#the concept of consent

[ruinpowder]

man as much as i would never ever want to live through the early 2000s again i’m relieved i was a kid then and not now. my parents are pretty technology illiterate outside of what they do for work but the idea of 10 year old helen’s life being broadcast to millions of strangers online gives me chills. no kid deserves that

[sunniepoo]

your roommate never knew when to keep his hands off, even when you were asleep

cw: dubcon, somno, dark!jj

jj knew what he was doing was disgusting, he knew that it was pervy and creepy and gross and every name under the sun for just straight up wrong. it’s not that he didn’t feel bad but the pleasure and satisfaction he gained every night, jerking off into his hand with the image of you naked, with the pellets of water trickling down you wore greater than his conscious

when you’d moved in,a couple months ago, there was a silent reminder in his head to not scare you away or push any boundaries but he couldn’t help but have a slight inkling that you wanted him to prey, you wanted him to push and play to his limit. the way you would leave your panties laying out on the floor, it was like you wanted him to pick them up and fist them around his dick, inevitably cumming into them

or how you’d shower with the door open just enough so he could see the outline of your tits through the foggy shower door. he knew he sounded like a perv when ranting on about it to the brunette boy, hands flailing about, mumbling about how ‘she’s gotta be doing it on purpose…i mean - wh-why else” earning a questionable stare from john b who scoffs out about him being a full on classic creep

it was so so conflicting, he knew he shouldn’t - you were probably just being naive, your usual sweet mindset blurring the sultryness within your actions but he couldn’t help but use your actions as justification for what he was doing. you would’ve said something by now id it bothered you, right?

but it wasn’t always weird,there were quiet domestic moments aswell, like tonight.

the loud rumble of thunder was enough to make you squeal eliciting a soft laugh from the blonde in front of you, who continued to stuff food in his mouth “jayyy” the slight tease in your whine was impossible to miss as the word left your mouth “lets sleep together tonight” you ask, eyes opened wide and focused on him, leaving him to struggle to understand the meaning behind the question

“what” the blonde in front deadpans, ears in disbelief of what he’s hearing - mind already rushing to the stickiest of ickys

“just hate storms and m’gonna not be able to sleep” you respond and as the words fall from your mouth, his figure visibly relaxes as soon as he hears the nonchalance in your voice in your words - god he has to get his head out of the gutter!

“right-right…uhh yeah- i mean i don’t mind” he rambles, struggling to hide the rising pink in his cheek aswell as the rising boner in his pants. it was going to be so so so hard to behave well when you’d be right next to him, your pretty pussy just a couple inches away, how was he supposed to resist himself

“thanks jay’ make sure not to kick” you giggle before pressing a light kiss to the side of his cheek, continuing to walk off towards the bathroom. he couldn’t describe the feeling in his stomach as he watched you, excitement? guilt? shame? whatever it was, it had to be pushed down until the late night dawned upon the both of you - when he’ll find out how bad he can really be

the sight of you softly snoring in his bed, arms tucked beneath your head as you curled away from the wall, would have been cute if it wasn’t for the raging boner that poked through his boxers. you’d hit the sack quite early leaving jj and his twisted mind alone, jerking off in the shower of all the lewd fantasies stored in his head.

he wouldn’t. he couldn’t. that’s what the blonde repeated in his head as he rest beside you, keeping some distance between the two of you, trying to close his eyes and sleep - hoping his mind could clear before the morning. his large figure slowly relaxed, slowly drifting to sleep. and that’s when he felt it your leg carelessly shifting underneath the covers, grazing against his dick, making it jump.

