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Safesign # 5??

I love soft boys eheh

Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4

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GAGS

Gags are used to muffle moans, stifle screams, and ensure your bratty sub can't talk back. They provide feelings of vulnerability, helplessness, humiliation, frustration, submission and more.

There are many different types of gags with different purposes.

Ball gags

Pros: Easier to find, can be cheaper, more drooling, very muffled speech.

Cons: Can be much harder on the jaw, can be dangerous for those with a sensitive gag reflex.

Bit gags

Pros: More comfortable, good for beginners and those with jaw problems, improved ability to breathe.

Cons: Does not entirely muffle speech, can be harder to find.

Dildo gags

Pros: Useful tool for humiliation and those who love blowjobs.

Cons: Higher gagging risk.

Scarfs

Pros: No choking risk, machine washable, works well for people with jaw problems.

Cons: Does not provide the same mental feeling as other gags, can be dangerous if used incorrectly.

Duct tape gags

Pros: Very accessible, visual appeal for those wanting to look captured.

Cons: Risk of damaging skin, not reusable.

O ring/spider gags

Pros: Holds the mouth open, produces the most drooling of any gag.

Cons: Much harder to find, more uncomfortable.

Make sure to check the measurements before you buy a gag to be sure it will be comfortable and won't hurt your jaw. If you're a beginner you shouldn't wear a gag too often or for more than 20 minutes for risk of injuring your jaw. As you become more experienced you can use them more and for longer.

Keep in mind that leather straps dig into the skin less than rubber ones and silicone is best because it's easier to clean and doesn't have a risk of chipping your teeth if you bite down too hard unlike plastic or metal.

With most gags you won't be able to use a verbal safeword, i have a post about safewords and safesigns, link in my highlights, if you need inspiration for safesigns to use.

Gags can also interfere with breathing and have a choking risk so it's important you never leave a gagged person alone especially if they're tied up. Some people are unable to swallow while wearing a gag and if put in the wrong position can suffocate on their own saliva so make sure if the person is unable to swallow that they are upright or that their face is pointed at the floor.

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The Look - Chapter Four

AN: Welcome to my (late) week 4 entry to @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer and the last part of this PWP story 😀.  It also serves as my fill for July’s BaBB. Time for the performance! Find chapter 3 here if you need to catch up!

Much love goes to @kingofsorrow20 for their cheer-reading and beta-ing. Kisses!

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Summary: Joaquín hopes that he can make his boyfriend and Dom proud as he’s put on display for the first time at the kink club.

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Joaquín Torres

Word Count: 3.5k

CW: Mean Dom Bucky Barnes, Sweet Sub Joaquín Torres, Exhibitionism, D/S Scene, Sub Space, Kneeling, Fucking Machine, Blow Jobs, Face Fucking, Edging, Stranger Sex, Blindfold, Cream Pie, Facials, Bukkake, Squirting, Aftercare, Feelings Realisation, Unexpectedly soft ending.

Bingos and Challenges:

HBS - Week 4 - A for Audience

BaBB July - Bukkake

Joaquín was nervous as he followed Bucky across the parking lot and into the club. Nervous, but also excited. He was ready for this. Bucky had already checked several times that he still wanted to do this as well as double checking his safeword and safesigns.

He couldn’t wait to get started and had been horny all day just from thinking about it. This state of excitement had not been helped by the fact that Bucky hadn’t touched him for more than a hug and a (for them) chaste kiss, let alone fucked him, in almost a week. His boyfriend had also made it clear that he wasn’t allowed to touch himself either.

This morning, when he’d woken up tangled around Bucky as usual, he could feel how heavy his balls were. How they ached. He wasn’t used to going this long without them being emptied anymore. Some moments of denial in the last few days had been agony, that was until, prompted by his pathetic, needy whimper after they broke apart from a kiss, Bucky revealed to Quín that he was saving all of his cum too. Saving it all for Quín to take in front of his adoring audience. He’d popped a boner so hard, right then and there, that he’d been worried he was going to come in his shorts. However, a few deep breaths and a couple of tugs to his swollen balls had helped to stave it off. Sleep had not been easy that night though. However, all of that self-restraint was about to pay off. 

Stopping inside the doors to the club, Bucky paid the entry fee and then they moved through the security door into the bar area, Bucky steering him with a hand in the small of his back.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Bucky whispered in his ear, a note of concern still lacing his voice.

With a smile, Quín tilted his head up to look Bucky in the eye. “I’m as okay now as the last four times you asked, Buck.”

Bucky’s left brow shot up into his hairline and his lips twitched, “So you’re a brat now? Good to know. Do you want a drink first, or do you want to go and get changed?”

Quín ducked his head again, his fingers playing with the belt loops of his figure hugging jeans. “Can I get changed and then we come back here for a drink? Then people can see me before we get started.”

“You want all these people to notice you, don’t you?” Bucky asked, his voice dropping lower as his hand slid down to grab a handful of Quín’s ass. “You want a big audience, cooing over how much of a good boy you are?”

Quín sucked his lower lip between his teeth and nodded at Bucky’s statement. He could feel the tingle of arousal building between his legs with each passing second. At his bashful agreement, Bucky chuckled. “Okay then, baby, let’s get you ready.”

They walked through to the locker room and Quín peeled his clothes away, changing into a pair of black lace panties. He ran his hands over his hips, loving the feel of the fabric. Fuck, he was already half hard, the tip of his cock threatening to pop over the waistband. He then made the mistake of looking over at Bucky. Double fuck, he thought as he took in the sight of Bucky wearing a skin tight black henley, his leather gloves and what could only be described as leather booty shorts that hugged his bulge in a way that was frankly pornographic. Damn.

Seeming oblivious to the effect his outfit was having, Bucky looked back at him, a soft smile on his lips. “You ready for your audience, baby?”

More than ready to fully slip into their roles, Joaquín answered with a “Yes, Sarge,” fighting back his own smile as he saw a shiver roll down Bucky’s spine at the honorific. 

His Dom recovered quickly, though, taking a step closer and tipping Quín’s chin up with a finger. “In that case, you will now follow behind me unless explicitly told something else. Your hands are to be clasped, and you’ll keep your head down. You will speak only when spoken to by me, or another Dom. Do you understand?” 

Bucky’s gaze was steely, matching the colour of his eyes and Quín had to fight the urge to just drop his knees right there in the locker room. Instead he just answered once more with “Yes, Sarge.”

Without another word, Bucky strode away, towards the door, but stopped a few feet from it, looking back at Quín over his shoulder, an eyebrow arched at him once more. Suddenly realising what was expected of him, Quín trotted over and opened the door, holding it wide so Bucky could walk through it with ease. As he passed by, Bucky trailed a leather-clad hand down Quín’s chest, purring out “Good boy.” Now it was Quín’s turn to shiver.

As they stepped out of the locker room, Joaquín dropped into step behind Bucky, his gaze downcast as ordered, but all that meant was that his entire view was taken up by an unimpeded view of Bucky’s leather encased ass. How his dick wasn’t fully out of his panties and waving around like a flag pole, he had no idea.

Bucky stopped when he reached the bar, leaning over nonchalantly and ordering two sodas. While waiting for the drinks to be made, he turned to lean his back on the bar, looking around. Quín looked up at him from the corner of his eye, feeling a bit awkward - unsure of how or where he should stand. However, as if somehow reading his mind, Bucky shifted, snapping the fingers of his left hand and pointing to the floor. Quín immediately sank to his knees by his side, sitting on his heels and leaning his head against Bucky’s thigh.

He immediately started to relax, finding the feel of the rough hair of Bucky’s leg against his cheek grounding. He had the sudden urge to rub his face against his boyfriend like a cat, but quickly squashed it - now was probably not the time for that. When a glass of soda appeared in his view, he carefully accepted it with slightly trembling hands and took small sips, still pressed to Bucky’s side.

As he let himself start to sink into that fluffy headspace, he saw some other feet draw near - one pair in a set of patent black stiletto boots and a second a few steps behind that were bare like his. From the size he guessed they were both women, but didn’t risk the ire of his Dom by raising his eyes. The owner of the stilettos started to talk to Bucky, but despite the fact that it wasn’t all that noisy, Quín didn’t really make out what she said - he was too relaxed and fuzzy to tune in.

Those first two pairs of feet moved away, but others appeared - some in boots, some in polished loafers and others bare. Quín could hear the deep bass rumble of Bucky’s voice and could feel it sending him further down. It took all of his concentration to take sips from his drink, the cold bubbles bursting sweetly on his tongue. It therefore came as a bit of a shock when he felt Bucky’s hand clamp down on his shoulder before he crouched down in front of him, locking gazes. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

Such a short sentence, but one that felt so laden. So heavy, yet also so freeing. Joaquín knew his eyes were staring wide and that he was so full of want that Bucky would have to be blind not to read it on his face, but he still stuttered out a ‘yes, Sarge’. He knew Bucky well enough that his boyfriend would call this whole thing to a halt if he couldn’t verbally articulate his consent. With that given, Bucky helped him to his feet, taking the almost empty glass from his hand and placing it on the bar. Then, to steady him, Bucky tucked Quín’s arm into the crook of his own and led him back into the play area.

With an equal mix of excitement and trepidation, Joaquín walked alongside Bucky into the dungeon. There was already a group of people congregating and some of the subs were on all fours, providing seats for their Doms, but Quín’s gaze was quickly caught by what else was in the room.

A fucking machine. Just as they’d discussed.

He felt his legs tremble and cock throb in equal measure.

