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Content: miscellaneous OC smut, Lucas getting dominated by his girlfriend

Content Warnings: mild kink (sadomasochism, degradation, edging, femdom, cuffs)

“Jess, I'm gonna cum,” Lucas panted, a sheen of sweat covering his toned body. He'd been trying to hold back; his cockhead was an angry shade of red inside her. He could feel every vein on his shaft pulsing with blood. Every movement sent tingles straight to the base of his spine. His balls felt like they were about to burst—and still, Jessica continued taking her time. “Jess,” he pleaded, earning an annoyed look from the girl riding his cock. “Quit bitching and be a man for me, just this once.”

“I'm not bitching. I'm serious. You're gonna make me fucking cum.” His body trembled as he gripped the barred headboard, his wrists bound to it by a pair of leather cuffs—at the time, the cuffs had seemed like a good idea. Jessica didn’t like how rough Lucas got with his hands, so he’d suggested cuffing them, heavily underestimating just how into it he’d be.

“Fuck, Jessica, I'm so fucking serious. I'm gonna knock you up,” he gritted through clenched teeth, white-knuckling the bedposts. Jessica ignored his warning, savoring the sight of a big, strong man white-knuckling the bedposts while she used his cock for her pleasure. She was on the pill, but she didn’t dare tell Lucas that—watching him struggle like this was too good. She’d already cum three times and was chasing a fourth.

The way she rolled her hips, her dripping pussy working his cock beautifully—fuck. Lucas couldn’t take much more. The way she gripped him had his toes curling. It took everything in his power not to break the bed frame. And fuck, did he want to. One good tug and the wood would splinter. He wouldn’t care if the cuffs were still on—as long as he had the mobility to flip her over and pound into that sweet fucking pussy, bury his face in her neck as she screamed, lose control and rut into her like a dog before blowing his load.

He wasn’t going to make it out of this alive.

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Content: a slight twist on the sleep paralysis demon (I've only had sleep paralysis like twice so forgive me if I get anything wrong)

Content Warnings: non-consensual, fear, teratophilia, struggling to tell imagination from reality

Context: Sleep paralysis is, as the name implies, a state of paralysis experienced after waking up or while falling asleep. Sleep paralysis may include hallucinations which are known as “sleep paralysis demons”. More info here.

Sleep paralysis was nothing new to you. You kept saying you'd fix your sleep schedule but always ended up scrolling through your phone until ungodly hours of the night instead, so it was no surprise when you opened your eyes and found yourself unable to move. It also wasn't too surprising when you heard the snarling breath of what you assumed to be a sleep paralysis demon–nothing more than a hallucination caused by the circumstance. Still, you couldn't help but feel a hint of panic as you felt its weight pressing down on the mattress. That hint of panic quickly grew with the proximity of the “hallucination”, bubbling up inside of you until it felt like you would've screamed if you could. Its heat moved up your body until you were face to face with it, your eyes wide and terrified as they stared up at the “hallucination” looming over you. You tried to reassure yourself that none of this was real. It was just a sleep paralysis demon, nothing more than a figment of your imagination–but fuck if it wasn't freaky. From what you could tell, it was huge and covered in fur, wearing the skull of a cervid on its head. Or maybe that was its head? It smelled too. God it smelled. Like death itself had walked into your bedroom. It was suffocating, nauseating, and when it opened its mouth, you thought surely the stench would pull you out of this god-awful hallucination. Yet it stayed, hunched over your unmoving form.

It was terrifying–unlike any sleep paralysis you'd ever experienced before–and for a moment, you questioned whether it was real. It couldn't be though. It was impossible. This thing resembled no real creature in the world. It was something straight out of some type of mythology. You tried to reason with yourself, reassure yourself that none of it was real, but the sense of dread when you felt it touch you–firm, hot, and heavy against your thigh–you didn't know what it was, but it threw any attempt to reason out the window. You tried to fight, scream, retch, sob, anything, but none of it happened. You couldn't even take a breath deep enough to fill your lungs or wipe the tears from your eyes. Whatever it was against your thigh, it twitched and the creature shifted, letting out a low growl as it lowered its body onto yours, the appendage now throbbing against your clothed stomach. The creature rocked, grinding its body against you, the bed creaking beneath its weight. Then it snarled, seemingly dissatisfied with whatever it was attempting to do. It rose–its eye sockets were hollow, but you could feel its gaze boring into you–before it slipped away, dissipating into the darkness. Once it was finally out of sight, you found yourself finally able to take a deep enough breath to fill your burning lungs. A sense of relief almost washed over you, but there was a sense of dread sitting in the pit of your stomach that you weren't alone.

