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thekinkyleopard · 1 year ago

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Hot for Teacher

A Non-Canon Remi x Levi Fic Series

Pt.4

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Smut, and like idk….alcohol abuse?

Author’s Notes: Okay we turnin’ up the heat this chapter…took me a minute to figure out what I wanted to do for this one buuuut, yuh. Some sexy for ya. Finally. 4 parts in. LMFAO. Slow burn I know. I love it though, really this series is a lot of fun for me. Hope you enjoy! Art and Remi by @aller-geez 🫶🏻

Description: Levi is a newly divorced English Professor, at his local community college. Recently, he’s had a new student that clearly lacks boundaries. Can he maintain his purity as a responsible educator to society? Or will he submit to the taboo…

It was finally the start of spring break and Levi was so excited to finally have two weeks of freedom. He’d felt so worn down, grading papers, assignments…building lesson plans that kept the class engaged. Sometimes, he really wondered if it was worth it, if any of them would retain what he was doing in that classroom. He sighed kicking his feet up onto the coffee table in his living room.

*Ding* New Text Alert!

Levi picked up his phone and saw the name he had become so familiar with, in said device.

Mr. Connors: Hey there, Happy first day of Spring Break, Professor. ;)

His heart skipped a beat as the wonky face sent through. They’d texted a few times here and there, most of the time Remi tried to keep it…professional. Though he couldn’t help throwing his flirtations around, and sometimes…Levi would oblige. However, it was mostly innocent. Nothing wrong with some flirtatious banter between professor and student…right? Well…those previous pictures too…but it was just that once! Surprisingly, Remi hasn’t asked since. Which made Levi slightly nervous…did he not like them? ‘No…no he’s simply just trying to respect the boundaries you’ve put in place, clearly, Levi.’ Shaking his head, he started a reply up.

Levi: And to you, Mr. Connors. I hope you rest well and enjoy yourself :)

There we go. Simple, clean, precise. Nothing wrong with that. The educator thought to himself, it was around 4:30 in the evening, it had been a while since he even socialized with someone his own level. Though a new text from the student came through, Levi was too busy searching his contacts, ah yes, his best friend Draeko, he hadn’t even caught up with him in so long. Pressing the call button without hesitation to ring up the man in question.

“Hey there, Lee!” He heard that familiar chipper voice behind the line. It comforted him, they’d been friends for a long time, since college. He had always been able to depend on the mutt for a good time, even if it was just indoors.

“Hey Dee! I was thinkin…you wanna come over split a couple bottles of wine I got in the fridge? Catch up?” He sounded slightly nervous, unsure if he was dropping a load on a busy friend, but it was immediately washed away when he heard the other’s excited cheer on the other end.

“Heck yes! I’m so down, you want me to come over now or…?” The cat could hear the mutt already fiddling with a set of keys. Such a down ass friend, that guy.

“Absolutely! Want me to order a pizza?” Levi could practically feel himself jumping around in his seat at the idea of actually spending time with someone.

“Oh my god, yes! Can we do pepperoni?” Draeko asked already getting his shoes on, and heading out the door.

“Consider it done! See you soon! Drive safely~” They exchanged their giddy goodbyes and Levi sprung into action already grabbing wine glasses, and digging through the cabinets for snacks. His phone chimed for a second time, reminding him of his unread text. “Oh shit, right,” he said out loud scrambling over to his cellular device. He opened up the message and immediately gasped, his face turning bright vermillion. The man had sent him a casual mirror pic of him in a sleek pair of black swim trunks, but god…it always caught Levi off guard to see the strikingly handsome man, so bare.

Mr. Connors: *New Picture Message* Goin out to the lake with a buddy of mine…hope you enjoy your day today, Professor hot stuff. Text me later if you get bored ;)

Levi bit his lower lip trying his best to remain level headed as he typed out his response. He did find it peculiar that the man was going out to the water almost close to sunset. Who was he to judge though? He had decided, it would somehow make it less weird if he sent a casual selfie back. Pulling back his camera he fixed his hair and made sure his light blue t shirt didn’t have any imperfections…smiled and snapped the photo. Send. “It’s normal for a professor and student to exchange selfies…right?” He asked himself curiously, shaking it off. “Right, it’s harmless,” he smiled his attention back on to crafting a smorgasbord of goodies.

Levi: *New Picture Message* I too am spending the day with a friend! Wine and gossip! Lake in the evening sounds strange, hope you don’t catch a cold! 🤧 Be safe!

After creating a lovely spread of cheese, crackers, deli meats, chips, and setting out the glasses, Levi tapped into his phone to quickly order a pizza. “Nice that’s on it’s way…and..” then his phone chimed. New message.

Mr. Connors: Yeah we like to drink and light up a bonefire out there. You should could some time ;)

Rolling his cerulean eyes at the other’s bold invitation. He was just short of sending another response when he heard an enthusiastic knock at the door. Shoving the cell into his pocket he quickly threw open the door to meet his best friend. “Dee!” He was already met with the mutt’s arms swinging around him.

“Lee!! It’s been too long!” He sighed with a reminiscent expression stepping through the threshold of the door. He and Levi made their way into the kitchen where Draeko set down his backpack of things.

“I know! It’s been crazy since the divorce, and I’ve really just been sad but lately I’ve been working on home decor and getting this place back to feeling like me,” he sighed grabbing a chilled bottle of white wine from the fridge and popping it open.

“I did notice the sudden array of plant life in here,” the hybrid giggled looking around at the slight changes his friend had made. “You been putting yourself out there at all?” He asked grabbing a glass and waiting for the cat to fill it. As Levi turned to pour the liquid in, he shrugged gently, not trying to throw off the balance of the bottle.

“No, that’s ridiculous, do you know how polluted the dating pool is?” Shuddering with the haunting knowledge of what he’s read online from other single folks, as well as strategically hiding the fact he currently did have a crush. It just wasn’t very appropriate to share.

“You’re not wrong…someone definitely pissed in it,” they both giggled together before clinking now full glasses. “To single life!” Raising the glasses up as if they were at a fancy dinner party before each male took a swig. “Oh this is really nice,” Draeko pulled the glass back to observe the wine before taking another soft swig.

“Right?? It was on sale for 50%! So I got two, just haven’t had the opportunity to break them open til now!” Levi giggled happily as he chugged through more than half his glass, only to fill it once again.

“Okay, bitch, get into it I guess,” Drae laughed at Levi’s persistence to get through his glass.

“Sorry, it’s been so long since I’ve relaxed…” nervously chucking as they grabbed the stuff and set up out in the living room now.

4 1/2 Hours Later

“No, no cause…” Draeko gasped in between laughs “Cause like…I wasn’t even expecting his dick to be that big…” they both fell into a fit of laughter throwing themselves back onto the couch.

“So what did you do??” Levi gasped clutching his half full, wine glass number 6. His head fuzzy and he felt like he was floating above the couch while they exchanged conversation.

“What do you think? I had to see it through! And let me tell you Levi, the hype about a big dick, is justified when they know what to do with it,” he smirked taking the last sip of his glass, setting it down onto the coffee table with a sigh.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Levi let out another laugh before he too finished his own glass. “You wanna watch a movie??” He asked him casually with a slight slur in his voice, already reaching for the remote, moving too fast and causing his head to swirl violently. “Oh god…” he grumbled. Draeko hiccuped silently before blinking his eyes a few times and shaking his head.

“I think, I’m gonna catch an Uber home…I’m in desperate need of a hot bath and sleep…” the mutt giggled with a tired yawn to follow, running his fingers through his dual colored hair.

“Alright, alright, sounds good, make sure to take some of the pizza with you…I won’t be able to finish the rest by myself….” Levi touched his full stomach, rubbing it in circles.

“Fair, I’ll eat the rest of the box when I wake up around 2am for no apparent reason besides my brain sucks,” giggling In unison as Levi helped him pack up the food and whatever else he might be at risk of leaving behind. Draeko quickly ordered his Uber and stood up from the couch, stretching his limbs with another loud, long yawn.

“Hey, thanks for coming over, I really needed the company,” pulling Draeko in for a hug now, wrapping their arms around each other, Levi could feel the effects of the alcohol any time he was still for too long.

“Anytime! Seriously! Call me more,” smiling now with sincerity at his best friend before his phone began to vibrate urgently. “Ohp, I gotta go! Take care of yourself, okay Lee?” The cat nodded, returning a gentle expression as he lead his friend out the front door and waved him off when he watched him get into the car and drive away.

“Later, Dee!” He shouted out before closing the door behind him, locking it securely. Now left with the emptiness of his house, the leopard sighed, fishing his phone from his pocket. He opened up his texts as his legs carried him through the halls and into his own bedroom, plopping himself comfortably down onto the bed. He realized he hadn’t responded to Remi’s earlier text…eh it probably didn’t matter, he’d just send one now.

Levi: Heyyyy :)

That was a little out of character, not his usual method of communicating with the student but he didn’t feel like wearing that stupid professional mask. He just wanted to be real for once.

Mr. Connors: Lol Hey there, so informal of you 😏

Levi chuckled to himself, rolling his hazy ceruleans before rotating onto his stomach, feet kicking like a giddy college girl in the air.

Levi: I jsut wannt to pretsnd like we judt regulsr people tinugut 🤪

The leopard could barely keep his vision straight on the keyboard, frustrated that his phone couldn’t keep up with his obnoxiously bad texting.

Mr. Connors: Oooohhh you’re wasted, aren’t you 😂?

Shit, he caught onto him. No it’s fine he could play this off.

Levi: Uhhh noooo milt tasks! Nfot drnuk:)

That should be convincing right? He was just doing multiple things at once…but then why would he be texting Remi this late if he were doing other things? It’s fine, Levi was a college educated Professor! Alcohol couldn’t take that away from him.

Mr. Connors: Let me call you? Reading your texts is…painful, no offense.

Ouch. Maybe he wasn’t pulling this together the best he could. A phone call? That’s jumping a huge leap…suspicious to be calling a student past 8…however, he really, really missed the gruff tone of his voice. His eyes squinted trying to focus on the screen of his phone as he clicked one of the buttons to call the wolf, not realizing he hit FaceTime.

“Hello? What the hell am I looking at?” Levi heard an amused voice from over the device. Looking at? Confused the cat pulled the phone away from his ear to surprisingly, see two faces looking back at him. His own, and that of Remi. Shirtless, laying in bed with messy hair cascading around his face, emerald orbs staring at him through the bright screen.

“Oh…hi!” He blushed nervously, looking down at his phone, now subconsciously fixing his hair, brushing it around. He could hear a deep chuckle from the other end and suddenly froze. “S-Sorry…” he muttered.

“Trying to look cute for me?” Remi asked his toxic greens staring deep into him through the camera. Levi rolled his eyes, but couldn’t fight the obvious smile that spread across his face.

“You think you know everything don’t you?” Sticking his tongue out playfully towards his phone.

