#Non-Con

[tojisun]

johnny’s just perverted enough that he def slips in a mobile-controlled vibrator in you before the two of you go out to meet his friends. he’s got the app in his phone, and is unforgiving when it comes to the settings. he ramps it up at the highest level when you reached your arm out to return price’s handshake, and you squeak, toppling down.

you tell them that it’s just a cramp, and nothing more. “sorry about that,” you say through gritted teeth.

john chuckles and says to not worry about it; says that maybe you need to sit down to catch your breath. you nod, thanking him softly, before ducking your head down to avoid their gazes because somehow you think they know your dirty secret.

that somehow they know that you’re plugged and leaking; that you’re desperate and itching for more because as much as the vibrator is too good, it’s not enough—

you avoid their gazes so you missed the way johnny passes his phone to simon; you missed the way john sits back, content to just watch for now, and the way kyle tips all of his whiskey into his mouth to wash away the burning excitement that’s filling him up.

[vagrantcallisto]

New kink drop: abductees locked in the prison of their kidnapper's choice wearing only their kidnapper's oversized shirt, because it's the one piece of clothing/comfort item that they've been allowed to have.

[diningwiththeasquiths]

Filed under: texts Kreese and/or Silver would tattoo right above their dicks

[dorealis]

Series Title: Pound of Flesh

pt.1 pt.2 ->

Summary: Simon has always wanted something soft to call his. The problem is that he's always had issues with women. When he stumbles across a dark website that traffics people, he knows he should tell someone. But that thought goes out the window when he sees her.

Content Warning: non-con. Reader is a trafficking victim. Stockholm Syndrome. Simon is not a good man here.

Simon never claimed to be a moral man. He knows that he's fucked up. He knows that what he is doing is wrong. He is aware that if people knew about his more perverted desires, he'd be questioned to hell and back. He knows that if his new pretty lover escapes, he's going to prison. Maybe even under it.

He knows. He just doesn't care.

So when he pins the pretty young girl beneath him in their bed, he doesn't think about the consequences. He only thinks about how good her cunt feels around his cock. He likes the struggle that she puts up, the way she claws at him. She cries, wails that he's too big, to just let her go, she won't tell anyone. She doesn't know that her begging gets him off.

"Please, it hurts." She hiccups through a moan. Her eyes are glassy with tears, "You're hurting me." Her breath comes through gasps, and he only adds pressure to her throat.

"Shh," He shushes her and kisses the tears on her cheeks. They taste like salt, and under that, he can taste her blush and makeup. It's sweet that she got herself all done up for him. "Just a bit more lovie, you're okay."

He can tell that she doesn't believe him. Her kiss swollen lips wobble. Another orgasm she doesn't want but needs is crashing into her. She's screaming, voice turning hoarse. It feels good when she clings to him. The clutch of her cunt around him is euphoric. He's happy that he found her and bought her. Such a pretty thing like her was worth the trouble and the price.

She was soft and smaller than him. Her skin blemish and mark free, a blank canvas for him to cut and draw his love upon her. There are already dark bruises blooming on her chest and on various places where he's sunk his teeth into her. He watches as her eyes roll back into her skull, head flopping to the side. Her body is limp but he keeps going.

His own release is at the base of his spine. It slinks up and spreads throughout his body. His hips stuttering and a low groan escapes him. He keeps himself flushed tight up against her. He can feel his balls draw up and the release he's been looking for finally, finally, hits him.

His Lovie, his pretty young thing, lays naked against the bed. She's sweet like this, still like a statue in repose. Everything about her is lovely, and she's all his. He doesn't have much in this world, but he now has her.

He doesn't pull out right away. He enjoys the softness of her flesh. In the back of his mind, he knows that he is no better than the terrorists and traffickers that he's killed. But again, he doesn't care. He bought his Lovie fair and square. She belongs to him and him only.

Her eyes open, and she's staring at him. Brows drawn up in confusion before she sighed in resignation. "Please, I wanna go home." She whispers.