Bucky drew them to a halt in front of the machine, and turned to face Quín, taking hold of his chin in his leather grip and lifting his head to once again meet his gaze. “You’re gonna suck me,” he stated. “You’re gonna show these lovely people just how good that mouth of yours can be, and then I’m gonna prep you, and get this lovely machine working. You’re going to be a good boy and follow my instructions, the main one being that you don’t cum until I tell you. Do you understand, baby?”

Joaquín gulped. “Yes, Sarge.” The two words didn’t really feel as though they covered everything he wanted to say, but he knew that Bucky the Dom didn’t want any elaboration.

“And,” Bucky continued, “maybe, if you’re a good little slut and someone wants to, I’ll let them fuck your face while this machine fucks your ass.”

At that statement, Quín’s vision blurred as his brain glitched and he knew  that the lace on the front of his panties was soaked through. He couldn’t hold back his enthusiastic and needy response. “I’ll be good. I’ll be the best boy, Sarge.”

Bucky grinned an evil, condescending smile and gripped Quín’s chin harder, shaking his head about a little. “I’m sure you’ll try. Now, kneel.”

Quín didn’t need to be told twice. He dropped so hard that he’d probably have bruises on his knees tomorrow, but he didn’t care - he gave into all the instincts he’d be suppressing since they got changed. He rubbed his face against Bucky’s leather covered bulge before licking at it, wetting the fabric until it glistened in the low light. He drowned himself in that aphroditic scent of Bucky’s own musk combined with leather, going dizzy from it, until his hands finally came up and pulled Bucky’s cock free.

He took hold of it and licked it from root to tip before taking it between his lips. Now he was here, acting out his fantasy and pleasuring Bucky, his thoughts were confirmed - the fact that there were people watching him didn’t bother him one iota. He felt amazing. They were witnessing not only how much of a good boy he was, but also how much he loved Bucky, even if they didn’t know it. 

As he licked and sucked and stroked his Dom - his boyfriend - the rest of the world seemed to melt away. All there was was the feel of Bucky. The taste of him. The smell. However, moments later, Bucky was pulling away and confusion reigned momentarily before Quín remembered what was going to happen next.

“All fours, baby,” Bucky commanded. “Do you want a blindfold?”

Did he ever! “Please,” Quín answered with a breathy whimper, and from out of nowhere - but probably from down the side of the fucking machine - Bucky grabbed the piece of black satin and slipped it over his eyes.

Another thrill went through him. He could no longer see Bucky, but could tell how close he was from the warm breath by his ear. Bucky’s hand stroked his ass over the lace of his panties before slipping underneath and tapping a gloved finger over his dry hole. An involuntary squeak of anticipation left Quín’s throat, eliciting a dark chuckle from his lover.

Bucky removed his hand and Joaquín focussed on the sounds around him. There were the whispers of the people watching - their breathing and the odd cough, but what he was waiting for was the telling creak of leather on leather - Bucky taking off his right glove - followed by the click of  a plastic cap. His breath hitched in his throat as Bucky tugged down his panties. “You remember your safe sign?” he whispered and Quín tapped his hand against the floor three times. “Good boy. Now, chest down and hold yourself open for us all.”

Doing as he was told, and even knowing what was going to happen next, Quín still sucked in a sharp breath when the cold lube connected with his rim. “No need to be quiet, baby boy,” Bucky drawled. “All these good people are here to hear you as well as see you.” Then, just to make sure Joaquín got the point, Bucky pressed his finger against Quín’s hole, pulling a loud groan from him as the tip of it popped in. 

What followed was a perfunctory prepping, Bucky’s fingers stretching him out, but avoiding his prostate. While Quín appreciated the reason, he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed - he loved the way Bucky normally teased and tortured him before fucking him into sweet oblivion. However, that feeling dissipated when Bucky removed his fingers and started to breach him with the dildo that he knew was attached to the machine. While it wasn’t as big as Bucky, if he was going to be fuck by it for a while, it was probably a good idea it was of a more reasonable size. 

Bucky kindly started the machine off at a mild pace, increasing the speed slowly while rubbing his hand up and down Quín’s spine as he gasped and moaned with abandon. Then, even though he was expecting it, just as his orgasm started to swell within him, the machine suddenly slowed right back down. An unrestrained mewl of disappointment filled the air. Bucky just chuckled “No coming, sweetheart. Not yet. Now, do you want to suck a cock?”

Trying not to wriggle and fuck himself back on the dildo, Quín nodded. “Yes, Sarge. Please.”

“What if it’s not mine?” Bucky asked.

It wasn’t much of a trap - Quín knew Bucky wouldn’t be that mean, but even so, he gave a bit of thought before answering. “I’ll suck whichever cock you tell me to, Sarge.”

“Well aren’t you perfect, sweetheart.” The smile in Bucky’s voice was audible, at least to him.

Although Quín didn’t hear Bucky say anything else, there must have been some prearranged signal, because a moment later there was a cock nudging against his lips. He opened his mouth, letting the stranger in, and while it was odd, sucking a cock that wasn’t Bucky’s, there was also something freeing about it. He took his time to learn the shape of it, the texture, and how his licks and sucks made the owner moan and twitch. In fact he was so engrossed in it that he almost forgot about the fucking machine until Bucky sped it back up, jolting him forward and making him gag on his mouthful. At that point the owner of the cock took over, fucking themselves into Quín’s face, grunting, with their balls slapping against Quín’s chin.

However, just like Bucky, they didn’t allow themselves to come in Quín’s mouth, withdrawing before they got to the point of no return and leaving him momentarily bereft, until another took its place. This one was shorter, but fatter, stretching Quín’s lips out and making him feel thoroughly used. He moaned wantonly, but that was apparently the signal for Bucky to slow the machine down again, denying him another orgasm.

The cycle repeated. Cocks withdrawing before their final release. The machine speeding up, until he was on a knife edge, and then slowing back down again. Quín lost count of both until his body was trembling and his throat was raw. The machine stopped. The cocks, both real and silicone, left him. He felt empty and unfulfilled. A pair of hands, one bare and one covered in leather cupped his face and he realised he was crying. “Sarge…” he choked out, but was cut off when the leather hand left his face and a spank landed on his ass.

“Did I tell you to speak?”  

He shook his head, more tears falling “No, Sarge”

“But you were feeling needy, weren’t ‘cha?” Bucky cooed, and, fuck, did the mocking tone do something to Joaquín’s insides. 

“Yes, Sarge,” he replied, trying not to sniff.

“D’ya need something more? Tell me, baby. What do you need?”

Quín tipped his head up, even though his view was still blocked by the satin blindfold. “You, Sarge. Need you, please.”

“You’ve had me, sweetheart. You forgotten already? Such a dumb boy.”

His neediness winning out, Joaquín couldn’t hold back his shout. “I need you to fuck me!” 

Crack!

Another harsh spank to his ass. “Sarge!” he added, hoping to appease his Dom. It either worked, or Bucky was feeling benevolent, because instead of another smack, he moved round him, from his head to his ass, placing a hand on each cheek. 

There was a moment of silence, which Quín imagined was Bucky taking in the sight of his whole, gaping and dripping with lube. “In that case…” Bucky didn’t even finish his sentence, before sheathing himself in Quín with one thrust.

Quín screamed! His body jerked and juddered and his fingers clawed at the floor beneath him. Bucky was punching at his prostate and he was so close…

“Sarge,” he pleaded. “I… I… Please!”

“Wait!” came the barked response. “Five…”

His lips started to tremble and his nostrils flared as he dragged in a deep breath.

“Four…” Bucky continued his onslaught, using Quín like a cocksleeve, fucking him roughly. “Three…”

Quín’s hands curled into fists as his arms gave out and his chest met the floor again.

“Two…”

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease,” he muttered quietly.

“One!” Bucky announced. “Come, baby. Come on my cock. Now.”

Like the air rushing out of a pricked balloon, Quín felt his cum erupting from the head of his cock and splatter against his chest as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through him. His body was boneless, and he knew the only reason he wasn’t a puddle on the floor was because of the almost cruel grip Bucky had on his hips as he continued to fuck him like a man posessed.

“Take. Off. The. Mask” Bucky commanded between thrusts, and somehow Quín got his limp arms to obey, pushing the blindfold up and off his eyes to rest on the top of his head.

He was surrounded. The audience had moved in closer, people jacking their cocks or rubbing at their clits. Despite how wrung out he felt, Quín’s soft cock gave a twitch as he realised what was going to happen. The chain reaction was set off when Bucky gave out a roar, his orgasm taking him over as he filled Joaquín’s ass to the brim. The first cock’s load hit him in the shoulder and he turned his head, eyes closed and tongue out to accept the rest of it, then somebody grabbed him by the hair, steering his head round to accept the next load. Bucky pulled out of him slowly, and Quín melted onto the floor with a groan, rolling onto his back. He peeked out from between his eyelids as one of the women straddled his waist, crouched and squirted all over his abs and another man shot his cum over his chest.

Once each participating member of the audience met their peak they then moved away and the dungeon slowly emptied, until it was just Quín and Bucky left. Quín lay on the floor, panting, staring up at the ceiling as his heart thudded in his chest and his brain tried to stop its inevitable slide out of his ears.

“S-sarge?” He flexed his hand and it was immediately clasped by Bucky.

“Hey, sweetheart. It’s just us here now. It’s just me.” Quín turned his head, the room spinning slightly and he grinned up at his boyfriend.

“Buck,” he hiccuped and Bucky smiled broadly back.

“Shh. It’s alright. You just enjoy the high. I’ll get you cleaned up in a minute” Bucky carefully brushed a sticky lock of hair back from his brow. “You were so perfect, you know that? Fuck! I love you so much, baby.” Quín’s heart flipped in his chest as he watched Bucky’s eyes widen as he realised what he said. “I love you,” Bucky repeated quietly to himself as if he was trying to get used to the feel of the words in his mouth. Then, “I fucking love you, Joaquín Torres,” and Bucky was kissing him, despite the amount of strange cum sticking to his cheeks.

