T4T love is holy whether its sexual or romantic or platonic or monogamous or polyamorous or gay or lesbian or straight or any combination of any of those things or even something more deeply personal and undefineable
going to memorize every detail of ur voice btw. going to study the cadence of it, every lisp and crack and rhythm, each contented sigh and low groan. going to remember how pleased affection sounds on your tongue. how utter bliss tugs your mouth open. which commands you love using most. what a warning looks like in the set of your jaw.
going to test how dangerous your voice can get when you’re about to put me in my place. going to figure out what makes you smile, and grin, and laugh. going to learn you by fucking heart.
Such a beautifully evocative writer, really captures what makes me swoon about voices too
Sometimes the right words haven't been invented yet. Sometimes they escape me in the moment, or I lack the boldness to use them. Sometimes speaking from my guts would clash with circumstance; conjure your past or conflict with your present. Be a little too much. So instead I moan for you in ecstatic echolalia, inventing a private Esperanto in real time. I'm no Elizabeth Fraser vocally, but that raw passion which transcends and defies language? I feel her. The knots and sinews that entangle us, the depth and nuance of my surrender to you - there just aren't the words yet. If we create them, I'd rather keep them ours.
let’s talk about “bloopers”
losing your hold while you’re on top, careening down on top of your partner in a fit of giggles
harnesses loosening at the one singular moment they shouldn’t
accidentally slipping out and just raw slamming your hips against each other a few times before you notice
body noises. queefing, joints popping, that one moan that kinda sounded weird? who cares, it’s a good time
forgetting where the edge of the bed is in the heat of the moment and almost or actually toppling over off of it
accidentally leaning on someone’s hair
pausing because your pet is clawing for dear life at the door and you can’t concentrate
having to stop because something feels kinda off and it’s more important to figure out what that is
laughter
connection and communication
sex isn’t perfect. sex isn’t porn. sex is a dance between people that care about each other and want to show that care in a specific way. it’s beautiful and messy and human, an extension of us as human.
rough cnc is very good and I like it a lot—but have you ever considered soft cnc? like…….compliments whispered in your ear as you struggle, groans and pants and praises while you try to get away, being told that you’re so good, you’re so fucking good, they just couldn’t stop themselves from taking you, could they? they deserve to have a little treat after you’ve flaunted yourself all night, don’t they? don’t struggle—just let them have what they want, they promise they’ll make it good, make you have fun too, you just gotta let them do what they want and it’ll all be over soon…
My fave
Think this might be My Vibe™
fuck, that was perfect — you’re perfect. can i cuddle up next to you, please?
no, of course you weren’t too much. you didn’t push too far, you never crossed a boundary. if you had, i would have safeworded; but you’re wonderfully quick at recognizing the slightest bit of genuine discomfort, steering the scene away from that long before it ever becomes necessary. it warms me every time.
you know i don’t mind that you get off on hurting me. really the opposite — there’s nothing i love more than watching the freed aggression in your eyes when you hold me down, take what you want, and just let yourself have me; and there’s nothing wrong with you for enjoying what we did, too. besides, for all the bruises you leave on my skin, for all the screams and whimpers you drag out of me… i never feel more cherished and at ease than when we do this together.
and i also like it, genuinely love it, when you’re mean to me. or pretend to be. i know we play around with fear a lot; you’re so good at being intimidating when you want to be, and fuck, you know i like feeling scared. but truth is — you don’t scare me. not like this, in the reality of it, when you’re being so gentle, making sure i feel so comfortable and cared for.
even on my knees and so deep in submission, i feel blessedly safe with you. you’re such a good, wonderful, caring person: you take me apart and put me back together so well, every time. thank you.
This kind of trust and connection sounds so healthy and beautiful, hope to find something like it when I have the bandwidth
Top drop/dom drop usually comes from shock, guilt or insecurity about the way you have just treated someone whose well-being you care about very much. Like sub drop, it is usually accompanied by a fall in endorphins and general energy levels. Especially for aces (who I find have a greater need to be in the right mindset/’zone’ for play and intimacy), a ‘snap’ moment where you break out of play mode can throw you emotionally, and the end of play causes a similar reassessment or double-take at what happened during the scene.
