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sex that's bad for your mental health would be so awesome if it wasn't bad for your mental health
pressing the bars of my muzzle into your throat so hard you wonder if my teeth wouldn’t hurt less
you can feel my hot breath on your neck as your own breath is cut off by the pressure. you can try, but you can't make me into something that won't hurt you
not enough out there about noncon oral with the person giving head as the perpetrator. in my totally unbiased opinion.
tying their hands to the headboard and firmly holding their legs out of your way so you can give them your mouth's undivided unwanted attention
doubling down when they start to shake and cry out "stop, no, not like this!" yes! you'll cum exactly like this! over and over and over on my tongue and there's nothing you can do but take it!
its imperative you sexualise that mentor/protégé relationship
What's wrong? I thought you liked it when I rewrote your memories to be more favorable towards me. Or at least, that's what you always used to tell me, don't you remember?
misguided guardian angel who is going to make you feel good, no matter how much you scream at it about consent
Can we get a reluctant “… Fine, as long as you don’t make things weird” for dubcon
twirling my hair. wowww you have no idea how you're perceived and whenever anyone tells you anything about yourself you cling to it desperately for months? haha wanna come over to me without anyone accompanying you and listen to me tell you what you are until you believe it. adjusts my skirt and taps my fingers uncomfortably close to you. i just think it would be fun and like you'd enjoy it a lot.
woah y'all really liked this one. hm.
Usually when a post like this blows up, I wonder if it's not clear enough that it's a rape fantasy.
I mean, you know that's what's happening here, right? I do not have your best interests at heart.
I think there's a belief that if someone tells you something about yourself, if it sounds right and they sound genuine then it must be right in a meaningful sense. Or further, an idea that I, tumblr user ace-trainer-alice, being evidently experienced in the act of observation, must be good at it.
The truth is that most of us who are 'good at observing' are just confident. I like to think I'm good at it, but I know if I confidently tell someone something about themselves and string it together with tangible evidence, they'll believe it regardless of the actual truth value. The qualia gap means that all observation is flawed and limited. An important thing that makes it work is the fact that I believe it enough that you're likely to.
And, more than that, your inexperience being perceived makes you even more vulnerable to this. Do you even know how easy it'd be for someone to give you a single drop of ichor just to let you crystallize a personality around it that all links back to them? Your naivete makes you groomable. Your past experience being a victim has only made you better and better at it. You're practically gift-wrapped.
The point of this is that I find that hot. Your vulnerability is attractive to me. The idea that you all are so desperate for something that I can provide turns me on. And it's certainly not because I want to take care of you.
But, let's be honest, at least among my followers, I think most of you know and get that. You know it's a rape fantasy, and you still want it anyway. Love you~!
Really fun idea. So, a really intense TPE dom/sub couple, right. And they find a switch who's a little new to this stuff, and the domme says "do you want to try things our on my pet?" And the switch is hesitant but eventually agrees, and then they try a bunch of things, and the sub keeps goading them on to do more and more, even things that seem painful or violating. And then as soon as they're done the domme comes in and recreates everything they did to the sub on them while the sub watches. and masturbates. obviously.
the point of the scp foundation is like. furnishing space in your imagination for an extremely esoteric labcoat wearing fascist with her hair tied up neatly and a clipboard under her arm, who has extrajudicially abucted you and looks incredibly bored until she gets to turn the cameras off and put her cigarette out on you for not complying. maybe a couple strands of her hair come loose at this point. corner of her lip twitching almost imperceptibly up when you whine that this cant be legal.
and you call her "fucking jailer scum" and she says "yes the hand have such lovely names for progress dont they?" before she sweeps the chair leg and you fall, your head bouncing sickeningly off the floor, the white room spinning, the strip lights burning a blistering hole into your field of vision. you close your eyes thinking youre gonna bring up that awful slush they feed you, at once thin and mealy and the colour of cum. and only then do you realise the weight of her foot in your crotch. that youre half hard already, looking up blearily to see her quirk an eyebrow. (no smile this time.) she says "i see." scribbles something on the clipboard, "we'll continue this another time 2843." smooths her hair back. straightens her collar, makes to leave. while you ponder the similarities between a crush and a concussion you hear her tell the guard on the door "it got aggressive with me." her shoes clacking gently away down a hall youve never seen. a baton being unholstered.
There's a fairly deep eroticism to be found in "if [it] wanted to leave [it] would leave". Social control mechanisms, ignoring obvious physical barriers, the forceful implication of consent. I of course especially just like the social control of it. Sitting it in my lap and touching it while it makes noises singing of discomfort and insisting that it could get up and leave if it wanted to. Very good.
if you don’t say things that make my tummy turn with conflicted horny dread when we sext I don’t want it
Epic trade offer! You give me one unit of tenderness and intimacy and I give you a violent obsession that increases constantly
if i could hold you for a minute
captor who pretends to be a captive alongside me. they act scared, urging me to go along with orders i don’t realize are prerecorded. we fuck for the cameras, following commands, comforting each other when we’re allowed to rest. it takes weeks, months, maybe even years for them to slip up. and by then, i’m already bonded to them, reliant on them for pleasure and comfort. a little more gaslighting and I’ve always been their perfect little fuck toy, right?
Waking up from a drug induced sleep after a date to find yourself tied to a bedpost. Your first thought would probably be to panic, but why? You aren't bound tightly, just enough to keep you in place under the covers. Like the way an owner ties their dog to a post before stepping into a grocery store, a secure hold that says "You'll be okay, just stay here until I get back." Really think about what you gain from struggling and possibly escaping. Leaving the warm sheets and the dedicated captor for what? Work? Bills? Family stress? It's natural to feel a twinge of guilt for the thought of staying and forgetting everything else, but it's better if you just relax and settle back into your new bed.
yeah you're right enthusiastic consent is sooo sexy. one of the hottest things ever is getting someone to loudly and enthusiastically insist that they consent over and over, especially when just ten minutes ago they didn't.