Joaquín lost himself to it until his body started to shiver from the relative coolness of the room. Bucky must have felt it because he pulled away and then scooped him up, bridal style. “Let’s get you to the shower and then wrapped up in a big towel, and then I’m taking you home to sleep. Then tomorrow, I’m gonna continue telling you how much I love you.”

Quín slid a hand up to cup Bucky’s face and tangle his fingers in the short tufts of hair.

“I love you, too.”

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Reiju introducing the importance of safewords/safesigns to 124ji. At first, they scoff/roll their eyes or anything like that because why would *they* have to use it?

But then, each one of them used it on separate occasions, and Reiju immediately stops what they were doing and makes sure they're okay.

Oh I like this concept!! Reiju realizes how reckless and careless they are, how they have no regard for each other's and their own safety, and deems if she's ever going to teach them respect and boundaries this is a good a chance as any

She has to start from the basics, explain to them they don't need to do something just because someone else told them too, it's ok to have things they don't like or just don't want to do for whatever reason. And of course they roll their eyes, they have no concept of likes and dislikes, so why should this matter

But then they start thinking, there are some scenarios they're not that confident in, some touches that don't feel that good, and with reiju there they feel safe enough to voice their concerns for the first time

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(Not so) typical (kind of) hardcore (absolutely not) casual sex

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/02FYWzw by niezjadajmnie "I don't want your excuses. Not right now." Dean straddles the angel, grinding his hips against him. He feels Cass get hard under him, bulging in his pants. His own boner is pretty obvious, the outline clearly visible though his pj's. "Tell me you're sorry, make it up to me, and promise to never disappear for so long again. In that order." Words: 3877, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Gay Sex, Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Light Bondage, Dreams, Wet & Messy, Bottom Dean Winchester, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Top Castiel (Supernatural), Deepthroating, Dean Winchester Misses Castiel, Unexpected Visitors, mentioning Sam Winchester during sex, Don't Ask, mention of safesigning, Safe Sane and Consensual, brief aftercare, Caring Castiel (Supernatural), Bruises read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/02FYWzw

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

A Hard Day's Night - Part Four

Summary: Your weekend plans with August threaten to fall apart when it turns out he's been under quite a lot of stress...

Series warnings: SMUT - NSFW, 18+ - Minors DNI! ,

througout - D/s, Male!Dom, Fem!sub, praise kink, use of pet names

part specific - Masturbation (f), fingering, oral (m+f receiving), deepthroating, p in v sex, unprotected sex (be smarter, y'all), slight voyeurism, size kink? if you squint when the planets are aligned..., some angst, use of safeword (Part 4: see A/N for info)

Pairing: August Walker x Fem!Reader (no y/n)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Word count: 1.6k

Part Four warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), use of pet names, deepthroating, use of safeword (see A/N)

A/N: So, when I say 'use of safeword' I mean the following: She squeezes his leg to signal that he needs to let go of her head. He does. I've never personally considered it a safeword (safesignal?), but I figured I'd tag it as such just in case?

“On your knees, princess.” His orders sparked another surge of scalding heat between your legs, and you couldn’t do anything but heed his request. You all but dropped to your knees as he laid back slightly and made room for you between his legs again. “I want you to suck my cock, baby, can you do that for me?” At this point, you hardly even remembered what words were, let alone how to use them, so you just hummed and nodded while you moved even closer. August swiftly freed his cock from the confines of his trousers and stroked it a few times before taking your face into his other hand and bringing himself to your lips. He smiled, as he always did when he found himself in this position. One time, you’d dared to ask him why, and he had answered that you always looked a little scared before you took him into your mouth, and he enjoyed it. Apparently, this time was no different. And you were always a little scared - he was big, and despite proving the contrary on numerous occasions, you were always afraid that it simply wouldn’t fit. Another thing he enjoyed about seeing you like this, was the fact that you always looked up at him, eyes all wide and innocent-looking. This time, you bit your bottom lip for good measure, and as soon as you let go of it, the tip of his cock touched your lips. 

“Open up, sweetheart,” he murmured, and you opened your mouth and let your tongue slip out so you could taste him. A heated sigh escaped from August’s lips as you licked the head of his cock, circling it with your tongue a few times, until you finally wrapped your lips around him. Your hand reached for the base and, as always, your hands weren’t big enough to fully surround his girth. You could feel his pulse in your hand, and for a moment you thought he got even harder. While sucking gently, you started moving your head. First, you heard a moan, and then profanities spilled from him, along with sweet, encouraging words that made your cheeks glow and your core burn. “Fuck, that’s it, babygirl.” He groaned loudly; the sound came from deep within his chest, dark and uncontrolled. A hand found its way to the back of your head, where it entwined itself in your hair, and you were taken a little by surprise at how much you liked it. He did not force your head down, he just held you as you worked his cock further and further into your mouth.

“You’re doing so well, princess, taking me like that.” August lost control when you started moving your hand and mouth together, working his length with long strokes as he rolled his hips to meet your movements. After some time, he used his free hand to grab the one you had on his cock and pull it away. “No hands, baby, just keep going, okay?” He was no longer speaking; he was stammering. “Fuck, you’re making me feel so good.” The words came out of his mouth in a hoarse, breathy voice, between ragged breaths and the occasional moan. You happily obliged; your heart burned with pride every time he made a sound, and the affection in his eyes when he complimented you made you clench your thighs. His hand caressed your face and he looked into your eyes. 

“A little more, come on,” he whispered - it almost sounded like he was begging. At first, you didn’t understand what he was asking - or you simply wouldn’t believe that you did understand what he was asking - but when you felt the slight pressure on the back of your head, you panicked. August caught on quickly and let go of your hair. “Shh, don’t be scared, baby,” his words were interrupted by another grunt, “I know you can do it.” His encouragement was all you needed to want nothing more than for this to work. Slowly, you moved further down until every inch of his cock was in your mouth. “Well done, sweetheart.” Waves of pride coursed through you at the sound of his praise. He gently placed his hand on the back of your head again and held your head in place. His other hand reached for your arm and put your hand on his thigh.

“Squeeze if I need to let go, okay?” You hummed, careful not to move your head. The vibrations it caused in your throat made him moan. “Fuck, you’re taking such good care of me, princess,” he spoke softly and affectionately, but his voice was restrained. You knew that he was holding himself back - your best guess was that he wouldn’t mind tightening his grip on your head and fucking your throat until you cried. “Such a good girl for me,” he moaned, “and so fucking pretty with my cock down your throat like this.” His thighs twitched and you felt him move deep inside your mouth. For a second, panic tore through you, for speaking was out of the question, and he was still holding your head. Just before it got the better of you, you hummed and, as per August’s earlier instruction, dug your fingers into his leg. Immediately, the grip on your hair disappeared and you pulled away from him, gasping for air. He dragged you up effortlessly and pulled you onto his lap, holding you against his chest as you caught your breath. Burrowed safely in his strong embrace, you allowed his warm voice to calm you down.

“That was amazing, you did such a good job,” he reassured you as he stroked your hair. 

Once you had calmed down again, you began to squirm in his lap. The little recess had caused him to relax, but your wanton movement hardened him beneath you immediately. It was not so that his soft caresses were not enjoyable - they most certainly were - but it felt wrong for him to be taking care of you right now. After all, that was what you had set out to do for him. 

“What’s the matter, baby?” He murmured softly into your hair. For the first time, you felt almost ashamed that you were unable to use your words. It was still largely uncomfortable for you to go beyond the occasional profane exclamation in the heat of the moment, but to answer his questions was most certainly a bridge too far at this time. August never pushed the matter, for which you were very thankful. Now, the only thing you could do was slither out of his lap, back onto the floor, and resume what you had started earlier. 

Once again, you guided your tongue carefully along his full length before taking his cock into your mouth. His grunts quickly fell out of rhythm with the movements of your head and hand; his hand - which had sneaked its way back into your hair, this time without adding any pressure - fell back at his side after only a short while. If there was one thing you had learned from your time with August, it was that you loved seeing him when he was this enthralled with lust: you looked up at him as often as possible, and whenever he managed to keep his eyes open and look down onto you - indubitably enjoying the view more than any language would ever allow him to express with words - he looked so positively enamored that at times you were not even quite sure it was the man you knew. Nevertheless, it made you swell with pride, and sent jolts of electricity down your body, straight to your core, fueling your pulsating desire and the resulting sopping mess that was your cunt.

“Babygirl, if you keep going, I’m going to cum,” he mumbled after a short while. You chuckled softly, while keeping your rhythm going, diligently sliding your mouth up and down his shaft, until his breathing got increasingly ragged. The frequency with which sacreligious expressions sprang from his lips became your guide to the height of his pleasure, and that frequency, you noticed with great joy, increased steadily, until his vocabulary seemed to consist solely of the word ‘fuck’, uttered in a raspy voice and in rapid succession. He warned you again of his impending climax, but you were too caught up in your little performance, and far too curious to pull away from him. With a grunt and another slew of profanity, he coated your mouth with his cum - it was hot and salty and more than you had expected. Without thinking, while you saw August reach inside the pocket of his trousers, where you knew he kept a handkerchief, you swallowed. He smiled when he noticed. 

“Open your mouth, darling,” he mused, “show me.” As always, you gladly did as he requested. He stroked from your chin to the corner of your mouth. When he held it up to your lips, you gently sucked the last salty drop of his seed off his finger. He looked at you in complete awe as he did it; you genuinely believed that never in your life someone had looked at you so completely smitten, so impressed and so incredibly proud. It was a while before he managed to speak again. 

