#brother/brother non con

[shh-om]

k¡nktober day seventeen - threesome or moresome with all nine main demons

~1300 words

cw non con drugging , drinking , groping , butt chugging , alcohol , non con , filming

“Mhm? Is something different about the Demonus tonight?” your eyes begin to lid as the castle ballroom goes a bit out of focus. Mammon catches your arm as you stumble and lift your glass to observe the golden liquid.

“Oh?” Diavolo chuckles as he dances his way over to you. “I must’ve forgot to mention I had Barbatos mix in some Human World alcohol into tonight’s brew.”

You frown. “I should- I should probably stop drinking now…”

“MC~,” Asmo grabs your shoulders and plants a fat kiss on your lips, tasting wine and flowers. You groan into the kiss, blinking hard.

“I need—,” your head spins and pounds as you pull away from Asmo’s soft, soft lips. “I think I should lay down.”

“Awh,” Asmo whines and Belphie perks up.

“Come here, MC,” he motions to the spot at the table next to him and you sway as you walk over to him. Beelzebub clears the whole area of the table that you’re sitting in front of, taking the cups and plates and serving bowls.

You hum as Belphie grabs you and makes you rest yourself up to your breasts on the table. Your eyes slip closed and you feel someone’s hands, gloved, maybe Barbatos or Lucifer, fondling your chest and you weakly try to shove them away. Alcohol tugs at your mind lulling you into lethargy.

“Mhmm, stop it,” your words come out slurred as your cheek presses into the table cloth. Someone shushes you and across the table someone lifts you by your armpits to lay you vertically on the table.

“Hm?” You try to look up, Beelzebub’s blurry face coming into view. “What’s— What’re we doin’?”

“Shh, don’t worry,” Lucifer’s voice.

“No, wait, what’s—?” You sniff as Belphie’s hands tug down your dress pants, exposing your underwear. “Don’t do that!”

“Shh, it’s okay, just relax, MC,” Belphie rubs his hands over the curve of your behind as he says it. You whimper into the tablecloth as your underwear is stripped away and discarded.

Embarrassment spikes your heart when slender fingers pry open the lips of your pussy. Tears well up in your eyes from the humiliation and you want to do something about this, whatever is going on, but you’re so tired.

“Awh,” Asmo’s colorful nails snag your attention as he coos over you. They tenderly cup your face and he presses a kiss to your lips.

“Just relax,” Mammon pets over your hair.

It’s hard to relax when Belphie’s rubbing his fingers over your dry slit.

He needs to stop, you think. You’re in the middle of Diavolo’s ballroom, and you aren’t in the mood. What would Diavolo do — think of you — if he saw this?!

“Wait,” you attempt to lean up, but the heavy petting on your hair from Mammon makes it hard to lift yourself. Both from the pressure and from the part of it soothing you.

“Shh,” Mammon murmurs into your hair.

Something warm and wet rubs over your slit, and it takes half a second before you realize that it’s Belphie’s tongue. There’s a kiss pressed into your hair, but it does little to stop the trembling sob from leaving your chest.

Another hand begins undoing the lace of your shirt from the back. From the skill of the fingers you assume it’s either Asmo or Satan. It makes you sniffle and try and squirm away.

The tongue against your hole has begun arousing your body, making slick begin to leak from your pussy.

“It’s okay,” Mammon mumbles against your scalp. “Just relax, it’ll be so much easier if you just let them in.”

“Nngh,” you can’t find the words to disagree with him. It halfway turns to a moan as Belphie’s lips wrap around your clit, and his tongue rapidly flicks over the sensitive bud. Your hips weakly squirm away from the stimulation but you get nowhere.

Your top falls from your body and a rush of cold air raises your nipples to peaks. A large, warm hand scoops under your body to fondle one. The other breast is quickly taken hold by a smaller hand, but fondled as well.

“This ‘s wrong, stop,” you protest.

“Do you think they’ll remember this tomorrow?” A voice, Satan’s you think, although the cloudiness of your mind has a lot of room for error. You jolt as a pinch is sent through one of your nipples, a weak shout leaving you, encouraging Mammon to place another soft kiss to your hair.

“Not if we keep them drinking at a steady rate.” Lucifer, or is it Diavolo?, replies. Shoes click against tiled linoleum and another hand ruffles through your hair and grabs hold of your skull, lifting you to meet the red gaze of Lucifer.