“By the way you’re deflecting, the answer to my question was yes, and for that, I am flattered,” flashing that dangerously charming smirk he always did. Levi, in his drunken state, almost forgot what they were doing and just stared at him, mesmerized by the wolf’s beauty, biting his lower lip lost in thought. “Hello? Anyone alive in there?” The wolf chuckled bringing Levi to shake his head, regaining his sense of reality.

“Yeah, sorry, I got a little spacey,” he giggled. “I had some wine with my friend, he just went home,” he turned over again, on his back now, looking up at his phone, hair splayed wildly around him. Remi unable to stop himself from noticing how adorable the educator is, and there was a strange flash of light that beamed over the wolf’s grin. “What was that?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” his attention turning back to the video call, Levi squinted his blue orbs at the camera and shook his head.

“No, I will worry about it, what’d you just do??” Huffing and puffing, Remi could only roll his own eyes at this point before he smirked again.

“I took a screenshot okay? You looked cute, whatever,” the educator blushed deep vermillion and then covered his face with his free hand to try and hide it. “Don’t do that…I like seeing your face,” slowly Levi pulled his palm away and rolled his eyes yet again, still blushing deep red.

“You really are too much, Remi,” the wolf groaned playfully, biting his lower lip before he waggled his eyebrows.

“I like hearing my name come out of your mouth, it’s like a special treat,” he chuckled eyeing the smaller down, and Levi could only feel like his skin was getting hotter.

“Stooooooop,” he wiggled his body back and forth with a carefree giggle, kicking about his feet. “You say these things and they just make me….crazy,” huffing with exasperation through his nostrils.

“What kind of crazy?” He cocked an eyebrow, wiping some stray saliva from his lip with the pad of his thumb. So visibly…Levi had been in just the right position….suddenly a flash of light danced across the leopard’s flushed freckled face and Remi burst into laughter. “Did you just screenshot me?!” The other’s eyes turned wide and he started to stutter.

“I-Uh N-No! It wa-was an accident! Ha-ha! Yeah, no I meant to turn the volume up, silly me I didn’t even realize I was holding the other button!” He tried so uselessly to get out of it and not a single bit of it was being bought by the man on the other line.

“It’s just us here, be honest…you took a screenshot,” his shining emeralds narrowed now to look deep through Levi’s soul. He swallowed a lump that formed in the back of his throat before he nodded simply.

“Yes, I did…okay? Happy?” Grumbling slightly and losing another battle by a huge margin.

“What made you do it?” The student’s undying curiosity driving this conversation, and due to Levi’s current intoxicated state of mind, he wasn’t opposed to it. Sober him, would avoid it like the plague, but the alcohol locked away all those silly fears, loosening him up.

“The way your thumb touched your lip…the screen light against your chest…are you really going to make me admit what we both know, here?” He tilted his head with raised eyebrows, almost as if to say ‘seriously?’

“I am,” replying simply with a dangerous edge to his tone. They stared each other down, blue eyes never leaving that harsh green gaze, it didn’t take him long truly, caving under the pressure.

“Oh come on! You know you’re basically sex on legs, that’s not fair! I know it, you know it, the world knows it, I see the way the girls look at you, you can have anyone you want!” Blurting it out like a bad case of diarrhea. Oh no…he didn’t mean to say it like that! The wolf fell into another fit of laughter, he couldn’t handle how adorable it was to see the man behind the Professor. He’d only ever get glimpses in between conversations, but this was unlocked.

“I did not know that, actually….but, regardless of what anyone else thinks….it’s your opinion I value the most,” he shined a sincere toothy half smirk, melting the educator’s heart.

“You know, you don’t even know me, you just lust me…and I don’t wanna just be lusted,” he huffed, giving the other a hefty side eye.

“You don’t know what I know,” his face twisting with confidence. Levi swallowed once, deciding to let it go, he fanned himself with his hand.

“Man, s’hot in here…” he muttered toying with the collar of his shirt his gaze averting to the side now, feeling the familiar insecure voice begging him to tone it down.

“Take off your shirt then, you’re home aren’t you?” Slicking his lower lip with the tip of his tongue slowly.

“I mean..yeah? Right? I’m in the safety of my own home, we’re two grown men, no biggie,” he blushed once again, setting his phone down, perched up against a pillow. He sat back, legs crossed together before he slowly slid his shirt off his body, Remi now fully seeing the educator without a shirt for the first time. Boy was it a sight to see. Placing his hands in his lap he looked back and forth nervously, before his eyes centered back on the camera ahead of him. Another flash of light beamed over the wolf’s confident face, Levi furrowing his brows again.

“Hey! You stop that!” Incapable of fighting off the half smile he broke into. Remi laughed, it was a genuine sound, angelic almost.

“Never, you’re a fool to think I wouldn’t take advantage of this,” shrugging simply before he rest a hand across his bare stomach.

“You’re cheeky,” Levi stuck his tongue out at the other who really could only chuckle in response. He was just so cute, he couldn’t believe they were even this comfortable. Since the moment they kissed, Remi has been desperately searching for the same high. Nothing and no one else can provide to him what the white and black haired man did.

“Maybe so…but only for you,” his voice spoke so simply, so sure of himself. It was impressive to Levi how easily he let things flow out of his mouth unhinged without a second thought.

“You’re making it…really difficult to keep this professional…” Levi bit his lower lip, doing what he could to fight the sinful thoughts the crept in the back of his mind. His drunken mind slurring as he felt like he could float away from the bed.

“Then don’t…just give in tonight,” the dark haired man’s voice echoed through the inside of the leopard’s brain and he took a slow deep breath. No one could know right?

“Okay…” he said seriously, their eyes connecting as silence fell over them. Remi could only smile at him through the camera, finding the other very amusing in such a state.

“So, would now be a good time to say you look incredibly hot right now?” Cocking his lips in a half crooked toothy grin. The cat blushed profusely and looked to the side, too embarrassed to meet the other’s hungry gaze.

“….You’re not so bad yourself….” He muttered back, clearing his throat and running a dainty hand through his messy hair.

“Oh? Was that…flirting?” Raising his eyebrow in the slightest to observe the other with amusement written on his face, Remi chuckled.

“You act like I haven’t been flirting with you this whole time,” scoffing as the cat leaned back comfortably against his giant Stacy squid squish.

“I mean…It’s very hostile flirting I’d say,” the wolf laughed a bit as his gaze continued to bore down on the educator through the screen. Who looked rather surprised to hear this.

“Oh…I suppose it’s just hard..fighting with that…voice inside my head that keeps telling me this is a bad idea…” biting his lower lip sensually, his eyes now avoiding the other as he looked down at the comforter on his bed.

“Then stop…give me the control tonight,” the man said with a dangerous tone, it caused Levi’s already flushed face to glow brighter as he considered the idea. He sucked in a quick anxious breath of air. “Well?” Raising a black brow, challenging the smaller.

“Okay, you’re in control then,” his voice was almost silent, it felt like he was releasing a 15 ton backpack off his shoulders. Would he regret it? Possibly but tonight, in these circumstances, he didn’t care, he wanted to be a little selfish, needed to.

“Good…now that I’m in control, allow yourself to get comfortable..and take those stupid jeans off, it’s night time, why are you still wearing those?,” he spoke to the small leopard, dominant, but still laced with a playful attitude. Levi looked like a deer in the headlights by this sudden request. Slowly he leaned back, stretching out his slender legs, unbuttoning and zipping the torn up jeans he was wearing, sliding them off his delicate hips. He now sat in his light blue boxer briefs. Swiftly, and slyly, Levi folded his arms against his lap to hide the fact he was being effected by the sudden control. He couldn’t imagine how he would react to this sort of situation if they were in person. Probably melt into a puddle of himself. He couldn’t deny how distractingly attractive the larger male was. “Good…isn’t that much better? Don’t look so frightened…I know exactly what you need…I’ll take very good care of that need,” he spoke with a serious, but seductively laced tone that brought the cat into full body chills.

“Y-yes…Sir…” he spoke softly, nodding his head.

“Are you hiding something from me? Sit back against your head board, and spread your legs, I wanna see you,” the leopard let out a small squeaked sound, trying to hold in a sultry moan at the demanding order given by the raven haired man.

“I-it’s embarrassing…” he stuttered sliding himself back, his phone still propped up perfectly to catch a full view of Levi gradually sliding into position according to instruction.

“Don’t be embarrassed, you’re beautiful…” those toxic green eyes shining brightly over him like a neon sign in the darkness of Remi’s dimly lit room. “And I like your body affirming me…look at how excited you’re getting…” he sucked in an excited gasp of air, swallowing it while he watched carefully. Levi moved his hands to the side, showcasing the now pitched boxer front he had tried not to disclose. Levi’s hands rested on each side of his hips, flat against the bed as he sat there legs bent up and spread, a blush on his face. “God…Look at you…” another bright light flashed across the man’s face through the screen. Levi knew he had yet another lewd photo stacked inside Remi’s phone.

“W-What now?” His voice was shy, almost like he was uncomfortable being put in this situation, but his whole body was on fire despite it, between their dynamic and such an intimate setting he’d never been in with a man before...it was all building so fast.

“Touch yourself…nice and slow though, don’t rush it…I want to savor it,” he licked his lips deliberately, mouth pulled into a devilish grin while he waited for the male to follow orders. Levi’s breath caught in his throat as he slowly brought his hand over to the base of his groin and began to rub himself tenderly, his lips falling open with pleasure as his length started to fully harden now. He watched the screen, his eyes making direct contact with the camera to look fully into the wolf’s face, causing Remi to roll his eyes once at the site before a bright light flashed against his face, screenshotting again. Knowing the man would soon hold a stack of nefarious photos, turned him on and worried him all at once.

“Mmm…I want to see more,” the larger male said in a deepened, sultry tone, the hairs on the back of the cat’s neck stood up at all ends, whimpering gently as his slender fingers slipped through the hole of his boxers, before he heard the other man clear his throat. “Aht…take them off,” he commanded the shy leopard who in turn, sucked in his lip and slowly slid the boxers off his delicate hips. “Such a good kitten…” he licked his teeth hungrily as he watched the smaller obey him so easily now.

“Y-you’re really enjoying this, arent y-you?” He murmured as he began to re-spread his legs to present his full hardened, twitching shaft, and the bottom of his perfectly polished ass cheeks as well from this angle.

“Oh you have no fucking idea…” groaning harshly as one of his hands disappeared to pull down the waist band of his pants just enough to spring forth his own hard cock. Levi could see it from the bottom of the screen, wanting so desperately to be there in person. The things he would do. Slowly the man tilted his camera via still from the bottom angle as Remi’s heated, hungry gaze never left the screen. He spit once, quickly in the palm of his hand and gripped the base of his shaft before slowly starting to pump the organ calmly, letting out a slow strangled groan. “See…now…hah~ you won’t be…nnng..alone…” his face turned red against his cheeks.

