Tag: nsfw

Should I worry?

I was doing a little power scrolling and glimpsed art that was i thought a person getting a blow job, but several posts later my brain was like ‘was it just a head?🤔’ and i had to scroll back up. Not because because skullfucking a disembodied head would have been particularly weird, but simply because I wanted to see which marvel characters apparently got a halloween edit.

It wasn’t a disembodied head. It was a pumpkin. And it wasn’t marvel. It was spn.

and I found myself…disappointed??? Like i just KNEW my marvel peeps had reached for some other shit. What with Venom and all…

I think it might be time to log off for the day

The day the wrong kind of Dom tried to Dom a phi by phi-is-me on fetlife

sexypysker:

3-holes-2-tits:

masterpandy:

ladyofpornconnoisseur:

I love writing like this because its so damn accurate of what wanna be doms do.

MASTERDOM: You are beautiful.
phi: Oh. Thanks.
MASTERDOM: I’ve decided to consider you.
phi: Uh…consider me? For what?
MASTERDOM: For training. To be my submissive.
phi: Training?
MASTERDOM: Yes, you will need to learn how to properly serve me before I accept your submission.
phi; I see. Why?
MASTERDOM: Because I have standards you will need to meet.
phi: No, I mean why are you considering me?
MASTERDOM: Why? You are submissive. I am Dominant. You crave my control over you.
phi: Right now I’m just craving nutella. Tell me what it is about me that makes you think I’m the right submissive for you?
MASTERDOM: Well, that is still under consideration.
phi: You’re under consideration
MASTERDOM: chuckles Very well. I see we’ll have to train the brat out of you….
phi: Oh, I’m not a brat.
MASTERDOM: Oh, you are definitely a brat.
phi: Oh, I’m definitely not. But that’s okay, you can’t be expected to understand that yet. But you’re in luck!
MASTERDOM: Why is that?
phi: Because I am now considering you for acceptance into my Dom Training Program for Wayward Doms.
MASTERDOM: I don’t need training, young lady. I’ve been doing this for years.
phi: First of all, I’m older than you are, chuckles. And secondly, you need to understand how to properly serve me as a Dom before I can serve you as a submissive.
MASTERDOM: That is ridiculous. The Dom does not serve the submissive.
phi: The hell he doesn’t.
MASTERDOM: I’m starting to think you would not serve me well as a submissive at all.
phi: What? You don’t say!
MASTERDOM: You are an insolent little whore.
phi: Awww, now you start with the sweet talk.
MASTERDOM: I don’t have time for this.
phi: You’re in luck! One of the first topics we cover in Dom Training is time management!

@toodomforyou

Some “DOMINANTS” have not understood how D/s relationships works.

Sadly this is more common than finding people who actually appreciates the power exchange, who contributes to development, who are eager to learn, and who actually have a clue about how domination works in reality.

For all submissives out there, don’t fall into the Dom-trap of clueless wannabees. The only thing that comes out of it is misery, anger and frustration. And learn how to dodge those wannabees the way phi did. Very well done.

⬆️ All of this! Yes!

You may be a sub, but you are not his/her/their sub. If you want to play with a dom, you get to say yes. You get to make that choice. ”Training” is negotiated, not forced. Respecting yourself is vital to healthy BDSM play, even if you crave humiliation and degradation.

If you are looking for a dom, one that displays this kind of “alpha” behavior should be disqualified automatically. They will not respect your limits if they start their interactions with you with such blatant disrespect. Only pathological relationships can be found down that road.

Approach me as a bully of a dom and you will throw my switch, and I can become a bigger, meaner dom than you in an instant. Why? Because I am not a sheep. Rather, I am a sheep dog, and I protect those around me from threats. If you think that you can push me around, you will try it with someone else, and it might affect their ability to consent. We should probably have a talk about why that is improper behavior.

If you think that it is a good way to start flirting with someone, you need to rethink your game. Your scene doesn’t start at, “Hello.” It starts when all parties have agreed that it has started. Perhaps you could try, “Hi, my name is X. I see that you are presenting as a submissive tonight. Would you be interested in some light power play, perhaps leading into something a bit more involved if we click?”

Sometimes I wonder about how I end up where I end up on the internet.

What I’ve been doing for the last 3 hours:

While cooking lunch I was like “I’m going to work on that never-ending witchcraft story I’ve been dabbling with for YEARS”.” Then while eating lunch I watched episode 4 of The Purge tv series. I visited a forum to discuss the episode. And then I saw something (I can’t remember what now) that made me think about bdsm– Oh! on the episode, the married could was like ‘we won’t do that kinky 50 shades stuff’ – and I got to a board talking about folks being domineering as opposed to dominant. This made me think of a problem I run into in that the internet would have you think that scenes can’t happen without degradation and guess what I’m not into!

