#nsft safety

[dumbbutchmutt]

a random question for you, Gideon: do you have any tips for dealing with subdrop? what are your favourite ways to take care of your sub or be taken care of when you sub?

Okay so I would say for one it can definitely vary, somenpeople will want specific comforts so my first piece of advice us to know beforehand if they have specific things they want/need and to express your own wants/needs for subdrop. (I find many of these can helpin a domdrop too! Subs can and should use this advice to help their doms as well if it can be applied)

With that:

I always start with water. A hydrated brain is always better at regulating. Snacks can also be good for the same reason. (Chocolate is one I used to get suggested a lot when I did reaserch on the subject, due to it's encouragement of serotonin in the brain. I find any soft of sweet tends to make somon cheer up a bit though, since most people like them. Fruit is also a really good one, because it'ssimple to eat and also doubles as more hydration.)

Soft textures (blankets, pillows plushies), or a piece of comfort clothing. Being in a drop can be a vaunrable of a state as being in the initial subspace, and I often like to be covered up and held. I usually do the same for my partners, because being close under a blanket can help be physically grounding.

Comforting words. Subdrops can feel isolating even with someone there, and they can make you feel like you have done something wrong. Let your partner know that it's okay, and even though they don't feel the best right now, they aren't alone and they haven't done anything wrong. Let them know that they're safe with you and you've got them for as long as they need. The space to know that you can still be taken care of is good.

Talk about it. Was it caused by something? If not that's okay, My sub drops are usually not prompted by anything specific, but knowing can help you avoid making it worse if there was a cause. It also means you might have something to discuss later to avoid this from happening from the same cause.

Simple activity. Get them up to clean up, take the,with you to set up a space to cuddle. Some movement of the body will be good for them. Doesn't have to be fancy. I like to follow my partner to get snacks if I'm not dizzy, and keep them in sight. And it does help more then laying there sad and possibly alone. Even for a few seconds when I'm in a drop can feel much longer.

I find that things I use when I'm sad can help with subdrops as well. Listening to music that helps, watching something with my partner, or playing a simple game that doesn't take a lot of brainpower. It can be nice to just spend time with my dom and know that there's no pressure to return to a specific state of mind.

I'm disabled and sometimes subdrops flare my pain. Check in for physical responses to the mental state especially if you're disabled. Pain meds to lessen the physical shit can make it a bit easier to focus on coping and calming dowm from the mental things.

Other suggestions I've seen are baths (I hate baths for sensory issues and so do my partners so not our thing, but the warmth of a good bath can't be beat if you like them), Making and having some tea, Burning candles and doing grounding exercises, Or prayers (If you practice that way together/are willing to do it with them if it would make them feel better).

And through any of these or other things you might try, take your time. It's not a rush to feel better. You're allowed to work through the subdrop like any other emotion, which might not be instant.

[This is in no way a fully fleshed out list or a one size fits all, so do your reaserch and take note of what does and doesn't seem to help you/your sub/your dom.]

[shameeater]

The end of online privacy

Now, this isn't something I usually post about from my silly goofy k1nk account (reminder to minors to not follow or scroll this acount).

But I have more followers on here than main, and this is extremely important. Like, scary shit.

This applies to everyone. If you're reading this? It's going to effect you.

I'm sure perhaps some of you have seen around about a this thing going around... KOSA, is one of the ways it's being referred to.

If this shit passes, lemme tell you...

LGBTQ+ adults and minors seeking help and community,

people looking for abortions,

people organizing protests,

anyone using their free speech to voice concerns about injustices, 

even FAN ARTISTS...

Even people reading fan fiction...

And for the purposes of where I'm posting from... people sharing and enjoying their k1nks, wanting to post things with safety and privacy... smut artists and writers, people even LOOKING for smut...

It's all gone. No privacy.

They'll have your face, your name, your age, where you live.

You'll need an ID to use any US-based platform, even if you're NOT in the United States.

Instead of dooming, here's what you can do to stop this shit in it's tracks 👍

Here is a website where you can sign a letter just by filling out a form, (it takes less than 30 seconds) and where you can call reps.