“I think my precious little princess deserves a reward for doing such a good job.” He chuckled at how utterly unable you were to hide your excitement.

-> Part 5

[merlin-bdsm-fest]

First Time creating a BDSM fanwork?

You're ready to create, but you've never heard half the words on the prompt list??

Here are some resources to get you started with research!

Remember that BDSM culture is HUGE! (no pun intended) The community has been alive for years and it's culture varies between places and generations, this is but a little starter.

I hope these pages will help you learn something about our prompts and get inspired

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• Dictionary of common terms

• BDSM terms everyon should know (video on youtube)

• Safewords and Safesigns

• Negotiation

• SSC (safe sane consensual) and RACK (risk aware consensual kink)

• Dom Space | Dom Drop

• Sub Space | Sub Drop link 1, link 2

• Aftercare (video on youtube)

Related Youtube Channels:

■ Evie Lupine

■ Watts the Safeword

Browse different articles by tags: https://the-iron-gate.com/essays/

For additional ideas and curious topics: reddit BDSM community

[callistoscollection]

C.N.C

CNC is a form of edge play and stands for consensual non-consensual.

Some people associate CNC with rape kink. However, that is only one type of CNC.

During CNC you should always be able to withdraw consent at any point using a safeword. I wouldn't recommend practising CNC without a contract and without a partner you fully trust.

There are many types of CNC, such as:

- Authoritarian roleplay (doctor/patient, teacher/student, boss/employee, etc.)

- Abduction roleplay.

- Humiliation & cuckolding.

- Sleep play.

- Rape play.

- Hypnosis.

- Primal play.

- Blackmail or auction roleplay.

- Femdom/sissification.

Some of the reasons people may be into CNC are:

- A way to explore their primal side.

- It helps to build trust with your partner.

- Sexual blame avoidance.

- A way to give up control.

- It can help some people work through trauma.

Three main risks with CNC are: You may look at your partner differently after the scene, even if it was your idea. Potentially bringing up/triggering past trauma. And if you are the Dom, you might have negative feelings about how you acted and treated your partner.

The best way to minimise these risks is communication. Plan out every detail of your CNC scene and play it out without deviating from the script.

It may not sound sexy to discuss every little detail in advance, but doing so will help you enjoy the scene so much more.

Roles: Do you want to pretend to be other people in the scene? How do you want to feel humiliated? Controlled? Brutalised?

Safewords: What safewords & safesigns will you use?

Triggers: What triggers could bring up past trauma or evoke undesirable feelings? How might your reaction look? What should your partner do in that situation?

Intensity: What is okay? Biting? Choking? Hair pulling? Hitting? Scratching?

Language: What type of language is acceptable? Will words like “no” or “stop” be used and ignored?

Limits: What are your hard & soft limits?

Logistics: When and where will the scene take place? How will your scene begin? Will it involve an element of surprise or will both people know exactly when it starts? What is your aftercare plan? CNC scenes can be extremely intense so make sure you discuss possible aftercare needs for both of you.

[tipsydipsydo]

Dirty little Secret [M]

Pairing: CEO! Jimin x Secretary & Personal Assistant! Reader

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 8.9k

Genre: tiny bit of Fluff; Smut/PwP (employer & employee to lovers/collagues2lovers)

Warnings: dirty Language & dirty Talk; cursing; usage of sextoys at workplace; usage of a remote-controlled buttplug vibrator; masturbation at workplace (not really); exhibitionism-kink; kink for getting caught red-handed (kinda); kink for getting formal addressed while sex (= Mr. Park); talk about consent/safeword & safesignal; rough making-out session; marking & biting; nippleplay; dry-humping; some assplay with the vibrator; petnames; praising; verbal degradation; edging; pussy-exhibitionism (Jimin wants the reader to spread her folds apart);oral (fem. recieving); double-penetration; some clit-slapping/pinching as a punishment (the reader is kinda bratty); multiple orgasm; slight overstimulation; Mr. Park has a big fat cock; sex on the office desk; protected vaginal sex. (Jesus Christ, I hope I didn't forgot to add a tag! 🥵🥵)

Summary: Whenever you leave your apartement for work, you're carrying a dirty little secret to your workplace as well. To be more specific, you wear inconspicuous sex-toys underneath your business attire to keep your sex-craving libido under control. Nobody noticed something and everything went well... until now. Until your Boss and secret crush, Park Jimin, bursts into your office unannounced and hears something buzzing which definitely doesn't come from your phone. Even worse, he sees a certain remote-control laying on your desk that seems to be surprisingly familiar to him...

Status: roughly edited (I am sorry for any typos/mistakes! English isn’t my first language. 🤧)

A/N: Well... what should I say? This idea here was planned as a 1k drabble and now turned out to be the longest story I've written until now! Everything started with a headcanon between @breadoffoxy and me, which bases on the concept photos of butter bc he looks sooooo much like a CEO! in that damn grey suit! Thank you so much, Foxy! For chatting about all our headcanons, supporting me so much and being such a great friend 💕💕 I hope I've ruined you thoroughly with this story! 😏😘

Feedback/Reviews is very appreciated! 🥺💕

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Sometimes you wonder if you've gone completely crazy and don't have any grasp of decency or certain morals at all anymore.

As if you need to ensure, that it's still there, you clench around the silicone buttplug vibrator deliberately. Yes, the turned-off vibrator remains silent (until now) shifts slightly between your ass cheeks, thanks to your squeeze. The toy, that shouldn't even exist in this kind of enviroment, sits defintely in the right place where it's supposed to be and causes an exited shiver to run down your spine. God, you're so dirty.

You're gnawing nervously on your lower lip while your eyes scan your small anterroom, your Boss' office and even the corridor, that leads to both previous listed rooms, as well. You simply can't help yourself, you need to make thorougly sure that not a single person is even close to your workplace.

Nobody needs to tell you that your behaviour is ridiculous. There are only two people who has their own workspaces on this floor, the first one is your Boss and the second person are you, his personal assistant and secretary. The CEO of this company, Park Jimin, is attending a business meeting over the whole day in an other company today however, which means you're the only employee on this entire floor.

Your work rooms are at the very end of the hallway, the other rooms beforehand are getting just occasional used, for example the big lounge space or the enormous meeting room. When it happens that someone else than you two actually enters this floor, they need to get registered at the reception in the entrance hall in the first floor and the receptionist has to call and inform you anyway.

In conclusion, your nervousness and fear of getting caught is completely unfounded.

You don't even know exactly why you're suddenly such a scaredy-cat, it's not like as if you didn't already done something similar to this in the previous weeks. Yes, you have to admit that you've already gone to work with love balls in your pussy and a buttplug up your ass as well, it's roughly just a week ago. Maybe today is a little different because this toy is able to make noises, the potential of getting caughed increased clearly.

It's more surprising that you're still working with a (most of the time) straight face as if never something had happened and didn't quit out of mortification yet because you couldn't look Jimin, your charming and handsome looking Boss, in the face anymore.

Why are you even doing this? Honestly, you don't even know it yourself.

Maybe because the thrill of possibly getting caughted is getting you off to a level, that you simply couldn't resist the thought even longer.

Maybe, if you'd be honest with yourself for at least once, you might even wish deep, deep down that you'd actually get caught by someone, preferably by your boss Mr. Park... God, you really need to stop dreaming about things that won't happen in any possible way! Your last relationship was about two years ago and your incredible high sex drive couldn't get satisfied exclusively at home either, so you had to 'expand your activities' to not going completely insane.

You would be a liar if you deny that you already fantasized about it half a year ago. So this crazy idea didn't came not 'out of nowhere' so far. Until now you rely all your hope of evading a dismissal (caused by your incomprehensible and immoral behaviour on your workplace) on your ridiculously meticulous precautions.

May the luck be with you.

After wasting ten minutes in eavesdropping for any non-existent human noises nearby, you slowly relax into your revolving chair and grab the promising remote-control out of your purse. A pretty quiet, muffled buzzing fills the silent room and even though that you're aware of every upcoming action, it still caught your ass a little off-guard and clenches even harder around the toy than it did before. A tiny pant flees over your lips, which makes you look down in a bashful smile.

"God dammit, get yourself together", you mumble breathlessly to yourself. You need to be able to keep your usual posture nevertheless, even though you're alone. Just in case.

Another ten minutes went by until you calmed down and made yourself see some sense again. Now, you could finally start to go through the the pile of papers Jimin left on your desk this morning, together with a clarifying note on them.

The morning proceeded to go by as intended, without any unplanned occurrence. You completely relaxed into your chair and all your attention is soon dedicated to the open files in front of you. The vibrator keep buzzing quietly in your cute little asshole, you change the setting only from time to time. Sometimes, a little amused smile plays around the corners of your lips. In those moments you think about how much the vibrating plug actually 'calms your nerves' and keeps with the included stimulation your hungry libido at bay. You're pretty surprised as you realize, how many of your assigned tasks you've already done this morning as your phone reminds you of your lunch break. Well, it seems like as if the Buttplug helps you to keep your full attention on your papers and increases your work performance. That's nothing to complain about, it kinda gives you the impression that there are only advantages of wearing sex toys to work.

You use your lunch break to eat something, checking your phone if you received some personal messages and lastly, to use the restroom to check on your plug. It's almost a routine already, to take the anal toys out and reapply some more lube to keep the toy smooth and the continued wear of the plug painless.

Today is a good day, you finished all the papers and filled the finances tables, which Jimin needs to be ready for the upcoming meetings in the next few days. Now you can work on the less important files that had been set aside for a while.

