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#consent is important
aspiringobject · 1 day
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I don't think you people understand the amount of men in my asks and dms who are absolutely vile and don't understand consent or even acknowledge it.
Sure, I love to be an object for someone during kinkplay - but I am still human. I am a human being.
It's disgusting to see people defend or say NOTHING to these people who are extremely misogynistic and actually hate and abuse women.
Don't fucking let that shit slide. If you're a man, I expect you to call other men out on their bullshit. Don't be a fucking coward sheep and hide whenever you see someone do that shit.
You are also part of the problem.
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sinsandsweetness · 8 months
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💿 I was thinking maybe Daryl and consensual somnophilia ? If that’s alright?
cw- somnophilia. proceed with caution.
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You’re so fucking close to him. He can’t help the way his body’s reacting. Sharing a sleeping bag as an attempt to keep warm in the crisp autumn evening. It’s working. Oh boy, is it ever working. He’s warm. Hot even. Burning up at the feeling of your ass pressed to his crotch. And not to mention, he’s rock solid. Trying his absolute hardest not to move his hips against you but goddamn, you’re not making it easy. The way you’re pushing back on him in your sleep…
You are asleep. He knows that. You don’t want him. It’s just your body reacting to his. To the closeness. At least that’s what he tells himself.
What he wouldn’t give to pull your pretty little pyjama pants down and fuck you sideways til the sun comes up.
“Mmhm,”
He freezes at the sound of your moan. Was he rocking too hard? Did he wake you up from the throbbing tent in his pants?
But as he listens closely, he can still hear that soft, adorable snore coming from your nose. At the realization, his shoulders relax and he nuzzles his face into your neck.
He knows he’d be way too scared to touch you like this if you were awake. The way he’s breathing in your scent, with his lips brushing your neck. His arm wrapped around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. Against his painfully hard, swollen erection. The one that’s probably leaking through his flannel pyjama pants if he had the courage to turn around and feel. He doesn’t. He doesn’t even want to know if it’s true. The thought alone makes him cringe. God, he feels pathetic. The only time he can show you what you mean to him is when you aren’t even awake to see it. To feel it. Well… you can feel it. But you’re not aware of it. You’re not even conscious.
The hand around your waist trails lower. Reaching the thin band of your sleep pants, Daryl starts to fidget with the flimsy drawstring. Fighting the temptation to slip his hand underneath and rub you over your panties. Show him how much you really mean to him.
He shouldn’t. He knows better. But for some reason it doesn’t stop him from grinding further into your ass. Squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling, doing everything in his power not to moan right in your ear.
His stomach drops when he feels your hand grab his. The one fidgeting with your drawstrings. His mouth gets all dry and he feels like he’s about to throw up. That is, until you press his hand further down, guiding his touch to your cotton covered cunt.
He’s frozen. Confused. Heart racing so hard he can feel it against the pillow. He can hear his blood pumping through his damn arteries.
You moved. He knows you’re still asleep. He’d put money on it. But you fucking moved his hand in your sleep and now, he doesn’t even know what to do with himself.
His temptations get the best of him and slowly, he starts to rub lazy circles over your clit. Soft, tired mumbles begin to leave your throat. No words, just faint, sleepy sounds. Groans and whimpers. Subconsciously asking for more. Begging for some form of release.
“Fuck,” he breathes out. Continuing to grind into your ass. Slow as his body will let him. He can already feel his orgasm starting to build. Dick throbbing as he uses your cheeks. Chasing the sweet friction of your warmth against his cock.
He can’t help himself. He doesn’t even want to. It’s a miracle you haven’t woken up yet, and it’s giving him this rush of adrenaline that has him wondering what else he can get away with. What else you can manage to sleep through.
That’s when he slips his hands under your waist band. Under your panties too. The pad of his middle finger immediately going to glide up through your drooling slit. Already soaking with arousal.
Shit.
Your warm cunt practically invites him in. He starts pumping to the same rhythm as his thrusts against your ass. You let out a moan at the feeling of his thick digits hitting your sweet spot.
Fuck. He buries himself into your neck as he fingers you. He doesn’t even want to see if he woke you up. You’re not stopping him. So you mustn’t have an issue, on the off chance that you are awake.
You’re still gripping the arm that’s wrapped around you, muscles flexing against your touch as his fingers work their borderline magic below the covers. You feel yourself drifting in and out of that drowsy state between awake and asleep. Feeling the warmth encompass you as your orgasm starts to flow through you. A wave of dreamlike pleasure erupting from your core as the man’s hips from behind you start to stutter. Cumming right there in his pyjama pants. His movements slow to a halt as he’s forced to come to terms with what he’s done. His eyes are still closed. Too scared to look up and see your pretty ones looking back at him. So with his blue eyes closed, he gently removes his hands from your panties, still dripping with your creamy substances.
It’s hitting him. The fact that he just made you come. And he’s starting to feel guilty, the feeling quickly forcing him to come down from his high. Stomach beginning to churn as his heart rate speeds up once again.