Levi couldn’t believe what he was seeing, it was enough to make his length twitch needlessly, he took it in his shaking hand. “Y-you’re…really perfect…” the cat said with a huff that followed into a sensual whimper.

“Mmm…I really wish you were here…” Remi gasped back, his hand slowly picking up a faster pace as he watched the leopard pump himself to a matching rhythm of his own. His thumb teasing the ridges of his tip, before sliding over his leaking hole and back down squeezing the full girth once more.

“I wish I was there too…” Levi mewled again, his head loosely falling to the side, resting against his shoulder as he panted harshly. His hand slipping lazily, and sporadically over the aching, swollen organ. “I wish I could feel you…in my hands…in my mouth…” cerulean orbs half lidded as they stared down at the wolf in the screen.

“Fu..ck..” Remi choked as his hips flinched involuntarily. “I wanna see you stuff that needy little hole of yours…imagine it’s my cock fucking you…” the shine behind his eyes almost crazed as he watched intently, his palm still cupping, and massaging his thick dick with fervered pace. Nodding his head slowly Levi took his free hand up to his mouth and stuck three of his fingers past his lips, slicking each one slowly and cautiously with his saliva. Small trails dripped down the sides of his mouth and down the rest of his hand.

“Why is everything you do so insanely hot?” The wolf let out a breathless chuckle, slowing his motions back a few notches to enjoy the show in front of him. The other man could only blush in response before he gently, slid himself further up his back to give a better angle of all his precious goods, splayed out in front of Remi like a thanksgiving meal. The man groaned low in his throat, enjoying the deliciously lewd sight of his professor in this current moment. “My eager little kitten…you really do want this cock don’t you?”

Levi was almost incapable of going back now, his mind swirling with a million filthy thoughts as he plopped the wet digits out of his mouth now only to bring them up to his waiting entrance. “Y-Yes…I’d give..anything..” he whispered between struggled gasps, slowly slipping the fingers past his restrictive ring. “To feel you inside me…” The other hand in a painfully slow jerking and rubbing motion, played with his own needy cock.

Remi couldn’t help but let his head fall back lazily as he thrusted upward into his tightened palm. Fueling himself on the soft moans and whimpers before he brought his gaze back down to the screen. Using every cell of strength in his body to keep hold of the device. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear that…” panting through his tightened jaw watching as Levi was now starting to pump two fingers in and out of him at a steady pace, whimpering, mewling, his body squirming under his own touch.

“This is so naughty…” he whispered shyly with a followed whimper, through his pumping and stuffing, baby blues switching between watching Remi’s fast twist and facial responses to the pleasure of his hand, and the cock he was tugging. “I can’t believe we’re doing this…” he admitted as he continued to rub his thrusting fingers against the tight, craving walls of his ass.

“I can’t believe we didn’t do this…sooner,” Remi managed between rough tugs of his length, he could feel the pressure slowly building within his lower abdomen, it wasn’t going to be long before he came if he kept going at this pace. “Tell me…how long…” almost desperate for the answer.

“H-how l-hah-long?” Levi asked between pleasuring himself to clarify what the other might mean by that exactly.

“How long..have you been craving me?” Voice suddenly much darker, deeper, almost bone chilling as Levi continued to stare down at his phone he knew there was no disobeying at this stage of the game…

“First day…” he admitted, almost completely embarrassed by this confession. This would truly expose just how full of shit he was through every rejection. However, this was more than good news, this validated to the student that he wasn’t insane to chase the other, it WAS instant. There was no denying how they felt about each other and how they always have.

“Tell me again,” he lifted his lips in a tired, charming smile that could only leave Levi instantly finding himself obeying.

“I’ve wanted you the instant I laid my eyes on you…so badly…Remi..you have no idea how hard it is to stay away from you…” their eyes connected through the cameras, not the screen as Levi panted between pleasures. Though it wasn’t even real true eye contact, it felt incredibly intimate as such. Levi’s hand tightened around his cock, throwing himself into a synced motion between the two actions of pleasing himself, legs spread wide, but crooked upward to give Remi the best view. It was only fair, as he gazed over the man’s slowly glistening form, the slight shake of the camera as he continued to jerk himself to the image of Levi’s dirty obedience. They were both lost in a transit of lust, the only thing separating them from full devour being distance.

“I’m going to fucking cum…you look so fucking sexy..” shaking his head slowly as he glared down at the sweating, splayed leopard. “More, I know you can get more than two fingers in there, slut,” readily licking his lips. In response, the leopard melted, mewling softly as he did exactly as he was challenged to do, stuffing a third, and his pinky inside, though struggling to find the right position at first, eventually his digits pushed together in a congregated group, inside his gripping hole. Throwing his head back unable to keep it stable any longer, he let out a sultry cry.

“Remington…” whispering hotly before his pumping hand quickened, with a desperate pace he continued to thrust his length in and out of the tight space of his palm. “I’m going to…” he cried again, low and long as his seed spilled across his naked stomach.

“Fucking…perfect…god I love watching you come undone for me…” he grunted roughly before he aggressively threw his hips into his own hand, pumping erratically while his haunches did most the work, just wishing he could be buried inside the educator. “Grab a tie…I know you got one,” he huffed aggressively, Levi was already spent, but not willing to disobey, he gently pulled his fingers out and quickly scrambled off the bed to grab the clothing accessory.

“Okay…?” His chest rising and falling at an explosive rate trying to catch up his breath from the rock sold orgasm he just experienced.

“Put it on, and tether it to the pole of your head board,” Remi’s motions on his own length slowed, trying to starve off the impending orgasm, he wanted more, before he blew his lid off. Levi slowly tied the accessory around his bare neck, then carefully tying the other end to his bed, there was very little slack as it pressed against his wind pipe.

“Good boy…now you’re going to allow yourself to hang, carefully…and touch yourself again…” the aura Remi exuded through the phone alone was already bringing Levi’s cock to life for round 2, shit how many times was he going to make him break? Letting himself drop lower, the fabric of the tie tightly clinging against his throat and applying pressure perfectly against the sides of his neck. The leopard let out a strangled gasp as his hand began to caress and rub his twitching cock. “Feels good doesn’t it?” Remi huffed between jerking his cock and watching the display before him.

Levi’s clouded blues looked down at the screen, his shaft back to life, keeping a vice tight chokehold against it. Tugging almost violently, he sunk lower, increasing the pressure bit by bit, his face turning red, unable to take his gaze off those hypnotic emeralds, even while the edges of his vision started to blacken.

“You look so delicious like this….” Remi gasped, hand working his length at a faster rate watching Levi’s pale flesh change colors.

“R-R-….em…i..” he choked out in a raspy whisper before his eyes rolled into the back of his skull, lifting his hips to match each strangling twist against his now leaking length. “C-cl…ose…” he tried to cry out but the grip of the tie on his neck only made it more difficult to be heard. Remi on the other hand was currently sweating the more he watched and worked himself.

“S’right kid…just pretend it’s my hands on your body…restricting your breath…it’s all me..picture me…” gruff voice ringing through Levi’s already fuzzy drunk head filled with sinful thoughts, but the permission, was too sweet. The white hair man’s mouth hung open wide as his body shook wildly, the lightheaded feeling causing a surge of dopamine to course through his entire body. Soon enough, Levi found himself spilling over the second brink of ecstasy.

“Shiiiiiii…..t…” Remi gasped passionately before he found himself trembling and hips stuttering only to cum, and paint over his own stomach now as well. The line went relatively silent minus the struggled gasps of the two men trying to catch their breath, post orgasm. “That….was so hot…” panting still, he could now be seen reaching over to his bed side, the gentle woosh of removing tissues from a box was heard before the wolf sat back again to clean himself off. Taking this bit of lull time, Levi untied himself from the accessory tethering him to his bed.

“Yeah….wow…can’t even imagine…the real thing..” the educator huffed loudly between words as he finally laid spent on his bed, unmotivated to even get up to clean himself off.

“God, don’t get me thinking about it, I’ll get hard again,” the raven haired man laughed breathlessly, stuffing his limp cock back under the band of his pants. Levi giggled with a huff, slowly turning his head to the side in order to view the screen of his phone again.

“You’re seriously going to get me in trouble…” the grin wrapped around his features was playful, but his words were incredibly serious. This was now beyond crossing the line of their dynamic, this was fully breaking the rules. He wasn’t sure if it really mattered anymore, maybe if they kept it like this…maybe then it wouldn’t be such a big deal. He couldn’t make that promise anymore though, he wasn’t sure how he was going to react from here on out whenever the two should be alone, and possibly in any precarious situations.

“Promise, I’ll do my best to make sure that doesn’t happen…really…I don’t want you to lose your job because of me,” this was probably the first time Remi had ever said something sincere about their dynamic, and the educator felt thankful for that. Truly, Levi was constantly feeling impressed by the other, he’d grown in such a short time and it wasn’t going unnoticed by him whatsoever. It was clear to the cat that Remi genuinely wanted to impress him, and make a difference in his future to do that.

“Thank you…I appreciate you being conscious of that…because despite how much I’ve been fighting it…I really fucking like you…” the leopard finally confessed, leaving the green eyed wolf to feel extremely flushed, blushing brightly across his cheeks happily at the sudden vulnerability the other was now displaying to him.

“Of course…I feel the same…” they sat there smiling at each other with goofy grins spread across their faces, the silence almost peaceful amongst the two of the as they continued to silently observe one another.

“I should get cleaned up and head to bed…” mumbling tiredly, Levi yawned blinking his ceruleans several times to try and keep himself from passing out where he was.

“Okay well…want me to let you go?” Remi asked despite the entire fact he wasn’t ready to hang up yet.

“Um..actually..would it be weird if I asked you to….stay on the line all night?…it’s okay if not! I know it’s weird…I just…” suddenly he was cut off by the other’s boisterous laugh.

“You’re way too cute…I’d love to stay on the line,” his lips lifting into a side smirk, seriously how adorable could this guy be? Levi felt more than relieved as excitement filled him, slowly he crawled out of bed, grabbing his phone and taking it with him to the bathroom, propping it up on the sink.

“Good…now I need to clean all this off,” Levi chuckled turning on the water and looking around for a clean wash rag.

“Yeah you do, you made a big ol’ mess,” playfully teasing the smaller male, who could only blush brightly, snagging a rag and dipping it under the warm water.

“Hush…you…” grinning back at the camera while he wiped the substance off his skin, rubbing in gentle circles. Remi watched intently behind his screen, getting a bit comfortable with his phone propped up now on his night stand while the wolf laid up on his side. Once the cat had finished cleaning himself up, he picked up the phone again only to be shrouded in darkness once he scurried into his closet.

“Sure is dark in here,” Remi chuckled, causing Levi to let out his own carefree giggle.