He takes in the daze on your face, sighing before gently dropping your head. He says something to someone, but it’s too quiet for you to understand.

Belphie is too good at oral for your own good, and your legs clench and unclench fruitlessly as you cream over the demon’s face. You swear you can feel him smile against your sticky sex.

“My turn?” A deep voice, Beelzebub’s, asks and one of the hands on your breasts disappears.

“Take their mouth, I want this side,” yes, that’s Belphegor speaking.

Mammon helps another pair of hands maneuver you so that your head can just slightly go over the ledge of the table and your eyes get up close and personal with a humongous erect cock. Based on the ginger pubes, it is Beel. Then his hands pry your mouth open and the tip of his cock slips into your mouth.

You hope he doesn’t force you to take the whole thing, it’s far too large for you to live through that. Luckily, for your life, he only fucks your throat in quick, shallow thrusts.

On your other end Belphie’s sliding into your spit slicked hole. He whimpers lowly, and begins a slow rhythm of thrusts.

There’s the sound of multiple zippers all at once, and muffled the starting sound of a DDD beginning a recording. Fuck, someone is filming.

The notion that you’re being recorded as you’re being taken advantage of, makes a fresh wave of tears build up. They’re brushed away by Mammon’s tender hand as soon as they fall, another round of shushing on his end.

It takes far too long for the twins to finish their assault on your holes before they ejaculate into you. You choke on the absolute tsunami of semen that Beel delivers and he pulls out of your mouth with a creamy-spitty dick. Belphie also pulls out after creamping you.

A chilled bottle rim ghosts over the rim of your ass and cold alcohol trickles over the lip and makes you shiver. The rim is lodged into your hole and there’s a brief moment then all of the chill of the drink comes flooding into your ass. You cry out in shock as your bowels are forced to contain the liquid.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Barbatos’ slender gloved hands adjusting the angle he’s filming, and you cringe fruitlessly away from the lens.

In front of you another cock, Diavolo’s, appears, he’s rapidly jerking himself off and aiming at your face. More of the demons you had been partying with surround you, all tugging on their dicks like their lives depend on it. Just when you think you’re in the clear from any more penetration, Diavolo sets his heavy tip in your sore mouth.

Fuck.

Someone, you can’t crane your neck to see who, presses into your wine filled ass. They shallowly fuck into your hole, making the liquid slosh around uncomfortably.

Your body begins to tire and the alcohol in your system begins to make you lethargic. The last thing you remember is:

“They won’t remember this, right?” You hope you don’t.

[hoboal87]

Ever re-read your own material and forget how much you loved writing it?? To avoid spoilers there are more warnings in the tags.

This is probably one of the darkest things I've ever written (particularly part one). Please read responsibly, and if you feel like you may be triggered and/or offended, move along to the next fic 😘

Coming soon....

Pairings: Sam x Jessica, Dean x Jessica, Sam x Dean

Warnings: dub con/non-con, r*pe by deception, murder, lies, possessive!Dean, Demon!Dean, violence, Wincest

Summary: While trying to cure Dean, Sam learns just how far his brother was willing to go all those years ago.

A/N: This 2-shot takes place during episodes 1x01 and 10x03, and will utilize some dialogue from those episodes.

Part One

Part Two

[diejager]

somnophilia with big brother simon?..😵‍💫

Cw: somnophilia, DARKFIC, INCEST, DUB-CON/NON-CON, creampie, unprotected sex, PinV, cockwarming, tell me if I missed any.

Slotting himself against you, he slipped into you without any struggle, basking in the warmth of your gummy walls. You were still slick and stretched from earlier, bending you over his desk and fingering you until you stopped squirming, compliant and soft under him, your cunt clenching around his fingers while you bucked backed and mewled softly. You fit so well in his arms, pressing your back to his chest as he spooned you, panting against your nape and mumbling little praises.

He rolled his hips, the fat head of his cock tapping your cervix, making his groan in pleasant appreciation. Pulling back, he gave a shallow and hard thrust, plunging back into you with a wet slap, his balls hanging from the side of his thigh. He soaked in your slick, feeling it drizzle down the thick base and wetting his groomed hair. You writhed in your sleep, walls fluttering around him, pulsing with a hot and strong beat, little moans slipping through your closed lips.