The first few months after that night were brutal. Its hollow eye sockets bore into your soul, its stench followed you into every room. You swore you could even hear it, along with the feeling of weakness–your body threatening to give out and leave you limp wherever you were.

Then, its presence started to fade. It was just a really scary sleep paralysis episode, right? It wasn't like it could actually hurt you. It wasn't real.

You managed your sleep routine like it paid. No matter what, you were in bed by 9pm–no devices, the only light being a dim bedside lamp just bright enough to knock out a chapter or two of a book–asleep by 10pm, and up at 8am, no naps, 7 days of the week.

Except for tonight, almost two years later. You'd been seeing this cute boy. He was nice, made you laugh, you'd been to his place a few times and he'd been to yours. You only intended on having a little bit of fun, but that soon turned into a lot more fun, leaving the two of you winding down at around 11pm–two hours behind schedule.

Whatever. It didn't matter. You'd been doing good for almost two years. Surely a measly two hours wouldn't hurt just once. And, even if it did, you'd just wait the episode out. Easy as that.

You made up excuse after excuse in your head, scrambling to fill the pit in your gut once you saw what time it was. 

Maybe you'd just stay up all night. Can't get sleep paralysis if you weren't asleep to begin with, right? You'd stay up tonight, start again tomorrow. Easy as that.

Your body wasn't on the same page though. Two hours past your schedule, plus the workout the man–who had the audacity to be resting peacefully next you–had put you through; you were fighting sleep like your life depended on it. And thank God it didn't, because you'd lost.

You opened your eyes to the most abhorrent stench you'd ever smelled in your life. The “hallucination” hunched over your body, drool dripping down from its boney maw and onto your bare breasts, its fur raised and its eyes focused on you. It wasn't moving like it was the first time–no. It knew what it was doing this time, after two goddamn years before it was able to get its hands on you again.

Any attempts at reassurance were gone the moment it started treating you like a ragdoll, damn near pulling your hip out of its socket as it grabbed one of your legs and threw you open, forcing something thick and long into you. If you hadn't been paralyzed, you would've screamed–woken up your boyfriend and had him chase away the awful monster–but from what you could tell, it wouldn't've mattered if you weren't paralyzed because he wasn't even there. Had he left? Woken up to this… fucking thing hunched over you and ran? Did he really leave you like that? Tears welled up in your eyes, not just from the emotional pain of being abandoned but the physical pain of what was being done to you. This was supposed to be a harmless hallucination, but you could've fucking sworn you could feel it tearing you open, panting and grunting as it pushished your insides. It felt like someone was trying to force a thick, wooden broomstick up past your cervix. You threw up in your mouth. The bed rocked, the headboard slamming against the wall as it used your body for its pleasure, pulling your limp form into each of its thrusts.

You didn't know how much time had passed. It felt like an eternity before it finally held still, its knot having buried itself into what was left of your vaginal canal, and threw its head back, letting out the most horrific cry you'd ever heard, before dissipating into the darkness.

You sobbed as soon as you could, waking up your concerned boyfriend who had been sleeping by your side the entire time. You sat up in bed, expecting to see a pool of blood, only to be met with a puddle of urine from when you must've wet yourself. The clock on your nightstand read 12:15am. The only evidence of that hellspawn was the scent of death that only you could smell and the feeling of being watched.

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Content: Rambling about my “wife”.

Content Warnings: Degrading names and insults, questionable ability to consent, rough sex.

Context: I love stupid characters so much. They aren't very smart but it's ok because I love them for it.

