#sub stuff

˖°. control - m.s ˖°.

contents: smut. sub!matt. handjob. orgasm control. + more

matt’s back arches with a strained breath, muscles tense and twitching under your touch. his fingers claw at the sheets, hips jerking upward in search of anything, but you’re holding him still—teasing, denying, controlling every twitch.

“please,” he chokes out, voice cracked and needy. “i can’t—i need to cum. baby, please, just let me. i’ll do anything.”

your strokes stay slow and steady, just tight enough to make him twitch, not nearly enough to let him fall apart. you tilt your head, voice calm, almost teasing. “mm… not sure you’ve earned it.”

he lets out a shaky breath, head tossing back, jaw clenched like it’s the only way to keep from sobbing. “fuck, baby—please,” he whimpers, hips stuttering up into your hand. “i can’t—please, let me cum.”

you barely brush your thumb over the tip before he’s cumming—thick streams spilling out fast, dripping down his stomach and onto your hand. his whole body jerks with it, chest heaving, thighs trembling as the release hits him like a shockwave after being edged so long.

“shit, baby I— I didn’t mean to,” he stammers, voice cracking, face flushed. he leans in for a kiss, eyes pleading.

but you pull back, grip tightening around his cock as you give it a mean little slap.

he gasps, hips twitching, still too sensitive.

“you didn’t even ask,” you say, voice low. he whines softly, still trembling. “can’t control yourself at all.”

One minute I was thrashing, struggling against you, begging you to stop, that it was too much, you were pushing me too far. Then I was falling, your soft voice easing my descent. I was entranced. Drunk on you. On the warm feeling of your cock slipping into me, slick with our lust, rigid and thick and filling me in that way that just felt right, and I was already slipping away. Already dropping my guard.

I remember thinking vaguely there was some concern I should voice, that I had some worry, but your warm hands were holding me down. Your words in that firm tone, always gentle, politely insisting that you would not stop, somehow assured me you had everything under control. I felt it to be true. I just knew, in that moment when I decided to let go, that you would keep us safe.

I felt the drop. That hazy softness invaded my mind. It was a sensation of such assurance that everything would be fine if I did nothing. Muscles relaxed that I hadn't even known were tense. I felt loose and pliable, like I was melting into the soft rug. My whole world narrowed to the places where your skin touched mine. Your cock deep inside me. The gleeful pitch in your voice. I opened my mouth to speak and felt no will to do so.

I strained just to look at you, to see your exuberant smile, your dilated eyes and flushed face. You nodded and said something to me. I nodded and parroted it back to you. I know you smiled even bigger then, thrusting faster into me, and my core shook with warm, tingling pleasure. It was all I wanted. You and me like this, not a single worry on my mind. I didn't even care that I was limp and drooling on the floor, mumbling nonsense. A calming voice in my head reminded me that I knew you loved to see me like this, so completely under your control, so lost in the pleasure that I didn't care about anything but this moment, with you. My only desire, dimly surfacing, was to make you cum. My mind was on a delay, the sweet euphoria overriding my other senses, and I realized I was speaking the thoughts out loud- begging you to use me, to cum inside me, to mark me as yours. I put every thought to word, babbling and crying out as you fucked me harder and harder, fisting your hands in my hair and telling me I was so good, so good for you, your pleasure building to a frantic peak while mine pulsed through my body, an electric shock. I felt you cum; hot, thick streaks inside me and I let out a happy sigh. You pulled me to you. The world danced back into focus as I caught my breath against your chest. The scent of you grounded my spinning head. I looked up at your eyes, those beautiful eyes, and tested my voice with your name.

I need gradual dumification. I need someone to slowly take over. Lead me into it so I don't feel a sudden lack of control. Tell me how pretty I am.. how lucky we are to be together as they undress me and kiss every inch of revealed skin.

I need fingers interlaced with mine as they coo into my ear that I don't need to worry about doing a thing. They press my hand down to the bed a little heavier so I get the memo that they have everything under control as they kiss my neck and my chest.

