#con noncon

[sashascoffin]

Need someone to touch me until i cant think. Need him to force himself onto me as i squirm and whimper. I want someone to make me so desperate that i just cant control myself and im desperately trying to find friction, only to be stopped and pinned down as i get edged over and over

[b4rklikeag0d]

been getting real into somno lately

having him put me into bed nicely, kissing me on the forehead, and pressing my favourite stuffed animal into my arms. i drift asleep easily (thanks to the sleep medication he makes sure i never forget) and he returns soon afterwards, pulling back the blankets gently and positioning me the way he wants.

i'd wake up after a while, making little "ah ah ah" sounds as he uses my body roughly — unable to think straight enough for actual words to form. he tells me how i'm such a good puppy for him, how proud he is of me for for taking it so nicely, and how much he'll spoil me tomorrow.

[equinepaws]

Thinking about getting strapped to a breeding bench… The old sleeve broke but the studs need some way to relieve themselves. I’m too weak to do proper farm work so i need to earn my keep somehow, don’t I?

[lavendershoneyy]

Tumblr deleted me so we’re remaking<3

Other blogs: @lavenderandlilacss - main and kinda my diary!!

@lavendershazey - my hypno NSFW blog

For all of them please be 18+ but also if you’re over 35 be respectful. My age gap kink does not exist and I block freely<3

Hiiiii I’m Lav, and welcome to my blog this is a gross dark place where I post about being a freak and get off to gross things so if that’s not your thing this prob is not the best place for you. I’m pan with a SLIGHT leaning masc preference but truly attitude and personality mean the most to me. I’m a nerd and occasionally post corny shit be prepared okey💫

Gonna add a kinks list but for the most part things that are degrading and take away my power usually turn me on (pretty much always a baby sub unless someone is controlling me while i control someone else) 🌑

Things I like and will post about: BDSM, praise/ degradation, CNC, breath play, impact play, orgasm control, masks, knife play/gun play, breath play/choking, d/ s, primal play, objectification, exhibitionism, humiliation, somno, intox, sadomasochism, TPE, edging and denial, hypnosis, group/freeuse, bratting to total obedience, kidnapping

Things I’m okay with but not my kink: omo, ddlg, foot worship, fauxcest, dumbification, gore

Things I don’t fw: me being dominant, scat, zoo, incest, pedos. Permanent damage, extreme body modification, blackmail, snuff,

I’ll add more to this in time⭐️🪻

Tags for my stuff and vibes below <3

[monsterfuckerpillowprincess]

Tags: Orc x reader, Orc x human, fem reader, consensual non-consent, vaginal sex, anal sex, being tied up, semi-rough sex, aftercare.

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You and your orc boyfriend have been playing around with consensual non-consent.

On this particular day, you are standing at the sink, casually washing dishes in a crop top and panties when he pretends to break into the house through the back door. He comes up behind you and holds a knife to your throat. It’s one of his old knives that he’s filed to a dull edge so there is no chance of actually hurting you. The effect is still the same, though; the cold steel pressing into your neck sends a thrill down your spine.

He orders you into the bedroom, where he throws you face down onto the bed. You plead with him not to hurt you, and he leans over you, his huge body looming over comparatively small one. “I’ve been watching you all day,” he growls into your ear, “prancing around the house in these slutty panties with the windows open. You wanted this to happen, didn’t you?” You can feel his huge cock, already getting hard, pressing into you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tell him. “My AC is busted and it’s hot outside. Please, my holes are so tiny, I don’t think you’ll fit.”

“I’ll make it fit.”

He binds your hands behind your back and then ties them to your ankles so that your legs are spread wide apart, leaving you exposed and completely at his mercy. He growls low in his throat and swipes his thumb across the damp spot on your panties.

“Look at how wet you are. You know you want this.”

He then rips the delicate lace from your body and tosses it aside. Over your shoulder, you catch a glimpse of him pulling out his thick cock before he plunges it inside you. You cry out helplessly as he fucks you fast and hard, absolutely hammering you into the mattress. You pretend to struggle against your bindings, but his strong hands hold you in place.

“You’re not going anywhere until I’m through with you.”

Pleasure sizzles along every nerve in your body, intensifying with every passing moment, but without being able to touch your clit, you hover right on the brink of orgasm for a torturous length of time. Your dripping pussy completely soaks the sheets. Every thrust he drives into you makes your toes curl. The bindings aren’t tight enough to cause you pain, but are just tight enough to remind you how helpless you are, spread apart and split open on his cock.

Soon, his thrusts slow to a halt and you look back in mock confusion. He circles his thumb around the edge of your hole, stretched so hard around him, gathering up some of your slick and then bringing it up to the tight pucker of your asshole.

“No, please, not there, it’ll hurt.”

“Shut up. You’ve got two such lovely holes. How can I not get a taste of both?”