he was convinced. you were doing it on purpose, you had to be. but when he saw your limp body, pressed against the bed, dead to the world around you, he couldn’t help but groan. what if you were truly so naive that all your actions were done out of pure thoughtlessness, he’d be disgusting- you’d probably never want to speak to him again

but it was getting impossibly hard to ignore your foot dancing around his already hard cock leading a soft groan from him. the call of your name from him falls on deaf ears as you continue to sleep, not aware of the turmoil you’re causing him. ‘god m’going to hell” he whispers to himself as he shifts closer, forehead hovering over yours

he wished he could blame it on something like he’d drunk to much or that he was high out of his mind, but he wasn’t - the only drug that consumed him was the presence of you, clouding his every thought and action. the long strand of blonde that kissed his forehead now grazed against yours as his fingers traced down the length of your body, dipping between your legs, rubbing against your clothed mound.

the heat between your legs was enough to warm him on the unseasonably cold night, thumb stroking against your clit causing you to shift. he panicked for a second, taking your stirring as a sign of you waking up but he was wrong. you were moving because you liked it - he watched as your mouth parted softly, a soft whimper filling the air as you continued to squirm beneath him

it didn’t take long before he slipped your panties off, throwing them to some corner of the room - careful not to wake you. he watched as you writhed at the feel of the cool air breezing against your bare pussy, fingers having a mind of their own as they pushed into you. god you were so tight, he could feel the ache in his pants as he continued to thrust his finger into you. he couldn’t help but watch your eyebrows raise, mouth opening to let out an inaudible moan “m’sorry so so sorry” he heaved out, before adding another finger, watching you hiss at the intrusion.

you were making a mess on his hand and between your legs with each thrust of his and all he could think was how good you were taking it, wondering what noises you’d be making if you were awake - would you grab at his wrist and make him slow down if he went too fast? would you reach down and rub your aching clit?would you whine at him to stop?

he felt a sudden urge, he wanted to kiss you. he wanted to feel your lips against his as he curled his fingers that were wedged deep inside you. he moved even closer, dipping his head down, pressing a sloppy kiss against your lips as he thrust his fingers harshly in you making you all putty in his arms

it was rough the way he pulled out, fingers resting against your thighs but he was desperate, his cock had been painfully poking against the fabric of his shorts waiting for some sort of stimulation. it was bad, it was so so bad but what was worse was that he stopped caring,it was a need to feel your gummy walls sucking you in, to watch your face contort into a mixture of pain and pleasure as he slams into you

you’d understand right? i mean you had to with the way you’d tortured him for so long, how you’d walk around wearing next to nothing or how you’d rub up against him. he remembers wanting nothing more than to bend you over the nearest surface and dick you down like the good little whore you were but how could he, you weren’t a whore - far from it actually, you were his sweet little angel that he wanted to corrupt, the little lamb that the big bad wolf wanted to bite into

he spent every minute trying to savour this moment, slowly pulling of his boxers throwing them next to your panties - making a mental note to take them later. he wished he could’ve been gentle and soft and sweet but he didn’t have it in him that night, he wanted you to feel the ache he’s been feeling.

the whine that left your mouth was loud as the blonde slammed into you, stilling with his movement - soaking in the feel of your velvety walls wrapped around him that left him wanting to paint your insides with his cum.shocked at your still state, deep sleeper he thought- who knows maybe he can have more fun

for a minute he stayed stilled feeling every pulse or clench of your little pussy, he was disgusting! but he didn’t care, what he cared about was how your face would look like when you cum? how you’d look like when you wake and see the pool of white between your legs? that was enough for him to begin drilling his cock into you, the once silent room being filled with his low groans and the sound of skin slapping

“so good f’me… huh?” he breathed out “wanna cum so-fuck so-deep inside you….fill you with all my babies” his pace didn’t falter as you’d tossed against him, body shocked by the harsh and sudden intrusion. his right hand travelled down from the side of your hips to your bright red clit, pinching it softly causing your brows to furrow