I HIGHLY suggest leaving calls if you're able, and if you have phone shyness, do this after 6pm, since it will leave messages instead.

I'm shy, but I did it!

Here's another letter to sign, takes less than 20 seconds.

Here is a form you can fill out sharing how the social media has POSITIVELY effected you.

Share all of this with as many people as you can. Our safety, freedom, joy, and protection online is at risk more than ever.

(Here is the thread where I found all of this information.)

STAY SAFE!

[guarddogbutch]

you guys need to be normal about people who don't like penetration. people who don't get hard easily. people who finish quickly. people who participate in kink without having sex. people who don't like being touched. people who don't like giving head. people who only like penetration. people who (almost) always squirt. people who take a long time to cum. people who have a hard time getting wet. people who don't talk during sex or anything else that is not part of the way you think people or bodies should behave during sex

[the-sapphic-sanctuary]

[xochimillilili]

Horny but literally just for making out, please please fucking hell I wanna be in bed with my sweet boy kissing and biting and whispering out soft love yous and praise and melting into each other. Just soft making out for the fucking sake of holding and hugging each other under the fairy lights, kissing and hugging and cuddling for hours on end for the fucking softness and the love in it, until we inevitably fall asleep.

His head on my chest, our arms around each other and my head resting on his. Sleepily kissing him good night, along with his plushies as a studio ghibli movie keeps going in the background, too sleepy to turn it off. Keeping him safe and warm all night like long, knowing he's keeping me safe too.

[boytransmission]

does anyone remember a post that described a fantasy along the lines of “my dom/me put on an excruciatingly terrifying and brutal horror movie, forced me to watch the screen the entire time, and only touched me during the most grotesque parts” because i think about that A Lot.

[butchharts]

would you develop stockholm syndrome if i was your kidnapper? I promise I’d treat you sooo well

[forgottenloverboy]

friendly and gentle reminder that it’s okay to not be into something anymore. it’s okay for your kinks and limits to change. it’s okay if something that once turned you on now makes you feel gross. it’s okay if you’re uninterested in something that once turned you on. never force yourself to do something you don’t like anymore just because you used to be into it. take care of yourself. you deserve it

[dumbbutchmutt]

Love the amount of Dom Voice(tm) post that are just telling subs to go drink water or get some rest.

But hey @ the doms, have you also had water and rest? How are you gonna take care of your sweet sub without water and rest too? Hm? Hydrate and relax and set a good example 🧡

[the-sapphic-sanctuary]

After the great Catgirl vs. Doggirl war of 2017.

[kaedthoughts]

just a soft reminder that aversion to touch during stress times and just literally whenever is entirely normal, valid, and you're still loveable <3

[perfectlyripeclementine]

stopping what you’re doing to feel them push into your touch 💓

when they’re between “too much” and “more, please” and their mouth hangs open so you start again softer and slower 💖

when they tell you to ease up so you switch to a touch that is more tender in some other place and cherish them and tell them how good they’re being 💕

when you look up to them as you start doing something new and they give you that little nod and a guidance, like “be gentle”, “not too fast” 💗

asking them to beg for something they feel tender about when you’re doing it for the first time so you’re sure they truly want it and are not just going along with it 💝

all the little moments that are exploratory and center your partner’s pleasure and give them agency over what you’re doing even when you are in a more dominant role ❣️❤️‍🔥❤️

[suchagoodgirl]

https://soundgasm.net/u/NeuralNets/Traitor

Listen.

Good girl.

as much as i appreciate the thought of being sent hypno files, (i fully welcome it actually !! i love getting asks)

i just reposted someone calling out this creator for abuse and Genuinely Horrible Shit ™️

i don’t know if you only sent me this because of that post, or if it was some wack coincidence (hoping on the latter) but i won’t be listening to their files either way. thanks though!