Hopefully Jimin will notice how much you've done today... It's not like that Mr. Park gives you barely appreciation for all the hard work you're doing, he compliments you and let you know that you're often the person who actually keeps everything running in the company. Sometimes he even says that he'd be absolute nothing without you and that you're the perfect assistent he ever wanted and needed. But whenever he says things like this and looks you with such honest appreciation in the eyes, you can't tame the wild butterflies of happiness and adoration in your stomach anymore. Then you want to hear it again and again, it's never enough!

Yeah, maybe you developed more than just a tiny crush on your Boss. Yep, you absolutely can't help yourself anymore.

You're so lost in your work that you didn't heard the foot steps coming down the hallway and before you can cover your little dirty secret up by turning to vibration off, none other than Mr. Park opens the door to your office.

"Ah, hello my dear Miss Y/L/N! I hope you had a good morning, the meeting today ended earlier than expected..."

As much as you want to, you can't keep track on the words he is saying, too mesmerized are you by the outfit he's wearing today.

Fuck, he looks so incredibly attractive and sexy in this grey suit and his thinly dark-blue and white striped tie. According to the big, square yellow-toned sunglasses which sits on his nose, he drove himself to that meeting. You don't even dare to imagine how hot he must look when his hand lays on top of the gear shift and he wears a serious gaze on his face, his full attention on the traffic in front of him. Maybe he'd even clenches his jaw or curse sometimes if-

"Miss Y/N, I think your phone is buzzing, why don't you accept the call? Your phone doesn't ring usually at all, maybe it's an emergency! Go ahead, I don't mind that you're still in your work shift.", Mr. Park pulls you out of your inacceptable daydreams. If this isn't even embarrassing enough that you checked him out totally apparent almost drooling, now he's pointing out a non-existent phone call.

Not your phone us buzzing. It's the vibrating buttplug, that's shoved up your greedy ass. You never wanted so bad in your life that the floor under your feet suddenly opens up into a big, black hole and swallows you whole.

It seems like that your Boss slowly realizes too that the buzzing couldn't come possibly from your phone. Jimin knits his well defined brows together in confusion, why don't you dare to look him in the eyes anymore and why screams your body posture that you're ashamed, almost mortified about something all out of the sudden? Then his gaze falls down onto your desk where you phone lays with the display visible. It's completely dark in his usual stand-by modus, without any notification that someone is calling you right now. This confuses him even more.

Then his eyes stops at the remote-control right next to your phone. It's looks unexpectedly familiar which startles him even more. He can't figure out right away of what this remote control reminds him but the longer he looks at the white, ergonomic shaped object the more clear gets the imagine of this memory.

He owns the same model of the remote-control. In navy blue.

...and that controller belongs to a silicone buttplug-vibrator.

That means... his cute, lovely and hard-working secretary wears a vibrating buttplug in her ass while she's at work and allows herself to be lulled into a false sense of security because he said he'll be away the whole day.

How naughty.

All the previous confusion is washed away from Jimin's face within seconds and sly smirk appears on your Boss' lips. Without any hesitation he grabs the remote-control from your desk and turns the constant vibration off. At least for now.

"Miss Y/L/N... I didn't know you'd be that kind of person who wears sex toys to work. I thought, based on your timid and reserved behaviour... you'd be more private with those kind of things.", says Mr. Park and raise one of his awfully defined eyebrow questionly at you.

It surprises you, he doesn't seem to be visibly mad at you... he looks rather amused and curious for your explaination. Well, your guess is just based at the slight curl of the corner of his mouth. Maybe you misinterpret everything and today is your last official working day before you get fired.

He is so kind and do not force even more pressure at you by asking more questions, gives you some time to get yourself together to explain yourself. Honestly, you're confused why there is not really any judgement in his brown eyes. Why does he seems to be so understanding if he's gonna fire your disgusting ass anyway?

"U-Uhm... well, there you are asking a really good question, Mr. Park... I-I am very aware of the fact that my behaviour is absolutely inacceptable and honestly, I don't have any legitimate reason w-why I did this today. I was unprofessional and naïve to think, nobody is going to find out about this incident. I took advantages of your absence. I-I am so sorry to dissapoint you and your expectations in me... if you'd like to agree, I'd like to quit. I've overstepped our boundaries incorrigible and our relationship as employer and employee, and as colleagues as well wouldn't be the same anymore. I'd like to advoid to become an additional bother for you and your company. I hope my reasons are... understandable."

As those words are coming out of your mouth, you have to use all your emotional strength to not burst out into tears in front of him. You shouldn't be this dramatic, you did all this shit to yourself. He has all rights to fire you now and you should take it as professional as possible.

Jimin is a little taken aback by the seriousness in your voice and how you view your actions so self-reflective. He appreciates that thoroughly.

The room fells silent as your Boss picks his following words carefully.

"Honestly I would have been dissapointed in you if I'd have witnessed that it would distract you from your tasks but as I can see by all the organized pile of folders and printed tables... It really seems to increase your working performance. If you don't mind me to mention it... I've already recognized in the last few weeks that you're able to work even faster than usually. Well, if you allow me to draw a connection between those two occasions... could it be that you already wore sex toys at work before I caught you red-handed today. Am I right?"

You gulp harshly, your throat is terribly dry. Why does his statement sounds like as if he's not really mad at you and pointing out your increased work performance but his questions gives you the feeling of being in a interrogation nevertheless? You're the culprit of this whole, messed up misery so you don't dare to question him.

"Yes. I did. Since the last three weeks.", you say plainly in a hoarse voice. You told Mr. Park already everything what is there to say. What else should you explain? What kind of toys you used the previous weeks? Neither you want to embarrass yourself even more nor do you think that Jimin wants to know those private details about his employee.

Mr. Park takes a deep breath and lets an audible sigh out.

"I See."

There is a slight rasp in his voice before he turns politely out of your direction to clear this throat. Afterwards he loosens up his tight tie and adjusting his pants. Your heart speeds up, you don't know why, maybe you're just simply overreacting but he looks kinda stressed all out of the sudden. Jimin is clenching his jaw and he moves his sunglasses up into his hair before he pinches the bridge of his nose. Maybe he is more upset than you thought he'd be?

Yeah, Jimin is indeed not as relaxed as he was five minutes ago. The reason for his changed behaviour lies underneath his belt... suddenly he has a growing problem in his pants thanks to your confirmation.

It's hard for him to believe that his gorgeous and beloved secretary lady with which he slowly fell in love with actually wore toys in her pussy or ass and pretended like as if nothing had happened.

The thought alone that you wore god knows what things while you sat next to him and discussed the financial developtment of the newest product... The fact that you're still wearing a sex toy!

Oh God, he cannot get a fucking boner right now, no matter how exiting all upcoming possibilities in his head may be, he simply can't mortify his poor assistent even more.

As horny he may be, he has some human decenty and won't take any advantages of your vulnerable state. ... at least not without your clear consent.

"First of all, I'll not fire you."

His words startles you, your head shoot up within a second and you look at him in pure disbelief. What did he just said?!

"I-I do not understand, Mr. Park."

A fond smiles spreads on your Boss' lips. Nope, he could never fire you, you're too precious and hard-working, not even after that (beyond belief) unprofessional incident that just happened today. Well, maybe he just makes unprofessional decisions himself ever since he laid an eye on you. He simply couldn't let you go (until you personally want to), especially not after he discovered what naughty things you so in his building.

"As I stated previously, your... 'actions' didn't affected your work performance in any negative way, it's actually the contrary. So why should I dismiss you?", Mr. Park explain his decision with a light chuckle and gives you an encouraging wink.

You look at him with eyes almost the size of a plate, completely flabberghasted and stuttering nonsense until no words are coming out of your throat anymore. Soon the room falls into a thick and uncomfortable silence which is eating both of you inside out.

Jimin is trying to think about some joke to loosen up the tense mood and make you laugh or at least to elict a tiny giggle, he hates to see you in this awfully ashamed state. Something what he hasn't thought through properly are the next words coming out of your mouth.

"Well, maybe you should refrain from using those toys here at work to secure you from another embarrassing incident. Not because of me, I don't mind it at all but maybe because of the public business. You could use me as a replacement instead in your lunch-break. After all, we want to keep your work-performance up, wouldn't we?", he suggests jokingly without any second thought.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why the hell did he said this, that stupid comment makes the whole situation even more worse. If that's even possible. Yes, it does.

"Excuse me?"

Your whole body freezes up at his words and you almost choke at your own saliva. Countless paradox things happens in your brain at the same time. On one hand you can't even form one clear thought and on the other hand, your mind seems to run a thirty-miles-marathon, thousands different ideas are shooting through your head without getting a grasp on them.

What does his statement mean with 'you can use me as an replacement'? He's not really suggesting, that you can use his dick 'as a replacement' for the toys and you both could fuck in his office?!

"Oh my God Miss Y/L/N, I spoke without thinking about the words that came out of my mouth, I didn't mean to say something like this! I apologize for this lewd comment I made.", interrupt Mr. Park your non-stopping train of thoughts hastily. Now he's the one who's eyes can't meet yours and runs his right hand nervously through his blonde hair.

"But even when you didn't mean to speak these words out loud, did you mean it? Would you... would you actually offer me your cock as a replacement, would you fuck me? For real?"

Wow. What the fuck. Since when did you became so bold?! You have absolutely no idea where that came from and that you even dared to take those vulgar words into your mouth in front of your boss. The only thing you can think of right now is, that you need to know his honest opinion. Well, the concept of this offer couldn't came out of nowhere, right?