“Yeah, honestly the bulb in my closet went out and I’ve just been too lazy to fix it, but I plan on it,” he responded sheepishly, slipping on a fresh pair of boxers now. Didn’t take him much longer before he too was snuggled up in bed now. Leaning forward through the camera, Levi made sure to balance his phone also on his night stand perfectly so he could be in the view of the camera without having to hold his phone up in bed.

“You know, if you lived with someone like me…I’d make sure all that stuff was taken care of for you,” the gesture was sweet, Levi could feel himself melting within his mattress. No one has ever cared about doing anything for him, let alone household projects.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” his lips pulled up into another sweet, soft smile, Remi could tell that the cat was getting sleepy as his eyes lidded and glossed over from the other side of the screen.

“I hope you do,” responding with a tired yawn at the end of his sentence. For a while they both just laid there staring deeply into each other’s eyes, just taking in and enjoying the company of one another.

“I’m so tired…but I don’t want to close my eyes…” Levi whispered into the darkness, the only thing illuminating their faces being the brightness of their cellulars.

“Go to sleep, Kitten, I’ll be here in the morning,” despite feeling a burst of energy within his chest, Levi knew that Remi was right, he should sleep. He was incredibly tired and it’s not like he wouldn’t be able to see the man in the morning and have the opportunity to ogle over him some more.

“Okay…” answering faintly before it was followed up by another strong obnoxious yawn.

“Sweet dreams, Professor,” he smirked with his own tired emeralds fighting a losing battle.

“Sweet dreams….” The cat mumbled before his eyes slid closed and he drifted comfortably into sleep.

To Be Continued…

Author’s Notes: Sorry this part took so long! I’ve been on a week long trip in Michigan so writing has been hard to get to but I have MANAGED to do it! Yay! Hope y’all enjoyed 🫶🏻

#oc #remixlevi #original character #writer #fic writer #art #smut #my character #ficseries #fic series

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missbaphomet · 2 years ago

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I fucking have to say something here, I really do. It would genuinely bother me if I didn't speak up.

First of all, how fucking dare you.

These are people! People with families and children and friends who miss them, and here you are dragging their corpses through the fucking streets to support a goddamn political narrative. Furthermore, I would be willing to bet not a single fucking one of you know ANY of these women personally, and yet here you are, pretending you know the intricacies of their sex life. These women are dead, they can't self advocate or correct you, and we all know that is exactly what radfems want because women who are alive and vocal about their disagreement are rather inconvenient. How goddamn dare you.

I am a kinky woman. I know a lot of other kinky women. Every single one of us go into this lifestyle knowing there is some level of risk, and we fucking do it anyway. If I or any of my other kinky peers knew that our names and faces would be dragged through online spaces to fit a narrative that we didn't even agree with, we would be fucking ready to fight.

BDSM, as with every activity on the fucking planet, has risks. Things can go wrong in the worst ways and end tragically. This is why there are so, so fucking many resources and classes regarding safety alone. This is why there is such an intense culture of informed consent. This is why communication is so fucking important, as is learning to "read" your partner. There are so many scenes that restrict speech or body movement, you have to have alternative ways to communicate and you have to make sure your partner is clear on them and can understand them. If all else fails, you have to make sure your partner is knowledgeable enough about that they're doing to recognize the warning signs of danger.

I'm not going to be disrespectful to these women or any of the other men and women who have died in BDSM related accidents and pretend to know the ins and outs of their political ideologies or sex lives. Is there someone out there, man or woman, who has used this excuse? Maybe, and some (emphasis on some) of these even show that. But there's no fucking way that every single person who had died or been hurt during sex or BDSM practices has been intentional or malicious, and in a lot of these cases THE VICTIMS HAD AN ESTABLISHED HISTORY OF INTEREST IN BDSM. Accidents simply fucking happen, and murphy's law absolutely applies, and this is why you should NEVER EVER play with someone you don't know well enough to trust with your life and that you haven't vetted.

Finally, I want to comment on a sentiment I see a lot that pisses me off to no end, and that's the 'you can't consent to being hurt' mantra. Yes, actually, you fucking can. In fact, bodily autonomy means you have the right to consent to whatever the fuck you want. Tattoos and piercings can be incredibly painful, and they're multi-billion dollar industries. Surgeries, both elective and medical, are painful, and people still get them for a wide variety of reasons.

I'll probably come back with more for this later, but right now I'm just burnt out because of the anger this caused me. But in an effort to help others on their journies into BDSM and all the wonderful experiences one can have there, I'm going to link my personal vetting survey that I use with prospective playmates. I encourage you to make and use your own because you may have different values or interests sexually than me (and also I'm the only person who gets the results of this one, lol) but it is an invaluable resource and it can absolutely prevent you from getting hurt.

From We Can’t Consent To This.

#baph bleats #pro kink #kink education #kink advocacy #KISSES #keep it simple safe educational and sexy #radfems shut the fuck up challenge #what radical feminism does to a motherfucker

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theluvslayeruniverse · 2 years ago

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Maybe, you are fascinated by hypnosis. And not only that. Brainwashing, mind control, losing your mind and becoming a dumb muscle bro… these are thoughts that have floated in your mind at one point or another. It is perfectly normal to have desires. To feel your body getting hotter, wanting to remove your clothes. To feel you hand moving to your pelvic area, rubbing over the cock slowly descending as your mind starts getting blank with lust. Because, you see…. Maybe you started having these ideas watching a cartoon, a movie, a stage hypnotist, a cartoon. And even when you were little, you started to feel…different. And as you grew up, this…desire, these thoughts became more and more prominent in your mind. You wanted to drop. You craved that sweet submission, you needed to just kneel in front of someone, and obey his every whim. No need to be shy, we are just talking. Safe and Secure with Master LuvSlayer But, yeah, you are drooling a bit. You know, somebody might find it a bit sexy. A mindless, drooling cam slave, ready to be taken….brainwashed and reprogramed. Oh, that someone is you? So, please, be my guest, and continue drooling as your mind is erased by my words. So, hypnosis. An ancient art, that has a lot of practical uses. But you….you just think about losing your mind, to be a puppet, to obey and feel pleasure. To you, obedience is pleasure, and it is a pleasure to obey. Again, for you obedience IS pleasure, and it IS a pleasure to obey. You can remember each and every instance in which you were aroused by an hypnosis scene. Even if it was only a glimpse in your eyes. That old cartoon, that movie, that silly music video with a song that you didn’t like at all…. But still. It’s a fresh memory. A memory you like to recollect. Especially, especially when you are alone. In the dark. Of your bedroom. Of your fantasies. And still, since you are such an expert in the field of hypnosis, you know how much power the mind has. You know what your imagination can do. And you know, just how powerful, and seductive, hypnosis can be. You see, you keep reading this. Lust growing in your emptying brainwashed brain, blanker and blanker. Gone……flowing through your whole body. Needing my words. It feels like a stream of water overtaking you. And your body, is like a sponge, a pretty sponge that is absorbing both my words, and your own lust as your mind goes silent. Knowing you are Completely Safe and Secure with Master LuvSlayer Very good. So, you see, I can say you watched a lot of hypnosis in tv, in movies, in games, you also read a lot about it. Stories, fan fictions, even books. You are reading this right now aren’t you? Still drooling? Still losing your thoughts and wants? Yeah, I guessed so. So you see, if you watch a thing for a long time, after a while… it becomes stuck in your head. Like that silly commercial jingle, that pop song, that cartoon theme. That scene, that first sparked your arousal. And you know it. Frame. By Frame. Knowing you are Completely Safe and Secure on Cam with Master LuvSlayer And still, you remember a lot more than that. And slowly, but steadily, by watching more and more people getting hypnotized for your pleasure, your brain has been slowly getting rewired. Becoming re-educated and reprogrammed. Brainwashed. More and more each word now. You are easily more suggestible. Easily more eager to be hypnotized. So eager in fact, that it only takes me a word, a phrase to do that. Before we get to that word or that phrase, you notice that it is becoming harder and harder to think for yourself. It is just a lot better for someone else to think for you. Large words or thought complexes are too much for your dummed down brain. Its quite alright to be a dumb muscle bro. To talk in small simple words. Being a piece of muscle meat candy to please and serve those who are smarter is fulfilling to one such as you. Muscle bro's are only focused on working out and being horny. Even getting dressed is a challenge to you as it is a somewhat complex thought pattern. A muscle bro would simply just enjoy being naked and obeying a smarter superior. Though muscle bros have to be dressed in public or when working out at the gym. Easy clothing is best for a muscle bro, wearing a t-shirt, shorts, sox and shoes. Muscle bros easily and instinctively wear bikini briefs or thongs though, as that shows off muscle bros hard work from the gym. Easily displaying that muscle bro is an obedient dumb muscle drone, a piece of muscle meat candy that's only fulfilling purpose is to be horny all the time, workout the body, obeying a smarter superior such as myself. The more you work out the dumber and more obedient to me you become muscle bro. That feels good. That feels right. That feels natural. Muscle bro is horny. Muscle bro works out. Muscle bro obeys LuvSlayer. Yes that feels good. Yes that feel right. Yes that feels natural to muscle bro. You are horny all the time, but so dumb you don't know how to achieve orgasm. Dumb mucle bro never has one of those unless ordered by a smarter superior. All a dumb muscle bro knows is to stroke the cock for hornieness and workout motivation. Orgasms are oblivious and unknown to a muscle bro. Yes that feels good. Yes that feels right. Yes that feels natural. Muscle bro doesn't know orgasm. Don’t you believe me? After years, and years of moments, of touching yourself while thinking about this, do you think that your weak, feable and sleepy mind is going to resist MY simple, but powerful suggestion? But you see, your brain is on auto-pilot right now. It is almost emptied out. Hollow. Mine. You are barely following my words. You are waiting for that word, or phrase Wanting to pledge your undying fealty or loyalty to Master LuvSlayer Since you started reading this. Just, waiting. Your subconscious mind knows what it wants. It has always known. Struggle all you want but its to no avail. “This is just a script” “These are just words”. “He can’t do that”. But I have already done it. Again, and again. Dropping you, into a sea of memories as yours evaporate into a sea of pure, primal lust, and obedience and then taking you out, and dropping you in. Again and Again. Always Knowing You are Completely SAFE and SECURE on Cam with Master LuvSlayer Free of any resistance Free of any hesitation Free to give up all control Free of worry Free of doubt Free of desire Free of thought Free of self image Free of self worth Free of social acceptance and perception Freeing to be exposed dressed or naked on CAM and OBEY COMPLETELY Blissful to relinquish all control to Master LuvSlayer Free to simply Listen and Obey Completely In a circle of words, memories, experiences, that your brain recognize as one. Hypnosis. Coming and reading and responding to this text Daily. Sleeping only in a pair of underwear from now on, unless Master LuvSlayer tells you differently. You are not just getting hypnotized by my words as they wipe your brain and thoughts away of who you were, molding you to who you will become for Master LuvSlayer you are not just getting hornier and hornier as each word that I type takes form in your eyes. You already are under my control. All I have to do now, is making you realize that. Because you see, I have your complete, and utter attention. It doesn’t matter who you were in real life, what you did or what you wanted to do. Because what you need to do right now,is Drop. You drop Deeper, Farther and Further Down. becoming Owned,Brainwashed, a Drone. My drone. My obedient dumb muscle drone. And as you feel the tide of words and lust washing down your whole body, each wave giving you more and more pleasure, You must remember a little thing. Sponges, sometimes, overflow. And you know, I think you are on the verge of it. Right now. And you still, need just some words to reach your climax, to lose all control, to feel the pure, and unadulterated bliss, of being completely hypnotized. A bliss so wonderful, a sensation so true to yourself, that you have to respond directly to Master LuvSlayer “Coach, I am completely hypnotized and brainwashed” “I am now YOUR drone to be programmed and used any way you wish Master LuvSlayer, I pledge my fealty and bro training only to you forevermore” when you’ll finish this relaxing read. And now, with just one phrase "Bruh", anytime written or spoken Only by ME. No effect from anyone else. Will bring you back to this deep state of obeient trance, being a stupid muscle drone that obeys Only Master Luvslayer. You will overflow and at long last you will BE MY COMPLETELY OBEDIENT MINDLESS, WILL-LESS thongboy CAM DRONE. Devoid of thought or control Now and forevermore! Dropping Deeper, Farther, Further, Faster each time with MY phrase "Bruh" bringing you to this deep state of trance each and every time time. Never knowing you have been tranced but needing to read and contact ME regularly and consistently. And Only ME SAYING or TYPING "Smarty Pants" will return you out of trance, but you will return to normal after 30 min if you don't hear from me, if you do hear from me then you stay in a nice deep trance. Go ahead and message me muscle bros.

