chest, not meeting their eyes. but they see right through me, cupping my chin in their gloved hand to meet their stern gaze as they quietly chastise, you ought to be more careful, stay where i can see you. they stroke a gentle thumb over my lips and cheek, like i'm the most treasured jewel in the world. there are plenty of villains who would do anything to claim a precious little thing like you. but i won't let them.
'because you're mine,' i want them to say. leaning my chin into the soft leather covering their hand while setting mine on their muscled forearms. i watch them avert my soft gaze as one of those strong arms wraps around my shoulders. it's late, they say, pulling me along, i'll escort you to your chambers.
after a heady evening of being tossed from one flushed body to another in an attempt to rile them up, tipsy and tingling on tired feet, i feel their firm hold on me tighten as i stumble to my bedroom door. they practically carry me across the threshold before plopping me down on the silken sheets, turning to take their post standing guard at my door when i grab their arm. don't go, i plead, a hint of desperation in my voice as i bite my lip. they grow still, tensing at my touch, so i press. please, stay with me tonight.
for a moment, i'm not sure if they hear me, until their low voice sends a chill up my spine. is that an order, your highness? they look back to meet my eyes, fervent with that same fire i saw earlier, and my breath hitches in my throat. what's the matter? griffon got your tongue? strange, you didn't seem to have any problem using it with all those partygoers. i gulp, realizing they had noticed after all. they sigh, turning all the way to face me as they slowly pull their gloves off. maybe you've just forgotten, they mockingly ponder, stripping their armor off piece by piece, maybe you need a reminder. before long they're straddling me on the bed, holding me down with one hand. is that it, sweet prince? do you need me to teach you a lesson? my pulse races under their steady palm, warmth building in my core as i nod hurriedly. i've never wanted anything more.
they lean down and my hands grasp them close, fingers weaving through their hair as i hold their rough lips to mine. they drink me in, tongue parting my mouth as they seek more. they peel the doublet off my shoulders, drawing away only to pull the white undershirt up over my head as their hands play with my sensitive chest. i let them devour me, tongue dancing with mine and their teeth digging into my bottom lip as they grind against me. i let out a moan and they tug my head back by the hair, leaving my mouth open to make room for their calloused fingers. close, they command. i gladly obey, sucking and running my tongue along their fingers. that's my little flower, they praise, so good for me. my hips twitch against them, eyes dilated and lips swollen. one hand pumps fingers in my mouth as the other trails down my chest and over my stomach, their weight on my thighs the only thing keeping me from writhing. their fingers trace over my hips, toying with my pant buttons. they slide the fingers out of my mouth, slick with my spit, as they ask, may i?
yes, i answer, breathlessly begging, please. they smirk, deftly undoing the buttons and dragging down my pants and undergarments before dipping their fingers between my legs. i mewl and shake at their touch against my dripping folds, a small groan escaping their lips. so wet for me already, poor little thing. why didn't you say so? their fingers easily slip into my hole, stroking my walls so i can hear just how needy i am for them. my back arches, legs trying to close as i tighten around their fingers. unh uh, keep open for me, sweet prince. you've been taunting me all day, and now you're going to pay the price. i inhale a sharp breath as they pin my legs apart with theirs, curling their fingers deeper and sinking their teeth into my neck. my moans are like music to their ears, practically singing as their thumb circles around my tender cock. they mark my neck and collarbone with bites and bruises, a clear reminder that i'm theirs. with their fingers pinching and tugging my nipples, the other hand filling me and stroking my throbbing dick, it doesn't take much to send me over the edge. they suck and press their tongue into the soft flesh under my ear as they thrust into me, stroking hard enough for colors to swim in my eyes while they roll back.
my faithful protector murmurs sweet nothings in my ear as i ride out the high, my hot slick coating their hand. but i'm barely given the chance to come down, as my knight maintains a steady pace, merciless while i quake and whimper helplessly under them. oh, did you think i was done with you? i told you, flower: this is your punishment, and you're going to take it like the good little prince i know you can be. i continue to shudder, gripping the silk sheets as i'm blissfully overwhelmed by their unwavering touch.
I just want to be a romantic man of leisure. The spoiled, well-fucked plaything of an eccentric aristocrat, the boytoy of a rich man.
I want to live at his estate under loose pretenses, the center of the town gossip as I go out for a walk dressed in my finery and leather collar, covered in bite marks and hickeys.
I want to tempt him as I lounge in the sprawling library, writing mediocre poetry and touching myself wantonly until he breaks and breeds me roughly on the floor like I knew he would. I want to kneel at his feet at meals while he feeds me by hand and pets my hair and face, fondles my exposed body, calling me his pretty boy, telling me all the things he wants to do to my mouth.