I love my wife. She's so fucking stupid. There's not a single thought behind those big, dumb eyes and there doesn't need to be. I do the thinking for her while she sits and entertains herself. I keep her happy, fucked, and fed and there's not a single worry in that pretty little head of hers other than when I'm coming home from work. And sometimes I want to take her with me because, just when I don't think she can get any dumber, she goes and proves me wrong. I need to keep an eye on my precious girl to make sure she doesn't hurt herself.

It's like the only things she's capable of are being cute and taking my dick and she does such a good job. She doesn't do anything but lay there and take it but she takes it so fucking well. Her pussy is so fucking tight and she gets so fucking wet for me. As if her only purpose in the world is to be bent over and fucked until she's sobbing. And she's so cute when she sobs. And when she's on her knees and looks up at me with my cock down her throat, tears streaming down her face and droll rolling down her chin, I just don't know what to do with myself other than grab her by the head and skull-fuck her.

She's so fucking pathetic but it's ok because she don't need to be anything more. Such a stupid, worthless little whore that makes up my entire world. She's so precious to me.

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I completely forgot my color-coding process for the little divider. I was thinking about writing something about the reader being a dumb little slut but the only dumb little slut here is me 😔✊🏾

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Content: You (f!reader) go in for your annual physical.

Content Warnings: Medical malpractice (sexual misconduct), questionable consent, praise.

“Hi, I'm Dr. Lee and I'll be giving you your physical for today.” He introduces himself with a polite smile. “I'm going to break this up into 3 parts, okay?” His voice is warm and thick like honey while still maintaining a sense of professionalism. “First I'm going to do an observation, looking at your eyes, ears, nose, and throat. Then I'm going to do an auscultation, listening to your heart, lungs, and bowels. After that, I'm going to need you to undress so I can do a percussive test and a palpation, using a little hammer to check your reflexes and my hands to locate and check the size and shape of your organs and feel for any abnormalities.” Dr Lee speaks slowly, making sure you're able to keep up with every word. “Do you have any questions, comments, or concerns before I get started?” He begins the physical when your answer is no.

Observation:

He uses a small black tool attached to a silver handle to check your ears and a small light to check up your nose and your eyes. “You're doing so well for me so far.” He praises you gently before using a flat, wooden stick to hold your tongue down, parting his lips slightly as he checks down your throat.

Auscultation:

“Do you mind if I reach underneath your shirt for a moment?” He asks, warming his stethoscope with the palm of his hand, waiting for you to nod before reaching up your shirt to place the cool metal against your bare skin with a hand lightly resting on your shoulder. “Very good.” He purrs, listening to a few spots on your torso. He has you take deep breaths as he listens to your lungs. “Such a good girl for me.” He murmurs behind you.

Percussion and Palpation:

He watches as you remove your clothes, undressing down to your underwear, before placing them on one of the guest chairs and sitting back on the exam table. He checks your reflexes before tilting the table back so you're lying flat. His hands are cool against your skin as he runs them over your abdomen.

“You're so beautiful.” He moves down to your thighs, kneading the squishy flesh. He groans after parting your legs, finding the spot your arousal had begun to seep through your panties. “I'm going to need to check beneath your underwear for any lumps or discoloration. Is that alright with you?” He waits for your nod to continue, pulling your panties down to reveal your slick folds.

He starts at your waistline, talking his time over your pubic mound before making his way to your cunt. “You're so wet.” He slides his fingers between your folds. “Shhh. It's ok. I'm just checking to make sure everything's alright.” He coos as you begin to show some resistance. He rubs your abdomen and slides two fingers into your entrance.

“So tight.” He shudders, watching you squirm. He continues to slowly scissor his fingers in and out as you whimper. “You're adorable.” He groans, curling his fingers to make you arch your back. He stands at the side of the table pinning your hands above your head with one hand while fingering you with the other. “Shhh. It's ok. Everything's going to be just fine.”

“You're close aren't you?” He pumps into you with three fingers, groaning at your whimpered response. “I'm gonna need you to keep being a good girl for me ok? Can you do that for me?” He smiles at your nod, removing his hands from your wrists to undo his pants and pump his cock.