A whimper tears its way from your throat as he pushes his thumb inside you. The thick digit in your ass and his cock in your pussy is almost more than you can stand, but the stretch is so delicious, you can’t help but squirm. He only fingers you for a short while with the one finger before pulling both it and his cock out. A moment later, the bulbous head appears at your tight little hole and begins pressing inside, slowly but steadily, aided only by your own slick. He normally stretches you out more before he fucks your ass, so the stretch is more intense than you’re used to. You have no choice but to lay there and take it. You pant and whimper desperately as he fills you up.

“That’s it, be a good girl and take it,” he says firmly, holding you down with one hand between your shoulder blades. “You like that, don’t you?” he says, grinding his cock deep into you. "You like getting fucked by such a big cock."

"No, stop – please, it hurts!" You follow your well-rehearsed script, knowing that he will only stop if you utter your safe word.

“Such a good little slut taking my cock up your ass like this.”

You put on a good show for him, squirming against your bindings and crying out helplessly while your poor little hole gets pounded into next week. You’re so close, you can almost taste it, if only you could touch yourself.

“I might stick around for a while after I’m done with you,” he says as casually as if he were discussing the weather. “Leave you tied up like this while I go make myself a sandwich and then come back and use you whenever I want. How would you like that?”

The mere idea sends the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced ripping through your body. You tremble and cry, muffling your screams in the mattress so the neighbors won’t hear. A few more sharp thrusts and he comes, too, filling you up with so much come that it immediately starts to leak out of your gaping hole when he pulls out.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He wipes himself off on your panties and then tosses them onto the bed next to your face. “Don’t go anywhere,” he says before leaving the room.

Over the next couple of hours, both of your tiny holes take a pounding. Both of them get stretched out by his massive cock, and both of them get pumped full of more come than your body can possibly hold. For hours, you act as his toy, his play thing. Orcs don’t have a long refractory period, either, so every fifteen minutes or so, he comes back to the bedroom to fuck one of your holes. You never know which one he’s going to use until he plunges his cock into it.

In between rounds, you hear him doing various things around the house: making himself a sandwich, watching something on TV. You snort into the mattress when you hear him mowing the lawn. You can just picture him out there, pushing the mower in just his shorts, waving casually to the neighbors. If only they knew what the two of you were up to.

It ends up being one of the best sessions you two have ever had, but eventually, your joints start to protest being tied up. When he comes back for another round, you tap out and utter your safe word.

He promptly unties your hands and ankles, and the soreness really starts to set in as your body goes slack. You always feel weak and vulnerable after the two of you play like this and you’re usually too tired to talk much, but he asks lots of gentle questions, most of them yes-or-no, as he takes care of you to make sure you’re okay and feel safe.

He carries you to the bath, where he carefully cleans the sweat, slick, and come off your body, all the while whispering how well you did. What a good girl you are. How proud he is of you. You hum contently as he massages your aching joints with his beefy hands.

When you’re all clean, he wraps you in a big, fluffy towel and carries you to the living room. He sits you on his lap and peels the plastic wrap off of a plate of dainty little finger sandwiches and feeds them to you one by one. When you’ve had your fill, he sets the plate aside and leans back on the couch with your head pillowed on his broad chest while he rubs tour back.

The sex is fantastic, but the aftercare is always your favorite part.

[xoldierxide]

(flirting) you're so vulnerable and isolated. i bet nobody would notice if you went missing.

[lacontroller1991]

Hunter (Demetri x F!Reader)

Main Master List || Twilight Master List

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, con non-con (safeword is implied), sex, p in v, hunting/prey dynamics, use of force, injuries, roleplay, human reader, blood ingestion

Your feet slam against the damp cobblestone as you run forward. The sun has finally set in the Tuscan sky and most of Volterra’s inhabitants have gone home for the night, leaving the streets relatively bare, but you don’t stop to pay attention to what people are doing. Not when you are running for your life.

Turn left, turn left, turn right. The route is mapped in your mind as your legs surge you forward, carrying you further and further away from the castle. The minute they realize that you have left their hold, they will send him. And he’s terrifying.

Your lungs struggle for air, heart beating wildly against your ribcage and your face is flush. Skidding to a halt, you take a second to catch your breath as people stare at you in question, some ignoring you, some wanting to reach forward and ask if you’re okay. What would you even say to them? No, I am being hunted by vampires? That would be a sure fire way of getting you killed if you’re not dead once he catches you.

“Oh sweet (Y/N), where are you?” His sing-song voice drips with malice as it echoes across the ancient stone, sending a chill down your spine. Shit. He knows you’re gone. You’re as good as dead. Shaking your head, your mind is on autopilot as your legs start again, arms pumping by your side as you try to get away, though you never will. If only you can make it to th-

A force slams against you, knocking you into the wall and hitting your head, warm fluid dripping down your sweat laced skin. “You thought you could get away. How… cute,” his head cocks, leaning forward and inhaling your blood sharply, wanting to reach out and take a taste, but that would ruin his fun. “Run.”