Someone mentioned their partner calling them racial slurs during sex and my brain completely shifted gears. I spent like an hour trying to find an explanation for so-called “raceplay” because while a lot of kinks just aren’t for me (ex: degradation) or involve things that make my skin crawl (ex: them “sports” involving “water”), I can usually go ‘well that’s why consent is important. do you boo.’ But raceplay isn’t one of those things I can just “to each their own” my brain into understanding? From there I got frustrated because I couldn’t find folks who admittedly participate in it and had talked about it. (This may have been a subconscious lack of wanting to find it because everything is on the internet somewhere right?) I found people who had sexual partners spring that shit on them, but then the convo dipped into talk about consent (which is definitely a valid convo) but I wanted to know why someone would want to play the role of the person who demeans someone in that particular type of “play” in the first place. And THAT got me to thinking about how overall I have an easier time understanding what subs get out of submission, but I’ve never actually considered what Doms get out of dominating.” 

But then I log onto tumblr out of habit and ended up looking up dogs.

… I still haven’t added anything to my witchcraft story.

cocothewriter:

Like An Open Book

Summary: You wanted to try something different for your wedding anniversary.

Warning: Smut, +18 theme, oral sex(f/m) receiving), language.

This is a Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader fic. Enjoy!

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You were a simple person.

At least that’s what you thought as you stood in the doorway to your kitchen filled with hot pink balloons, over twelve dozen bouquet of red roses and a full spread of breakfast on the kitchen counter.

A pair of arms wrap around your waist, causing you to jump a bit in surprise.

“Happy anniversary baby.” Bucky whispered in the shell of your ear. The hairs on the back of your neck stands and a shiver courses through your body.

You turn in his arms before locking yours arms around his broad shoulders. “Happy anniversary handsome.”

That charming smile graced his lips before he pressed them against yours. Last night events quickly flashing through your mind that you had to pull back before things got started again.

“I’ve got the whole day planned for you.”

Your smile must of flatten a bit because has a frown on his that you caused you to step back for a little. You loved Bucky, there was no doubt there since you married the man and you appreciated everything he has done for anniversaries, birthdays and holidays but now, before he left again on his mission, you wanted to do something simple.

Bucky eyes widen at your confession. “I love all your surprises Buck and you make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world but, I just want to spend time with you.”

Bucky eyes softened, feeling him squeezing your thick waist. “Alright baby, what do you have in mind?”

You hummed softly to yourself as you walk hand in hand with Bucky who smiles at you. You’d spend most of the day shopping for thing for your home and for each other. After having a delicious lunch, you headed to the large library in town.

“What are you thinking about getting from here doll?” Bucky asked, following behind you while you moved through the bookshelves.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know, maybe a cookbooks or two.” You said softly, brushing your fingers over a few books you walked by.

“I’m going to head upstairs for a bit, come get me when you’re ready sweetheart.” Bucky kisses your forehead before heading up.

You weren’t sure how long you’ve been borrowing but you know that soon Bucky is going to come find you about dinner and he’s not to pleasant to be around when he’s hungry.

Carrying the books you want, you head upstairs, the history section of the library was empty aside from Bucky who you found three aisles down. Standing tall in his dark, red shirt and denim jeans. His hair slicked back under his baseball cap.

You set your books down before going over, wrapping your arms around his waist and you feel him tense up for a second before relaxing.

“Looking for a good time?” You whispered.

“Sorry, but I’m taken.” Bucky replies back, keeping his gaze on the book in front of him.

A smile forms on your lips. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt right?”

Bucky chuckled a bit. “Doubtful. She knows everything and she’s crazy.”

You let out a playful gasp. “Hey! I’m not crazy.”

Bucky pulls you in front of him, wrapping his right arm around your shoulders while his vibraium hand holds the book he was currently reading.

“Small and crazy.”

You pout. “I’m only a couple of inches shorter that you ya’ know?” Bucky lets out a hum, his eyes dancing over the pages and you peek, trying to see what he was reading.

“Purl Harbor.” He says, reading your mind. “There’s still a lot I missed.”

You simply nod your head before leaning it against his chest. Moments like these make you great full for having Bucky in your life, it make it worth the sleepless night and nightmares. You loved this man, that was for certain or else you wouldn’t have married him. He was the type of man that men and women dreamed of. Tall, large biceps, his untamed dark, brown hair and vivid blue irises. The thought of last night activities raced through your mind, squeezing your thighs together as you remember him fucking you tirelessly, stroking his long, thick cock inside you.

Again and again..