Simon only smiles and brushes his thumb against her lips.

"Lovie. You are home."

[darkficwriter]

Thieves Jewel - Stephen Bonnet x Fem! Reader Chapter 1

Warnings: Violence, angst, stealing, language.

The dimly lit tavern was crowded with drunken men, gambling, and illegal deals. Stephen Bonnet sat with his men and a few others at a table, gambling as usual. He was a man who made his own luck. The last time he didn’t win is unknown. It is a rare sight to see; in fact, he was just about to win his fourth game of the night when in strolled a group of people. Multiple men dressed similarly to himself, and…a woman. She was dressed in a white gown with a corset overtop. It ended just under her breasts, accentuating them. The dress itself had a slit high on one side, that showed off her leg every time she stepped. Her hair hung loose, glowing in the dim light. Stephen Bonnet looked away, uninterested in the whore that found herself with a group of pirates. That is until a man spoke up from the group. 

“We present the lovely Mistress Y/N Y/L/N, may her voice enchant your souls,” At that, the woman he saw walking in with them stepped up onto the bar. He paid no mind until she opened her mouth and her voice rang out. “My heart is pierced by Cupid. I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me. But my jolly sailor bold” her voice enchanting the men in the tavern, all eyes focused on her as her body moved to the words. She sat on the edge of the bar, crossing her leg out of the slit over the other. Her head was thrown back as she sang. Unbeknownst to everyone, her crew mates traveled around pickpocketing and stole whatever they could get money for. As soon as her song ended the men cheered and asked for more. She flirtatiously obliged. This time getting bolder, walking through the crowd and dragging her supple hands over men's shoulders. Until she got to the table that held a certain captain of the Gloriana, his diamonds and rubies were laid out as an incentive for his current gambling match. The twinkle caught her eye as she dragged her hand under the captain's chin, forcing her to look at him. After catching his attention, she moved on to the next, but not before giving her fellow crew mates a subtle look. A look that said “bullseye”. As she splayed across a table, hair wild, leg bent, and arms up, Captain Bonnet’s eyes were glued to her. He sensed something; his gut told him there was something wrong. However, his thoughts were interrupted by his match. 

Three days passed, and each night, Stephen found himself at the same table with the same men and deck of cards. His prised diamonds and rubies still sat on the table. Each night the little siren came back to enchant the men, and each night her crew took. Tonight, she was more forward; she wore a style similar to the usual. This dress, however, adorned two slits on each side and was black. Her breasts spilled beautifully from the confines of her corset. “Yo Ho, All hands, Hoist the colors high” She had pranced her body over to the captain again, settling herself between his thighs as she took hold of them and seductively swayed her hips down to the floor and up again. Bending forward to give him a good view of her chest, heaving as she sang. She then pranced away. However, when he looked back at the table this time, two of his five jewels were missing. His eyes narrowed on the girl, watching as she danced around the men; her sleight of hand was good. Then he noticed every so often that her hand would slip below her skirt after flirting with a man, the slit making easy access. At this moment, he realized her singing was all a ruse, all a distraction. 

***Y/N POV***

Tonight had been the most successful night in this port. I had finally gotten some of those jewels, as well as many more earnings. We always start like this in every tavern we go to. It's subtle, where I just sing, and the crew poaches. Then I slowly make my way down into the crowd. Stealing those jewels from that man, was no easy feat; his eyes always seemed to stray to his precious jewels. Lucky for me, I had heard he was staying for a few nights. So I could plan a strategy, and tonight was just the trick. 

As I stood in front of the small bed in the tavern, where we had all gotten rooms for our stay, I began to unlace my corset. Right before I finished my last lace I turned around, only to be shocked at the sight of the man whom I stole my largest prize from. “I’m sorry, sir, but I think you have the wrong room,” I stated, voice stern and unwavering. His eyes roamed my body from head to toe and back again. A slight smirk rose to his lips.