You don’t need to be told twice as you push past him and run into the woods for more coverage and out of human sight. The wound on your head is throbbing but you don’t have the luxury of stopping to tend to it. Branches whip at your skin, leaving a stinging sensation behind in their wake. You know he’s hot on your tail, but you don’t stop. Can’t afford to. The blurring vision causes you to trip over a branch and land on your hands and knees, scratching at the thin skin there and creating fresh wounds.

A cold hand reaches out and grabs them, bringing cold lips to the wounds and lapping at the blood. “You taste delicious tesoro.”

“Please, Demetri, please let me go. I promise I won’t tell a soul.” He clicks his tongue at your claim, wrapping a hand around your throat and lifting you up with ease as you claw against his hand. “Please.”

“You know the rules, the Volturi don’t offer second chances,” without another word, he throws you across a small opening and against a tree, knocking the air out of your lungs. Before you can catch your breath he’s there with a hand in your hair, forcing you to look up at him. “I thought I told you to run.”

“I can’t out run you,” you manage to spit out through broken gasps. Something is definitely punctured and you can see worry flicker through his eyes for a split second, pausing the game. “Just please, let me go.”

He ponders it for a second, eyes pitch black as he moves on top of you, giving you no chance of getting out from under him. “Hmm. No.” Flipping you over, his hands rip your pants off as you sob. “You are mine forever, cara mia. No one else will ever get to touch you again.” One hand grips your hip, drawing it up to press it flush against his hips as the other hand pushes his slacks down, freeing his hard cock. “No one is going to fuck you like I am.”

“No, please, please don’t.” He doesn’t listen to you as he slams into you, causing you to scream. Demetri is quick to set a pace that has his marble hard hips hitting against the soft flesh of your ass as you try to crawl out from under his grasp, but his hands are frozen against your hips. “Help! Someone help!”

One hand reaches forward, wrapping around your mouth and dragging your head up as he leans forward, all of his body covering yours. “No one can hear you out here, tesoro. You’re mine for the taking,” he hisses, ignoring the tears that damp his hand as he presses tender kisses against your shoulder. “Don’t pretend that you don’t want this. I could smell your arousal from miles away. You’re so wet for me.” His teeth graze against your skin as you whimper. The blood from your forehead drips onto his hand and he can’t deny that his throat is burning like an inferno. How he wants to reach out and drain you, soothe his pain, but no, he prefers you alive. Growling in your ear, his hips increase their pace, cock stretching against your warm walls as the tip grazes your cervix, causing your walls to flutter.

“Look at you, you may not want this, but your body does. Your body sings for me,” he whispers against your ear, licking the blood from your wound with a moan. The hand on your hip leaves and moves south, deft fingers finding your clit with ease as he applies a constant pressure and you moan. Curse your body. “I knew it. Run all you want, but your body doesn’t lie.” 

The knot in your stomach begins to tighten as your hips begin to move on their own accord, chasing an orgasm. As you slowly approach your orgasm, a pair of teeth bite into your skin, piercing the flesh and drawing blood causing you to scream against his hand as your orgasm crashes over you.

Smirking against your skin, Demetri laps at the blood and chases his own orgasm, coming with a grunt against your skin as his seed mixes with your release. Coming down from your high, Demetri removes his hand from your mouth and pulls out, pulling his pants up. “Are you ok?” He asks, grabbing some bandages and antiseptic from his coat pocket and tending to your wounds. Sitting up against the tree, you smile lazily as you catch your breath. “You were more rough this time. I think I might need to get my ribs checked out, but past that, I’m fine.” He frowns at your words, lifting up your shirt gently and cringing when he sees a large bruise forming against your side. 

“Merda. I’m so sorry cara mia. I shouldn’t have thrown you against that tree.” You can tell he is beating himself up, but you grab his face with your hands and press a kiss against his lips as he kisses back, much tender than the ones against your skin.

“Demetri, I’ll heal. I have the best caretaker in the world.” With a smile, he helps you up before shrugging off his coat and tying it around your waist. “You do owe me a new pair of pants.”

Picking you up in his arms, he holds you close to his chest as he rushes back to the castle. “I think I can manage that.”

[shouldhavestayedawayfromhere]

Sexually frustrated older brother who needs his little brother to get him off because jerking off doesn't do it for him anymore. Incel older brother who's addicted to porn and can barely cum on his own anymore because he's completely desensitized to anything except his own little brother. Needy older brother who begs to fuck his little brother and doesn't understand what no means because that's not how it works in porn, either. Desperate older brother rutting into his baby brother till he's full of cum, thanking him and babbling 'I love you's till he falls asleep still buried deep inside his baby only for their parents to find them and blame little brother for being a faggot and a slut.