“I need you to do one more thing for me and then I'll let you cum. Can you do that?” He lowers the exam table. “Open your mouth.” He pulls his fingers out of you just for a moment to jack off into your mouth. Now that he's got both hands free, he can put some elbow grease into sending you over the edge.

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Content: Obsessive male reader

Content Warnings: Obsession, mention of rape, degrading names

Context: An old WIP inspired by my warped concept of love

You loved her. Just the thought of her had you leaking precum, making a mess in your pants. You loved her so fucking much that you hated her.

You wanted to revenge-fuck her for what she'd done to you. For the state just the thought of her left you in. You wanted her crying and begging you to stop because it hurt and you'd just keep fucking her until she's fucked too stupid to do anything but lay there and take it. You'd make her cum on your dick whether she liked it or not because that's exactly what a stupid slut like her deserved.

God she was so fucking perfect. You'd skip classes just to follow her her around the school, catching up on the recorded lectures later. Your cock would strain in your pants as you watched her, only ever from a distance. If you ever came too close to her, you might not be able to control yourself.

And you hated her for that. You hated how hard she made it to resist. How everything she did made you sick from butterflies. How you had to settle for your hand because she wouldn't understand how much you loved her.

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Content: Porn-addicted reader

Content Warnings: Compulsive masturbation

Context: Something I typed up during my absence

You touched yourself, hand rubbing your crotch over your clothes in hopes of getting your brain to respond with just a drop of dopamine, staring blankly at your phone in search of something to light that flame in your abdomen. You couldn't tell if your barely increased heart rate was due to the butterflies you could just barely feel fluttering in your stomach or your growing frustration at your inability to please yourself. If the underwhelming experience was doing anything, it was putting you to sleep. You had no interest in orgasm. You just needed the dopamine.

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Content: A little misunderstanding regarding Lucas's feelings about his boyfie in a skirt: Part 2

Content Warnings: N/A

Context: https://www.tumblr.com/satyric7nymph/755589204794376192/content-a-little-misunderstanding-regarding?source=share

It was a long work shift. Some spoiled mama's boy insisted Lucas personally follow him through the store and carry what he wanted instead of just grabbing a fucking basket as the mama in question talked shit about him on th the phone. Her son would ask him which compression shirt he'd look better in and she'd scoff at whatever Lucas picked and bitch about how long Lucas was taking to get her precious little fully-grown shit what they came in for. Lucas sighed as he unlocked the door to his house, locked it back behind him, and let himself collapse over the arm of the couch and land face-first into the cushions. "Lucas?" The voice of his partner was music to his ears. Quiet but stern and unwavering. "Hmm?" Lucas asked, raising his head as he rubbed at his face with a hand. "Is this a bad time?" He heard Jude ask. "A bad time for wha-" Lucas froze as he opened his eyes to find his partner standing across the room. "I figured I'd show you now rather than later so I could return it if needed." He asked, feeling his face get warm under Lucas's stare. "No it's-... you look nice." Lucas said, eyes wide and face flushed.

It was nothing special. Just a simple black skirt that stopped at the knee with a simple, white t-shirt and some socks that stopped over the ankle. But, with the way Lucas was looking at him, you would've thought it was some fancy ball gown lined with 24k gold.

Lucas hadn't realized how hard he had gotten until his body moved on its own to grind into the couch. Jude must've noticed it with the way he tugged the front of his shirt down, shaking Lucas from his spell. "A-ah, I- sorry." He apologized, face growing redder as he scrambled to sit up, grabbing a pillow to cover his hard-on and smiling sheepishly once he had gotten settled. The couch was too easy to grind against but this wasn't much better as he felt the pillow rub against him with the smallest movement. "You know what? I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick and then I'll get a good look at you when I come out." He excused himself as he stood, deciding it was better if he took the pillow with him. Jude placed himself between Lucas and the hallway leading to the bathroom. "I could... help you with that. If you want me to." Jude's voice trailed off as he avoided eye contact. He didn't need to see Lucas's face to know the look of fading restraint. A look that never failed to get him... he tugged at his shirt again. It wasn't long before Lucas caught on to why and, suddenly, he had made up his mind. Tossing the pillow to the side, he scooped Jude up into his arms and carried him to the couch. Jude didn't quite understand why he was the one sitting on the couch until Lucas kneeled between his legs, spreading them apart with his body. "Do you want a blowjob?" He asked, looking up at Jude who's flat expression had taken on an adorably embarrassed look before he nodded, too flustered to speak. Lucas pulled the atra's boxers out from the waistband of the skirt and pulled them down, leaving the skirt. "You look so... nice." He breathed, taking in the view. Jude cursed his dick for the way it visibly twitched under Lucas's gaze. Leaking pre-cum and as it stood uncovered by the light fabric it had pushed aside. And fuck was it throbbing. Jude let out a needy whine, bringing Lucas back down to Earth.