He fucked your slow but roughly, pulling out gently, throbbing inside of you before he rammed in, his tip kissing your cervix. It pulled sleepy mewls from you and grunting moans from him, his eyes closing in the sheer ecstasy of you. He missed this, feeling your sweet cunt milk him dry and pumping you full of cum, or pounding you into the mattress of your bed, but you’d been on a month long Op away from him. His little sis was taken away from him by another Task Force needing a temporary medic for a specific mission, gone for a month with little communication for classified reasons.

He’d shut down, the ice that had thawed had frozen over again, and he couldn’t jerk himself off when you were gone, leaving him to stalk the walls with heavy balls and a thick and neglected cock that demanded your attention. His mouth thirsted for a taste of your lips and your tangy slick, his hands itched to grip your hips and thighs and his cock ached to find the warmth of your cunt and hands. Nothing he’d done would soothe him, neither sleep nor pleasuring himself to the thought of you, naked on his bed, but it flet blasphemous to think of you in such ways.

What a hypocrite —a disgusting hypocrite. He would damn himself for imagining you in such ways despite being unable to control his thought and his actions when he ploughed into you, fucking his cum deeper. He felt you stir when he gave a particularly harsh thrust, jerking your whole body and wrenching a whimper from you.

“Si..?” Your voice was lathered in sleep, raspy and tired from just returning from your mission.

“ ‘m taking care of it, lovie. Don’t worry,” he groaned, gasping and rutting against you, his cock’s throbbing growing in strength and pace.

“Ah- o-okay.”

Without any struggle, your eyes closed and you went back to sleep, mind succumbing to your exhaustion and his manhandling, letting him do as he wished with you. Giving a few short and hard thrusts, growling in your ear, little praises about you being so good for him, he came after bottoming out, his balls tightening and cock twitching. Spurting cum from his sensitive slit, he felt your walls clamp down on him, pulling and coaxing all the load he had to offer you. He softened, limp shaft laying snugly inside your tight, painted cunt, mumbling incoherent words before he calmed down.

“Thank you,” he gasped, breathing loudly in your ear, “Thank you.”

[slytherinsrule89]

Hmmm what about a dark riddle brothers x reader non con ? Something like the reader is their enemy . Maybe you can put reader as Harry's gf or sister and they both get enraged by you so they "form a plan" to show you your place and also weaken Harry 🤭🤭

Okay I went a little off closer to the end I think but hopefully it’s still good :)

This does contain smut and other sensitive things so please be aware and don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable

Riddle brothers x reader

Word count: 1639

You had been an enemy of the Riddles for as long as you could remember. They were cruel and disgusting and you despised every inch of the two brothers. The feeling was mutual as well, they hated you just as much as you hated them.

Being a Potter was pretty much the main reason they detested you. Along with you pissing them off about anything and everything because you knew that they hated you and could use it to your advantage.

You had been on your way to class, almost running there because you were late. Going to be even later when you accidently ran into two people, causing you to fall straight down a groan leaving your lips.

“Merlin’s sake wha-oh of course it’s you two.” You rolled your eyes in disgust, grabbing your books and picking yourself up as the Riddles practically towered over you. “God Potter, can you be any more pathetic?” Mattheo scoffed, shoving you aside.

Tom hadn’t said anything yet but with the look he was giving you, you’d be surprised that you aren't dead yet.

“Right like you two could say anything, you’re the most pathetic of them all.” Mattheo only laughed. The insults went back and forth between you and Mattheo before Tom stepped in which startled you a bit.

Tom didn’t often get into these little bickering’s and most of the time watched with distaste, so when he did it was better to make a run for it.

But being the ever so proud Gryffindor you took a step closer, now standing right in front of Tom. A gutsy move proven by the way Tom had raised a brow at you, almost daring you to make another move.

You could sense the latent hostility between all three of you. It was a matter of who would strike first. Of course that person was Mattheo, considering he could never keep his mouth shut in situations like this with a lot of tension.

“Oh please Potter, you’re absolutely worthless. The only reason people actually talk to you is because your brother’s popular. Get it through your head that you are nothing.”

His words were ruthless and meant to hurt you deeply. Instead of getting upset though you looked him dead in the eyes and spoke.