“sorry baby…. just needed to do that” he laughed out, head falling down to the dip in your neck, breathing against the skin “fuck-” the blonde could feel his high coming close, he fastens his face getting ready to empty himself inside of you “fuck fuck fuck m’coming” the blonde curses, eyes screwed tightly as he spurts out a fat load inside you, moaning with every slight movement. he watched as you spasmed around him, your own high being provoked by his - he couldn’t miss the way your back slightly arched, he’d bet you were in heaven right now - well atleast he was

following a few sloppy thrusts, he flops against your sleeping body, looking up to see your face, god you looked so innocent! you hadn’t even known the way he’d violated you yet and something in him ached for you to find out, for you to wake up to the feel of his morning wood, throbbing inside of you and feel the sticky pool of cum that formed beneath you. and he couldn’t help but thrust deeper inside of you, chin resting against your head - slowly feeling his eyes close, he’ll deal with the aftermath in the morning but for now he wanted to sleep wedged inside you, sweaty bodies pressed together

[lambandthewolf]

free use is fun to think about when i'm horny out of my mind, but the reality is: i love subs who have no problem telling me no.

when we just finished having sex an hour ago and i'm already kissing up her neck again, so she puts a hand to my chest and gives me a stern look. mmmm.

when we're both in bed and i start playing with the waistband of her shorts so she gives me one long kiss before turning off her side lamp and going to bed. leaving me hard and wanting...pouting in the dark.

when we're in public and i'm walking with an arm around her. i start skimming the hem of her shirt and lightly lifting it until she grabs my wandering hand and shoves it in my own pocket.

earning my keep makes everything sexier. it keeps the special spark of lovemaking alive.

[sourbirdie]

Put a vibrating dildo inside me and then invite your friends over for movies. See how long I last before I start cumming- soaking through my leggings and they notice.

Lay me on the coffee table so they can fondle my breasts while I cry and moan. They’ll rip my leggings open and take the dildo out, shoving it down my throat so they can all take turns inside me instead.

I’m sobbing and choking while they hold me down and make me cum repeatedly on their cocks. They all tease me for being such a slut because I let this happen to me. You’re recording all of it and know exactly what we’re all going to watch next movie night!

[citylawns]

Men with porn blogs, I would do anything to get a knife and stab you in the stomach right now. all of you. all of you. I'll stab you in your eyes.

[lambmotifz]

dean having cannibalistic thoughts about sam as a metaphor for his repressed desire to fuck him but also his extreme possessiveness over him. cannibalism as a metaphor for ownership. a need to have control. cannibalism as a metaphor for love that is desperate and violent and possessive

[the-jellyfish-graves]

I was thinking about how obscene politeness during a consent check-in can make it sound even dirtier - especially when you're already falling apart for someone.

You're whimpering and whining - aching for more. Every little reaction makes it obvious that you want them to keep going, and they have the nerve to pause for second and hold your gaze, somehow both serious and sensual. It would be so easy to tell you those little noises are so pretty or that you look so fucking desperate, and I love it. It would be just as easy to keep going or to throw out a quick and eager "how's it feel? Do you want more?"

But, now isn't the time for that. Instead, they drop their voice, speaking slow and sweet, "May I, sweetheart?"

Perhaps a thoughtfully placed kiss, gentle and almost innocent, on your bare skin - maybe your inner thigh - will push you to answer quickly in a needy voice. Or perhaps a more gallant gesture - like taking your hand and placing a kiss over your knuckles or on your wrist - will melt you. It's the only touch you receive as they await your response.

Of course. Obviously. You practically crave it now. How could they even ask - let alone in such a courteous manner? It must make you look even more out of control in comparison - all the more at their mercy. And yet, they still asked as if you weren't panting and squirming for them just seconds ago - as if you might actually have said no. You wouldn't think of it. Not when they make you feel this good.

[ast4tarion]

mike / m!reader plsssss

i nned 2 b called pretty boy by mike pls 😭😭

on it boss! o7 i had a lot of fun w this one i usually try and keep the reader gender neutral for inclusivity but this was new and fun to write. I’m very much weak for sensitive men and consent check ins so i slipped both of those things in there <3 Mike was definitely walkin a lil funny after this one

[requests open]

cws; sub!mike, soft dom!reader, m!reader, petnames, light bondage, edging, frottage, dick worship, messy, praise

Mike had no idea how he’d ended up in this position. He wanted to make this special and about you, the two of you had been unable to have sex anytime recently because of schedule conflicts and he knew that you’d been very pent up; that pretty little cock of yours deserved some attention.