“So ye aren’t the little siren, o stole my precious jewels?” he said, Irish accent thick on his tongue. His voice had a darkness to it that rang in my head as a warning bell. How did he? I began to back away, holding my corset up, the sleeves of my dress slipping from my shoulders.

“You must be mistaken, sir. I only sang to you, now, would you kindly get the fuck out.” I sneered, no questioning in my voice. Before I had time to process I was against a wall with a hand to my throat. My hand immediately reached to take hold of his wrist. His hand squeezed tightly to either side of my throat, not enough to not breathe, but enough to make me feel dizzy. My knee lifted to strike him in the groin, but before I could, he had spun me around, my front pushed into the wall. Body trapped between his and the hard surface. His hand dug into my hair, keeping my face planted into the wall. His voice rang out right next to my ear.

“Now, I will give ye one last chance. Where are me gems sweet’art?” I rolled my eyes at the nickname, driving my elbow into his gut. He stuttered and stumbled, allowing me to wriggle free and make a break for the door. Before I could open it, I was thrown to the floor. He landed on top of me and pinned my arms beside my head, straddling my waist. I continued my struggle, my hands now pinned by one of his above my head. The click that sounded next to my head is what stopped my struggle. The cold barrel of a gun held to my temple stopped me in my tracks. “Perhaps we can comb to an agreement.”

[kinkmom]

You can never leave me Will you please complete me? ♥ Please - Nine Inch Nails

I'm hard as fucking steel and I've got the power I'm every inch a man and I'll show you somehow ♥ Big Man With a Gun - Nine Inch Nails

Here we are a year later, Decay playlist panels 3 and 4! I got a little stuck on the gunjob and just gave up until we got the actual Decay chapter! I think this set still tracks after what we've seen in the new chapter. 😏

Parts 1 & 2 Parts 3 & 4 Parts 5 & 6

[c1eepypas1a]

Can you do some dark Dean Winchester smut? With an age gap, daddy kink, and virgin reader?

A/n: I can only try, this is my first smut pls don't make fun, plus I dunno how to do the writing color change thingy, cringe ahh title name (plus: this is fictional, I know it's fucked up but honestly I've been through shit like this, and if you don't like it, don't read it, there are multiple fics like this, I'm just doing what people want okay?)

Parings: dean Winchester x fem! Virgin!sub! Reader (I can do a male version if it's not supposed to be fem)

Warnings: age gap (dean is 29 reader is 18, daddy kink, dean forcing reader to call him daddy/dean calling himself daddy, non-con, pain for the reader, forced oral (m!rec), tit palming/slapping, slight choking, kissing, swearing, obviously Dom!dean and sub!fem! Reader, nipple play (for like a second), crying, blood (slightly yk since she's a virgin)

"Please, don't...daddy."

*gif isn't mine I got it from Pinterest*

*readers pov*

Me and dean have been friends for awhile now, he thinks I'm stupid, that I don't know about all the staring or lingering touches when he's fixing up my wounds, I hate the looks, I remember when it all changed, when he changed

*flashback*

I smile as I walk into my house with jo, I jump as everyone shouts surprise at me,my dad, bobby singer walks up to me "wow kid, the big 18, do you feel older yet." He smiles warmly and I smile "uh, yeah I guess." I giggle, dean makes a backhanded joke about me finally being legal,

Sam rolls his eyes "dude, your almost thirty, stop being so gross, you knew her when she was in pigtails." Dean grumbles and hands me a present, telling me to open it later when nobody's around and his hand lingers on my shoulder,

That night I open the gift dean gave me, a fucking vibrator, in the shape of a rose and a photo of him, gripping his clothed hard cock, I quickly throw it under my bed along with the vibrator and I pretend nothing ever happened.