I started this last month and just ran out of steam for it. Not very eventful but I wanted to post it anyways just to get back into the swing of things.

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Bleh. Take this youtube thumbnail I took a screenshot of a couple of years ago

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Content: I fuck you while choking you.

Content Warnings: Strangulation, questionable consent, crying, animalistic, slight degradation.

Context: Something I started a while ago and forgot to finish

Your walls clenched around my cock as my hand clenched just as hard around your throat. The tension building up as your lungs beg for air matching the tension in my gut begging for release. The way you're desperately clawing at my arm, trying to get a breath of air is like how I've been desperately rutting against shit, trying to get off. Now you understand how I feel. How you've been making me feel.

"This is your fault."

My grip tightens around your neck.

"You did this. And you're going to take responsibility for it."

My sexual frustration turns into anger. You weren't just going to get away with doing this to me. Leaving me to rut all day while you were out doing whatever it was you did.

"Take it, take it, take it" I snarl into your ear as I pound into you. Your choked sobs tightening your core and fuck I think I'm gonna cum. You look like such a slut. Mascara running down your cheeks as I finish inside of you.

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Content: Trying to escape your depression through masturbation.

Content Warnings: Compulsive sexual behavior, slight degradation

Context: Taking inspiration from my depression again.

You touched yourself. Hand rubbing your crotch over your clothes in hopes of getting your brain to respond with just a drop of dopamine.

You stared blankly at your phone in search of something to light that flame in your abdomen. Unable to tell if your barely increased heart rate was due to the butterflies you could just barely feel fluttering in your stomach or your growing frustration at your inability to please yourself.

If the underwhelming experience was doing anything, it was putting you to sleep. You had no interest in orgasm. You just needed the dopamine. Nothing else satisfied you like the mind-numbing pleasue of creeping up on your orgasm and just holding yourself there. The thought made you throb slightly. The sudden sensation motivating you like a carrot on the end of a stick.

The realization causing a sense of hopelessness in you. Pathetic and at the mercy of your compulsion. A feeling of weakness that finally sent shivers through your spine.

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I feel like my ribcage is cracking beneath the weight of my depression

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What I'd give to have someone choking on my dick. Tears streaming down their cheeks and I pull out of their throat just as they're about to puke.

I'd give them a second to get themselves together before shoving their head down on it again.

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Content: F!reader spends her last moments being fucked by a stranger (me UwU)

Content Warnings: Non-consensual, implied murder, sadism, sneaking into "your" house.

Context: Just venting out some frustration.

I want to grab you by the waist with one hand and cover your mouth with the other while I fuck you. Letting you scream into my palm so that, when I lower my hand to match the other, your voice is too raw to cry out for help.

Go on, scream. Or do I need to gag you so I can fuck your voice out of you properly? ... That's a good girl.

I'd dig my nails into your skin as I use your love handles to pull you into each thrust. Making sure to fuck you too stupid to remember my face. I want to feel you tighten around my cock as I fuck you senseless.

I won't stop until I'm done with you so you better quit your bitching and take it. Or don't. Something about the way you cry is really starting to grow on me.

And to think it would've been your husband fucking you instead of me if one of you dumbasses hadn't left the window unlocked for me to creep in. Now his corpse is sitting in the corner watching you get railed by some stranger. What a cuck. Watching his wife cum on a stranger's cock. And she is gonna cum on it, isn't she? Say she is. Say you'll cum on my cock.

