#violet wand

[lady-of-fangs-lyrlia]

Isn't it just so fun to watch?

Sound warning: The device is angry and loud.

[delalla365n]

Chick #14 will surprise you!!!

[puppygirl-sage]

Been posting a bit recently about shock collars and electro kink, and they're a popular part of stories, so thought I'd do a safety post cuz there's often a lot of misconceptions.

This isn't a complete guide and if you're going to take part in this kink I would recommend doing more research. But hopefully this is a good primer for people that are writing or just curious.

First, I'll preface this with a big: Only use these on consenting humanoids (non-human and non-person identities inclusive of course). It is never okay to use these for animal training. This guide is just for kink!

Safe Areas: See image. Generally, anything on the lower body is safe, as are are arms. NEVER create a path across the heart or vital organs. Avoid the face, eyes are very delicate. Avoid piercings as this can leave burns. Be mindful of if you're in contact with anything conductive, this may change the behaviour of the device.

Devices: Always be sure to check that electrical toys are in safe working order and unless you really know what you're doing, it's not a good idea to try and repair or kit bash them yourself. It's just not worth getting electrocuted the wrong way. If you do know what you're doing or want to learn, check out https://openshock.org/

For shock collars, despite what you'll commonly see in stories, it's not a good idea to use them on the neck. A lot of important nerves go through there and you really don't want to damage those. Better places for shock collars are wrists, thighs and ankles.

For TENS units and other tools that conduct current through the body take special care not to cross that path through anything important. So for instance, don't put one pad on each arm because that will conduct through the upper body.

For sparky tools like violet wands be aware that they can leave electrical burns. You can actually use these for branding, which can be a lot of fun (ask me how I know 😜), but make sure you're doing that on purpose. Generally you won't have issues if you're using glass contacts but be careful with prolonged exposure with pointed metal ones.

Image credit https://wiki.openshock.org/home/safety-rules

[svenslave]

- Let's see how you like this!!

[fandomfluffandfuck]

hi s … 🍂 anon here hehe :3

was just reading one of your older dom!steve sub!bucky posts about having bucky talk or else steve stops touching him ( beautifully done, by the way ) and it had me wondering …

for context (a little tmi drawing from my own experiences), i , as the very loud person i am with my friends and family , ironically go non-verbal when i’m experiencing pleasure / in sub space . quite literally can’t speak even if i tried, no matter how much i want to express myself. i barely make sounds when i’m in that space because i’m too caught up in the whole thing . i just feel , and become so overwhelmed i can barely muster the energy to speak .

i see myself in bucky a LOT—ergo, seeing sub!bucky fleshed out has me bursting at the seams with happiness because that’s me!! he’s literally me!! so … could we maybe see sub!bucky experiencing so much pleasure ( or maybe just overwhelmed in sub space ) that he can barely make a noise ? of course , feel free to add your own spin on things , everything you write has me giddy <3

Hi 🍂

Sorry it took me so long to get to this, I try to go in order of what was sent in first and work toward more recent asks but when I have so many requests it can delay answers quite a bit. This was a lot of fun to write, though!

I'm not exactly sure what older drabble you're referring to (edit: probably this one, thank you Lei), but I ran away a little with this request nevertheless. So...

It's a little kinkier than just, oh, Bucky goes all subby and gets nonverbal. There's plenty of that, but, also, somehow, electrostimulation (as in a violet wand) and St. Andrew's Cross action snuck in there 👀

Enjoy 😘😘

Between the towering, impressive, solid wooden planks of the St. Andrew's cross Bucky is shackled to, poor, poor Bucky meltingly lets his wild head of hair drop back; his locks are frizzy and tangled from all the sweating and excitement, he's hanging his between his minutely trembling shoulders because what else can he do. Zapped, tickled, and aroused.

Oh—

The, well, the not-thought—he can't think like this, there's lots of electricity bouncing around inside him but none of it is sparking synapses and creating coherent thought, rather it's short-circuiting him—the impulse stays inside him. Oh. Inside is buzzing, erogenous body. Oh. The exclamation doesn't come out of his open mouth because just like his liquified brain can't think, his lips, teeth, and tongue don't work. Can't work. There's no way!

The current of electricity and pleasure that crackles and tingles through his body isn't the entire reason he can't make a sound but it sure doesn't help when Bucky can never seem to speak the moment he hits the high of pleasure and submission as they meld moltenly, combining into a cocktail that intoxicates him beyond slurring into silence.

But, the electricity—

Oh.

—the electricity does not fucking help.

Shocked and slowly being cooked from the inside out, Bucky's quieter than the zapping, crackling sound of the violet wand wielded by Steve. The electricity that the playful wand smears his body in prances across the surface of his goosebump-ed skin and crawls underneath to suffuse through his muscles, even delving into his bones. Deep. It hurts as Steve draws lines and loops across his surrendered body, arms and legs collared in leather and held mercilessly to the St. Andrew's cross, enforcing his posture and making him take exactly what Steve thinks he deserves, nothing more, nothing less.

The jumping, sparking charge from the wand feels like concentrated pleasure—boiled down into something so sticky and sweet that Bucky's teeth are rotting in his mouth. His tongue is heavy with it. It tastes good. A little like balancing a penny on his lolling tongue, but good. The sides of his jaws, his salivary glands, tingle and rush, flooding his useless mouth and throat with spit. He wants to taste it and satiate his endless cravings.