“Lets start heading out. Maybe grab something for dinner.” He says, putting the book back on the shelf. “What are you hungry for?” Bucky glance towards you, giving you a lazily seductive once-over that made your heart skip a beat.

“You’re wearing the fuck-me look doll.” His Brooklyn accent slipping.

“It’s because you look so fuckable.” You blink your eyelashes at him.

A cocky grin shown on his lips that caused your chest to tighten with terrible yearning. You loved him too much. You looked up at him, admiring the way his dark hair framed his that beautiful face. Bucky cupped your cheeks before pressing his lips against yours with hunger that left you shaking, wanting more.

Your back pressed against the bookshelf when he lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist to keep your steady.

“We shouldn’t be doing this here.” He let out in a pant, continuing his assault on your neck.

“But doesn’t it make it more exciting?” You whispered, digging your finger nails onto his shoulders. “Besides, there’s no one up here Sergeant.”

You can feel him shake from you using his rank. For some reason that always did it for him, getting him to do whatever you wanted.

“Fuck,” He groans, gripping your ass hard before marching towards an empty talk in a far corner. “You’re trouble, you know that?” He says, tossing off his baseball cap.

“Isn’t that why you married me?” You ask smugly. Bucky smiles before kneeling down in between your spread legs.

“Damn right,” without warning, Bucky dives forward, attaching his lips against your throbbing clit. A growl leaves the back of throat when he feels how wet you are and you have to fight from moaning too loudly. “You taste so fucking good baby.” Your eyes roll into the back of your head, on hand gripping his shoulder as the other pulls on his hair hard. The sound of ripping brings your focus back down to the man between your legs.

“Hey!” You begin to protest but Bucky spanks the side of your thighs gently, causing you to yelp. A distant ‘shush’ could be heard from downstairs and Bucky looks up at you. “Better keep it down sugar, okay?”

You bite your lower lip before nodding your head. Bucky continues kiss and sucking on your sensitive numb. You’re a panting, whimpering mess by the time his flesh fingers are teasing at your wet center but you shake your head and Bucky gives you a hard look.

“Use your words baby.” He says, nibbling on the inside of your thighs, causing your to shake in pleasure. He knew what you wanted, all you had to do was ask but it was so hard too when anyone could by and see what you two were doing.

“Please Bucky,” You moaned, running your fingers through his hair, trying to pull his face closer to where you needed his touch.

“Please what?” He bites your thigh harder, leaving a mark in his wake.

“I-I want your metal fingers.” You let out, grinding your hips desperately. “You want them where?”

You could let out a frustrated cry. He was teasing you and you didn’t have time for that. Not when you were hot and ready for him. “I want them inside me Bucky please, please.” You whine and he brings his flesh hand to grip your thighs in place.

The cold feeling of those fingers against your dripping lips make you throw your head back in pleasure. Your hand slaps against the table when he starts sucking on your clit against harder while his fingers pump inside you at a fast pace. Shamelessly, your body writhed as you rode his plunging fingers. He added another and you dug in your heels, arching up to meet his thrusts.

Your orgasm washed over you. You pull on his hair, earning a growl of approval from your lover. He doesn’t pull away until he feels you stop shaking. Bucky gets up, his fingers still moving in and out of you with easy while you work on his belt and jeans, getting his thick cock free. It’s hot and heavy in your palms when you struck him gently. Bucky groans, pressing his forehead against yours. Without thinking, you push Bucky back until he’s seated before you. You slid down from the table, your hands reaching eagerly for his fly. He was hard and thick, his erection straining. Lifting his shirt and pushing down his boxers, you freed him. He fell heavily into your hands, the thick length already glistening at the tip. You licked the the pre-cum away, loving the way he reined his own hunger to satisfy you.

Your eyes were on him as your open mouth slid over the plush head. You watched his lips part on a sharply indrawn breath and his eyelids grow heavy.

“Y/N.” His gaze hot on your face. “Uh…yeah, like that baby. Fuck, I love your mouth.” He groans. His praise spurred you on. You took him as deep as you could. “You love this,” he said in a low whisper, pushing his fingers into your hair to cup your head. “As much as I do.”

The tip of your tongue traced the pulsing Bien up to the head, and then you took him in your mouth again, your neck arching back as you lowered to sit on your heel, your hands on your knees, offering yourself to him.

“Don’t stop.” He widened his stance. He slid his cock to the back of your throat, then pulled back out, coating your tongue with a trail of creamy pre-cum. You swallowed, savoring the taste.

He groaned, his hands cupping your jaw. Don’t stop, doll. Suck me dry.”

Your cheeks hollowed as you found a rhythm. “So fucking good.” His teeth ground audibly. “Ah, God, you’re making me come.”