And, for being such a good girl, I'll let you cum on it raw so I can give you something of my own. That'll leave some evidence though and I can't have you walking around with evidence dripping down your thighs. Don't worry. I'll wash you up and give you and your husband a real nice burrial out back. How's that sound? It sounds good doesn't it? Say it sounds good. ... You're such a good girl.

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Extrasexual, Supersexual or Megasexual Pride Post

As a person who has always had an unusual interest in sex and sexuality, and a high sex drive to match…I’ve often felt othered by my peers and culturally pressured to suppress that aspect of myself. In fact, the stigmatization is so bad it took me almost 30 years to notice that all the words we have to talk about highly sexual people are exclusively for disordered sexuality. This led me to work on creating an identity and flag for people like me, who are highly sexual, but not in a way that negatively impacts life. Flag Meaning Green represents consent, communication and respect. It takes up the most space, and is in the center because consent is the foundation of healthy sexuality. Purple represents sensuality, intimacy and vulnerability Warm pink represents physicality, carnality and play Black represents support for risk-aware consensual kink exploration FAQ

What is extrasexual and what is supersexual? Megasexual?? The terms can be used interchangeably. A supersexual, extrasexual or megasexual person is someone who is highly sexual, but not in a way that is causing them distress or damaging their life. This is contrasted with hypersexuality, which is a medical term meant for people who have a disordered relationship with their high sex drive. Extrasexual people can be slutty, or desire to be slutty, or they may just hold sex and sexuality as a hyper-fixation. If sex is such an important part of your life that demonization of sex negatively impacts you: this identity may be for you. Isn’t that just ‘horny’? While it’s true that extrasexual, supersexual or megasexual people are often horny, the word horny is not an identity, it’s a feeling. As such, people of all identities, (even some ace people) can feel horny. Extrasexuality, megasexuality and supersexuality are terms exclusively for people with a much higher than average sex drive or interest in sex/sexuality.

Why do these identities need to exist? First, to combat stigma. The stigmatization of sex and the people who are passionate about sex in our culture is often so pervasive that it’s invisible. It’s easier to bring attention and respect to these issues if we have terms that people can take seriously. Second, to create community. It’s useful to have terms and a flag to rally under, so people who have suffered in similar ways can connect and offer each other the kind of support you can only get from people who understand your experience directly.

Are extrasexual, supersexual and/or megasexual 'queer’? Are we doing LGBTQIAES+ now??? No. Though many queer people are also extrasexual/supersexual, having a high sex drive alone is not enough to warrant inclusion under those labels. While extrasexual, megasexual and supersexual people experience stigma and shame for who they are, that shame is not rooted in homophobia. The communities can support one another effectively as allies.

What ways are extrasexual/supersexual/megasexual people stigmatized? To begin with, many of the world’s largest religions mandate modesty, chastity and sexual purity. Women in particular are considered heathens or sinners for engaging in perfectly consensual and safe sex, especially outside of marriage. All throughout human history women have been stoned to death, burned alive and otherwise killed in the name of sexual purity. Even today, many women feel extreme shame about their own bodies, and guilt for enjoying sex.

Men are often expected to be extrasexual, even when they are not. They’re pressure to pursue sex in unhealthy and coersive ways in order to establish social standing. As a result, men who are extrasexual may be rewarded if they are considered conventionally attractive and socially intelligent in their social circles. For extrasexual men who are not considered conventionally attractive, or live with nuerodivergency like autism however, are likely to be considered inherently predatory if they even mention sex. Sexuality has also been legally controlled in a myriad of ways, from the criminalization of sex work, to decency laws controlling what types of bodies can even appear in porn. 

Aren’t overly sexual people dangerous? Anyone, regardless of their personal relationship with sex can violate consent. Consent is especially important when it comes to the topic of sex and sexuality because bodies are highly personal to us. While sex has the potential to be a very intimate and bonding experience, it’s that same vulnerability that can create risk. Many people have had experiences where their bodies were not respected, and as a result have been hurt or now live with trauma. Being extrasexual/supersexual/megasexual is NEVER an excuse not to respect consent. That’s why the color green, representing consent, is in the center of the extrasexual/supersexual/megasexual pride flag, and also takes up the most space. It’s the absolute foundation of a strong community that prioritizes reducing harm.