[adelaidedrubman]

KINKTOBER DAY 7: RISKY PLACES for faith x jenna | from prompt list by starsandskies summary: faith and jenna take a break from bliss production — and from lab safety protocol.  wordcount: 2.5k notes/warnings: NSFW! in the sense of explicit sexual content and in the sense of OSHA violations. sex in the chem lab. flop styles, it’s a failsex production. shower sex, technically. author is a faith is a pillow princess tease truther. author is a faith is stinky gross truther (/affectionate, horny). potential secondhand embarrassment. you can get a visual on the footwear described for faith here, if you’re so inclined.

“Not at the lab station,” Jenna panted as she caught Faith by the small of her back to interrupt her effort to push herself up by her palms to sit atop the table, gently guiding her down from tiptoes. 

“It’s covered in glassware,” she answered to Faith’s drawn out whine of protest, kissing away the matching pout. “And we can’t risk it breaking,” she said softly against the side of her mouth. “Far too great a safety hazard, when…” 

Jenna gulped, spell momentarily broken as she recalled a rather unfortunate reality, taking a step back and trailing her gaze down Faith’s shapely legs to her feet.

She nodded in gesture towards the hastily slipped on latex gloves stretched up to her ankles, empty fingers flopping past the length of her toes to create a resemblance to a bizarre pair of bright blue udders — Faith’s latest clever effort to evade Jenna’s strict enforcement of the ‘closed toe footwear must be worn in the lab at all times’ policy. 

“... when those would hardly offer much protection from broken glass,” she finished, clearing her throat and lifting her head to put the display out of sight, and hopefully out of mind. 

“You make the choice where to take me, then,” Faith replied, tacking an extra trill onto the double entendre. “But you better hurry,” she added in sing-song, tugging playfully at the waistband of Jenna’s slacks. 

Jenna hummed in consideration, throwing her head to the side to look over her shoulder at the expanse of the lab as Faith worked unbuckling her belt and pressing kisses to the freshly exposed column of her neck. 

The sample storage freezer. No, she wasn’t particularly in the mood for temperature play. She craned her neck further. 

The Bliss barrel loading dock. Well, they were safely sealed, but there was always the possibility of a machinery misfire, and the shortcomings in Jenna’s curriculum vitae included not being forklift certified. 

The exam table. A perfect option, if only it had been recently sterilized. As it were, moving on. 

The safety shower and eyewash station. She smiled. 

What better place to safely conduct their impromptu lab hook-up than the safety shower? 

“Have a bit of patience, darling,” Jenna chided, snaking a hand up Faith’s skirt and grasping tight onto her ample backside as she turned her in the direction of the shower and began walking them towards it in a sloppy, groping waltz. “It is a virtue.”

“I’m not so interested in virtue right now,” Faith replied, undoing the final buttons of Jenna’s pants — and causing them to pool at her ankles, so that she had to waddle the remaining few steps to the stall. 

“Well,” Jenna replied, allowing a second hand to join the first under Faith’s skirt as they reached their destination, one on each cheek to squeeze and spread. “Far be it for me to keep you from pursuing whatever does interest you.” 

With that she braced herself and tightened her grip at the top of Faith’s thighs, tensed her muscles to hoist and lift Faith to set atop the basin of the eyewash station — her slender arms trembling and nearly giving out, unable to support the weight with their lack of power — Jenna worked out at the library, as she’d heard the kids say these days, after all. 

Still, she somehow managed to lift Faith high enough she could get the rest done herself, doing the kindness of sighing in appreciation as if Jenna had really been the one to earn it. Sighing in that dreamy way that was all warm whispering breezes and perfumed haze settling over the world, that managed to make the space between them airy and bright, yet sticky and dense at the same time. Like a storm settling in.  

Faith pushed back the sleeve of Jenna’s lab coat to begin pressing kisses up the length of her inner forearm that carried that same feathery light electric current.

“You know nothing could stop me,” she hummed against the pulse of Jenna’s wrists, followed by her teeth catching the thick rimmed cuff of her protective gloves and pulling to peel the latex from her skin in slow, teasing crawl that caused her skin to pull tight and pimple. 

No, Jenna thought as she shivered at the snap of the glove springing fully freed to hang from Faith’s mouth, nothing likely could. Her beguiling little force of nature, her darling little marvel of the universe she could spend an eternity watching in awe. 