Here and now is your boss the one, who stands there with his mouth hanging open, completely dumbfounded and can't find any possibly useful phrases. Jimin closes his eyes for a second and takes one last deep breath while running one of his hands through his messed up hair once again. It's a habit of his, he can't leave his hair alone whenever he's stressed or nervous.

Now or never, he has to man up for the offer he gave you. Even when he said it jokingly, deep down he knows that he meant it.

Besides that... maybe this fucked-up situation would actually lead you two somewhere? He hopes that he's not completely stupid and gets everything wrong... but your statement sounded more like a counter-question to him, to make sure that you understood him correctly. If you'd be outraged about his suggestion, then you'd have already gotten up, possibly gave him a hard slap on the face and left the room. Probably on your way to the next police station and report him for sexual assault at the workplace. Nothing of that happened until now. Maybe you'd not be opposed of his rather risqué offer?

"You know, I said this to joke around but I meant it with all my honesty. Miss Y/L/N, you're an incredibly attractive lady, with a remarkable personality and with exceedingly ambitions. I'd be a liar if I'd tell you that I didn't recognized that... and that I had some not-safe-for-work fantasies where you played the main character. I am genuinely interested in you, Miss Y/L/N. And with that, I mean not only sexually, I am interested in you as a person as well.", Jimin forced out in a raspy voice, gnawing at his lower lip and rubbing his neck almost aggressively thanks all the tension and nervousness.

Even though he feels more ready to jump out of the window at the 36th floor, he locks eyes with you.

You cannot look away from his Chocolate brown eyes, your breath speeds up and comes out with a slight tremble. Did he really said that what you think you heard or are your ears playing a bad prank?

Your lips are terribly dry so you can't withstand the urge to wet them with your tongue. Jimin's pierced gaze falls instantly to your lips and follows every move of your tongue. He presses his lips together into a thin line and clench his jaw once more at this tempting sight. Your Boss is visibly affected by your actions, he couldn't deny it even if he wants to.

You cross your legs in the naïve hope that it would stop your pussy from leaking so much arousal, soaking through your thin panties almost entirely. Your asshole simply cannot stop clenching around the silent vibrator out of nerve-wracking exitement what might follows next.

Fuck, you've never thought that this would actually happen and that your dirtiest dream could become true. And now, on an early wednesday afternoon, here you are.

"Honestly I'd be a liar too if I'd say I wore these toys without any ulterior motives... in my own filthy daydreams I actually hoped that you'd catch me red-handed with them and chastize me for my naughty behaviour. Bending me over the next flat surface and stuffing my greedy holes with your cock. Using the vibrators against me, fucking me, until my starved libido is satisfied for at least a while. ...what about you? What kind of 'NSFW-ish' fantasies did you had about me, Mr. Park?"

You giggle slightly and tilt your head non-chalantly to a side, offering him a one-sided smirk as those provoking words left your lips.

Your words and your smirk drives him almost insane. Jimin can't deny that the combination of dirty words and the formal form of address does something to him. He can already hear you calling him by his last name while he's pounding that pussy mercilessly. A deep groan erupts Jimin's throat at this thought, he looks quickly down at himself and sees that his painfully hard cock already formed a more than visible outline in his dress pants. He can't withstand your suble teasing anymore, he needs to have you. Right here, right now.

"You finished all the files and finance tables that I need for the next day... why shouldn't we use the remaining time of your shift to let some of those dirty thoughts come true? In my opinion that would be a great reward for your diligent work and I can take from your previous words that this was your ultimate goal in general. Why won't you hop onto your desk and let me explore your entchanting body a little further?", Jimin teases back as he rounds your desk and looks up and down at you with a dark hungry gaze.

You barely sit on top of your desk as Jimin already parts your legs impatiently to place himself between them and takes your face into both hands. Suddenly his facial features softens and an affectionate smile spreads over his plush lips.

"You sure that you want all of this? You don't feel pressured into anything that's coming next? We can stop anytime you want to, okay? Your well-being is the most important thing for me.", he wispers against your lips with a serious look in his eyes, making sure that this whole upcoming session has your consent. It makes you smile in adoration, appreciating his attentiveness so incredibly much.

"Yes, I want you so bad. Safeword is Papaya and Safesignal is tapping you three times, okay?", you respond and gives him a sweet peck onto his nose.

"Very good. Such a good girl, even thinking about Safewords and Signals."

Then everything happens so quickly and at the same time. Lips are crashing eagerly against each other and greedy hands are roaming restlessly over the other persons body.

Open mouthed, sloppy kisses getting exchanged and your tongues are soon entangled. Swirling around and exploring the new territory, sucking on the tips of each others tongues until a string of saliva connects both of your bodies.

It leaves you shuddering to feel all those hard, defined muscles of his chest move underneath your fingertips. Only this god forsaken dress shirt prevents you to see his lucious torso in all its glory. You tug desperately at the expensive linen-fabric, if you wouldn't be so greedy and impatient you'd be actually able to pop these stupid buttons open.

"Fuck, if already your kisses taste so fucking sweet then I'd bet that those pussy lips down there just has to taste even sweeter...", groans Jimin into your ear even though it looks like as if he's talking more to himself and is making a mental note to get a little taste of pussy today as well.

He leaves a path of kisses behind himself as he moves lower to your collarbone, making sure that he left some very visible hickeys to mark you as his own.

Just the thought of that makes you whimper into his mouth and countless muffled mewls ensues shortly afterwards as he found their way onto your covered boobs. He's palming them rather roughly with his big hands but you doesn't mind his manhanding at all, you enjoy the harsh, desperate treatment. It makes him growl in frustration as he feels your stiff nipples underneath his palms. Big thanks to your morning self that you chose a simple lace-bra without any cups to cover up.

"I can't slow down right now, I need to see your pretty tits."

With these words pulls firmly at your blouse which is tucked into the waistband of your skirt and shove it up to your shoulders without any second thought.

"Fucking hell, what a shame that you had hide those gorgeous boobs away from me... well, until now.", he sighs quietly.

As you look down at him, an amused giggle finds their way over your lips and you let your left hand run through his soft, silky hair. Jimin must lost his sunglasses somewhere through the make-out process.

He surveys your boobs with a look as if he's a starved man and is about to eat you alive. You grab both of your bra-straps with your hands and lower the last piece of fabric so he has an unrestricted view at your bare breasts, your nipples literally begging at him to give them some attention.

"Here you go, Jimin... take what you want, I'm yours~", you encourage him in a sweet voice and arch your back, shoving your tits almost right into his face.

You certainly didn't expect Jimin to take it literally and eat your body up alive, the way he's determined to leave over a dozen hickeys (minimum) all over the swell of your boobs and abusing your nipples with his mouth up to the point where you are squirming and crying in desperation underneath him.

You thought he'd gave you a small break to make sure you're not really hyperventilating but no,

your Boss doesn't waste any time and slides both of his hands underneath your skirt to grasp your ass cheeks firmly until he elicts high-pitched moan out of your throat.

"Aha, there is your little naughty toy, Baby..."

His newfound nickname for you sends an arousing tingle down your spine and feeds the growing ball of lust in the pit of your lower abdomen. Another pathetic whine flees just a few seconds later over your lips when he spreads your asscheeks apart just to squish them together, so the toy moves nicely around you.

"Do you like that, Y/N? I think you'd like it even more if your stretched rim would get some stimulation from the vibrations, hm?"

Before your mushed brain is even able to understand what he said, Jimin takes the remote-control out of the pocket of his pants and turned the vibrations halfway up.

You squeak in surprise and whimper into Jimin's neck, the vibrations feels so intense right now. It's too much but still not enough to satisfy you.

Your hips starts moving by themself, grinding down onto the desk to intensify the stimulation at the base of the vibrator.

Jimin curses under his breath at this erotic sight in front of him, bruised boobs jiggling in the same rythm as you grind down and without even noticing, he's rocking his own hips into your aching pussy.

His clothed bulge rubs all over your swollen folds and clit, dry humping your cunt with his dick. Your arms begin to protest, not able to hold your entire bodyweight up anymore so you let your upper body fell back onto the left free space of the desk.

"Fuck Jimin, I need more! I've been on edge since the whole morning... I need something, I don't care what it is, I just need more stimulation!", you sob while rutting your hips eagerly in a pretty sluttish behaviour against his clothed boner. You've soaked through your panties, the wet patch on Jimin's bulge is proof enough.

Your Boss is mesmerized by the sex-demon he has unleashed in you. His polite and reserved Secretary is long gone, now he has primal, sex-driven succubus, who's begging to get fucked, laid out in front of him. How in Gods name can you become even hotter and sexier? That's insane?!

"If you'd stop fucking yourself onto my clothed boner for at least a second, I'd have a change to get your panties off", chuckles Jimin and gives you a demanding slap on your naked thigh.

You may be whining which is caused by the loss of friction but you still your hips as Mr. Park told you so.

"Such a good Girl, Y/N.", he praises you as soon as he holds your pair of panties in his hand. The feeling of the wet fabric underneath his fingertips alone makes his cock twitch in his cage. He has to wait nevertheless, Jimin has to take care of his needy Secretary firstly.

"I guess that you own enough pairs of panties, so it wouldn't hurt if I keep this thoroughly soaking one and take it home, right?", your Boss informs you with a filthy smirk and shoves the tiny piece of arousal drenched cloth into his pocket. He will defintely have some fun with this soiled panties tonight.

In this moment you couldn't care less that you won't have your panties anymore when it's time to go home, now you only care about if your pussy and ass will get some more attention anytime soon!

"Please, Mr. Park... please hurry up! I can feel my juices dripping down to my asshole!", you complain and spread your thighs even more, looking up to Jimin with pleading eyes.