I want to kneel under his desk for hours, holding his cock gently in my mouth while he writes his letters and takes his meetings, to run to him when he calls through the house for me, ready to please him however he needs, just a set of holes to fill.
I want to be the entertainment at his lavish dinner parties with his friends of ill-repute, naked and blindfolded and restrained for anyone’s use - and use me they will. I want him to reward the best workers of his estate by whoring me out for an evening for them to play with as they like.
I want him to punish me when I’m too needy, or not needy enough, or spending too much time being ravished by the strapping young stablehands. I want him to beat me and mark me all over like he owns me, because he does - I could never make a life of my own now, not with my reputation. I’ll simply have to live out my days as his pretty little slut, his good boy.
I want to be constantly ready and dripping for him, edged and desperate. I want to be a drooling, fucked out, pampered fucktoy, always ready to please. I want to have no responsibilities but to warm his bed and his cock.
it falls to me to teach you to defend yourself. i'll always be there to protect you, but our future majesty must be studied in all forms of combat. the king has hired the best in the kingdom for you, even the best from other kingdoms, but none of them have had the success that i've had with you.
of course it's because i understand you - i know you. i know your strengths and your weak points, i know your habits and your traits, negative and positive. i know how you think, i know what you wish for. i know what you look like when you're nervous, even when you hide it well. i know you, almost completely.
and as i teach you, i get to know you better. i train you in fencing, archery, horsemanship. you're a quick study and dedicated to doing your best, but you do struggle specifically in hand-to-hand combat.
something about the intimacy of an enemy putting their hands on you, the vulnerability of fighting without a weapon to separate you from your opponent, the brutality of using your bare hands to fight them off - it stalls you. you panic every time. the couple of seconds you hesitate could mean your death someday.
one day i accidentally discover a new, and very effective, training strategy.
its critical that i teach you to never let yourself be pinned down. if the opponent manages to restrain you, you're as good as dead - especially a delicate thing like you. but you don't seem to be taking that concept as seriously as you should. nothing i say or do drives the point home. we're only in a lesson, and you can't seem to get past that mental block. deep down you feel safe, so you won't put in your true best effort.
one day towards the end of a lesson, i throw you to the ground, once again pinning you easily with my weight. i watch as you grit your teeth, gasping and struggling, helpless against my strength. at first i see you mentally review what you've learned, but you rush it and it doesn't work. as you begin to panic your technique gets messier and messier, and your strength is no match for mine, let alone enough to force your way to freedom.
as i wonder how i'm supposed to teach you this and let you find a way out on your own without coddling you, my thigh settles between your legs and suddenly, i see your pretty eyes go wide.
my lips curl in a smirk. i press a little closer, my grip on your wrists tightening. don't panic now, i warn you, my voice heavy with false innocence. you seem flustered.
slowly, i settle my thigh more firmly between yours, my knee driving gently against you through the layers of fabric separating us.
the friction of your clothed cunt on my thigh has an instant effect. you fall still as if frozen in panic. a slight blush warms your cheeks.
go on, i encourage you. you think i'm gonna let you go so easily? at least try to escape.
you bite your lip, staring down at the space between us, your eyes still wide with panic. i nudge my thigh into you, earning a little flinch.
"sir..." you breathe, your chest rising and falling with shuddering breath.
what is it, your Highness? i ask, feigning concern. something the matter? do you give up?
your eyes shift up to mine. you suck in a breath, trying to steady yourself. "no, sir."
perfect. then keep going.
slowly, you obey, shifting under me, but with a hitching breath you quickly realize that any struggling will drive you instantly against me again, the friction hot in your core. the urge to rock your hips and grind against me makes you twitch. confused, you lay there helplessly.
do you really plan to lay there and take it? i taunt. there's a way out if you keep trying.
your pretty lips part to complain, but your words die on your tongue. you glance down and back up to me, and you realize. you know i'm doing it on purpose.
now your gaze is hot, with equal parts horror and desire. "let me go," you demand, but your heart's not in it. just like your heart isn't in any of your attempts to escape my hold.
i smirk down at you. what kind of a teacher would that make me? i ask. if you want freedom, you'll have to work for it, sweet prince.
your eyes are wide in a silent plea. your blush deepens as i press into you, earning more friction. you release a little gasp and involuntarily grind against me, your hips rolling. then you suck in a breath, trying again to focus yourself.
the more you struggle, the harder you're forced against me, the better it feels. you could, of course, admit defeat, as you sometimes do when i've got you hopelessly caught in my stronger grip. but that would be too serious a blow to your pride, especially considering the humiliation you're already enduring.
you rock into me, panting as your cunt throbs against my thigh, whining low in your throat. my grip on your wrists tightens and you flinch.