*end of flashback*

I walk into the motel room, I look at dean who's binging through channels on the tv "where's Sam?." I sit down next to him, "gone to get food." I nod and I continue to watch the tv, dean lands on a horror movie,

My eyes wander to the hand he placed on my thigh, I don't move it nor I say anything and I get back to watching the shit gore on the tv, "you know sweetheart, sammy's gonna be gone for a while." He says in his usual flirty tone, his hand sliding more up, I push his hand back down, "so what if he's going to be gone." I say feigning my clueless tone, bile rises in my throat as I feel his eyes move down from my face to my tits, "means we could find other things to do then this shitty ass movie." He grips my thigh tighter, borderlining on pain "d-dean what the fuc-" I'm cut off by his lips on mine,

I try to push him away and get up but he pins me down and he tsk's "no, your not going anywhere, I've waited to fucking long for you, I'm not letting you go now." He smirks and starts to undo and push down his jeans "as much as I want your cunt, I'm gonna use your mouth first."

He manhandles me so I'm on my knees, tears sting my cheeks and he smiles condescendingly, "oh baby, you started this, this is your fault, parading in your short shorts and your tight shirts, wearing no bra thinking I won't notice." He says, gripping my hair with one hand and palming my tits and thumbing at my nipples with the other, against my mind praying for this to stop, my body reacts, my nipples getting hard and my cunt getting wet, he smirks at me, pushing down his jeans, leaving himself in his boxers, the imprint of his dick visible,

He stops palming at my breasts and pulls his boxers down, his hard cock slaps against his stomach, leaking pre-cum at the angry red tip, "open up for daddy." He smirks but I don't, I keep my mouth shut and he gets visibly annoyed, he grips my hair tighter and then his other hand closes my nose, "c'mon baby, you gotta breathe soon." He says in a condescending tone,

I try my hardest but I finally open my mouth to breath, he quickly shoves his cock down my throat, I gag and spit forms around my lips and his length, he lets go of my nose and I try to breathe but its hard, "you know, this all could of been avoided if you didn't play fucking coy with me.", he says as he practically skull fuck's me, gripping my face and hair, thrusting his hips roughly,

After about 5 minutes he finally pulls away, I take a deep breath of air,tears streaming down my face, he roughly pulls me up against him, his cock against my clothed stomach, he pushes me down and sits in between my legs, trying to push my shirt up but I twist and I turn to get away, "c'mon babygirl, the less you resist, the less it'll hurt your little virgin pussy." I whimper at those words,

After what felt like forever of struggling, he finally gets my clothes off of me, leaving me in my panties, "lace...it's like you asked for me to fuck you.", I cry at those words "c'mon baby tell me how much you want this, tell daddy how much you want his big cock to stretch you open." He grins sadistically, I stay silent and dean doesn't like that, I feel his hand strike my left breast, "say it!." He shouts in my face, I whimper and I finally speak with a scared tone, "i-i want d-daddy's big cock to stretch me open." He smirks, "that's a girl.",

"please don't...daddy."

That's all I can say hoping that will please him but before I know it he thrusts into me, pain shoots through my whole body and I start to cry again "awe, baby don't cry, daddy's got you." He says as he fuck's me faster, taking away the one thing I thought I could control, but I can't, I'm helpless as he takes it from me, I feel liquid down at my pussy and I look down, I notice the crimson liquid leak down my cunt,

"I fucking knew you would bleed, don't worry sweetheart, it won't hurt that much anymore.", he says as he fuck's me harder, it hurts, no pleasure from it, I beg for him to stop, I cry to god that it'll be over soon and before I know it, I feel him pull out and his cum spurt on my tits and stomach, I feel dirty as dean kisses me before he flops down beside me and cuddles me, like he didn't just destroy me, exhaustion takes over me, before I slip into sleep I hear dean mutter something and I fall asleep.

*the end*

(a/n: my first smut, I hope it was good, if there is any mistakes or anything you didn't like please tell me, I'm sorry it's so short, I wrote this at 1am.)

[gabriels-blade]

[Wrong]

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Soulless!Sam Winchester x GN!Reader

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Warnings: MDNI, DD:DNE, Smut, Anal Sex, Non-Con, No Aftercare

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Summary: Your Sam wouldn't use you like this.