"Oh Baby, you're so impatient. Seems like I have to train you a little more in the future until you've learned the worth of waiting. Now come, grab the undersides of your thighs and press your legs up to your chest. Yeees, exactly like that! Very good."

Your breath quickens, you feel awfully exposed under his hungry and lustdrunken gaze but being this bare and vulnerable sends another wave of pleasure to your lower regions. Your pussy clenches around nothing as the thought, that you both forgot to lock the door and someone could burst in the room anytime, crosses your mind. It doesn't scare you, it just exites you even more. Maybe you should finally admit to yourself that you're a slut for exhibitionism...

Fuck, if he won't pay enough attention to his own cock to control himself, Jimin would cum untouched in his pants like a 15 year old teenager just from the sight of your bare, glistening cunt.

Without leaving your pussy out of his eyes, he grabs behind himself and pulls your chair into the back of his knees and let himself fall into the seat. He pushes himself forward and pulls your ass to the edge of the wooden board until he's close-up with your delicious folds.

"Babygirl, don't be shy and give me a hand down here. Show your Boss your little sexy treasure and spread those swollen pussy lips for me so I can see all your delicacies~", wispers Jimin against your clit in a bittersweet sing-sang voice.

His breath and his request leaves you trembling in pure need, you don't own any shame in the fibres of your body anymore and reach down between your legs without hesitation.

"Here, Mr. Park. Please look at my bare, exposed pussy in all details. Do you see how my clit twitches in need and how my pussy hole clench around nothing? Do you see how badly it needs to get stuffed by a fat cock like yours?", you whimper and move your V-spreaded fingers up and down, alongside to your clit to get some kind of friction.

Your Boss growls at your teasing words and decides for action over words. Without any other warning he dives right into your pussy, pushing your thighs with his own hands even more up to your chest and make you scream so loudly, that you could probably hear it down the hallway.

Jimin literally feasts at your cunt, slurping all of your juices greedily up and sucks gently his way down at your outer lips and leaves you crying out for more. Sadly he won't listen to your pleads, rather moves on in his own pace and test your patience with torturous slow tongue strokes.

Here some licking, there some nipping and sucking some love marks on the insides of your thighs from times to time.

Slowly you realize on what kind of edging Sadist you laid your hands on, you don't dare to think about what other things he could do to you. It drives you insane that Jimin doesn't pay just one single second of attention to your clit, leaving your swollen pearl completely neglected from all the caresses.

Your whole body is quivering and out of nothing a sobbed yell is filling the quiet room. Jimin, this bastard didn't give you any warning that he'd turn the vibrator on the highest level. Your rim is clenching around the plug as if your life depends on it and your untouched clit is throbbing in despair.

"Jimin- Mr. Park, I beg you... please, please let me- make me cum! I am so close, I can't take anymore teasing!", you snivel while big tears are rolling down your cheeks. If you just knew that your Boss is the personification of devil...

"You're already that close to your orgasm? I barely touched your pussy until now... such a sensitive slut you are. If you can't take edging then you have to take overstimulation.", states Jimin with a sadistic smirk and gives your clit a few spanks.

You didn't thought that slapping your clit would feel this good, maybe you just imagine that it feels that way because your pearl gets finally touched. Jimin pinches your sensitive boundle of nerves mercilessly between his thumb and index-finger and you can't stop howling out for more and rutting your hips up into his face.

After some time he leaves your tortured clit alone and lets his hand moves down to your ass, fingers around the base of the vibrating plug.

"Relax your ass for me, Babygirl. Gonna fuck that asshole with this plug while I continue to eat you out. I want you to cover and soil me in your juices."

Your previously closed eyes are within a fraction if a second wide open and a silent scream flees out of the back of your throat, taking your soul with it. This is insane, this man between your knees is completely insane! As crazy it might be, you still love everything of it and you'll take all of the things he gives to you.

A satisfied and appreciation hum comes from inbetween your legs, it seems like as if your ass has already some experience with this procedure. If you play often with your ass when you're at home? Do you drill a big dildo into your stretched asshole and finger your pussy at the same time? Jimin decides to ask you that later.

Your wrinkled entrance shows barely any resistance when he pulls the toy out and push it right back into its place again, swallowing the whole thing effortless.

With a devilish smirk on his face Jimin focus his full attention back on your clit and sucks it right between his sinful lips. His fast tongue toys pitiless with your engorged pearl, sending endless waves of electric shocks through your veins. But sometimes he can't resist the urge to tease you a little more and pulls the vibrator out to circle your puffy rim which is clenching hungrily for the plug.

You're so close, so incredibly close but whenever you think you're about to reach your climax, Jimin pulls away and fucks your hole with his tongue. He only shows you some mercy when you pulls so roughly at his hair that he thinks you might rip him a bundle of hair out of his scalp.

It doesn't takes you long at this point, three intense sucks at your clit are enough to make you see the stars and all possible colours of the sky. Your chest heaves up and down quickly, trying to get some urgently needed oxygen into your burning lungs. A pained whine finds their way out inbetween your breaths, the buzzing vibrations lets your ass cramps up in overstimulation. Jimin is fast to understand you without any words, grabbing the remote-control and turning the vibrations off, then discards the toy completely from your quivering body.

"Fuck, that was absolutely..."

"wild? Insane? Sex-tape-ready?", chuckles Jimin equally breathless and offers you various options to finish your sentence.

"Honestly, all of that. Fuck, that was so good, Jimin. Since two years nobody else exept myself gave me an orgasm in general and not even I could make me cum in that level of intensity!", you voice out loud and give him an almost shy smile.

Jimin is a little taken aback by your confession, you've been single since two years? He could have you since two fucking years?!

"I am glad to hear that I did such a good job, Princess. Besides that, I think we have plenty of time now to make up for that long period of your sex-abstinence. ...not to ruin the post-orgasm bliss but I am seriously afraid that my dick might fell off soon if I can't fuck you in the next five minutes...", answers Mr. Park you with sheepish smile and scratch his neck.

Your eyes widens in shock at the realisation that he hold himself back the whole time while he pleased your greedy body and that his cock still waits impatiently to get finally freed.

"Oh God, oh God, yes! Let me help you to open your pants!", you shout and fumble at his belt buckle in hectic. It only takes you a moment to free him from his suitpants and the precum-stained boxerbriefs until you hold the Definition of a beautiful cock in your hands.

Jimin is neither too short or too long, he's sporting a dick in an average size but with an impressive girth. He has indeed the fat cock you've talked about and it makes you drool just from the sight. Aside from that, on top of his length sits an angry red and leaking mushroom-shaped cockhead and seems to yell at you to take care of him.

"Fuck, Mr Park... you own a really delicious looking cock... what would I give to have a chance to wrap my lips around him and let you fuck my throat until I choke...", you praise him with an approving smirk and give him a little wink.

Jimin groans at your words, rubbing a hand through his face and shoots you a deadly glare, squeezing the base of his cock.

"As tempting your filthy suggestion might be, I'd rather come back to your offer on an other way. Right now I'd prefer to fucking ruin that drenched pussy of yours!", he growls into your earshell and reproves you with a short slap on your cunt. You giggle playfully and looks into his eyes with faux innocence.

In the exact same moment as you reach out to grab his cock, he pulls away from you and makes you pout in frustration. He snorts at your behaviour and shakes his head before he points to the door, that leads to his own work office.

"God, you're so bratty and impatient! You'll get your cock soon enough, just give me a second to get a condom from over there. And yes, before you ask... I 've kept a box in my desk-drawer just a precaution when I'd ever get chance to fuck my cute and sexy Secretary next door!", he shouts back into your direction as he walks casually, with his hard dick out and bouncing up and down, over to his office.

Why the fuck is this man even able to make you gush out even more juices just by getting a condom?!

Jimin returns to his previous position in between your wide open legs with a lazy smirk, condom already rolled down his rock hard, swollen cock. You see it twitch in exitement when Jimin's eyes fall one more time to your messily leaking pussy.

"Hmm, look at this pretty little cunt, so wet and messy for my fat cock. Nuh, nuh, nuh! Don't say anything, you'll get fucked in the next three minutes, stay patient for at least once!", he shushes you with a warning, dominant glare.

With this statement you shut your open mouth again and accept his order with a little nod. Then you have to wait or you'll get no cock at all today.

Your Boss hums in content and pushes your legs in the right directions, so he can slot right in without problems. Then he grabs his cock at the base and pushes it lengthways inbetween your glistening folds, let it slide toturously slow through your pussy lips and coats the condom thoroughly in your overspilling arousal.

"Yeees, that's good! Soak my cock in your juices, little slut!"

You mewl and squirm pathetically under Mr. Park but don't dare to complain out of impatience and greed again.

The lower lip is the victim of your teeth, biting down on the plush flesh to suspress a begging whine whenever his mushroom tip nudges your oversensitive clit. Sweet Baby Jesus, you need to get dicked down really badly.

"Awww, as we can see here you can actually behave, Princess! YOU did good after you stressed around so much. That needs to get rewarded, don't you think? Relax yourself, I'll going to preach you now, yeah?", he comments with a satisfied smile and positions himself in front of your quivering entrance.

"Tell me when it's too much and I need to stop, yeah?", he reminds you with a honest look in his eyes. God, you could smootch him right here and right now to Thank him for his attentiveness!

You respond with a quiet 'Yes' before you let your head hall back again onto the hard wooden desk. Your muscles will hurt like shit tomorrow, that's for sure.

Your tiny moans join Jimin's prima groans as he pushes himself inch for inch deeper into your burning hot heat.

You've seen the girth but now you experience first hand how fucking thick this man's cock truly is! It doesn't hurts you until now but with every inch he sinks deeper into your cunt, the slight burn intensifies.