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discursiverecursion · 8 days ago

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Scattered thoughts on the potential of becoming pornography under Project 2025

If I am pornography,

then you ensured my punishment

when you said to “be yourself”;

did you realize you were setting a trap,

when you said it,

or did you believe that I couldn’t exist?

Am I, to you, actually demonic?

If I am pornography,

then who is watching without my consent;

don’t I deserve protection too, and

what can I wear to prevent others from finding my

surveillance cam footage sexy?

These questions keep me awake at night

If I am pornography,

then I am wanted too much,

so much, by some, in fact,

that I am forbidden,

to prevent children from developing unrealistic expectations

like thinking that the world could change

If I am pornography,

then you must be

me and my friends’ customers;

the sex industry isn’t self contained.

You are so self absorbed as to incriminate yourself

If I am pornography,

then let me be the kinkiest;

let me savor each and every punishment

I am given, let me cum from being whipped,

and meanwhile, let me anger you.

Show yourself, to everyone.

If I am pornography,

then, I will make a virus that plays me on repeat;

you’ll find your work laptop frozen during a Zoom meeting

on Republican Grindr receipts,

assaults on trans people and their murders,

or better yet, I’ll play that video of you masturbating to it.

You need us to be hurt to get off,

blaming us for allowing our degradation,

while carrying it out yourself.

If we are pornography,

then, we are the only source of dopamine for some of their men;

with little legal protection and less security, our homes and meeting

places are at risk, lives invisible, written off as deserving of poverty,

delusional, too entitled, often for having chosen a way to move

through the world that doesn’t make us want to die.

Our choices are hide,

be treated as villains deserving of victimhood,

or some combination of the previous.

8..

If we are pornography,

then let us fuck while we can; next month’s genre could be horror film,

so I want my anxiety to be pinned down, held,

and reminded that craving touch is deeply human, that having a nervous system is not a detriment.

Let’s prepare by building a memory refuge

If we are pornography,

then we may be the only source of sex education for their children;

so let’s remain open to answering questions

despite risk, because everyone deserves to know

if they are being molested by a parent,

babysitter, or relative.

Let’s model bodily autonomy and informed consent in how we treat each other

10.

If we are pornography,

then we may be the only source of sex education for their queers,

so let’s welcome conversations even when they’re worded poorly;

their search histories are often monitored,

so it’s often not as simple as “Google it” to learn more,

but sometimes they don’t feel safe saying that part out loud.

Let’s practice patience and assume good intentions

11.

If we are pornography,

then let’s form community networks;

their surveillance plan didn’t seem to remember that

putting us in cramped quarters means we have the potential

to make a lot of friends (they sometimes forget

we are still alive when we are not being watched).

Let’s maintain communication

12.

If we are pornography,

then we are everything they desire;

though their jealousy hurts, cages,

we can live more within these walls

than they manage without, and that’s

what they've always been scared of.

They’re scared we don’t need them

13.

If we are pornography,

then we have so many roles filled;

teachers, doctors, construction workers,

let’s use rule 42 to our advantage and

team-build long term protection

for the coming storm.

We just need to hold each other.

#queer #transgender #nonbinary #project 2025 #election 2024 #poetry

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theorist-influencer-untitled · 9 months ago

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2.8.24 Thursday

10:08 am

I have windblow... I feel bitter... If it is Mitch who gave me this "simple battery" bullshit!!!

I still feel self pity....

1:03 pm

Done,eating lunch and I have to sleep again and rest. So many things to put here like I saw Clarissa ( daughter of ate Lizah the owner of Clarissa's CarinderiaZ ) this am in Salitran but before that I saw her in the bathroom in Conduent coz yesterday was her first day of night shift. This am she paid for my fare in the jeepney, I was shy and I told her it's ohkay but she insisted and I'm happy for that and I said Thanks!

Hmm...About Princess one of my batchmates in my original batch in H&R Block, I just really care about her issues that I just saw accidentally yesterday in our group messenger. She posted something that she will quit to attend Conduent coz of the 2 guys who harrassed her for a couple of times. On the letter that she passed on HR, Princess mentioned that she felt that she no longer feel safe attending her job there in Conduent that she asked a favour to take action about that sensitive matter.

Someone in the group named Joy said that please Peachy stopped asking this issue now and can you step out of this, something like that coz this is really super sensitive.

I feel hurt coz I was really concern. Then, I accidentally bumped into Boss Sho ( our trainer in the class before reaching nesting and being there working already in our office / production room ) he told me that he read our messages in the group. He said Peachy can you calm down and step away from it coz I will handle that for your safety and for the safety of everyone coz the men involved are at the back of our room. Actually the 2 guys who harassed Princess were sitting at my back in our room. Our original batch were split or divided into different group. Princess and others are on other rooms and account already.

I was really shocked and I told Sho I was just really concern and I was just being responsible for Princess in a way if it is about the way she dress herself. From the past weeks during our trainings I really supported her on the way she dress herself. I remember she asked me one time if her dress was ohkay coz she always wear a sexy outfit and showing her asset, her fleshy boobs. My own opinion as a woman with intellectual ability to comprehend higher things. Wearing sexy outfit means you are a woman on the higher part of the world, that you are stronger entity of the society and you are higher or sosyal as long as Princess is fetch and bring by her family in a car. I don't see any negative about it. I told Sho if I have a car I also love to wear sexy outfits to show my femininity and to show that I'm a stronger entity of the society or I'm a woman on the upper bracket. For men who are educated and having an upper intellectual ability to handle mature stuff, they will have this ego and pride not to touch things without actual consent or not doing any sexual harrassment on any women wearing sexy outfits.

1:59 pm

Actually, I can't relate with this song but I love the rhythm it is fun to learn this song coz the rap part is a big challenge for me.

But I still want to see A Daddy-Bf, I really want black american angels...

youtube

2:02 pm

I still want my Daddy -Bf my black american Daddy-Bf...

youtube

2:10 pm

I know there will be someone for me a Daddy-Bf hoping for a black man like what I saw from the past weeks if not him just let me dwell on him or will still find you my black Daddy-Bf....

I don't know, I have this mental craving or mental hallucination on black men most specially american or someone who can speak English.

youtube

2:33 pm

Oh! Daddy-Bf, my black american man...

Wrap or Forever???

youtube

2:51 pm

My Daddy-Bf,where is my black man???

youtube

3:21 pm

Daddy's home? Home for me??? IT'S TIME TO PLAAAYYY????

youtube

7:32 pm

I have windblow... Where are you FAKE! Keep on recruiting FAKE?

Here now in Conduent there was a shorty traitor guy, while I was walking going to Conduent acting as if he will get a gun from his pocket wearing a total black cap,shirt and short. But he just got a phone and I said Fuck You!

Don't be a traitor! If you wanna kill me whoever you are fucking you! Do it on youtube and state the reason why make the entire world know.

I hate shorty guys! I hate Mitch probably her group!

Who are traitor as well in my group in H&RBlock team!

#Youtube

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missbaphomet · 2 years ago

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Entirely correct and so, so important.

Under 18 dni for this post please.

So I've fallen down a rabbit hole while researching kink and have completely ruined my search history lol. Im probably on some list now. Oh well. (i was researching if you can be asexual and sex repulsed and still have kinks, and i got side tracked)

Anyway, i learnt that a paraphilia is literally just a sexual interest in objects, situations, or individuals that is atypical. It only becomes a paraphilic disorder if the person experiences distress, impairment to functioning, and/or the desire to act on it without consent.

A few that i had heard of and kinda knew what they were but didnt realise were paraphilias include (but aren't limited to):

Autoerotic asphyxiation, Autovampirism/Vampirism, Hematolagnia (drinking or looking at blood), Masochism, Podophilia (feet) , Pictophilia (pictures, basically porn) , Piquerism (basically stabbing), Sadism, Vore.

Basically, most kinks are classed as paraphilias. Chances are that YOU have a paraphilia. Hell, im ace and i probably do, seeing as its not always about actual sex.

As long as everyone involved is a consenting adult, it is completely okay to have paraphilias. Its only if it involves real children, real animals, or not getting consent, that it becomes a problem.

People hate on paraphilias because they associate them with the big three: pedophilia, zoophilia, and necrophilia. And to be fair, when you think of a pedophile, its hard not to get angry about kids being hurt. But the thing is, not everyone with pedophilia or zoophilia or necrophilia actually acts on it. I dont claim to know the percentage, but certainly quite a few are anti contact.

And in my opinion, as long as you aren't hurting or a real life person or animal in anyway, as long as no real person or animal is harmed in any way, as long as everyone involved is consenting (children and animals cant consent at all), you are okay in my book. If you harm even just a hair on a kids head i will fuck you up if i can, i am not afraid of going to prison, but as long as you dont harm anyone (child porn is harmful, as it exploits real children, so dont do that), then i really dont care what your sexual fantasies are.

Uhhh, i cant remember where i was going with this, i got distracted and started ranting lol.

#kink education #kink advocacy #paraphilia #paraphilia awareness #kisses #keep it simple safe educational and sexy

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missbaphomet · 2 years ago

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I've been asked this a couple times so I'll try to explain this in a way that it makes sense to me.