He’d tried to get you on your back and to relax, but you had other plans.

Which is why Mike was currently sat in a comfy cushioned chair next to the bed, his hands tied behind his back and his member at the mercy of your hands.

The worst part of the position for him was the fact that your dick was on full display as you sat on the edge of the bed right next to him. All he wanted to do was break free of his restraints and worship it, get you painfully hard and throbbing like he was in your hands.

Speaking of your hands, one was on his thigh and the other was on his cock. It was a loose fist, a feather-light touch that barely stroked him but was enough to get him whining and begging you to give him more.

Your fingertips more then anything slowly travelled up his length, tickling every vein and driving him crazy. With his hands behind his back he couldn’t thrust his hips in fear of loosing your fingers so he was forced to sit still and take what agonizingly slow friction you provided him.

The head was smeared in drippy precum and to say his cock was weeping was an understatement.

It was throbbing, harder and stiffer then he’d ever felt with his cockhead wet and flushed bright red from how badly it wanted to cum. It had been a full half an hour, painfully filled with your fist loosely and slowly dragging up, pumping faster and faster until cock twitched harder and he was moaning louder and louder and then you’d abruptly stop; the orgasm he’d been chasing gone.

He babbled incoherently, begging and doing his best to rut up into your hand.

“B-Baby, please, f-fuck….I need to….hnnng….I need to cum.”

His hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, his entire face flushed red and his eyes hazily focused on you. “Do you now?”

You gave his dick a light squeeze, making him twitch. “How bad?”

He was on the brink of tears, his words coming out with a stutter every time you slowly dragged a single finger up and down.

“Mmmf…I-f-fuck, baby, my pretty boy, please, I n-need your hands, your mouth, your b-body please.”

You thought about it for a moment, rubbing his thighs. “You have been doing so well for me, how about a little reward?”

All he could make were desperate little noises of affirmation, groaning and nodding. You stood up from your place on the edge of the bed and scooted into his lap, your thighs on either side of his.

Your cocks touched which made him jump, he was staring down at your member with desperation and need.

You got comfortable, using his hips as a grabbing point to pull yourself as close as possible to his bare chest. You kept one hand gripping his waist, and one came up between the two of you to align your dicks and you grasped your fist around both of them, barely being able to wrap it around both.

You gave a little experimental thrust, your cock sliding wetly against his lubricated with his own leaked slick. You gave a couple more before Mike mumbled “yellow” your safeword to slow down and check in.

You stopped, cupping his face and looking up at him. “Whats up, love? Are the ropes too tight?”

He looked sheepish, avoiding your eye contact. “I think you should go get a towel, I, um, get things messy sometimes.”

Mike was a heavy cummer and had always been embarrassed about it, jumping to offer to clean up the mess he’d made on you or the bed. You found it incredibly attractive, loving to see just how much you could make his cock spurt from just your mouth or hands.

You caught his eyes, wiping some of his hair away from his forehead. “Good thing for you baby, I love messy.”

With that you squeezed your hand around both your members and started thrusting fast, bouncing in his lap and jerking his dick off with yours. The reaction was sharp and immediate, a loud gasp being ripped from his mouth at the fast pace.

Pleasure pooled in your own gut, thinking of getting to thrust this fast into his needy hole. He began thrusting up with you, rocking the chair you guys were in.

It was wet and slippery and quick, but it finally drove him over the edge.

He threw his head back, gasping with his mouth wide open. His cock twitched violently against yours, before thick white ropes of his seed erupted and shot up into the air. It kept coming, multiple gushes of hot sticky thick cum coating you and him and both your dicks until your lap was painted white.

You didn’t cum, but that was alright. This was mikes reward, and you reveled in the way he closer his eyes and let out a long sigh, all of his own pent up energy finally having seeped out.