Sadly, it’s the stigmatization of sex that has led people to feel afraid to have the open dialogues that are required for creating a strong consent culture. It’s led people to feel ashamed to seek help when something has happened to them.  https://www.consent.academy/book.html is an invaluable resource on how we can work together to build a consent culture that works for everyone, supersexual/extrasexual/megasexual or otherwise.

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Choking Safety

I've been seeing some kind of scare-mongering type posts going around about choking during sex, so I wanted to address how to approach choking in a safe way. Choking is not a 0 risk activity, but it is also not so dangerous that you will just randomly die either. Anyone who does martial arts will confirm that thousands of teenagers are being successfully trained to choke each other safely (for self defense) every day! There's no reason you can't learn to do it too.

First you should be familiar with some basic anatomy of the neck and throat:

The carotid veins on both sides of the neck and the trachea/windpipe in the center are the most important things to be aware of. If you want to enjoy the psychological element of having someone's hands around your neck with relatively little risk, you can do "choking" play that avoids putting any pressure on those arteries or the trachea. As with all choking play, safety is highest when both parties are fully sober. I'm not actually sure if there are people out there who are into having the windpipe or trachea blocked. This tends to hurt like fuck and cause an autonomic choking response. You'll know if you went too far center because generally the bottom will be like "WTH". I don't know if there is a way to do this play safely or not as I don't have experience with it. It probably carries some risk of the trachea collapsing which would be a hospital trip for sure. Most choking play is done with the intention of cutting off the blood supply to the brain by applying pressure to both the left and right carotid arteries. This type of choking is not really "breath play" because of the way it works (though many people refer to it that way.) This creates a pleasant light headed feeling, but is also where the higher risk comes in. It often doesn't take long for a person to lose consciousness once these arteries are blocked, often less than 10 seconds. Sometimes getting completely choked out is the goal, sometimes not. Either way, the top has to pay very very careful attention to every aspect of their bottom's body language. Once you realize that a person has lost consciousness, the choking must stop immediately. Because of this: the most dangerous way to do this kind of play is alone. (hence all the auto-erotic asphyxiation deaths you hear about) It goes without saying that intoxication also dramatically increases the risks. It's not recommended to lose consciousness this way on a regular basis. It's just not good for your brain to repeatedly go through, especially in rapid succession. Generally, the more time spaced out between this type of play: the better. Though some people may have medical conditions that make the risk higher, as long as you stop choking when you reach the desired headspace, this play is approachable. Anyone who's REALLY into the idea but feels unsure or scared, I highly recommend taking a few martial arts classes. MMA guys do this to each other all the time! For sports! The key is just stopping at the right time. There are two main ways to go about blocking the carotid arteries. The main one used in martial arts and self defense is the rear naked choke.

This type of choke is incredible effective at choking someone out quickly and easily. The forearm and the bicep are squeezing each artery until the desired effect is achieved. The risk here is how quickly it works in combination with not being able to have a visual on your bottom's facial response. When someone loses consciousness they will go limp and begin twitching somewhat. This is normal, and you should stop immediately if you notice those signs. The more common method of choking play during sex is what looks more like typical choking. Facing your partner, using both hands.

You want to find the arteries with both hands, and use the meat at the base of your thumbs to apply gradually increasing pressure upwards towards your partner's head. You can keep the thumbs tucked to avoid accidental pressure on the windpipe. (Though this is not required so long as you remember not to apply pressure to the windpipe.) This type of play has a few safety benefits. First, you can see your partner's face so it's more obvious when you can see they've hit a headspace that is desirable. Additionally, it's just a little more difficult to find the arteries and push up on them correctly. If your goal is to get a little light headed without losing consciousness, this is more easily accomplished with this type of choke. However, losing consciousness is still a risk and both partners being fully alert will ensure the lowest risk environment. I know choking play is incredibly popular, even 'vanilla' people participate in this type of play on a regular basis without really knowing the technical details. Most of them don't get seriously hurt...but knowing what you're actually doing with risky play is a base component of risk aware consensual kink. Anyway I hope people find this helpful! Happy choking!!