So engrossing she could barely even think to lecture her about not putting things that might have toxic residue in her mouth. 

Instead, she simply brushed a thumb against pink lower lip to pry it from top and knock the glove to the ground, forgotten. 

She certainly couldn’t dwell on it as Faith took the thumb into her mouth to teasingly suckle before guiding the hand between her legs and beneath the lace of her underwear. 

She glanced to the side and trailed her eyes along the curves of Faith’s legs, briefly considering replicating the gesture to remove the obnoxious sight of the gloves her lover donned on lower extremities — thinking better of it as she glimpsed the flaking brown of dried river mud braceleting her ankle. There was such a thing as too much toxic residue to ignore. 

Instead, she focused on slipping her fingers inside Faith and working them to a steady curl-then-stiffen rhythm, delighting in the easy glide they found. 

“My, my,” Jenna purred at the trembling ridge of Faith’s jaw. “Someone’s well lubricated.” 

She smiled as Faith responded with a hook of her leg around Jenna’s waist to pull her in and a demanding rise in pitch and volume to the melody of breathy moans. Faith was the only woman Jenna had ever been with who never chastised her for the overly clinical dirty talk. 

The thought made need assert itself freshly in her body, warmth surging in the pit of her stomach and bubbling upward to flush across her chest, blessedly just as Faith’s fingers began undoing the buttons of her blouse to slip beneath her bra and squeeze a nipple. 

“No,” Faith huffed as Jenna shrugged to shuck clothing from her torso completely, pulling the stiff white lapel of her jacket back up to her shoulder and patting it in place. “The lab coat stays on.” 

Jenna laughed into their kiss in indulging agreement, rewarding Faith for the flattering flight of fancy by working her fingers harder and faster. 

She felt a burn grow in her forearm from the effort as Faith began to flutter and tighten, her own hips rocking in rhythm as she sought the friction of its steady pressure. 

She pushed herself further, powering through the pop and crackle of her overworked joints (there had yet to be an invention of medical science to counteract aging past thirty) and losing herself to the sweet chorus it created with Faith’s gasping moans, fading into the background as a low, steady creaking. 

It all so paired so perfectly, a subtle slick slap that punctuated every thrust, the ‘oh, oh’ that every cry of her name stuttered into, the throb throb of her pulse in her ears, the creak, creak creak snap — 

Thud. 

Jenna blinked eyes open to the sight of the glistening pink of her fingers still outstretched in front of her but decided bare of breathtaking blonde sitting atop them. 

“Ow!” 

Then down to the woman now sprawled on the floor at her feet, face scrunched in pain and hand reached behind her to rub at her tailbone, water pooling beneath her. 

Water? 

Then up midway to the basin of the eyewash station, now hanging crooked, ripped from the wall from the force of the weight, exposed pipe spewing water where it was once mounted. 

“Ah,” Jenna noted thoughtfully, rinsing her fingers under the freely streaming water and reaching and turning to step from the stall and fetch the first-aid kit. “Do you need me to call for medical —” 

“No.” Faith cleared her throat, a brief gravel before she smoothed her voice and skirt and rose to her knees, scooting sideways and out of the water of the sprung leak. “Let’s worry about that later. And for now, get back to where we were,” she cooed, reaching palms towards the back of Jenna’s knees and pull her in. “Or better…” 

With the ghostly swiftness of a strong wind whistling through a window’s cracks Faith pulled down Jenna’s underwear and slid tongue between her lips, swiping back and forth with just enough pressure to be more satisfying than maddening from the lack of focus. And just as it began to creep into the territory of the former, Faith mercifully ended the torment — a final upward glide to settle tongue pressed against her clit and flex. 

Jenna slapped a hand against the concrete wall to steady herself as Faith’s tongue firmed and massaged with an ever increasing force that drew her wound her ever tighter, closing in on release. She careened even faster towards the edge as Faith’s lips pursed, giving a light suck that cause pleasure to spike, and another — drawing so close — and another, and — 

Pop.