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You knew something was wrong. Something was different. He's not your Sam. Where's your Sam?

You feel his fingers teasing your hole, only giving enough prep so you wouldn't suffer horrible damage…. But this isn't the Sam you knew.

You were aware something wasn't right with your boyfriend when he was back, something just felt… off. But you brushed it off as just an effect from him being in hell. That'd certainly mess someone up.

But the mask he had been wearing slipped away, the only thing he finds in you is something warm, a way of pleasing himself physically.

“Sam…”

“Be still.”

The coldness of it makes your bones freeze, his hands settling on your hips. He fucks into you good and rough, keeping you ass up face down on the bed, headboard knocking into the wall as he abuses your untrained hole. You two had only ever done anal once before, it wasn't your favorite so Sam never pushed for it again… Your warm walls squeeze his length, groans rumbling from his chest.

He doesn't pretend to care.

He goes until he cums - paying no mind to your own need. Simply dropping a rag on your tired body before heading to the bathroom to shower. No aftercare or reassurances to be shared. This isn't your Sam and you don't know if you'll get the one you fell for back.

[tojisun]

sharing is caring until it’s simon installing cameras to your shared flat so his mates get to see you anytime they want. you don’t even know they existed so of course you didn’t know you gave all of them a show when you tried that newly purchased vibrator that made you cum four times and squirt twice.

kyle begins pampering you with little treats—you don’t realize it’s a semblance of payment. a token of appreciation. a thank you for the show. it’s become some weird camgirl-subscriber relationship, but only the squad knows.

johnny is less subtle. he buys you toys and leaves them on your bed, and you of course think they’re from simon. simon doesn’t correct you.

john straight up wires money to your joint bank account with simon. you thought it’s because simon’s been promoted.

simon, in return, thanks his mates by making tapes until there became a section at the base that is reserved for ‘special viewing’.

[darkcherry6916]

Yandere serial killer x fem!reader

For those who like the kind of men that deserve to be punching bags

TW: NSFW ,stalking , mild knife play, degradation, mentions of murder, drugging , kidnapping and everything "nice"

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who was patrolling for his next victim, ready to see the life drain from another pair of teary eyes.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who is handsome, notably covered in lean muscle, a stance coated in exceeded confidence and a face surely sculpted by the virtue of god himself. He wasn't just looks, and he knew it. He enjoyed old english literature, he ran and hiked religiously, he pre-planned and cooked all his meals, and he listened; far too well at times.Smart, too. Top of his class in college and a proud valedictorian in high school. A total fucking steal, with a charm that knew how to get under thick layers.

Yandere-SerialKiller-Who had no reason to kill just entertainment and a hunger for cruelty. Who wouldn't be seen pleading for his life if he ever got caught, he found those who did pathetic. Why apologize for putting art into the world ? That's what he considered himself, an artist of sorts.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who knew in an instant you would be his next doll. An ordinary girl with a seemingly boring life who fit right in with the crowd. As far as ancient tales go, things that blend in are not easily traced when gone.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who followed you home every day, your day to day routine proving him right. You were worthless , another little ant trying to find a treasure to feed on. One that would never come, your life was in his hands ,and he planned to toy with it.

Yandere-Serialkiller- Who officially met you at the grocery store, in the middle of your shift, politely picking up a product you had dropped; ensuring your fingers brushed together as he handed it to you.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who hit you with one of his infamous body melting smiles, as he spoke of a "you're welcome" to your timid 'thank you'. Slyly, looking you up and down, admiring the way your figure so shamelessly called for him. "So what's your name, clumsy girl."

Even the way he mocked you was tentative , the silly pet name crawling at you.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who knew exactly what he was doing with his 'mr nice guy' act. Who raised his eyebrow at your quick, "I'm very particular about giving my name to strangers." Of course, you were only half-joking , but he was quick to retaliate.

"Dont be so cruel, we can always change that."