[satyric7nymph]

Content: A little misunderstanding regarding Lucas's feelings about his boyfie in a skirt: Part 1

Content Warnings: N/A

Context: I ran out of steam near the end and lost the motivation to finish. I'll make a part 2 at some point.

Lucas had been distant for the past few days. Ever since Jude asked him how he'd look in a skirt, it's been as if there was a sort of bubble around him that he was determined to stay out of. Jude knew skirts were usually a “girl thing” but he was curious. Especially since Lucas seemed to really enjoy seeing them. He'd never admit it but Jude could tell. Whenever Lucas saw a woman in a skirt, it was like how an animal's ears perked up when something caught their attention. The only difference would be that it was Jude wearing the piece of fabric instead of a woman. A difference Jude didn't think Lucas would care too much about but apparently he was wrong. Lucas responded with a “You'd look nice.” and hadn't looked at him longer than a second since.

“Lucas, would you rather be with a woman?” Jude suddenly asked while accompanying his partner on one of his smokes on the back porch. “... What?” Lucas asked, glancing at Jude before quickly shifting his gaze to look just over the atra's shoulder. “Would you rather be with a woman?” Jude repeated himself. “N-no?” Lucas answered, confused. “Do you wish I was a woman?” Jude asked. “No?” Lucas answered, now looking directly at Jude for what felt like the first time in months. Jude felt heat rise up into his face as the roles were reversed and it was him who couldn't bring himself to look at Lucas. “Have you… lost interest in me?” He asked, suddenly uncomfortable under the gaze he had missed so badly. “Of course not. Where's this coming from?” Lucas's cold shoulder melted almost instantly with a warmth that caught Jude off guard. “Do you dislike the idea of me wearing a skirt?” Jude asked. Face hot with embarrassment. “No, I just-” Lucas took a step back. “I think you'd look nice in a skirt.” He murmured, turning his face away. “Then why haven't you been able to look at me since I asked about it?” Jude's shyness gave way to frustration. Lucas bit at the butt of his cigarette before letting out a sigh. “Jude, is it ok if I show you something?” He asked. Turning just enough to catch Jude out of the corner of his eye, holding the cigarette in a way that covered the lower half of his face with his hand. Jude didn't say anything verbally but he would've made it clear if his answer had been a no. Lucas took a drag before letting out the smoke in a breath of anxious irritation. “You have to close your eyes first. I'm gonna have you feel something.” He pussyfooted. Jude shot him a look before doing as Lucas said. He felt the man gently grab his wrist and lightly guide it. He heard some shifting before Lucas's voice. “You ready?” The man asked. Jude nodded, heart pounding in anticipation. He trusted Lucas but couldn't dull his senses down. Like a cat with its fur sticking upright. He didn't know what he expected but almost jumped when the almost of his hand made contact with something solid. An outline of something protruding from what felt like denim. “You feel that?” Lucas's breath was raspy as he guided the atra's hand up its length. Jude nodded. Is this his- “You can open your eyes now.” Lucas breathed. Jude's suspicion was confirmed as he opened his eyes to see the palm of his hand cupping Lucas's crotch. “I didn't wanna make you feel like- you had to wear something you didn't wanna wear just to please me.” Lucas struggled to keep his composure as he spoke. “But I think you'd look really, really nice in a skirt.” He shuddered. The light brush of Jude's hand making his cock twitch visibly in his pants as every fiber of his being begged for more.

Jude swallowed the drool that had started to collect in his mouth as he held Lucas's member. He had never wanted anything down his throat more. Lucas let go of Jude's wrist once he felt the atra pull away. “S-sorry.” He apologized, assuming it was out of discomfort. “I shouldn't've done that without telling you first. ‘M sorry. I wasn't thinking. You just make me so-” Lucas started to ramble as Jude pushed him back enough to stand. “Lucas.” He interrupted. “Sit down.” He said.