Both of you groans in relief and satisfaction as Jimin finally bottomed out in you. Beads of sweats are falling down from Jimin's forehead onto your chest, the man hovers panting above you.

"Jesus fucking Christ! You could have warned me that you have an exessive clenching habit! It either feels like as if you want to squeeze my whole cock out again or as if you want to milk my balls dry as soon I've entered your sweet cunt!", groans your Boss and bites down into one of your nipples as an equal revenge for all your squeezing.

"A-Ahhhh, I know, I know! I am sorry but you feel so damn fucking good, I can't control it! Please, just fuck me finally!", you defend yourself with a weak voice and hold onto his trained shoulderblades as if you're about to drown in your own Lust.

Jimin can already feel that he won't last long if he hold still like this and decides to pound that pussy so roughly that you'll problably forget your own name!

Soon you realize that this cock is your go-to-ticket for heaven, even you can't fuck yourself that good with your dildos, no matter if you practices constantly the last two years. That dick is a gift, sended from God! He stretches you in all the right places and Mr. Park just had to correct the angle of his cock a little bit to make you see sweet heaven within seconds by abusing your g-spot without mercy.

Jimin has the same thoughts about your pretty pussy, she makes him loose every sane thought, slowly killing him with her tight grip.

Obscene slapping and squelching noises are joining your pathetic wimpers and Jimin's feral grunts, filling the room with a so filthy melody.

"Fucking fuck, Y/N, stop clenching like that or I'll blow my load in the next three seconds!"

Actually, Jimin isn't mad at you for clenching so insanely good, he's pissed at himself that his usual pretty good stamina seems to be non-existent today.

"I-I'm clenching so much because I am so fucking close again, fucking hell! Don't you dare to stop now, I need to cum so damn badly!", you almost yell with tears in your eyes back and meeting Jimin's hips halfway, fucking yourself greedily down at his cock.

That knowledge calms his nerves a little bit, at least it wouldn't end in a premature ejaculation desaster then.

Jimin builts his upper body up just to part his lips to let some spit drip down onto your pussy, right on top of your clit. He smirks awfully dirty at you as he hears the trembling mewl leaving your lips. Fuck, he's so nasty, so filthy and so incredibly hot!

"It could never be wet enough down here, that's why I added some spit as extra lubrication.", he explains non-chalantly with a chuckle and spreads his saliva with his thumb all over your clit.

That is too much. That's defintely too much now. Your body has enough.

You don't know how often Mr. Park actually circled your clit with his digit, the only thing you know is that you came embarrassingly quick from those simple touches. A high-pitched cry of painful pleasure and overstimulation flees over your tongue as your body quivers erratically.

If Jimin wouldn't hold your hips down with an iron grip, you'd have squeezed him out of your protesting pussy. Thankfully he managed to remain inside your cunt, that intense, almost unbearable squeeze showed him hell and paradise at the same time.

That in combination with your satisfied, orgasm-blissed face becomes his death sentence. A guttural yell, which comes out of the depths of his chest, cuts through all the walls nearby in the same moment where he fills the condom with a huge load of his thick cum.

Jimin's arms cannot hold him up anymore after this exhaustion, so he ends up collapsing very gracelessy on top of you. An equal non-lady-like snort comes from you as you look down on your Boss, who's face is squished in between your boobs. You feel his playful grin against the skin of your right boob which makes you giggle even more.

"We need to work on your clenching-habit if you want me to fuck you longer than just a few seconds... You don't have a normal pussy, you have a milking machine down there!", Jimin jokes around as he looks down to the place you're still connected and sends you a teasing wink when he raises his eyes to your face again.

You giggle sheepishly, you know more than well what a gorilla grip your pussy gets whenever you're close to cum.

"If you'll help me, we will find a solution for that.", you respond to his critique and return the flirtatious wink. As soon as the orgasm dopamine rush has ebbed away, you feel all the muscles of your body ache and a groan in pain leaves your mouth.

"Can we please fuck in a bed the next time? My body is killing meeee!", you whine in a very overdramatic manner.

"You said, you wanted to get fucked on the next flat surface nearby, unfortunately it was your desk.", retorts Jimin unimpressed and without any sympathy for you. He's busy anyway with pulling his softening cock out and throwing the used condom away.

"But yes, I agree. A softer base to lay or to sit on would be defintely more komfortable the next time.", he groans and pops with a stretch his spine back into place.

As Jimin still tries to get his business attire back into their old shape, preferably without too many wrinkles, you're already finished to put your clothes back into their original place.

In the moment you hop off of your desk and are on your way to the door to use the restroom, you realize that your panties disappreared. Jimin notices your frozen body and understand pretty quick why your tentatively behaviour.

"Are you searching for you panties? It's sad that they're mine now. You wouldn't like to wear them anyway, you're completely drenched and soaked. And don't tell me that I am embarrassing you on purpose, you went to work wearing sex toys several times without any shame, so it wouldn't be any different if you wear panties or not. You did this to yourself and that is the consequence now!", says Jimin with devilishly chuckle behind you.

You know, he has a point with his statement.

This goddamn sexy bastard, how much you love and hate him!

[bigfan-fanfic]

What a session with Slade and his puppy kinda of,,, went sideways? Maybe, he hit him a little too hard, or said something that cut deeper than just the degration kink, or maybe S was being crueler and rougher than usual, and his puppy starts to cry like *actually crying in fear/pain/sadness* and just keeps saying the safeword to stop, and keeps repeating "sorry" cuz he thinks Slade is gonna leave him for stoping the night? How would him repair the situation?

(I mean, realistically speaking, it's not impossible for a scene to go bad, even with long relantionships and the most experienced doms. I feel like whoever is reading this and is interested in bdsm and the likes, to research about it. Like I like to say: "Fuck like crazy but keep it sane")

(That's why safewords, aftercare, and discussion are SO important. I urge anyone and everyone to educate themselves on consent, safewords/safesignals, and communicate with your partner or partners about their limits.)

Slade immediately stops, and I mean IMMEDIATELY. Crying is not unusual in their play, but the safeword is gospel to Slade. He unties his boyfriend and slowly starts to soothe him. He switches instantly from cruel Dom to loving Daddy and assures his boyfriend. Says how proud he is for him knowing to use the safeword and being honest. Slade stays there, assessing what is needed and how to meet those needs, ensuring his boyfriend is calmed down and brought out of subspace before discussing what exactly crossed the line.

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

(Not so) typical (kind of) hardcore (absolutely not) casual sex

(Not so) typical, (kind of) hardcore, (absolutely not) casual sex https://ift.tt/7FI98sr by niezjadajmnie "I don't want your excuses. Not right now." Dean straddles the angel, grinding his hips against him. He feels Cass get hard under him, bulging in his pants. His own boner is pretty obvious, the outline clearly visible though his pj's. "Tell me you're sorry, make it up to me, and promise to never disappear for so long again. In that order." Words: 3877, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Gay Sex, Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Light Bondage, Dreams, Wet & Messy, Bottom Dean Winchester, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Top Castiel (Supernatural), Deepthroating, Dean Winchester Misses Castiel, Unexpected Visitors, mentioning Sam Winchester during sex, Don't Ask, mention of safesigning, Safe Sane and Consensual, brief aftercare, Caring Castiel (Supernatural), Bruises via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/T4sYJaP May 27, 2024 at 11:07AM

[rainbowloliofjustice]

all this anti-kink bullshit is just making me think about how in a certain fandom the main couple have a kinky sex life (involving consent play) and people try to frame their first foray into those sorts of games as rape because one of them said (paraphrased) "you should just take me against my will" laughs and starts "crying for help" and his partner LITERALLY TELLS HIM (since he talks a TON) "stop talking if you want to stop" is that not on-the-fly safesignal talk? (ps: he only talked more)

Yup.

Cause they fail to realize that there is an actual difference between consensual and non-consentual. 

If some rando stranger slaps my ass (which has happened many times), it is assault. 

If I say “Sure it’s fine to slap my ass”, it’s surprise surprise... not assault and believe it or not consensual between all parties!

[wholetmewrite2020]

Who tries to roleplay in bed? Any ship.

This would be Lighttoothcupstrid. Also since involved roleplay these counts as “adult themes” but let me honest is nothing explicit.

This really got me thinking, but I think this would happen with Astrid; she is adventurous both in and out of the bedroom; Hiccup probably has his desires but doesn’t know how to say it. 

I think they really would be into power fantasies; of course everything is consensual and there is a safeword/safesignal if at some point they cannot continue with the scene, but it not something it happens often. 

Toothless is a little confused at first, but gets into it and try it out. Light Fury really, really doesn’t understand whats the deal with it, and normally doesn’t participate. Astrid and Hiccup are the ones mostly doing suggestions. 

This was a really fun scenario! Hope to hear more ideas. 

[rustyparable]

SafeSign - Pt 1?

Hi so someone replied to the comic with Stanley using sign language and suggested they need to use a safe word and I COULDNT AGREE MORE

(Maybe a series maybe not idk we'll see if I finish it)

[loudgothbf]

That's one thing I've noticed but haven't gotten around to asking you about-- Hibiki, darling, have you and Yuta discussed or used nonverbal safewords, or safesigns? By which I mean ways of communicating the need to stop a scene when one is unable to speak. They're common in the BDSM scene but from what you've told us I can't help but wonder if the two of you haven't implemented them, and if by using them you could have a safer and more enjoyable time together.

“Huh? No, we don’t have any of that. And when we’ve used, like, safe words before he still hasn’t stopped. Like, he knows my limits, so most of the time it’s okay, it’s just when he gets carried away. And he’s rough anyway, so, like, I’d still get hurt.”