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who already knew your full name, your address, and your number. But still asked for it with a candid glimmer in his eyes and that virile tone of his.

"I'm on the hour," you said, a smile of your own plastered on your lips. "Lucky for you, i'm no snitch." his voice low and coated with rotten honey as he stepped closer.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who only let two days pass before he was asking you on a date. Persuading you with chivalry, telling you he was willing to plan around your heavy work schedule.

How could you resist ? His charm being beyond slippery wasn't a joke. It was intelligent and played extra well with the stroking rasp in his voice. The kind most fantasized, especially someone as desperate as you about groaning at their ear.

You were ecstatic, so excited at the fact someone had finally taken interest in you.

Yandere-SerialKiller-Who thought you looked so good in your dress, a complete contrast to your bland uniform. Who felt the tiniest pinch at his heart, at just how happy you looked , how desperate were you really ?

Yandere-Serialkiller- Who acted like a true gentle man. Opening the car door, pulling out a chair for you, asking you all the right questions and giving all the right answers. The list went on, he was doing a exemplary job at getting on your 'take home list', what you didn't know is that he would be your last.

Yandere-Serialkiller- Who captured you with his lips , inhaling you in as you attempted to open your apartment door. Who wrapped your legs around him , his fingers at the back of your scalp tugging you closer. Noses all smushed together in passion having a make-out of their own; tongues greeting each other in cold lust.

He was devouring you, clouding your senses like the predator he is.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who fucked you so good that you were seeing the day and night all at once, his fat cockhead hitting that spot you liked in a way that had your body churning. Slamming himself in and out with a precision that felt criminal.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who was now plunging into you like no one had before, his large hand around the back of your neck, keeping you in place. His hips meeting your ass with a vicious tempo "Holy fuck, you and this pussy." He groaned next to your ear, taking in the feeling of your pussy dripping down his balls. He had you exactly how he wanted you fucked out, crying, and clueless.

"It might just save you." He cooed with not a ounce care if you heard , but his inching threat was easily muffled by the sounds of your pleasured moans.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who essentially fucked you to sleep, kissing your forehead like the sadistic fuck wasn't planning to cut you open in a few minutes .

"It's a shame, what I have to do now." He whispered into your skin, a teasing pout at his full lips. Truly it was, you were pretty and a great fuck.But he had the ability fix you, to make you would look so much prettier , adorned with white ribbon around your sliced limbs.

Yandere-SerialKiller-Who let you sleep just a little longer than the others. Watching the way your chest lifted and caved with every breath. It made him wonder if you were worth conserving, not wanting to drain the color from your rosy face just yet.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who woke you up with gentle taps on your cheek. Whatever was touching your face was cold and flat. You who greeted him with a smile as you began to stiffen from limb to limb. The flashing memory of his lips against yours and his cock assaulting your g-spot putting a grin on your face.

That glint in your eyes, turning into one of absolute horror. Your grin wiping off clean, at the realization. You weren't in your bed anymore, nor did you recognize where you were. Your memory now turned hasty, and the ache in your limbs conciously apparant, you couldn't move-why couldn't you move.

" Finally, you're awake.I missed those gorgeous eyes."

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who made you watch as he prepped his tools, doing it slowly just to watch the panic rise across your pained features "Whats wrong , baby? Thought you liked surprises."

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who was ready to cut you open, and take a peak inside. Inching towards your face only to lick the tears off your cheeks with a delighted hum.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who watched you tremble and sob. Your eyes following the blade, which surfaced your skin like sharpened feather, getting steeper and steeper. The blade was threatening to bite, and pretty soon, it would.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who just couldn't bring himself to slit your throat without a last-goodbye, your soft cries making his dick hard all over gain.

After all, you did give some killer blow jobs

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who untied you after a mental discussion with what he referred to as his other self. A self that was passive and tranquil for the most part , the self that decided he would spare you from his blade, only to settle on using you. He was a self-ish being with no guilt factor, the best of both worlds.