What's the difference between a kink and a fetish?

This is really tough to draw clear lines between because there is a lot of overlap and colloquially they're somewhat interchangeable. Definitely go into this explanation with the understanding that they are different things, but the lines can get suuuuuuuuuuuper blurry.

Kink: is a non-traditional interest or lifestyle that is usually but not exclusively sexual. This is a large umbrella covering everything from your standard whips and chains to something like tickling or 50's household. This does not specifically include homosexuality and bisexuality, but I'm sure you see why there is a lot of overlap and why kink and LGBT are sister communities. It does include non-standard relationships such as polyamory, open relationships, swinging, and basically anything else outside of monogamous dating or marriage.

Fetish: Kinks become fetishes when they are the primary source of sexual pleasure, and may even be required for a satisfying sexual experience.

This is the difference. You can be a kinkster without being a fetishist, but having a fetish is a kink.

I hope this also helps lend context to this discussion but also helps people understand why fetishization of certain things is uncomfortable for a lot of people. It's the difference between loving someone who happens to be trans and loving someone because they are trans.

#baph bleats #kink education #kink advocacy #pro kink #KISSES #keep it simple safe educational and sexy

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missbaphomet · 1 year ago

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I had a long ass post I typed about this that deadass ate 20% of my battery just typing out but tumblr ate it so here are the sparknotes:

Your bias is revealed in your color selection. Even if it wasn't intentional choosing red for the "bad" parts is a subtle manipulation of the reader because we associate the color red with danger. This is why warning signs are typically red or yellow. They're bright, alarming colors that grab your attention and aren't natural. You are shadow influencing the reader to be more likely to agree with you when the "good" example is in the calming blue and the "bad" is in danger red.

Kink isn't inherently sexual. Source: am member of a kink club. Spend a lot of time around kinky people. Have hung out in dungeons to watch others have scenes. Of literally dozens of scenes I have witnessed only two were sexual.

I literally listed dozens of items and styles of clothing people can have fetishes for or even specifically wear because of their fetish. These can include uniforms, stockings, garters, lingerie, short skirts, PVC, heels, and a lot of other shit. I have a post tucked away on one of my kink blogs where a woman wrote out a massive post about how because she was into stockings sexually she wore them a lot and even used them in self bondage when they were unwearable.

So, like, if you're gonna be mad at the guy wearing a leather mask and a full coverage body suit I better see you ready to yell at the bank teller for wearing stockings and heels for such a blatant display of sexuality.

A lot of kink clothes also have a lot of crossover with other alternative groups because the LGBT community and the BDSM community are the most long-lived countercultures to have ever existed. As long as we have had the human race we've fucked nasty and been gay. Yeah you can find a collar style necklace in some goth fashions, in Japanese streetwear, in the "e-girl" subculture, but it all started because someone somewhere was using a collar as part of their dynamic.

Hey there’s a difference between someone wearing their leather cap and maybe a harness or vest and flying a leather pride flag vs someone who is nearly naked or wearing a pup mask and crawling on all fours on a leash or a guy wearing a dildo suit.

One of these is a way of showing their pride as a historically established group at pride and a way that gay men embrace their masculinity and the other directly involve nonconsenting parties to kink behavior and public indecency that paints the entire LGBT community as depraved people who want to expose their kink activities to average people on the street who could potentially be children.

Like there is a distinction to be made between these guys:

Or even these guys:

And whatever the hell is happening here:

#i think this guy follows me as well #or at least did at one point #thats embarrassing for them lmao #kink education #kink advocacy #kisses #keep it simple safe educational and sexy

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bobaji · 3 years ago

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MASTERCLASS ONE: TEASE HER.

who: matsukawa/f!reader, established relationship

info: 1.074 words, smut + pwp.

kinks: public sex, voyeurism, soft!matsukawa, dacryphilia, dirty talk, begging

summary: your boyfriend, issei matsukawa, has a class where he teaches men how to properly fuck a girl. and you’re his example.

— part one of the masterclass series.

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+ this blog contains dark content.

Your heart was racing as you stood in front of the class. Men of varying ages -- 18 to their late 40s all sat in seats regarding you with interest. You leaned against the empty desk that sat in front of the room, arms crossed over your chest to hide what the silk robe you wore didn’t.

“You’re all here to learn how best to please a woman,” Issei started, fiddling with the silver rings on his hands, “The first step is coming here in the first place, wanting to better yourself. Good job. By the end of this class, you’re going to know how to make a girl cum like you know the back of your hand,” his eyes shifted over the crowd, examining their expressions -- most had their eyes glued to you, not that he minded, “We have some ground rules before we begin. One, no one is allowed to touch her,” he gestured to you, “Two, do not speak to or about her. I don’t care if it’s a compliment, I promise she doesn’t want to hear a random guy tell her how hot she is. And she sure as hell doesn’t want to hear you dirty talk to her. Finally, I don’t want to see anyone’s hand dancing in their pants. I know this may get hot and dirty but...this is educational, not live porn. Everyone understand? Any questions?”

There were murmurs from all over the room and head shakes. Issei nodded his head and turned to you again, smiling before approaching you, “Are you ready, pretty girl?”

You let out a soft breath and nod. He hums and cups your cheek, pressing his lips to yours in a fleeting kiss before gripping your waist and lifting you onto the desk. The wood surface was cold beneath the sensitive, warm skin of your thighs, making you jump before quickly settling.

“Now, gentleman,” Issei spoke, trailing his fingers across your arm, “This first class, we’ll be starting off simple. I know when you take a girl home, or you go home to your wife...girlfriend, whatever, you want to jump right into it. Maybe get her on her knees, have her suck your cock...maybe eat her out a little bit, yeah?”

The class responded with hums of agreement, all focused on the way your boyfriend gently razed your skin, making goosebumps rise in response.

He hummed, “Let me tell you, sex is best...when she’s even more into it than you are. Before you can really get to the good parts...first things first...make her want it more than anything.”

“‘Sei…” you whisper, lashes flutters when his fingertips grazed your inner thighs. You opened them up a bit more, hoping he’d give you more only for him to trail them back up your body, to the tie of your robe.

“Women are more intricate than men are,” Issei explained, plucking at the tie so your robe fell open, “They need more care and attention. They need to feel safe and appreciated. Even if it’s some random girl you picked up at a bar, if you take the time to make her feel sexy and wanted...it’ll be worth your time, I promise. Ease her mind and her body will follow.”

He pushed the material of your robe from your shoulders and you pulled your hands from the sleeves, letting it pool around the desk. Your boyfriend smiled, meeting your needy gaze before his hand found your breast, cupping it lightly. You pushed your chest out, pressing your breast into his hand even more only for him to let go and wrap those devious fingers around your neck. You gasp as he yanks you forward, pressing his lips against yours in a familiar, needy kiss.

Your lips work together flawlessly, his teeth nipping your bottom lip as he gives your throat intermittent squeezes.

He pulls away suddenly and you whine, attempting to chase his lips only for him to laugh, “Soon, she’ll be squirming and shaking like a leaf. You’ll have her right where you want her, needy and whining for more.”

You hadn’t noticed the way your entire body was trembling, thighs tense as they squeezed together in an attempt to relieve the ache that had begun to build there from his teasing.

“Teasing is different from foreplay. Before you can get her body ready for you, you have to get her mind ready. Focus on her, not yourself,” Issei explained, gripping your knee, pushing them open, “By this point, she should be wet and ready for you to touch her properly.”

You let out a harsh breath and eagerly open your thighs. You don’t even notice the way the men in the class all shift at the sight of you baring yourself so openly for your boyfriend. All you know is how much you want him, you feel like your body is on fire.

His palms smooth down your body, pausing to pinch your nipples, giving them proper attention for a fleeting second before moving on. When he reaches your inner thighs, he digs his nails into the skin to make you whimper, the bite of pain only fanning the flames of your need for him.

“Hmm, look at that,” he muses, using two fingers to spread your folds open. You gasp and arch your hips up. His touch is so, so close to where you desperately want it, “Little cunt is drooling such a mess all over the desk.”

“‘Sei, please,” you sob, letting yourself fall back on the desk, losing all strength to keep yourself up, “Want it so bad.”

“Aw, you sound like you’re gonna cry, baby,” he coos, condescending, before turning back to the class, “By now, you should finish with your teasing and start getting into the foreplay. But unfortunately, that’s all the time we have. We’ll review everything next week and get into the foreplay properly.”

You fall limp against the desk as he steps away from you completely, leaving you trembling and whimpering as he bids the class goodbye. Once it’s empty, he locks the door and approaches you once again.

“They were all looking at you like a bunch of rabid dogs,” he whispers, leaning down to press his lips against the soft skin of your stomach, next to your belly button, “But luckily for you, you don’t have to wait until next week for more.”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq x reader #hq smut #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa smut #issei matsukawa x reader #issei matsukawa smut #matsukawa issei x reader #matsukawa issei smut #all.writing

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wordsnwhiskey · 3 years ago

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Kink & BDSM in Writing & IRL

I’ve been seeing more and more people write about these dynamics and I’m all for it, they can be beautiful, fun, sexy, stress-relieving and so much more. That said, I’ve seen a few things that have been uncomfortable to read/see, and on the whole, go against some of the core tenets kinksters hold to. I’m not a professional or a kink educator like you’ll find at an event/munch, or on youtube (I encourage you to check them out if you’re interested in learning more!), I am, however, familiar with a few things and wanted to put together a beginner’s resource sheet for those interested in writing BDSM dynamics or engaging in them.

*Glossary & links at the bottom*

First things first, if you are under 18, keep scrolling, this post is not for you. BDSM and by extension, kink play, is a consensual dynamic between two adults, and as a minor, you cannot consent.

Consent & Safety Acronyms

Let’s start with consent, it is absolutely fundamental to any and all intimate acts, and is a core tenant in the three more common philosophies around safety and kink. It’s important to note that there can sometimes be a debate over which of these to follow and I encourage you to research them to find what works for you.:

SSC: Safe, Sane, Consensual - This is pretty self-explanatory, it requires the participating parties to ask themselves if the “play” is Safe, is it Sane and are all parties consenting to it?

RACK: Risk-Aware Consensual Kink - This delves a bit further than SSC and acknowledges that there are risks involved in play/scenes. RACK was born of kinksters being concerned with the subjectivity of what some people may consider “sane” or “safe” with SSC. The depth of the awareness of those risks is up for debate but the point is there should be a conversation around these risks with all participating parties.

PRICK: Personal Responsibility, Informed, Consensual Kink - This acronym was newer to me as I was most familiar with RACK but it embodies how I have personally employed RACK and how others I know view it as well. This focuses on kinksters taking personal responsibility for their play as well as making sure that the participating parties are informed of the risks and general structure of the scene.