Not exactly the release Jenna had in mind, as Faith pulled back with a giggle and shuffled to her feet, propping arms atop Jenna’s shoulders. 

“But we should finish what we started first, shouldn’t we?” Faith whispered with a devastating drip of venom laced honey, leaning back against the wall and guiding Jenna’s hand back in place between her legs. 

She really should have seen that coming, shouldn’t she? 

“I do believe teasing is half the fun for you,” Jenna sighed, weary but free of malice as she obligingly began to pump her fingers to build back to the rhythm she’d previously set. 

“But only half of it,” Faith replied, raking fingers along Jenna’s scalp to the elastic band tying her hair back and through to pull it loose and allow curls to spring free. 

One hand stayed buried in Jenna’s hair as the other roamed her body, ghosting every stray place it could. A brush of fingertips along her collarbone, a fist bunching the sleeve of her lab coat, a teasing caress of her inner thigh. 

All that contact disappeared as Faith tossed her head back with a sharp gasp, free hand instead reaching back to the wall to push her forward and into Jenna. Her muscles tensed and writhed in the uneven jerks of a body given over to sheer reflex as it chased release, hand against the wall clenching and unclenching as it crept up and up and up, fingers curling around the handle they finally reached and closing in to grab for purchase, pulling down to — oh no — 

A click, and a cascade of water fell from the plastic fan of the showerhead jutting from the wall, causing Faith to turn her head to the side and cough as it poured into her open mouth. 

Jenna gave her lover a few slaps on the back to clear her airway as she pulled her to the side and out of the stream’s way. 

“Maybe we should go dry off,” she suggested, stroking Faith’s back as she continued coughing in her arms. “There’s some towels in the supply closet, and —” 

“No,” Faith interrupted sharply, brow pinching inward and green eyes squinting into a glare. “No,” she repeated softer, dipped back inside and sugar spun and spat out again with a sticky, glaring bright fluff. “This is spontaneous and romantic,” she said, voice ringing high and clear like a bell, but one packed too tight in cushioning to reverberate as she enunciated every word with a pointed care. Oh, she did so love when Faith took that tone with her. “And we are going to enjoy it.”

Before Jenna could mumble an appeasing ‘of course,’ Faith jerked her wrist a bit too roughly to return her hand its place, the force of her leg hooking around her waist to pull her forward causing Jenna to stumble forward. 

She kept her balance and caught herself with an elbow against the wall easily enough (another benefit of non-skid shoes to tout to Faith in the afterglow), rather appreciating the support as her tired arm got back to work. 

And getting soaked hadn’t made Faith any less, well, soaked — still all depths of slick past dripping blonde curls. 

It was a quick build back to where they’d left off, no time at all before Faith’s breaths were uneven with labored heaves of her chest, pink flush creeping up her neck. 

And those sounds she made — ever higher in pitch and volume, chiming like a bell indeed, one struck harder and more rapidly with each passing second until it was a continuous, blaring trill. 

Wait — 

Jenna pulled back from her place nuzzling against Faith’s pulse, ear back from the lips spilling sweet cries to hear the shrill, drawn out siren piercing through the air — just before a fresh drizzle of water fell down from above, this time from the sprinklers fixed to the ceiling. 

Jenna belatedly noticed the heat that radiated against her back rather than the front she had pressed against warm body, turning to look behind her. 

She was greeted with the sight of hot blue flames reaching up from the matte black surface of the table, trailing gaze further down its length to see the tip over bottle of ethanol laying just where they’d begun their endeavor, having finally crept over to the still lit bunsen burner to fuel and spread its flame. 

“I think that’s an official ‘experiment failed’ for today, darling,” Jenna said with a flick of her eyes up towards the flashing light of the blaring fire alarm, removing her hand from between Faith’s legs. 

She once again silenced the beginnings of a complaining huff she saw preparing to pass through pouting pink lips with a kiss, weaving her fingers through the spun gold tresses of still soaking hair to tilt her head back. She reached to grip the back of her thigh and raise her leg to prop at her waist one last time as she deepened the kiss, subtly slipping away as she angled her lover back. 