Yandere-SerialKiller- Who threw you off the table onto the floor with a single shove. The tranquilizer he had injected you with while fucking you from the back, was doing its job exceptionally well. You couldn't move, especially not when fear was consuming you, striking you nerve to nerve like a rabid animal.

"Let me make you a deal, suck my cock good enough, and maybe-just maybe I'll let you go"

"There you go, like a true slut."

Newflash, he was bluffing big time , worst part; you knew it. But just like he asked, with limp muscles and fat tears. You parted your lips, letting him slide himself past them with ease. His muscular thighs serving as your support and your demise.

Who knows perhaps he could keep you instead. He never had a pet growing up they had the tendency to mysteriously go missing.

[powerbottomvik]

Porcelain Lips

by deaddove-powerbottomvik Viktor x Jayce ✦ explicit ✦ one-shot ✦ 1.1k

CW: NON-CON

The mage finds comfort in the statue of his once-partner, Jayce. He sits next to him in the grass, talking aloud about his theories and what rune to try on the next attempt. It feels like the days far gone of them both in the lab, bouncing crazy ideas off each other that eventually became a reality. Sometimes, the mage will rest his head on the statue’s shoulder and swear he can feel a stir of energy inside, buzzing in contentment. Sometimes, he does more.

or

Old Mage Viktor uses the Jayce statue to get off

DarkJayvikWeek Day 5: Non-con

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Old Mage Viktor from an Alternate Timeline (Arcane: League of Legends), Hexcorized Statue Jayce from the s02e07 Alternate Universe (Arcane: League of Legends), Rape/Non-con Elements, Trans Viktor (League of Legends), Grinding, Masturbation, Wank and Tell, Accidental Voyeurism, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Arcane-Canon Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends), POV Third Person Limited, Viktor-centric (League of Legends), No beta we die like Heimerdinger

[kinkmom]

Andrew Has Had Enough

This is the place for Ashley to finally say "I'm yours" instead of "you're mine". Might save her, might not.

Okay time to get nonconning the Graves, it's what I do best. :D

[genderstormwrites]

33!

33. Do you have any fantasies about non-consensual hypnosis? Describe them

Oh, so many... Basically all of my hypnosis fantasies revolve around CNC or non-con. Just a few favorites off the top of my head...

I'm at the grocery store, scanning over a few options on the shelf when suddenly a body presses up against my back and a voice accompanied with warm breath whispers in my ear and down my neck. "You're feeling so relaxed. So suggestible. You'll listen to me now..."

I chose a seat near the back of the bus, and have my headphones in, so I barely notice when a big fat skunk lady plops down next to me. I'm already pretty big, so we're pressed up tight against each other as her sweat starts staining my clothes and she lifts her arm for just a moment, giving me a potent whiff of skunk pit. It's not long before my mind is in a daze and my lips are wrapped around her cock, her sweaty paws stroking my growing fur and tail.

We go to the circus together and are getting ready to enter the big tent when I lose track of you. I start searching around and catch myself behind the tent away from the public eye when a stretchy, gooey clown approaches me. I barely recognize your face beneath the gooey makeup, but far too late as your puffy clown lips come down on me and my eyes change to colorful swirls as I join the circus too.

So many, many more. Most fantasies involve transformation and corruption as well, but that trifecta is basically my whole thing :3

[depravitymoon]

The Dark Side Of Narancia (cont)

This is part 2 to my Yandere Narancia post. I wanted the previous post to still be considered Safe For Work horror. Now, this post gets more violent and Not SFW. Furthermore, thank you guys SO MUCH for getting it over 250+ notes. I was not expecting it to get that popular. 

Note: Some of Narancia’s dialogue is in all caps. Yes, I know that can be annoying but it’s on purpose because Narancia’s being annoyingly unhinged.

Warning: Violence, Dub-Con, Non-Con, Knifeplay.

