fun nsfw facts :P

I’ve mentioned plenty of times on here that I can orgasm just from pain (my own and/or another person’s), but I can also orgasm to music.

My brain loves music so much that if I spend at least 30 minutes listening to good music at a medium to high level, I’m pretty much sated and high even if I don’t actually orgasm or have any substances in me.

And last Saturday when I was doing the weekly reset thing, I tried getting off to music at the same time and HOLY SHIT.

Sooooo if you didn’t know, orgasming while high on edibles is like… RIDICULOUSLY good. One of the BEST ORGASMS. Highly recommend. 10/10. I do it frequently 😀

Add to that my love of music and I nearly passed out, almost fell off the bed, and kicked so hard I stubbed my toe on the end of my bed, sending me into a second orgasm.

Which was strong enough I *did* fall off the bed.

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#2: Sam worshipping Deans ass during a medical role play while dean begs for it?

oddsocksandstuff:

I realised as I got this ready to post that I didn’t so much do medical role play as I did an actual medical check up, but hopefully the end result is the same lol

Kinktober

2. Ass Worship | Begging | Medical play | Watersports

Wincest, implied bottom!Dean

Dean had got himself injured. Stupid, really. And he’s mad at himself and he wants to make it up to Sam, which he can do, by letting Sam examine and check him over as much as he pleases.

And hell if being around Sam when he’s all bossy and studious and wearing rubber medical gloves doesn’t turn Dean on like nothing he could ever believe. They haven’t had reason to do a full examination in a long time, but they’ve been in the bunkers medical room – Dean naked of course – for half an hour now. And it’s really doing it for him.

Sam has poked and prodded and ordered Dean around in his most neutral, professional voice. Cold stethoscopes and gentle touches while Sam checked his bruised ribs. He was so efficient and aloof and Dean just kept watching the way his hands moved, covered in tight blue rubber and handling him like a pro.

They’re going to have to explore this.

“Up on the table,” Sam said. “Last check.”

Dean hopped up, still lost in thought, until Sam unfolded and swung the leg stirrups round with an appraising glance at Dean’s lean, nude form.

“Uh, really?”

“Yep, quick as you can.”

Dean leaned back trying not to look flustered and placed each foot in its intended cup. Sam widened them even further and slotted into his stool into place between Dean’s wide open legs. There was no way for Dean to hide how turned on he was, his cock was right there, and being pretty freaking obvious.

Sam ran the backs of his knuckles around the curve of Dean’s ass, and then patted him on the rump.

“You know,” he began, scooting backwards to frame Dean’s ass with his hands, one cupping a cheek each. “I have always loved this view.”

“Well, good, you see enough of it.”

Sam nodded, letting half a laugh escape.

“Do you have any idea how much I like it though?” he squeezed one hand and then the other.

“Why don’t you tell me?”

“It’s perfect, such a beautiful expanse of flesh,” Sam smacked him hard and Dean scowled even as his dick twitched. “It’s so unsullied, smooth,” Sam leaned in and rubbed his stubbled jaw over the exposed skin of Dean’s ass.

Dean gasped and tilted his hips up. Sam pushed on his stomach until he was laid flat again. So apparently they were playing “make Dean wriggle for Sam’s amusement” which usually ended in the best kind of climax.

“And it looks even better when it’s red,” Sam rubbed and massaged and caressed and then smacked a few times and sat back to review his handiwork.

“Feels so good in my hands Dean, always has.”

“So do something about it!”

Sam leaned in and licked, swirling his tongue around and around, and nipped a bruise or two or three into the smooth skin, savouring it, it seemed to Dean. Taking a damn long time to do some foreplay when Dean was clearly ready.

“Come on, get on with it, wanna feel you right now.”

“I dunno Dean, this view is so nice, and you’re all on display.” Sam grinned from his position between Dean’s legs. “I feel like staying here and making the best of it for a while.”

And fuck it, Dean didn’t know how to disagree with that when Sam’s tongue flicked out and his head dipped, and there was warmth and wet suckling pressure just where it felt best.

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