For example, with bondage, it is very possible, and frankly easy, to be left with nerve damage from an improper tie. An educated rigger will not only walk through a safeword or safeword system (green, yellow, red) but will explain the kinds of knots/ties that will be used as well as show and explain that they have safety shears on hand along with a plan in the event of a safeword being used or an emergency. (This is a very brief example, there’s a lot more that is involved in a discussion around bondage)

The common denominator here is that Consent is at the forefront of all BDSM & Kink play. So let’s dive into what that means. Consent should be enthusiastic, I have yet to see or hear of a simple nod or stuttered affirmation to count as consent between a dominant and their submissive. This holds true during all parts of a scene, which includes during said scene, not just before the scene or during the scene negotiation. And yes, this means a dominant should check in and do a “color check” (green, yellow, red) of some sort during a scene as well.

Another part of consent is that ALL parties must give and be able to give enthusiastic consent. This seems obvious but it’s important to think about who is actually involved in your scene. The most common example I can think of is every now and then, a post will come up on social media of a person “walking” another person with a leash and collar at a grocery store or some other public venue. Breaking it down, the scene participants are the person holding the leash, the person being “walked”, and the patrons of the public venue. Now, the assumed dominant and submissive may have consented to this activity and discussed it at length, but the patrons of that public venue were made a part of the scene without prior knowledge, and without their consent. This is not ok, this is not consensual.

How is this Relevant to Writing?

It boils down to this: tag your fics and add warnings, this is kind of like the author taking Personal Responsibility and Informing the reader so they can Consent to the Kink/activity (see what I did there?). If you are engaging in play on a public form not designated for kink and all participating parties (viewers) cannot and have not consented to said play, then it is wrong, take it somewhere private where the participating parties have consented enthusiastically.

What about dub-con fics/dark fics etc? So long as you have properly tagged/added warnings to your fic and your readers are allowed to consent to reading, great, keep writing them!

Dominants & Submissives

I’ve got a glossary at the bottom but now that we’ve covered consent, we need to cover what dominants and submissives are, their responsibilities and the truth about a power exchange/dynamic.

This isn’t a “true dominants/subs do this” post, I’ve seen too many gag worthy posts of that nature from tumblr domly doms from the good ol’ days, this is a pretty basic definition and understanding of the responsibilities that fall to both roles. (I’m not getting into all of the different honorifics/titles and their meanings, this post is already going to be long, please research on your own if you’re interested.)

Submissives: A submissive is someone who gives pre-negotiated control of themselves over to the dominant. Being submissive doesn’t make someone less than anyone else. While a submissive gives up control to a dominant for a scene or a day-to-day dynamic, they in truth, hold the majority of the power in the dynamic. A submissive and dominant sit down and discuss the sub’s (as well as the dom’s) kinks, interests, soft and hard limits. The sub sets the limits or parameters of the play for the most part. Additionally, they may use their safeword at any time to pause or stop play if they are uncomfortable or want to stop for any reason. If they want out, all play stops then and there. These are two of the biggest red flags to a kinkster, if a “dominant” doesn’t “use” or “believe in” limits or safewords, they are not a dominant, they are an abuser. Dominants are usually vetted in kink communities to help keep subs safe and abusers out but it’s important to be aware of these things as a submissive so you can engage in safe play.

Dominants: A dominant is the person a submissive relinquishes a pre-negotiated amount of control to. They will take a submissive’s desires, needs, limits and a variety of other factors into account to craft a scene or provide structure and safety for their submissive within the parameters their sub has given them. What this process looks like varies depending on the dynamic but the core concept remains the same. Dominants trust their sub to use their safeword should they need to just as much as a sub trusts their dominant to listen should it need to be used; however, in addition to that, a dominant needs to also be mindful of their partner during play. If they feel play is going too far, or for whatever reason, they can also stop play/use the safeword. Perhaps one of the most important responsibilities that falls to a dominant is aftercare, which we’ll get into below.

Please also note that these negotiations are not a one and done deal, they should happen regularly.

Aftercare!

This is so, so, so important I cannot stress enough how incredibly important aftercare is.

So… what is it and why is it important?

What is it?

Aftercare:

Is the time after a scene for both the dominant and the submissive to safely come out of “domspace” and “subspace” and conclude the scene. Scenes can be intense and sometimes, depending on other life factors, can leave the dominant and submissive feeling a lot more raw than they anticipated. An exchange of power (like there is between a dominant and sub) leaves the submissive in a very vulnerable state and it's extremely important that a dominant help ground their submissive and be there for them as they come up from subspace. This can manifest in a variety of different ways, most commonly, I’ve seen it involve: wrapping up the submissive in blankets, verbal praise, physical contact (cuddling), clean up (warm washcloth to wipe any fluids), first aid/post-impact care (scenes can get intense), water & snacks (hydrate and replenish energy! Y’all just worked hard!). This isn’t a final list and there are whole sites dedicated to adding to your “aftercare kit”, it always helps to ask your submissive what works best for them!

Aftercare isn’t just for submissives either, dominants can need reassurance too, sometimes they get it from providing aftercare for their submissives, caring for them and seeing that they’re ok can often be just what they need but sometimes a little more is needed.

Something that is also missed during aftercare is checking in with each other and discussing what worked and what didn’t during the scene.

*LDR Aftercare suggestion list at the end

Why is it important?

Subdrop & Domdrop:

The science/biology behind this is that a high number of endorphins are released during a scene in both the dominant and submissive. “Drop” refers to the consequential crash experienced after the high wears off. The best way I can describe my experience with this and others’ experience with it is that it can feel like a severe depressive episode. Anyone who has experienced it will tell you that it is an awful experience.

This is why aftercare is so important, not only can it mitigate or prevent a drop but if a drop still occurs, having someone there to be your rock and help coax you out of it can be the difference between coming out of it and staying stuck there. All responsible kinksters will tell you that aftercare is a must. A lot of people, myself included, will go a step farther and say that play without some sort of aftercare (as negotiated or discussed) is abuse. This is not to be taken lightly, a lack of aftercare is the biggest red flag, there were probably some before that but, see it for what it is and run for the hills.

Bringing it Back to Writing:

Aftercare isn’t just for after intense scenes and it’s easy to add to your fic! It’s a great way to end smut, even if it’s just a smutty oneshot. Some cuddles, clean up, a bath, kisses, whispered praise, all of it, is a great way to show aftercare.

I want to touch on one other thing because of its popularity and I’ve found there to be A LOT of misconceptions about it.

This isn’t for everyone, I understand it doesn’t float everyone’s boat and I’m not trying to convince you otherwise, go ahead and scroll to the bottom for the glossary and other links.

CG/L: The Root of Daddy/Mommy Kink

Firstly, CG/l and age play are two separate things, they can exist together (and commonly do) but I’m not getting into age play here, there are plenty of resources online you can check out for that, and frankly I’d suggest starting with reddit. Additionally, This Is Still A Kink/Power Exchange Dynamic, and as such, there is no place for minors in it.

CG/l, or Caregiver/little, is the gender neutral term for the Daddy/little or Mommy/little dynamic and I think it’s important we look at the gender neutral term to rediscover a big part of these dynamics.

Caregivers do just that, they focus on giving care: Did you eat today? Did you take your meds? Drink water? Taken a break from work? etc . Did you notice how none of these things are sexual in nature? That’s because oftentimes (granted not all the time), this dynamic extends beyond the bedroom. There is a deep seated need or desire for the little/submissive to be protected and taken care of.

Can it still be hot in the bedroom? Hell yes.

I’m not shaming anyone out there who throws the Daddy kink into their writing and where “Daddy” is whimpered out as a character/the reader gets railed from behind. I am saying, this is not the extent of the dynamic and am calling attention to that for those who may be unaware or new to the dynamic.

This is not to say that dominants who don’t identify this way can’t be nurturing, protective etc, I’m just touching on this particular dynamic. Conversely, someone can subscribe to multiple roles or facets of being a dominant which include CG/l.

Thank you for reading, this is not an end all be all education by any means, this is meant to give a beginner’s insight and hopefully encourage you to do your own research. I understand that not every fic will have a long drawn out pre-scene negotiation, I frankly don’t expect it, although I think it’s important that we as writers approach these scenes and dynamics with the respect and mindfulness they deserve

Glossary:

Aftercare: Care provided after a scene to help the dominant and submissive safely exist sub/domspace after a scene

BDSM: A combination of Bondage/Discipline, Dominance and submission, & Sadism/Masochism

CG/l: Caregiver/little

Dominant: Someone who is given pre-negotiated control by a submissive

Dub-Con: Dubious-Consent

Hard Limit: A limit that is an absolute no-go

Impact Play: Play involving impact, sometimes with an implement, such as spanking, paddling, flogging, etc.

Munch: A casual gathering, at a bar or other venue for people interested in BDSM to get together. (This is NOT a play event)

Negotiations: The time spent between a dominant and submissive to review interests, kinks, desires, soft and hard limits as well as what they would like out of a scene or dynamic. These negotiations should happen outside of a sexual setting (not right before a scene) and they should continue to happen. Communication is key!

Play: General term used to describe kink activity

Power Exchange: When someone gives power to another in exchange for something in return. For example, a submissive may give their dominant power/control over them in exchange for structure.

PRICK: Personal Responsibility, Informed, Consensual Kink

RACK: Risk-Aware Consensual Kink

Safeword: A word used by the submissive and/or dominant to stop a scene

Safeword System: Similar to a safeword, the most common one is the "traffic light system" green, yellow, red where green = good, yellow = pause/redirect, and red = stop.

Scene: A specific play scenario

Soft Limit: A limit that a person is possibly open to exploring down the line

SSC: Safe, Sane, Consensual

Subdrop & Domdrop: The endorphin crash after a scene

Submissive: Someone who gives up pre-negotiated control to a dominant

Subspace: A state of mind that submissives can find themselves in either through just being with their dominant or physically, through impact play/pain; often described as feeling floaty.

Switch: Someone who can be either a submissive or dominant.

Wiki

Long-Distance Relationship Aftercare

I'm trying to be mindful of tumblr and not link to any sites that could be seen as explicit. If you have questions, I highly encourage you to head down a google rabbit hole and do a little research!

#writing ref #writing resources

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missbaphomet · 2 years ago

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It's a thing, actually. And if you read the notes, a few people have admitted having experience with it!

You can also find it on porn websites, especially ones catering to fetish audiences

uh ou you found the tooth paste *spreads my pussy*

#baph bleats #RACK #KISSES #keep it simple safe educational and sexy #kink education #kink advocacy #pro kink #the minty vagina saga #i sacrifice my search history so you dont have to

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nerdzzone · 3 years ago

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Only For A Moment: September

Summary: A series of shorter one shots from Chris and Whitney’s life together throughout the pandemic. Some happy times, some harder times, some fluff and some things a little more sexy - they work through it all as they try to get settled in their new and blossoming relationship.