You immediately reached behind him and quickly loosened the ropes so his hands were free, coming up and kissing the red marks were they were.

With his hands free he embraced you, pulling you into a tender kiss and finally getting to touch you.

“Oh you did so well baby, lasted so long, I’m so proud of you,” You mumbled to him, your laps a slippery sticky mess. “You ready for a shower?”

He smiled, his eyes slowly focusing back in from the haze of pleasure he was previously in. He looked down at your lap, his cock was softening but you’re was still fully erect and untouched except for the little bit of groping the two of you did earlier.

Mikes large hands travelled down your back, grabbing your ass and pulling you so that your own hard length was flushed against his stomach and your hole was spread. “Actually, how about we do something about that?”

You kissed him once more, it was going to be a long night.

[she-her-cuntboy]

oh my god I neeeeed to be sedated and kidnapped and drugged and feminized and fucked and bred until I'm stupid, I swear--

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

It was only supposed to be a One night stand (part 7)

Tw: dubcon (towards Montgomery), yandere shenanigans, short chapter

Will u guys tip me if i set the Tumblr tipping system up

part 8

It was a long trip. It still is going on.

Montgomery parked his car perfectly within the box, you panned to the side window to see an old, run-down diner. But it's obviously still popular as the parking lot is mostly filled.

Snow coated the ground and on the cars, you're glad that you wore extra layers.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and rushed out of his door. Montgomery ran to the passenger side and opened the door for you, just like usual.

Montgomery offered his hand for you to take, you pretended not to see it as you exit the car yourself. He lets hid hand drop to his side as disappointment flashed across his face.

He opened the door for you, letting you enter before himself. Montgomery asked you where you wanted to sit, you chose the table nearest to you. He rushed over to pull your seat out, Montgomery waited for you to sit on it before gently pushing you towards the table.

You think he has this, almost cartoonish idea of being a gentleman. You appreciate it, but as a city person in this day and age, you're finding it... unusual.

You picked up the menu and scanned through it. Montgomery didn't, he just stared at you dreamily. Even if it's been close to a year, he was still madly in love with you, finding everything you do amazing and arousing.

Or maybe it's the fact that you both fucked like rabbits in the motel last night. Contributing to their dubious stains on the sheets, walls and carpets. The friction was keeping you warm on these winter nights, so you kept going even way past the point of overstimulation for Montgomery. He had tears in his eyes and begged you to stop, but you didn't. He pleaded and pleaded, even weakly trying to push you away until he passed out, then you stopped.

You woke up to him being extra cuddly and affectionate, much to your surprise. You thought he would be at least a little upset that you practically forced yourself onto him last night. He disregarded your apology and said it was the best night of his life and that you were stunning from below.

He tried initiating another session, but you said that you were hungry. Montgomery agrees and decides to pack up for the next stop.

The waitress came by and took your orders. He ordered deep fried chicken on a bed of sugary waffles, smothered in syrup and drenched in a river of butter. At 9 in the morning. You ordered something else, if you wanted some cardiac arresting agents, you could always steal from his plate.

Once the waitress leaves, his attention is promptly brought back to you.

"I love you." He leaned forward and whispered. A wide smile appears on his face.

You waited. Scrolling through your phone endlessly as he observes you, stroking your free hand with his thumb.

"I can't wait for ya' to meet my ma and pa." He spoke, loud enough to pierce through the chatter in the diner, but quiet enough to not draw any attention.

You looked up at him, thinking this will lead to him telling something about himself.

"They'll love ya', sweetheart." He continued.

You told him that you bet he told the same thing to the rest of his exes.

He frowned and stopped caressing your hand.

"I... I ain't got any exes. You're my first everything, remember?"

You find that hard to believe. You said that he isn't bad looking, he's tall and strong, he must have some going after him.

He shook his head.

"Nobody wanted me around. I reckon they thought I was some dumb Hillbilly spreadin' some... ridiculous disease."