Level 7: 

For most darlings, they’d only see Level 6 Narancia. Level 7 Narancia is if you really insist he’s an asshole and to destroy his delusions.

This results in Narancia getting violent with you. He holds you down and warns you to stop being an ass. 

If you continue to resist, he’ll cut you.

If you keep trying to fight him (or worse, start a stand fight), he’ll use Aerosmith to shoot up your legs. Have fun trying to fight/escape him now.

Also, your closest loved ones are now free game to injure (or worse).

“I GIVE YOU MY HEART AND YOU FUCKING BETRAY ME?! Whoever is making you feel this way, I WILL FUCKING KILL THEM!”

Not SFW + Level 7: 

Since fucking solves marital problems in movies….. fucking must be the solution to your behavior!

Narancia loves knife play. Plus being on-edge, he’s sliding that knife against your body. 

To clarify, he’s sliding the flat part against your skin…..unless you keeping fighting him.

Typically, the blade part is tearing at your clothes. Don’t worry! Narancia will pay for more clothes! 

Trust Narancia! He’s gonna make you feel so good! 

He’ll overstimulate you without mercy. You’re relaxed, right? You forgive him, right? 

While he tries to fuck you gently, he's too mad. He ends up fucking you like he hates you.

It's a good thing he still preps you, because his thrusts show no mercy.

C’mon! You’ll never find a lover that can please you like he can! He’s not stopping until you forgive him!

Narancia has high stamina, so it is possible for him to go multiple rounds a night.

You’ll be forced to forgive him if you want the ‘love making’ to end. 

“I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU, MIELO! SAY IT! SAY IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW!” “STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT! I WORK SO HARD FOR US TO WORK! I ALREADY SAID SORRY! FUCKING FORGIVE ME ALREADY!” 

Not SFW + Level 1 to 6:

Narancia's thoughts on consent? OPTIONAL. You're not in the mood? You dont want to fuck Narancia at all? Just let him fuck you and you'll change your mind! You wont regret it.

Knifeplay is still there, but if he’s in a good mood, you can talk him down and he’ll discard the switchblade.

He focuses on getting you off. Oral is his favorite method. He’s always worried his hands are too rough for fingering/Handjobs.

He’ll still overstimulate you and pleasure you without mercy. How can you think about other people when he treats you so good?! 

Only an idiot can't see how good he is to you and he knows you're smarter than that!

He’ll force you to look him in the eyes while you two fuck missionary.

“Mielo! Don’t look away! You have so many sexy faces! It drives me wild!” 

Extra Notes:

Narancia doesn’t like being considered a baby nor cute. That doesn’t stop him from acting like a cute baby to his advantage. Just dont say it to his face. 

Narancia also pays your bills to keep you dependent on him. This is an aged up Narancia, so he should have some semblance of  adult responsibilities.

I still can’t see him kidnapping you. I dont think Narancia really wants that responsibility and I doubt the Bucci gang would allow him to take him that responsibility. Invading your home and paying the bills seems more efficient.

When Narancia doesn’t care about someone, he’s extremely willing to resort to violence.  Even burn down a whole street, remember? Before he tries to hurt you, he will hurt your loved ones. 

In fact, Narancia can unintentionally blackmail you into obeying him. I say unintentionally because he was about to stab your cousin for insisting you dump Narancia, but you doing what Narancia wants distracts him from his bloodlust. 

Conclusion

Narancia may be the cutest yandere of the Bucci Gang, but he's not harmless. As a consequence of being so childlike, he's unhinged and prone to temper tantrums. Personally, I'd suggest manipulating him so his dark side is tolerable. Just dont make it obvious you're manipulating him, because he will take betray harder than anyone else.

[kinkmom]

I want Dave to have a massive rape kink, but as the rapist. He's super conflicted and regularly jerks it to the thought of violently forcing himself on Dirk or Rose and wonders if he's a bad person. (He is, but only after he figures out he can use his time powers to get exactly what he wants without consequences.) And outwardly he's just a round-eyed baby boy. :)