#bdsm*

[hackett-out]

bdsm/nsfw talk under the cut but like

one of the most interesting uses of D/s i’ve found was a scenario where the dom ‘silences’ the sub, feeding them the only words they’re allowed to say during an encounter (consensually and with safe words, natch, still allowed to make noises on their own), prompting them with sentences and phrases entire time until the end of the session, where their climax allows them to speak freely again 

and boy i

i kinda feel that for hackett i’m ngl

mostly bc i have to believe he knows what his voice does to some people

[mousieta]

Me: I should go find new fic to read.

Me: *opens up Vixx Vampires to reread for the third time*

[hackett-out]

so like

Rea/TIM would be about breaking down his intelligence and reserve until he’s more feral and driven by needs. begging, edging, denial, etc.

Rea/Hackett would be about role-reversal but not in a humiliating sissification way. More about Rea giving the commands and Hackett following them. 

Rea/Zaeed would be a surprisingly soft, caring domme, focused on body worship and service, like a goddess

[hackett-out]

just a lil’ bit before i go to bed bc i’m actually happy i wrote shit today wtf

When the next pulse came and didn’t immediately stop, he broke. 

“Please,” he begged, thrusting unconsciously against the buzzing ring on his cock. He couldn’t keep still even with his wrists bound behind his back, his ankles bound together keeping him in generally one place. The sensations were overloading his mind and body with each passing second, and he was ready to be swept away in the heat of his own climax. The need afire in his belly brought desperate tears to his eyes, mirroring the drips of seed that coated the end of his cock. She was watching him again with her finger on the magic buttons, a slight smile on her full lips adding even more fuel to his desire.

The realization that he couldn’t stop any of it, pressed firmly under her thumb crashed into him, and he loved it. 

“Please,” he repeated in earnest as the vibrations sped slightly, catching him off-guard. His teeth grit, struggling against the rise of his orgasm to do exactly what she wanted of him. He was going to beg.

[queermccoy]

the thing about the secretary is that it’s a really good movie, and theyre both such massive dorks that you cant help but root for them, but theyre also terrible and you wanna shake them and tell them not to fail at life quite so hard

[hackett-out]

[Ana] has a small, sweet face that is blushing now, an innocent pale rose. I wonder briefly if all her skin is like that—flawless—and what it would look like pink and warmed from the bite of a cane.

oh my god she literally tripped into his office and this is very nearly his first thought

how are you not on like five or more predatory lists, dude

[hackett-out]

Happy New Year & stuff.