I'm convinced 90% of these Tumblr Daddy, "women are toys/property" blogs don't actually give a shit about healthy kink or relationships. They just want to abuse women under the guise of "kink."
To the submissives in my orbit:
Wanting to be beat, choked, even CNC? That's all FINE. Follow your bliss, do your role play, have your fantasies.
But stay away from these creeps. Do not engage in kink play with people you haven't met. Do not engage in kink play with people who do not respect you as a Person. Do not engage in kink play with people who "don't do aftercare." (Kink without aftercare is Abuse, full stop.)
Real, actual Dominant-types will open with vanilla conversation, be fine with sharing pictures and information about themselves, will meet you in a public, vanilla space before asking for your submission. They will negotiate scenes and dynamics, learn your limits and triggers. And they will engage in your preferred aftercare method.
Learn the red flags of fake Doms. Fake Doms are Abusers, not kinksters. Take care of yourselves, babes.
Friends don’t let friends go hungry. And I don’t mean food cuties. I mean, if you’re with your friends, it should absolutely be the norm for you to flip up your skirt, pull down your pants, get your panties pushed aside, whatever it is, and let your friends get a taste of you~
It’ll give your friends a delicious treat and they get to watch you squirm and moan after all~
71 and 58 with Atsumu pleaseeese. I just love this man and I would appreciate it if you wrote something with him. Youre so talented!💕 — anon
sidenote: anon, i hope u know that u have a very special place in my heart for being the first ask ive ever received. i hope u are well & having a gr8 day ;U;
Breakups are a messy business. A lot of crying, begging, screaming (if it’s that type of a breakup). Whatever it is, breakups generally inspire intense— so-intense-it-could-get-you-kicked-out-if-you’re-in-a-public-place, high-strung, and the most unpleasant kind of emotions.
It’s understandable, considering you’re losing the person you love.
hello roco!! i was wondering how would yan!inarizaki react to their darling who often goes non verbal, you can decide if its as a team or seperate!! also!! i really reallly really like your works very much <33
It’s easy to imagine a darling for this team withdrawing into themselves, becoming despondent the longer they’re overwhelmed by all the attention forced onto them. Between the twins always fighting, Suna silently hovering over you, Kita coddling you, you’re quick to realize it doesn’t matter what you say, what you do. This is your life now and there’s no escape.
You’re at least grateful that you rarely have to deal with all of them together anymore now that everyone has gone their separate paths after graduating from Inarizaki and being isolated on a remote farm with Kita is better than countless other options that had been discussed. But dread fills you as the holidays approach, knowing your home is going to be filled with too many familiar faces and bodies looking to reorient themselves with their favorite pet.
Fortunately Osamu is the first to arrive and you easily let him pull you into his lap, relaxing into his hold as he tenderly embraces you, hands caressing you as he catches up with Kita, neither caring too much about your silence. Both are men of few words themselves and as long as you behave, letting them hold you and love you as they please, they don’t push you to speak or reciprocate. If you imagine enough, you can almost pretend that this is what you want, that you chose to be with these two men. And you let yourself dream, moaning and submitting to them as they share you in bed, snuggling against the warmth of their bodies when you wake up tangled between them.
But when Suna and Atsumu finally escape from their tight schedules and join all of you, the facade shatters and you tremble as both men smirk at you, Atsumu far too loud and overbearing right from the start and Suna not much better despite his silence, his piercing eyes enough to strike fear deep inside of you. They are not nearly as accommodating towards your passiveness as Kita and Osamu. Atsumu has always been so demanding, selfish, relentlessly exploiting every bit of you until nothing but an empty shell was left. And none of this has changed.
You flinch when you’re instantly pulled into a crushing embrace, the only thing you can feel and smell is Atsumu Atsumu Atsumu. His hold is too tight, his hands invasive as they immediately grope and squeeze every part of you he can reach. And then you taste him as he crashes his lips against yours painfully, his teeth sharply nipping at your lip until you're forced to let his tongue swirl past your opening.
“Come on, Atsumu. Don’t hog her all to yourself.”
Suna has always been on the quieter side, but when he does choose to speak up, you know it never bodes well for you. You know better than anyone that behind that disinterested facade lies the most sadistic and cruel member of the ex-Inarizaki team. Even Kita knows better than to step in too much, careful eyes watching just enough to assess that you’ll at least live through whatever they have in store for you. And with a wave of his hand he seals your fate.
“At least have the decency to put down your stuff and take this to a separate room. We’ll join later. Don’t do too much damage please.”
You always forget how cruel the two of them can be, hot tears pricking at your eyes when they ravage you, demeaning words spewed at you left and right as their cocks stuff every one of your holes.
“You’re so fucking quiet all the time. It pisses me off. If I wanted to fuck a doll, I would. Come on. Tell me how good I’m making you feel, how much you missed my cock, how much you love me.”
Even if you wanted to, you’re unsure if you could even say any real words around your forced squeals and moans, pain and pleasure wracking your body until all you can do is take and take and take, eyes rolling back in your head, drool trickling from your open mouth.
“Don’t be so mean, Atsumu. It’s not her fault that we’ve literally fucked her senseless. I don’t think there’s anything behind those pretty eyes. Isn’t that right, babe? You’re just our stupid slut who can’t get enough of any of our cocks. A whore who needed four men to satisfy her because one isn’t enough.”
You want to speak up, to scream at them for even jokingly insinuating that any of this is your fault as if they hadn’t forced this life upon you. But you...can’t. Words stuck in your throat under the hungry predatory gazes of both men peering down at you. All you can do is silently accept your fate, body going limp and pliant as they manhandle you into position after position.
Domestic control/free use, for me, is honestly not just about bending a sub over to fuck them at any time I want to get off.
It’s walking up behind a sub while they do dishes just to grab them by the throat and hold them still for a moment while I murmur my plans for later before walking away like nothing happened.
It’s approaching them and tapping their cheek to hold still while I remove their clothes and pulling one of my shirts onto them and walking away because my clothes and a collar is all they need.
It’s not even feeling like I need to get off, but still going to push them to their knees and tell them to hump my boot for a few minutes while I scroll through my phone before motioning them away.
It doesn’t have to be about a sub being used, just controlled.
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