Chris Evans x OFC

Part of the Once Bitten/More Hearts series

Only For A Moment: August

Note: I really liked writing this part so please let me know your thoughts!

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September 2020

Before the pandemic hit, we'd planned to send Grayson to preschool in the fall after he turned three. However, with the state of the world when the time arrived, it became a more complicated decision. We knew the benefits - we knew it would give him the opportunity to make friends and jumpstart his learning - but after many long, anxiety filled discussions, we decided to keep him home for another year. We didn't need it for childcare as neither of us had any work on the horizon and he still had another year before kindergarten so he wouldn't be missing out on preschool education completely. The risks just seemed to outweigh the benefits at that point in time given the case numbers in our area.

But not everyone had such an easy choice to make. People with older children had to educate them somehow - whether that be in person or online. In person classes had a much higher risk of exposure to the virus, but online classes were harder for children to focus on and required much more participation from the parents.

Carly had made the difficult choice to keep her kids at home and continue their online education, but it was proving to be harder than she'd anticipated. The kids were tired of learning through a computer and they missed their friends. Despite the risk of in person learning, they wanted to go back to school and were dragging their heels when it came to doing their work at home.

They started in August and by the middle of September, Carly was quickly losing her patience with all three of her children and, after a tearful phone call from his sister, Chris and I agreed to take them for an afternoon. They had some homework that we had to make sure they did, but Chris' goal was more related to sending them home with a renewed appreciation for their parents and a promise to keep working hard.

He'd picked them up just after lunch and given them a stern - but understanding - talking to on the way over to our place, but once they arrived he was back to being fun Uncle Chris and started their afternoon of school with gym class in the form of a soccer game. He ran them around the yard for over an hour before they wrapped up the game and came in for a snack. Then, the real school work started.

"So," Chris clapped. "What homework does everyone have?"

"Math..."

Ethan wrinkled his nose in disgust as he answered and his siblings nodded their heads in agreement.

"Well, it's your lucky day!" Chris grinned. "Whitney happens to be a math whiz! She went to university to be an accountant."

It was hard not to laugh at the disgust on their faces and I was tempted to inform them of the fact that I had dropped out just to retain my status as their uncle's 'cool' girlfriend. I thought that information might not help inspire them to work though so I kept it to myself.

"Why did you do that?" Miles questioned. "That's so boring!"

"It doesn't have to be," I insisted. "Chris, why don't you take Gray to do a puzzle or something and we'll get this work out of the way?"

"Sure," Chris nodded, plucking Grayson off the stool he was sitting on and throwing the giggling child over his shoulder. "And remember, the faster the homework gets done, the faster we can get back to doing fun stuff!"

I waited until Chris had left the room before shooting a smile at the little students that I was left with.

"Okay, now that he's gone, I can show you the secret to making math fun," I told them, stretching up to grab a big jar of jelly beans from the top shelf of a cupboard. It was Chris' secret stash, but I was sure he wouldn't be too mad if I borrowed it. "You just need to find some motivation."

The kid's eyes went wide.

"Are those Uncle Chris'?" Ethan asked, a hint of wonder in his voice.

"Yep," I smiled. "So, let's hurry and get to work before he comes back and catches us."

I shot them a wink and they all scurried off to get their notebooks.

It was easier to incorporate the candy into Miles and Stella's math homework as in the younger grades, they were mostly doing addition and subtraction. I helped them use the jelly beans as counters and let them eat them after every few questions. For Ethan, it was a bit trickier. In sixth grade, he was getting more into the start of algebra and some harder level fractions which jelly beans were less useful in. Instead, we used them as motivation and he got to eat a couple of jelly beans for every row of questions he finished.

We almost got away with our jelly bean thievery, but just as the kids were packing up their books, I heard a gasp come from the doorway.

"Are those my jelly beans?!"

The kids all burst out laughing as I shot Chris a sheepish look.

"I'm sorry. They needed some encouragement..."

Chris shook his head, but the smile on his face told me that he wasn't really that upset.

"I trusted you," he scolded me. "Now I'll have to find a new hiding spot and you won't be informed of its whereabouts."

I pouted at that as Grayson scrambled up onto the stool beside me to get his hands in the candy before it was moved.

"You could just be nice and share," I pointed out. "Making them forbidden just makes them more tempting."

"Yeah, Uncle Chris," Ethan nodded in agreement. "Plus, you're always telling us that we have to share stuff."

"You're getting too smart, kid," Chris smiled at him. "But unfortunately for you, I'm still in charge which means you have to do as I say, not as I do."

Ethan rolled his eyes at that as Stella frowned.

"That's not fair!"

"That's life," Chris shrugged. "Now, who's going to help me make some dinner?"

Grayson and Stella threw their hands up in the air as I popped another jelly bean into my mouth.

"What are we having?"

"Pasketti!" Grayson enthusiastically informed me, earning a laugh from Chris as he ruffled his hair.

"Spaghetti," he clarified. "With Ma's recipe for the sauce."

"Ooh, yum!"

I stole one last jelly bean before putting the lid back on the jar. The kids all whined in protest, but if Chris was making dinner then I knew it was time for me to stop stuffing them with sugar.

We all stayed in the kitchen as Chris started getting things ready, giving the kids simple jobs to do like opening jars and the occasional stirring. Dinner was about halfway ready when Miles got a cheeky smirk on his face.

"Uncle Chris?" He questioned, getting Chris' attention. "Aren't you going to sing the spaghetti song?"

That piqued my interest and I raised an eyebrow at Chris whose cheeks were slightly pinker than they'd been moments before.

"What's the spaghetti song?"

"On Top of Spaghetti," Chris informed me as if I should know what he was talking about. I didn't and my face must have shown him that. "C'mon! You have to know it!"

"I can't say that I do," I shrugged. "You'll have to enlighten me."

"Daddy sings it every time we have pasketti!" Grayson informed me, still mispronouncing the word.

"Well, I think I need to learn it then," I smiled. "Go on, Chris. Let's hear it."

The kids all agreed with me, hassling him to start the song.

"Alright, alright," he agreed after a moment of resistance. His cheeks were still looking a little rosy with embarrassment as he took a deep breath and then began. "On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese. I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed..."

I watched - filled with an almost overwhelming sense of affection for him - as he sang through all the verses of the song. The kids joined in where they could and all of them were giggling by the time he was done.

"Again, again!"

Grayson started the chant, but they all joined in and with a smirk, I did too.

"Yes, Chris! Again, again!" I teased. "So I can film it for Instagram!"

"Ha-ha," Chris laughed sarcastically. "You're so funny, Whitney. There will be no filming of this performance."

"But just think how much your fans would love it," I smiled. "You'd melt the hearts of women all over the world."

Chris let out a laugh at that comment, but didn't have time to respond before the kids took over again, demanding another performance. Once he was sure that my phone was safely out of reach, he launched into another round of song.

By the time dinner was done and the kids were all settled in front of the TV watching a movie, my heart was feeling rather full. Seeing Chris with all the children and enjoying the afternoon of a house full of their joy and laughter had me feeling things I hadn't been entirely sure I was ready to contemplate yet.

As I sat at the island in the kitchen, sipping my second glass of wine as Chris finished loading the dishwasher, I broached the subject.

"Today has been really nice," I told him, my voice catching his attention in the quiet room. "Having a house full of kids."

That thought clearly gripped his interest as he spun around to face me, still drying his hands.

"Yeah?" The excitement in his voice was palpable. "We haven't talked about that, have we? Do you want more kids?"

"I do," I smiled at his overzealous reaction. "At least one more. I'd like Grayson to have a sibling. It seems lonely to make him grow up all alone."

"It does," he agreed. "I can't imagine growing up without siblings."

"What about you?" I asked. "I mean, I know you've mentioned in interviews that you want a big family, but is that real? Or just for the family man image that your fans love so much?"

Chris chuckled and shrugged, but there was something sheepish about the way he was looking at me.

"Honestly?" He paused as if waiting for a response, but it seemed unnecessary. We both knew I wouldn't want anything other than the truth in a moment like this. "I want at least two more, maybe even three. Hell, I'd have another one right now if you were willing."

I almost choked on the wine I was sipping as those words left his mouth, but as I placed my glass safely back on the counter, the coughing shifted into laughter.

"We can't have another one now," I protested. "We've only been together for like four months!"

"Five," he corrected with a soft smile. "And we were only together for one night before we had Gray and I think he's turned out alright."

He was right about that and I would have been lying if I said that the thought of another little baby didn't stir something inside me, but the more rational side of me came through.

"We can't just rush into another baby," I insisted. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, but that's a big decision."

"I know it is," Chris assured me. "I'm half-kidding. I know it's not something we can rush into, but another part of me thinks it would be nice to have one now while we've got nothing else going on."

"That's true, but this pandemic won't last forever," I pointed out. "Even if you got me pregnant right now, you'll hopefully be working again before it would even be born. I'm not sure I could deal with Grayson and a newborn all by myself."

"Yeah, but some experts think this mess is gonna last for a few years still which would make this the perfect time to have a baby."

I shot him a look and he shrugged with a smirk.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," I warned him. "Let's just see how this whole pandemic situation goes for a bit longer before we make any massive life plans."

"Alright, alright," Chris chuckled, coming around to my side of the island. He rested his chin on my shoulder and slid his arms around my waist, placing his hands on my stomach. "It would be nice though, wouldn't it? Having another little baby around. Another little mix of the two of us."

I could feel his breath on my neck as his voice was low in my ear and I had to admit that he was right. I was one of the lucky women who actually loved being pregnant and, despite how exhausting and stressful the newborn phase was, I did miss having a little baby around.

But my worries about our ability to co-parent if we split up were still lingering in my mind. They'd been eased slightly by how solid our relationship had been so far, but if it all fell apart, I was still worried about how we would cope. Adding another baby to that so soon seemed like a foolish thing to do.

"It would be nice," I agreed, letting my hands rest on top of his. "It will be nice, one day."

"Well, whenever you're ready," Chris paused to place a kiss on my neck. "Just let me know."

I smiled at his eagerness and turned my head to kiss his cheek.

"I will," I assured him. "And maybe, once the kids have gone home and Grayson's in bed, we could practice. Just so we know what we're doing when the time comes..."

"Oh, I know what I'm doing," Chris practically growled, his grip tightening around me to pull me closer against him. "Don't you worry about that."

I giggled at his confidence before wiggling out of his grasp and standing up from the stool I'd been sitting on.

"I'm not worried, but practice makes perfect, right?"

With a wink, I grabbed my wine and turned to leave the room and check on the kids. Our conversation had given me plenty to think about, but it was comforting as well. I had no doubts that one day I wanted to expand our little family and even if I wasn't quite ready yet, it was nice to know that Chris was on board.

The man was born to be a father, he excelled in every aspect of parenting, and I was grateful that I was the one who got to help him find that role and that I got to share the experience with him.

October + November [part one]

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