"i'll report you to the guard," you threaten halfheartedly. your voice trembles with pleasure.
i smirk down at you. we're pressed so close i can feel your heart slam against my ribs. for what? beating you in a fight?
face flaming with embarrassment, you rock against me again, tentatively. you release a little sigh of bliss. you build a slow, careful pace, which i match by pressing my thigh into you, and soon you're trembling, pleasure pulsing through you in waves, not intensely enough to get you off, but enough to make you sweat and whimper.
i lean down, whispering in your ear as if to give you a hint. just like that, pretty boy. that's exactly right. keep going and i might release you after all.
you whimper into my chest, rocking harder against me. finally shamelessly pleasuring yourself in my thigh. i know it's mortifying, but you can't seem to stop, you're so desperate for it. i'm tempted to flip us over and let you hump my leg if that's what it takes to satisfy you, but i know that would be all too embarrassing.
finally your little whimpers rise into whines and moans that you muffle in my chest, and i mutter in your ear as you fall into the monotonous rhythm that means you're so close, you'll cum soon if you keep going like that. that's a good boy, i say. a sweet thing like you would win every fight. no one could stand to hurt you.
with a gasping moan, you gush in your trousers, soaking your boxers with cum. your lashes flutter, your chest rising and falling frantically against mine with stuttering breaths.
i nuzzle my nose in your neck as you recover, my grip on you softening. good boy, i say again. my pretty prince.
after that first time, you fight better than ever. you don't let yourself get pinned even once over the next month. obviously it's an effective teaching method - i can't say you're any better at fighting me off when you're pinned, but if you don't get caught in the first place, i can't complain. so next time you're trapped beneath me, i make sure to once again, for your education's sake, trap you helplessly under me, bury my face in your neck, and remind you to be a good boy for me and earn your release.
I woke up and now I’m thinking about being a vampire lord/lady’s prized pet, kept in pretty cuffs and a collar, in their lap, kept in trance and fed on to be all floaty and out of it, nothing I can do except cling onto them all hazy and weak
fuck, that was perfect — you’re perfect. can i cuddle up next to you, please?
no, of course you weren’t too much. you didn’t push too far, you never crossed a boundary. if you had, i would have safeworded; but you’re wonderfully quick at recognizing the slightest bit of genuine discomfort, steering the scene away from that long before it ever becomes necessary. it warms me every time.
you know i don’t mind that you get off on hurting me. really the opposite — there’s nothing i love more than watching the freed aggression in your eyes when you hold me down, take what you want, and just let yourself have me; and there’s nothing wrong with you for enjoying what we did, too. besides, for all the bruises you leave on my skin, for all the screams and whimpers you drag out of me… i never feel more cherished and at ease than when we do this together.
and i also like it, genuinely love it, when you’re mean to me. or pretend to be. i know we play around with fear a lot; you’re so good at being intimidating when you want to be, and fuck, you know i like feeling scared. but truth is — you don’t scare me. not like this, in the reality of it, when you’re being so gentle, making sure i feel so comfortable and cared for.
even on my knees and so deep in submission, i feel blessedly safe with you. you’re such a good, wonderful, caring person: you take me apart and put me back together so well, every time. thank you.
Doing small, sexy things to help a newly out trans person come into their identity.
Taking your newly transitioning partner out clothes shopping and while they are trying on clothes feeling them up, pinning them against the stall, and fucking them in their new clothes, reminding them that they are such a good boy/girl/whatever title they wish to use.
Straddling your partner on the bed and grinding with them as you apply makeup to enhance whatever features would give them the most gender validation, telling them how handsome/pretty/charming they are going to look.
Trying out different gendered titles in the bedroom and, once they find one they like, forcing them to praise themselves and say their own title as they are lost in pleasure, not fully satisfying them until they say, “I’m a good [title], I’m such a good [title].”
staring up at them in complete awe and adoration while ur underneath them getting fucked into the mattress, not a thought in ur head that doesn’t revolve around how good they’re making u feel or how obsessed u are with them <3
waiting for a group of ghosts to decide that i’d be the perfect fucktoy, so they go ahead and fuck me through my clothes until i’m moaning and clenching around invisible cocks, only leaving once all my holes have been stuffed with glowing cum and the excess is slowly leaking down my thighs
don't you want my cock to force open your cunt? deeper inside you than anyone has ever been, pretty boy? tight, dripping all over my skin.
i'm coated in it, coated in you, puppy, can you believe you ever tried being anything but my whore? legs wrapped around me as if i'd stop if you let go. naive thing, absolutely nothing could keep me from forcing those pathetic fucking whines from your throat, you're just lucky that you like it