And as their hands trace over my skin I need to feel safe and relaxed, able to give all of myself. I don't even need to open my legs; they'll do it for me as they carefully adjust themself to be between them.

I don't care how they take me, and I don't want to decide. It's up to them. Tongue, fingers, strap (home grown or store bought), some combination, it doesn't matter to me. All I want is to be well taken care of and cum all over them too many times for me to even think anymore. But hey, if they want to empty into me too, I'm not complaining.

I need so much. Start slow but speed up. Keep telling me how pretty I look tight around them. Leave me nothing but a breathless, sweaty, sticky mess. Tell me how good I am without even trying, that I'm all they need just like this. That a pretty thing like me shouldn't need to think at all. That I don't need to anymore.

I need to be so physically overwhelmed that I can't bother moving, that I can't speak or even string a thought together. I want that warm, content exhaustion to wash over me once we're through.

Need someone to kiss me on my forehead as they tell me what a good hole I was for them <3. That I look so pretty with my head empty, entirely cum drunk.

she/her | 26 | demisexual | sub-leaning switch

Big boys who are kind and nerdy and dom-leaning switches are my type ✨️

Girls, you're all so pretty, let's be friends, also ily 🌼

MINORS, BIGOTS DNI - this blog is not an open invitation to sexualize me & I don't owe you interactions 🫶🏼

Hi, here you are! You did send me this ask a while ago, and I’m sorry. I am usually just trying to be responsible about how I frame my responses since I know a lot of folks take what I say firmly to heart and that matters to me....but then sometimes I get stoned and forget about that intent and the ask entirely.

Firstly, let’s talk about bottom dysphoria and thank you for bringing this up so we can address it— we need to speak about how it is not inherently ‘feminine’ to receive pleasure or become submissive. These are not ‘non masculine’ traits—these are just things we do as silly hairless apes trying to touch each other’s naughty bits! I know that is hard to internalize, though, because Society, for one, and Conditioning, for another, and the combination of the two is lethal to most folks, not just trans folks. Everyone experiences the loss of self when society waggles it’s weird collective finger at what we find pleasurable. It’s not okay. We have to find a way to say ‘hey fuck you’ to that finger waggling, and also to that voice inside that may speak on behalf of that conditioning—because neither has your best interests at heart. You know who you are. Don’t go to the dark place where someone yells at you that you’re wrong. You know what light is, and light is not a lie.

That applies to sex just as much as it does anything else, and I hope you all know I’m saying it to all of you.

When it comes to bottoming as a masc person, I would lovingly and warmly invite you to take a look at how cis gay men have treated it for centuries—it’s hot. Gay men have a great approach to bottoming, and it’s safer to draw our masculinity from our own community than it is from the heterosexual one, wouldn’t you agree? Look at all the freedom you see in 70s heavy leather art—Tom of Finland was truly on some shit, my dude. He understood maleness in a way that transcends beyond gender sometimes, and sometimes just absolutely wallows in it. BDSM erotica in our community was a freedom to Be that was beyond a pride flag, and beyond a coveted status in the white wide world. It was Us. You can find that same freedom! But look within, and not without! Look at our history, our culture. It’s not their way, it’s Ours. You can be a sexy masc bottom in this culture, oh my god, can you ever. You need to see and believe and experience that truth, because it’s all around you. There are sexy trans masc bottom boys on Tumblr! Go find and follow them and begin to feel like you can copy what they do, at first, until you start to find your own feet with it. It’s just like anything—you have to practice it. Take a strap that you like and focus on packing with it while jerking off. It doesn’t have to come naturally at first. That doesn’t make you a failure. It just takes trial and error until one time you’re like OH and it clicks. That’s all there is to it.

Okay but like laying in bed with my kitty, my wrists bound and a leash and collar on. Just together watching a show, my head in their lap only wearing my panties so they can touch my back and brush their fingers over my body.

Basically just really really good