Just turn around and go to sleep.
He listens to the voice in his head. Trying his best to turn over without making a sound. Without bothering your limp body laying next to him.
He lifts his fingers to his mouth and he’s convinced he could come again from the taste of you.
Within a few minutes, he starts to doze off, facing the dark, mesh siding of the tent. He feels you rustle beside him in the sleeping bag. Flipping around and snaking an arm around his own waist. Quickly settling your body against his back. Cuddling up like his puzzle piece and tucking your chin on his shoulder.
You press a sweet kiss right below his ear and mumble a quiet, “g’night, D.”, into his skin.
And to avoid the humiliation that rapidly shoots up his core and burns like a fire across his whole face, he decides that it’s probably his turn to pretend to be asleep.
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mehriigss · 5 days
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osarquivosmagnus · 9 months
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Roier and forever have been talking about quackity's ass for about give minutes straight now btw. If y'all even care.
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👏 CONSENT 👏
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tanuki-voice · 1 year
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Hey everyone, quick aside, it's important to remember that feedism is a consent based activity. Between all partners. As much as this community loves the idea of pushing all the limits, it's important to know when enough is enough, and engage eachother respectfully. Respect what people have in mind; for example, not everyone wants to become immobile, or even gain weight sometimes. Likewise, a feeder isn't required to leave their comfort zone if they don't want to. Whatever the other parties involved want, it's your responsibility to respect that, as much as it is theirs to respect what you want. It is entirely based upon consent.
Also, please please please, unsolicited horny dms trying to jump straight into it are a big no no.
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aspiringobject · 5 days
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For a man to call himself a dom, you have to actually respect women.
For anyone to call themselves a dom, you have to have some fucking respect for your sub.
You are not a dom if you don't respect your sub. You're a fucking abuser and should be put on a list and castrated.
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thesouthernincubus · 9 months
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Nah we humiliate consent violators in this lifestyle. Stay the fuck out of people's DMs with this nonsense if you don't know how to be a normal person.
@mistressrosecroll
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This image brings me so much anger
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Like the angle and everything, they knew what they were doing. Plus the fact that Ray was insistent on fixing his hair after Henry blatantly said "I do not consent" always rubbed me the wrong way.
This is not the only time they've done something like this. This also happened in the body switching episode between Frankini and Captain Man.
Frankini literally said, "I don't want you in my body"
And Ray was basically like, "I don't care" and entered his body anyway.
Like what example is this setting to kids that watch the show? Why are they showing that consent doesn't matter?
PSA; I mean no disrespect to the characters/actors, I blame the writers and producers of the show entirely.
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blood-orange-juice · 8 months
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We asked UwUlette to knock Childe again.
Childe wakes up purified.
Childe:
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(I think it's only appropriate to use Emiya as Childe reaction pic)
Now that's just bullying.
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tteokdoroki · 1 year
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you 🫵🏾 need to stop assuming ppl are in a relationship with you because they’re nice to you
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respectthepetty · 2 years
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In defense of Togawa
Clarification - Togawa did not go back in the house to kiss Nozue. He went back in the house to get a key. He realized as he was leaving that he would have to leave the house unlocked, so he went back in to grab the spare and lock the front door as he was exiting.
He saw Nozue's phone out, so he went to put it up and then this happened
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Although it's bad to kiss non-consenting (aka sleeping) folks, in the source material (and this is where the defense comes in), it's clear that Togawa is very physically attracted to Nozue (*thumbs in mouth, just thinks of the person he likes to...-> tons of pictures of Nozue*), which is why he doesn't spend the night. Even on the futon, Togawa would be tempted, so he declines the offer and goes home.
This kiss is a moment of weakness when his restraint is lowered (which we see later explode then implode at the end of episode four), and he realizes that the next day when Nozue gets upset about how openly Togawa returns the key.
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In the source material, it's implied Nozue wasn't actually asleep during the kiss, but the show seems to keep Nozue asleep as another layer to why Togawa regrets his actions. Togawa establishes in episode four that he is awake, sober, and alert when he kisses Nozue, but he didn't offer the same opportunity to Nozue. This is why they don't kiss in the final moments. Togawa respects Nozue's boundaries rather than violating them because of his attraction, which has caused his internal friction in the past (read: he isn't upset that he is attracted to Nozue, but how he has displayed that attraction, which he even stated in episode four). He doesn't push more than what Nozue's comfortable with.
Togawa was always the public initiator, so in the final episode, we see Nozue being the one to ask Togawa to lunch, to run after him, and to express his attraction.
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And in the final moments, Nozue is the one to initiate the intimacy of food sharing with his small gesture of leaning in, lifting his chin, and slightly pointing his knife.
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Where Togawa is direct and lusty, Nozue is subtle and restrained, but in the end, the roles delicately merge.
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calculust-prime · 3 months
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No means no. Unless we properly discussed an alternate safe word.
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