redoing my intro post whoopeeee
disclaimer: my blog contains nsft, profic, and incestuous content. if any of that might make you uncomfortable, please block and move on.
(i just changed my blog name so if you dont recognize me thats why!)
more under the cut
my name is karsa, i go by he/him pronouns only, and i post about dadcon/unclecon/brocon/noncon (thats a lot of cons!) and more, but mostly kink stuff.
my inbox is always open (unless i say otherwise), so feel free to send me stuff! i dont bite.
dms are not open for non mutuals, but if we are mutuals dont hesitate to reach out! (please dont send me sexual stuff though. thanks. you will be blocked.)
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nuzzling and sloppily giving the bulge in your dad's underwear wet kisses, but not actually getting the hard cock out, wanting to see how far you can get before he finally has had a enough and just forces it down your throat while he makes fun of you for having tears running down your face from the rough treatment.
muttering "bet your dick doesn't even work" to your drunken deadbeat dad back from the bar - only for him to throw you over the couch and show you just how well it does as he rapes you senseless
i am having thoughts about uncles.......... your weirdly young uncle whos somehow already been to prison and the whole family shit talks him buuut your parents have to go away somewhere and your uncle is the only one who will take you in for the whole summer. and as much as i like the perverted uncle trope maybe he is just a normal guy but he cant help himself around you. send post
i wish i was someone's dumb naive younger brother who they molest from time to time while i just let it happen but of course god is cruel and unfair and i stay unmolested
i want dad to get me pregnant right neooowww I need him to poke holes in his condoms and decide for me that im gonna get pregnant. maybe he even discards condoms entirely and ignores my protests while holding me down in a mating press đ
thinking about druggie dad who catches me smoking weed and when i get all nervous about him catching me he laughs and nudges me. âi did way more than just weed when i was your age. you shouldnât limit yourself like this, kiddo,â he tells me. he ends up giving me shrooms, and im apprehensive but i take them anyway. heâs there with me when i get high, he doesnât take any which I think is a little odd, but I ignore it. when i start to stumble around he sits me down, and when i try to protest he shushes me and spreads my legs to settle between them. he rubs his hard-on against me while I have no choice but to take it, too high to really tell whatâs going on. he ends up sinking his cock inside of me at one point, groaning and panting into my ear. maybe even praising me, telling me what a good boy I am for taking his cock so well, ignoring the fact I didnât want it in the first place.
every time dad gets wiped drunk on the couch i always try to take advantage of his calm state as he's only then not trying to bruise me. sometimes when i come over his cock is already half hard pocking through his pants as he quietly gasps when he feels my wet hole around him. other days he can't get it up so i just take him inside my warm mouth and listen for his low and soft grunts of approval, nose burried in his manly musk as his big hand tangles in my hair.
Big bro coming into my room when Iâm trying to sleep. The door shuts, softly, like heâs making sure no one else hears. His footsteps drag across the floor, each one heavier than usual. The mattress dips as he sits on the edge and inches closer to me, more heat radiating off of him the closer he gets.
I pretend to be asleep; keeping my eyes shut, trying to breathe evenly and relax my body. Praying heâll just leave.
He pulls the cover down slowly. I feel his rough, shaky hands sliding up my shirt, groping me with almost no restraint, fingers digging in like they canât get enough.
He climbs into my bed all the way now, leaning over me between my legs. He pries my legs open with his knees, rough and insistent. His weight pins me as he starts to grind.
I canât help a small, sharp inhale that comes out. He notices Iâm awake, and he freezes just for a moment. Then a low, mean laugh comes out of him against my ear.
His breath hits my cheek, hot, uneven, smelling strongly of beer, fanning over my lips with every exhale.
âShhhâ he whispers while grinding still, going harder now that he knows Iâm awake. My words come out small and meek.
âStop⌠please stop..â he doesnât. His lips hover near my ear, panting, hot and damp against my skin.
âQuit whining,â he says. âYou're lucky as fuck I got to you first. Imagine if some real creep found you.â
The next morning heâs at the kitchen table, drinking his coffee, grinning when I walk in. âSleep okay?â he asks.
heâs been eyeing you the whole night, the tall, dark-haired man drinking alone on the other end of the gross dive bar.
you couldnât really judge him on that; you were also drinking alone, after all. but you thought it was a little odd the way heâs been staring at you.Â
you just ignored him.
eventually, he came up to you, after youâd had quite a few drinks. you were trying to wallow in your own misery that night.Â
a bad idea.
he tried to make conversation with you, to which you sneered at him and told him to piss off. an even worse idea, but you were drunk and pissed at the world.
you think something darkened in his eyes when you spoke. there was something just off about him.
but he slinked away, back into the corner of the bar, glaring at you now.Â
you ignored the prickly feeling that persisted in the back of your neck and took another gulp of your drink.Â
more under the cut (big noncon tw)
you donât know how long youâve been drinking when the bartender tells you youâve had enough. youâve naturally forgotten about the man by now, and what had even made you drink in the first place.
you quietly grumbled to yourself as you left the bar and started walking to your car. you knew perfectly well how bad of an idea it was to drive like this, you just didnât really care.Â
you didnât notice that the man is following you. when you pull out your keys heâs on you in an instant, hurriedly pulling your body into his and clamping his hand over your mouth.Â
there was not a soul out there, maybe if you screamed someone in the bar would hear you, but you doubted that anyone would care.Â
your hands shot up to claw at his hand desperately. a silent plea, let me go.