“Let’s grab a fire extinguisher and take care of this,” Jenna offered as she pulled away, giving Faith’s leg a parting squeeze. “Then we can take this somewhere a little less… high risk.” 

Faith smiled, reaching to the side and pulling down the fire extinguisher to pass to Jenna as she answered in sing-song, “Just don’t be long.” 

“I’ll be as efficient as I can,” she answered, taking the item from Faith. “Although…” She smiled, taking a step back before nodding at the floor in gesture towards Faith’s gloved feet. “This probably wouldn’t have happened, if you’d just worn proper footwear.” 

Jenna turned and pulled the pin of the fire extinguisher to release a pressurized whoosh that drowned out any responding protest Faith had to offer.

High risk, high reward, Jenna thought to herself as she swept the snow white spray along the length of the ignited lab table, smile widening as she considered. At least if it worked. 

Getting Faith to wear shoes in the lab would be better than sex. 

[b0ygirlpuppy]

Oh, sweetheart, you're such a slutty puppy... Getting so excited by the idea of being fucked by me while you sleep. I'm an utter stranger- you have no idea who I even am! Only an absolute whore of a fucktoy would enjoy that, and you're clearly entranced by it.... I swear, I adore playing with cute little mindless cumdumps like you. You make it so easy~

Speaking of cum, actually... How did your plug work? Did it keep everything in, or did it leak out? Don't spare the details- if it's hot enough I'll use it to get off to later....

hhh i really am… just wanna be used by people i don’t know why it feels so good to be treated like a cumdump….

the plug kinda worked but not quite? woke up at like 4 am to find it had slipped out sometime since i fallen asleep and my ass was kinda sticky from laying in lube so i just changed my underwear n went back to sleep :(

[dumbbutchmutt]

New Pinned. 📌

[Old url was @.softswitchbutch.]

Minors and Ageles blogs will be blocked. This is an 18+ space.

t/rfs - r/df/ms - will also be blocked.

Hello (Again). I'm Gideon and I'm a multigender butch lesbian. I use He/She/They and It/Its If you're also nb/trans. You can also call me from a title on my list below the cut.

Inbox open for ask, horny or not, anytime. If you want to dm me you can, but say hello and be polite please. I don't know you so don't approach me like you do. (Mututals can come in and add mutt at the end if they want 😳)

I have one partner "on tumblr" (Not super active): ★. I have more partners and fwb off tumblr too, so currently not looking for more long term things besides friends and some flirting and horny posting.

I don't do photos so don't ask, but if you want to send some I'm happy to receive.

Emojis, Kinks, Taglist below 👇🏽

Claimed anonymous emojis: 🐝 | 🙈 | 🤔 | 🫐 | 🐶 | 🌿 | 🍓| ❤❤❤

First: This blog does not kinkshame. Your kinks are your buisness and I've filtered the tags for kinks I don't want to see, so interacting is fine as long as you don't try and get me into it with you.

Do not do: Scat, Piss, rape, incest, ddlg/dmlg or other variations, detrans, race or slave play, dykebreaking/orientation play, forcefem/forcemasc, feet.

I definitely do: Praise 🧡, Degration, Humiliation, Teasing/Edging, Spanking, Flogging, Breeding, Petplay🧡, Bondage, Hair pulling, Blasphemy 🧡, Wrestling, Drool + Spit, Tentacles

I do cnc in the catagories of: Intoxication with weed and alcohol - Somnophilia - Mutt taming.

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Okay titles to call me: Sir, Ma'am, Daddy, Mommy, Good Boy/Girl, Beautiful, Handsome, Cute, Prettyboy, Puppy, Dog,

Degrading- Dumb, Mutt, Bitch, Toy

Taglist:

gbftag, h tag, moth: Tags for my partners

talking/anonymous: Ask

mine: Post I made

Daddy tag/Mommy tag: Stuff where I'm called or use those

nsft safety: Sex and bdsm health and safety tag. Check it out especially if you're new to kink.

nsft vent: vent post ✌🏽