sparrow

he/him | 18 | your local stray MDNI

[muzzledstar]

hey. i’m sparrow

aegosexual (& frayromantic)

achillean trans man. testosterone apr ‘25. top surgery soon to come (dec ‘26)

5’8 (with boots.. shh)

minors, do not interact (follow, dm, like/reblog. i know i can’t stop you from looking.)

no solicitors. send an ask if you want to dm first

i block freely

i am a dog. treat me like one.

tagging system:

sparrow’s mouse trap: asks

sparrow’s tsips: original posts

sparrow’s trills: reblogs

sparrow’s clicks: the camera shutter (photos)

foot of the bed: mutt/pet

vialed up: tboy

various interests/kinks/other:

key: both, giving, receiving

‘yes’es (in no particular order): hunter (& prey), (force-)pet, bondage, light somno, intox, size difference, forcemasc, kidnapper/stalker, aphrodisiac, medical/lab examination, sensory deprivation, cnc, sadism, biting/marking, corruption, and big/lil bro fauxcest

no concrete ‘no’s besides bodily fluids (piss, scat, blood, cum) currently. will update if it changes (aka something new makes me uncomfortable).

am mostly a (servicey) top, if that matters.

[worldscoolest]

[muzzledstar]

big fan of these dog tags

[muzzledstar]

why don’t you get on your knees and start undoing that belt for me, pup?

[birdbutchcloaca]

note in case it escapes containment : this is about therianthrope bullshit and not A Pigeon Outside. Unless you dig being the pigeon outside ig.

[soapcloth]

Size difference + being chased where you’re just barely out of reach in a little nook they can’t get in. Aimlessly swiping at you and looking to make sure you’re still there, getting all worked up… 😮‍💨

[lastwordsofanattentionwhore]

they love me for my vitamin d deficiency

[dumbpuppyfag]

"testosterone fuels aggressive and dangerous behaviour" ma'am he's literally humping my leg

[muzzledstar]

just a glimpse ;)

[muzzledstar]

god, no one understands how badly i need to sink my teeth into skin right now. i’m not picky, either. neck, bicep, back of the calf, inner thigh, anything. let me leave a mark. or don’t. i won’t care what you want. you’ll bruise either way.

[muzzledstar]

need someone to shotgun weed 4 me.. hold my jaw, blow the smoke into my mouth, show me how it’s done, like a man. i can’t get high enough on my own so someone’s gotta take matters into their own hands and lend me a paw here

[local-crow-on-a-powerline]

said "can you calm down or do you need a leash" to a horny guy and i instantly realized it worsened the situation

[faggyfrog]

hm. something something dad gripping me by the jaw and telling me to fix my fucking attitude or he’ll fix it for me

[sspookedd]

talk to me like i’m an old dog!! “you sure do boy” “atta boy” “good dog” “ya tired?”

platonically or not i will alwaysssss love this!!!!!

[xxcyb3r-attackxx]

so hard to be a brat when one tiny phrase or an ounce of praise makes me fold immediately. It's fun to push a guys buttons until he has a hand holding my jaw saying "do you want to repeat that? Or are you going to be a good boy for me". Turns my brain completely off. How can I brat under these conditions.

[muzzledstar]

i need to be chased through the woods. let me run, just for a bit, to think i’ve lost you, to find a hiding place and crouch beneath the brush. breathing heavy, eyes darting, willing my heartbeat to slow so that i can better hear the sounds of the forest around me. the sound of you. but it’s still too loud, pounding into my temple, through my ears, and your footsteps are quiet, practiced. a hand, slapped over my mouth, muffling a yelp you knew would come, and i’m found. flipped over, staring up at you, scrambling backwards, your shadow looming over me, ready to pounce. i can practically taste the tension in your legs, could bite straight through the taught meat, but you wouldn’t like that, and i don’t want to feel what you would do in return. so i cower. and wait for you to claim your prize for finding your beautiful prey so quickly.

[combataromantic-deactivated2026]

attackdog puppyplay where I rip your enemies to bloody pieces and then lay my head in your lap to hear ‘attaboy’ and feel fingers in my sweaty, bloody hair