âungrateful little whore. you should learn some goddamn manners,â he muttered into your ear as he practically manhandled you into the closest alleyway to guarantee no one will see you both.Â
âi was tryna play nice, yâknow. you donât gotta be such an uptight, frigid bitch.â he hissed. you were terrified. of course you were. who wouldnât be, in that situation?
you could hear him fiddling with his belt with his free hand.
he paused for a moment. âhm. maybe itâs better this way. now i donât hafta deal with that relationship bullshit. makinâ you feel loved and allat nonsense.â he huffed. you could feel his hot breath on your ear.
that was the moment where you realize what heâs insinuating. your head spun, but you could do nothing when he finally freed his dick one-handedly. he practically tore your jeans off your body and made a tsk sound.Â
âhidinâ all these pretty curves. such a shame.â you made a panicked noise against his hand, but you didnât move. your body just sort of locked up on you.
maybe if he gets what he wants he will leave you alone.
he rubbed his dick against your bare thigh when he managed to get your jeans off, smearing precum on your skin. you shivered when you felt the cold air on your body.
he chuckled when he slid your underwear down your thighs. âyou must really like this, baby.â he mocked you. he knew perfectly well you didnât want any of it.Â
he didnât bother wasting time, or even prepping you. he gripped his cock and led it to your (embarrassingly wet) cunt, and with a quick, targeted thrust he was buried deep inside your tight heat. he let out a sharp groan at the feeling.Â
âgod, fuck, youâre tight. like a virgin. are you a virgin, honey?â he cooed, clearly not intending to let you answer. in fact, he only gripped your face harder as his cock slowly slid out your cunt. you couldnât see a thing, thatâs how dark it was in that filthy alleyway.
your already limited vision began to blur, and you realized you were crying. he seemed to notice this because he let out another awful laugh.Â
âaww. poor thingâs scared. cryinâ wonât make me stop, yâknow. it might make me fuck ya harder, though.â he inhaled sharply when all of a sudden, he thrusted deeply into your cunt again. you were shaking, trying not to cry, but it was too late.Â
he grunted low in your ear as he fucked into your impossibly tight heat. all you could hear were your own broken sobs and the manâs groans and the sound of skin on skin.
youâd never felt more helpless than you did in that moment, you always prided yourself on taking control of situations, in fact, but here the control was forcefully ripped away from you.Â
the whole time you were telling yourself you werenât going to come, that this man was raping you and thus it didnât feel good. it couldnât- no god would be that cruel, would they?-, but you found yourself about to come anyway. you felt pathetic; he wasnât even targeting your gspot, there was no reason for you to come like this.
you whimpered into his hand as your abused cunt started to weakly flutter around his thick cock.Â
he let out another groan. âyou really do- hnng, fuck- like this, huh,â he murmured breathlessly with a clear smile in his voice. he only doubled his efforts, really, fucking you harder than beforeÂ
you could only let out a pathetic, muffled noise when you came around his dick. through your haze, you could barely register what you were even doing, what was going on. to call your orgasm mind-wiping would be an understatement.Â
by the time you had ridden it out, you were limp against him as he continued to rape your ruined cunt. a few more snaps of his hips, and he was coming inside you with a choked groan, and there was nothing at all you could do to stop him.Â
he pulled out of your used hole, thank god, you had thought to yourself, but then he pushed you down to the grimy floor of the alleyway. you made a panicked noise, opening your mouth to scream at last, when he stuffed his cock into your mouth.Â
âbite me and youâre fuckinâ dead. i mean it.â he warned, squeezing his hands around your throat.Â
âI think you can take my dick for a little longer, hm? just a bit more.â he grinned, but it was all teeth. you choked back a strangled sob as he began to rape your mouth.
papa who likes to kiss. who likes grabbing me by my cheeks and sticking his tongue deep in my mouth, tasting my recently eaten sweets, refusing to let me back up for air so that, when he does eventually pull back, Iâm gasping and panting and struggling to catch my breath. Eventually he puts me on his lap and we do it all over again, for long stretches of time while heâs pushing and pulling at my hips to make me hump him. âDonât you wanna learn how to kiss, kid? Practice makes perfect, hm?â
You invited your little brother into your room to watch movies and smoke weed together. Every time you finished a joint, heâd nudge you and ask you to roll another. By the time you burned through your third, it occurred to you that you couldnât remember the last time heâd actually taken a hit. Heâd hold the joint for a second, or skip his turn altogether, passing it back without comment. You hadnât been paying close attention.
The thought surfaced briefly, then slipped away just as easily. You sank back against the bed, the concern dissolving into that familiar, floating calm. Your eyelids grew heavy and though you tried to focus on the movie your brother picked, you fell asleep.
You wake up to the warm grip of his cunt enveloping your cock and your vision focuses onto the sight of him on top of you, moaning and gasping as he fucks himself on your cock. Your body still feels so heavy and though you manage to raise your arms in what you'll tell yourself was an attempt to push him off, your hands just settle on his hips uselessly. Your body feels like it's melting into the bed, but your hips drive upward into your little brother's pussy, seeking out that silken heat you've only ever fantasized about until now.