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzzzzzzz.

Steve shocks and tantalizes him, electricity tracing his body, heart pounding, skin alive, muscles both coiled tight and entirely limp.

Yesss—

Bucky's best attempt at making any kind of sound is the involuntary wet sounds of contraction that happen when his throat spasms—pure pleasure, just trying, hoping, to swallow in lieu of embarrassingly drooling all over himself. Only in his dreams does he come out of this damn near religious experience with his dignity, though. In reality, he is raw. He is vulnerable. He is relying on Steve for everything. His dominant. There is nothing more stripped back and exposed than Bucky like this—strung up, helpless, cheeks flushed hot, sweat coating his sensitive, prickling skin, his mouth wide open, his eyes so heavily lidded, barely blinking, every twitch of his lashes only displaying how his glazed eyes continually roll back with each sweet and aching shock, head lulling bonelessly, throat spamming in pleasure with the best, only sound he gets being a gurgle, wet and primal, trying to swallow. Bucky is gone-gone.

More than naked, Steve can almost reach inside Bucky's chest and squeeze his pounding heart, Bucky is so delicate and exposed. Thump. Thump. Thump—Bucky needs Steve to squeeze him, hold him together while tearing him into pieces. Touch him and cut him up with that arousing, awful wand.

Every jump of electricity between the violet wand and Bucky's bared body leaves his cock twitching. Especially when Steve drags the dangerous, incredible toy around his aching nipples. The glass attachment he's using right now looks something like a thick-pronged comb but feeling like actual fucking magic. Lewd, erotic magic that crawls inside him and directly stimulates his nerves. His nipples can't get any harder. He can't breathe any harder. Panting.

God.

His throat spasms and contracts worse. Wet and choking.

Oh.

He's shivering and shaking and Steve is hardly even touching him—the magic of a violet wand. Electric. His dominant hardly has to do anything to peel Bucky apart, layer by layer, shaving him down smaller and smaller until he's miniscule. The crackling, tingling electricity assaults Bucky.

The glass attachment at the tip of the toy started out so cold, but it's anything but now. It burns. The sensation is so unique and unlike anything else, Bucky knows—more than he knows how to speak or moan—that the moment he recovers from the earth-shattering orgasm Steve's going to give him permission to have, he's going to beg to do it again. He's addicted.

What else is like this?

What fucking else?

It's hyperintensively overwhelming.

Bucky's barely held-up body doesn't know what to do, wanting so severely it aches—it's aching to giggle but isn't able to do it. The potential squirming laughter is trapped inside his pleasured body, his chest heaving harder and harder with each drawing, dragging line of shock but, still, it doesn't pop. He can't make a sound. Useless, his jaw hangs slack and his eyes roll back, unseeing.

Pleasure. Pleasure. Pleasure.

It's white-hot rushing—well, violet, brilliant purple rushing heat.

Bucky quivers, he's almost sobbing, but no. He's deceptively silent. It tickles. It burns. It hurts. It's concentrated pleasure.

Really, barely touched, the glass tips of the comb-like attachment on the wand skim lightly or hover over his flesh to give the electric charge a gap to jump—Steve expertly knows the larger the gap, the more bite the shock has, needing to build up the energy to charge from the wand to his spacy, needy submissive, and he keeps the gap or direct stimulation to Bucky's taste, just a slight bit of pain, almost all easy pleasure—and it's still devastatingly good. Nothing so simple should undo him this way. Yet… it does.

He is lost.

It is so fucking hot.

The feeling itself, the accoutrements in bondage and set-up, and every time he was warned against playing with electricity as a kid. Oh. Yes. More shivering, those reminders rush in just like a current. He likes it. The taboo. He shouldn't, but—

He can't help it.

It feels good.

So good.

At the same time that he revels in breaking those faded, old rules, he knows that part of the quiver inside him is fear. Arousal and fear, two sides of the same coin. Phobia and fetish. Bucky feels them acutely. He likes it. Dangerously. However, Steve is controlling it and Steve will keep him safe, Steve will overwhelm and arouse, and torture him safely. He'll let him float in the clouds, sparking with lightning, burning with lust, and bring him down safely afterward. And Bucky doesn't even have to talk, just squeeze the doubled-over length of leather in his right fist like a spanking strap, making sure he doesn't drop it unless he wants to stop. If he had the ability to speak, to beg, he'd be all over that—don't stop, please, pleease, don't stop, Steve, ohmygod, don't stop, you can't, can't stop, feels, ohh, feels so good, don't stop! But he can't make a fucking sound. Pleasure has his tongue.

Rushing, zapping, tingling—the electricity scorches him, heart pounding, head lulling, cock throbbing. He never wants to stop. Who needs a voice when he's got pleasure that shakes and strikes through him? He is a thunderstorm and Steve is Zeus, using and commanding him to strike and crack just how he wants.

Guh.

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[cs-antonsson]

violet wands more like VIOLENT wands hahahha. pls electrocute me plsplsplspls

[lady-of-fangs-lyrlia]

Enjoy some behavior enforcement with my stupid little boy and a shock wand