You asked who told him that.

"Most of em'." He looked uncomfortable, beginning to clam up and look away from you.

You asked about the people in his hometown. Surely, he must have at least a fling or two, right?

"All the pretty boys snatched them all up. Leavin' none for uglies like me." He touched his face and darted his eyes away from the reflective surface of the window.

You decided to bring the topic about last night up again. Recognizing that you have gone too far and you should have stopped when he said no.

"You did nothin' wrong!" He cut you off mid sentence. "I was happy." Montgomery enveloped your hands with his, setting your phone aside. "You make me happy..."

He brought your knuckles to his lips, kissing it before pressing the back of your palm against his cheek. "No one has ever wanted me like this. You're my first, and my last."

His last? It's definitely too soon to say. Montgomery doesn't think so.

"You're my one and only. I don't want anyone else." He tenderly nibbled on your fingers.

Maybe it's not a good time to break it to him that he's not your first and certainly not your last.

The conversation was interrupted when the waitress arrived to place the dishes down. It was of monstrous proportions and you doubt you can even finish your own plate, seeing how it's swimming in it's own puddle of grease.

He cuts a piece into his stack of waffles and stabbed a gigantic piece of chicken with his fork. Instead of eating it, he placed it on your already full plate.

"It's real good, try it." He smiled. "Lemme know if you want more."

You will definitely tell him, alright.

[tofixtheshadows]

What fucks me up about Milsiril adopting Kabru is that Kabru had no say in the matter. I think it's easy to breeze past this fact seeing as how he had no family and Utaya was basically a fallout zone, so what else could he have done, but still, she just ... took him? Out of his homeland, across the ocean to another continent. We have no idea what he thought about it, or how he felt about Milsiril when they first met. It must have been so disorienting.

[full-blown-idiot]

Salt water laps at boots, steadily higher as the tide draws; and wind wills it. Muddy hues mindlessly scour- not truly looking, but observing, as the storm throws spray. He's all but salt crusted, the dark pigment around his eyes pulling tight as saline dries, eyes a permanent squint. He hadn't bothered to scrub his boots prior to walking down the docks- the evidence of his trials plastered there, on black leather.

Blood, and mud. Debris that swirled into the water, as he haunted the ocean's edge. It was not something he'd grown accustomed to, this aching wanting that he so greedily hoarded- back curled to inner hate.

He didn't know how long he sat, as it began to drizzle and the water licked up his midcalf- as though ravenous to pull him in. Or how long he stayed there, for his legs to hurt, and his back to pinch when it straightened.

He 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 to spy that circling fin; and a mask of falu pulchritudinous familiarity. So akin to his own- and with great blue hues beneath; analytical and unimaginably intelligent. Sharp nails and teeth he'd only spied that one fateful day- sharp enough to dissect with bare movement of the jaw.

He 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 the blood to alert him- whoever he was. Wanted to see yet again, that dusty grey, slice through the water toward him. His heart- and his freakish mind, so attuned to this- being, this beauty, that could tear him to pieces if he wanted. A heavy sigh, had boots scuffling against wood, as he arose; soaked feet and stinging eyes, to make the trudge back, turning from the view. Missing, the trilateral shape that sluiced lazily towards the dock.

And he likely wouldn't ever have known, if it wasn't for the wet thud that sounded; slapping against wood with finality that had him rounding; to be greeted by ghoulish red features, and perhaps the biggest mackerel he'd ever lain eyes upon, artfully skewered through the eye, on an imposing metal tipped spear.

@s0fter-sin <3

[certifiedcharlatan]

Little post about spanking: more of an idea/creative approach.

A feeling of skin shuddering against a warm calloused hand. Fingers drawing back across and leaving lines burning with desire and a building pressure. A hitched breath and a gasp echos out through the void.