His cock swelled in your mouth. His hand fisted your hair, pulling, his body shuddering as he came hard.

Bucky cursed as you swallowed. He emptied himself in thick, hot bursts, flooding your mouth as if he hadn’t come all night. By the time he finished, you were gasping, pulling him out of your mouth as he softens. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, looking up at Bucky through your lashes. He cups your jaw, stroking his fingers over your bottom lip.

“This isn’t want I had in mind when you said we should come to the library.”

You let out a giggle, shaking your head before helping Bucky put himself back into his jeans.

Once done, Bucky helps you up before bringing you into a passionate embrace.

“Let’s finish this at home.” He says and you nod your head eagerly.

“Let’s get out of here, Sergeant.”

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This is for @papi-chulo-bucky

THANK YOU FOR THE 321 FOLLOWERS!!

TMI but…

Hormones are some shit. Normally I can open my goto porn and take care of this with a little diy. It might take an orgasm or 5 but it gets done. This time? I don’t know what to do. There’s only so much masturbating. And I am NOT going out to meet some random.

Should I change up type of porn? Go to the nearest novelty shop and try a new type of toy? Get a gym membership to try to burn excess energy????

Two Roaring Handfuls

tisfan:

Title: Two Roaring Handfuls (and a bit more)
Collaborator: @tisfan
Link: AO3
Square Filled: O1 – Size Queen
Ship: Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes
Rating: E
Major Tags: Size Queen, big dick, anal sex, oral sex, porn with feelings
Summary: Everyone seems to know that Tony Stark has a huge dick (even if
the angle is bad in that one video.) Bucky would like some independent
verification of this fact.
Word Count: 5,352
Created for @mcukinkbingo

A/n – Story title comes from the lyrics in an OLD, bawdy song called Nine Inch will Please a Lady

“Seriously, Stark,”
Clint said, staring at the content, no longer knocking things over, giant
goddamn bear that Tony’d corralled with several train cars. He’d brought in a
dump truck loaded with local honey and then boxed the critter in. The bear
didn’t seem currently inclined to go anywhere, and Strange was already on site
trying to figure out of it was a bear that had been magicked, or maybe
teleported. “We all already know you got like, massive big dick energy, you
don’t have to hose down the deck with testosterone.”

Bucky peeled his eyes
off Tony’s backside to blink in confusion. “We do? I mean, yeah, of course we
do,” he said. “Wait, how do you know?”

Tony had popped back his
faceplate, revealing tangled hair plastered over his forehead, a cut just under
one eye that had dribbled blood down his cheek, and a grin as wide as a dinner
plate. “Everybody who wants to can google it,” Tony said, dropping lightly onto
the ground. “And to be fair, the angle’s bad in that video.”

“Figures,” Clint said,
clutching at his heart in mock dismay. “I always knew ten inches was too much
to hope for.”

Tony tipped his eyes up,
not quite exasperated, but like there was something he wasn’t saying. “I’m no
Jonah Falcon,” he said, “but I do okay.”

“His is completely
non-verified,” Tash added.

“It’s on record as being
thirteen and a half inches,” Clint protested.

“Why are we talking
about this?” Cap wondered. “Can we not just, once, maybe, do our jobs and not
end up in a metaphorical or literal conversation about dick size.”

Bucky stared at Tony, as
if he could spontaneously develop x-ray vision. “No, no, I don’t think we can,
Cap.”

Tony smirked, thrusting
his hip out to stand with a certain amount of sensual energy. “I’m always up
for some independent verification.”

“No puns,” Steve sighed.
He threw his hands up, and then strode off to talk to Strange, who, as a
medical professional, tended to discuss misplaced entrails and exsanguination
and bodily fluids, rather than getting naked. Which, Bucky supposed, was an
improvement for Steve, who still blushed like a choir boy.

“All the puns,”
Tony said, pouting. “You are no fun, Capsicle.”

“He’s just scared of
your Subway footlong,” Clint said.

“Huh?” Bucky whirled
around. “I thought you said it was ten, not twelve.”

“Well, Subway’s footlong
isn’t twelve inches either,” Clint pointed out.

“Hey, if we’re talking
about sausages, I have got the meat,” Tony said.

“We’re not talking about
this,” Steve yelled over his shoulder.

Which did, at least for
the moment, put an end to it. At least in the outloud, the in public, and the
speculative ranges. What Bucky did in his own time, including trying to trace
an outline while Tony was in the underflight suit, that was Bucky’s own
business, wasn’t it?

It took Bucky all of
three days resisting until he was in a cafe, with a burner phone, connected incognito
to the internet and trying to google the video that Clint had mentioned.

It was a bad
angle.

And blurry.

(more below the cut)

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