Dominants in drop require the same kind of care as subs, but a different kind of reassurance.
another good few are:
this is exactly what we negotiated,
this is what i consent to
i wouldn’t hesitate to safeword if needed
Much needed post! It's great that aftercare for dominants and tops has been less neglected as a general topic lately, but specific suggestions of how this might be done are extra helpful - esp for neurodivergent and/or overthinking types! Ofc individuals will have different aftercare needs so asking each person ahead of time is ideal, but it's good to have some ideas as a starting point
Underrated kink stuff: casual bdsm. Watching a film together but the sub is gagged and bound. Playing boardgames but the sub has a vibrator strapped to them. Cooking dinner but the sub has a plug in their ass and their nipples are clamped. Hanging out together reading a book or something but the dom has their hnds between the sub’s legs. The possibilities are endless.
I literally do not care what you look like naked. I don’t care if you have stretch marks, a chubby tummy, or hair on your belly. I don’t care if your thighs touch. I don’t care if you forgot to shave. I literally do not care about any of those things. The only thing I care about is teasing and pleasing the fuck out of you. Ain’t no stretch mark or hair gonna stop me from hearing you scream my name. When I love you I’m loving all of you.
What I wouldn't give to be in your arms right now. For you to pull me in close, for us to tune everything out and simply exist together, just for a little while. To breathe each other in for the first time. To gaze as long as we want to, grin as widely as we feel, let go of the need to censor our delight in one another.
To learn how your body responds to my touch, and mine to yours. Savouring every shiver, every hitched breath, the fleeting micro-expressions that grace our faces as we find each other's weak spots and discover new ones together. Hands and lips roaming skin and hair, long held curiosities and cravings quenched at last. Slowing each moment down, relishing every detail in its wholeness.
Offering you the same patient nurturance you give the world so freely, with my fingers and lips and tongue and spirit. Treating you as subject not object, delicate bloom not fairground ride. Sharing that vulnerability and acceptance I've always found so uniquely beautiful in you. Letting you truly see me, so when you finally claim my body you get every piece, fully authentic and fully yours.
i want friends who will casually fuck me by surprise. we could just be hanging out and someone decides to wrap their hand around my neck and make out with me before theyre pulling my pants down and thrusting into my hole, making me gasp and moan. i just want to be a pretty boy who gets used sometimes by his friends
Why do free use friendships exist all over tumblr but never irl? 😔
ahem. men who stutter when they’re fucking you because you feel so good, who whimper thank yous in your ear because they can’t believe they get to be inside of you, who whine for you to kiss them and touch them and all of their rough persona seems to fade away a little because they need to feel as much of you as they can, they need your physical contact, sometimes you whisper that they’re handsome or that you love them and they whimper out that they’re not gonna last long, they’re so close, and knowing that you want them pushes them over the edge completely
That hungry desperation, on either side of the slash, is just 👌 *chef's kiss*
Stupidest thing is when people treat butch/femme, dom/sub, top/bottom, as like. Gender Binary 2.0 that all maps neatly lmao
Butches can be bottom subs. Femmes can dom (g-d they can dom). You can be queer and be literally none of these things. Let go of the urge to map and categorize in neat and tidy lines and learn to love the messiness of queer life and human existence
This, so much ☝️ Get so tired of the conflation of masc / dominant / sexual top vs fem(me) / submissive / sexual bottom. Like, if people relate to that in their own lives that's grand, but please don't project those expectations onto others. It can cause miscommunication at best, kink pez dispenser treatment, even coercion at times. As a vers submissive soft masc guy, it's felt like a lot of folks engage with a cluster of projections, not me as a person - even after discussions about this. It can be alienating , but it's also extra appreciated when those special few take the time to understand 💜
Fuck nudes send me audios of you cumming and saying my name.
Let me wear your shirt and then fuck me in it 🥺
Shrunken Mario kink?
getting so desperate & needy that i start humping ur boot ♡
Love feeling this debased for someone 🥴
heavy are the hips that wield the strap