“On your stomach” The pet would hear commanded, a edge held against their owners voice, not a word needed after as the feeling of knees against pets thighs. Grinding their thighs into the bed as the sound of a blade being drawn echos- it’s sheath cluttering as a cold flat steel slowly snakes across skin, guiding the blades path slowly. It’s blade crosses the thighs, cheeks, hips and lower back.

There are no cuts, there are no scratches yet as this blade caressed by an invisible and unseen hand allows the flat to flip on its edge mid stroke, one large scratch draws down the pets hip, and snakes back across their cheeks. Soon the pet would feel like a blockbuster DVD, scratched beyond all reason.

N The flat of the blade aims and strikes- loud claps could be heard as it’s cold steel strikes against relaxed flesh, leaving lines and reddened flesh- skin pulls tight and the pet reacts with instinct, a bucking of hips, biting of the lip and the cries for more. The owner gives some mercy and forewarns with ‘with multiples of 12, you’ll have this.’ with what would start with 6 spanks on each cheek would snowball and grow, 12 becomes 24 becomes 36 becomes 48 becomes 60 becomes 72 becomes 84. The pet is warm to the touch, sweat hangs from their skin and a shudder escapes from the touch alone. The owner feels proud, praises finally come from him, a satisfied smile as he leaves his pet wishing and clawing for more.

[transmascutena]

reading bad analysis of ep 33 is like. why is everybody suddenly an expert on reading sexual body language when it's convenient to rape apologism. can you all shut up. i mean, there's absolutely value in looking at utena's feelings about the whole thing seperately from like. the morality of it. because it's true that she doesn't realize she was raped. but that doesn't mean that you as the viewer with perspective enough to KNOW BETTER should also think that. fuck off

[kaedthoughts]

god i'm so sick of this crap- if we're in a designated, communicated and pretty fucking committed situation? Don't just use me ESPECIALLY as your dom to get your rocks off and then fuck off the minute that's not my trajectory anymore or I express the need and desire to be submissive. I'm a fucking person outside of kink and need care and that includes aftercare and adequate consideration as to how I might feel every once in a while especially after being heavily coaxed into being a harder dom than i think i can handle and continuing to press those limits. I make such an undying vested effort for everyone i play with to make sure their needs are handled and that is not just the dom's responsibility. My communication is so severely and painstakingly picked through when going through negotiations and consent conversations because this keeps happening and I wish on both dom and sub sides that people could just be more up front with what they are genuinely capable of handling and delegating. For everyone- These are real people you're talking to. With real feelings, very real boundaries, and often times very real genuine aftercare needs in order to not feel fractured or hurt by play. Don't play if you don't have time to pick up the pieces of the very real person on the other side of the screen that you've been GIFTED the opportunity to break. Domming is a responsibility especially in 24/7 dynamics and if you can't follow through with your agreed terms then DO NOT DOM. Subs, doms are not here just to be used. And you also have a responsibility to be open with your play partners about your needs and finally- IF SOMEONE IS NOT RESPECTING YOUR BOUNDARIES, LEAVE. You don't owe anyone SHIT and if it's been time and time and time again of restating and introducing boundaries, they're not going to get it and ultimately might not have the general capacity to care for you in a way that will keep kink a safe place. This is very scattered but I can only scream so loud for people to PLEASE have consideration for their fucking partners and friends and the strangers that are KIND ENOUGH to pay attention to what you have to say.

[nobodymitskigabriel]

If Asmodeus was supposedly "connected" to Gabriel through his grace and was able to feel him, then couldn't this go the other way around? Just imagine Gabriel having a breakdown because he can feel Asmodeus pushing, and his own grace inside of him feels like an invasive force. Imagine if the grace somehow opened up a line of communication between them and Sam and Cas only got half of their exchange--which would basically boil down to Gabriel saying "no no no no" over and over again.

And then Gabriel finally regaining his resolve with the realization that Asmodeus isn't inside him. He's inside Asmodeus. Gabriel not even lifting a finger to kill him, but turning away and walked leisurely down the stairs while burning Asmodeus alive with his grace that was already inside him.