“I’ve been called far worse by much better men. So I’d think again about who really is the worthless one here Riddle.” You walked off right after that sentence. Not really because you were scared but because the professor was going to kill you for being this late.

It hadn’t occurred to you how much that sentence would infuriate the Riddle brothers though and you continued on your day like nothing had even happened that morning.

The problem was that the brothers were anything but calm. They were hatching a plan at that very moment to get back at you. And if it was punishment from them that you’d be expecting, don’t think mercy will be given.

You had gone to bed early that night after such a long day. First being late, then being later from the encounter with the Riddles, your Professor hounding you about it as well because it wasn’t the first time you’ve been late.

So really you were exhausted and fell asleep quite quickly.

After what felt like the longest sleep of your life, you move to get out of bed. Only to realize…you weren’t even in a bed. Your eyes shot open after what felt like a small caress on your cheek. And there meeting your eyes, Tom Riddle.

He was crouched down looking at you with interest while you stared back in horror. What the hell had happened last night? How did you end up here?

All these questions had swarmed your mind, riddling your body with anxiety and trepidation. Tom had noticed this and only smirked at you an eerie feeling sinking in your stomach.

“Hello little dove” His voice was smooth and calm. A voice so solely his that you could never mistake it for another’s.

You had begun to look around much later than you should have but something in Tom’s eyes made it so alluring not to look away. The things you noticed were blood curdling.

You saw chains wrapped around your ankles and wrists. Curtains were open but only darkness could be seen, making you wonder what was really out there. And from how cold it was you could make a guess that you were in the dungeons of Hogwarts.

But it certainly didn’t seem like the slytherin dorms were anywhere near here which only unsettled you more. Just then the door made a creaking noise and in entered Mattheo with that cocky smile of his.

“Poor little Potter doesn’t look like she has much to say now does she?” He was right unfortunately but you don’t think you’ll ever admit to that.

It was suddenly that Tom had gripped your jaw in his hand and turned you back to him making that fear come back in a sudden pulse.

“Listen here little dove. The words that came out of your little mouth this morning is something you are going to regret for a long long time. And we are going to make sure of it.”

I was sure I was going to pass out right then. Their menacing eyes hadn’t looked away from mine at all and I only wished I’d known when to shut up and move on instead of running my mouth like I did. Especially with these two.

Tom's grip got tighter making me want to cry. Apparently Mattheo was good at reading expressions because he picked up on that quickly and crouched down beside his brother.

“You gonna cry pretty?” His tone was teasing. He knew exactly what he was doing. It was working too.

Though when I was least expecting it I felt Tom’s other hand glide against my leg before gripping my thigh roughly. He’d definitely have me pinned down if it wasn’t for the chains already there.

“Here’s the deal.” Tom began. “We are going to punish you how we see fit and you…little dove are going to take whatever we give you. If you try to deny us, it will only get worse.”

Like any human being you started freaking out and trying to refuse barely registering that you were ignoring what he just said about things getting worse. Boy was that stupid.

The second the words went to leave your mouth Tom had moved the hand gripping your jaw and shoved two fingers into your mouth making you gag hard around his fingers.

“Absolutely pathetic. Can’t even listen to a word I say.” Tom kept his fingers in your mouth and removed the one from your thigh only for Mattheo to swoop in. He took his brother's spot while Tom moved to your side.

Mattheo quickly removed the chains and relief rushed through you. That was until you felt his rough hands begin to grope at your thighs being sure that there will be bruises by tomorrow.

Without hesitation Mattheo had ripped off your sleep shorts without a care as you gasped in shock. Though that only encouraged Tom’s fingers to go deeper in your throat as you tried desperately not to gag.

You felt more and more of Mattheos' hands as they grew more daring. Playing with the soft lace outline of your panties almost teasing you as if to say “guess my next move.”

If you didn’t know what feeling nervous felt like before you definitely knew it now. Not knowing their next move was probably the worst of it.

And that was about the only thing your mind was saying when Mattheo pushed a finger into your hole, panties pushed to the side, and a shocked expression on your face. Both of the boys were smirking at you as he continued to swiftly move his finger in and out quickly before adding a second.

You bit down on your lip ruthlessly when Tom had pulled his fingers out of your mouth so that you could conceal your moans and not give them the satisfaction of it.

As Mattheos fingers continued their assault to your pussy Tom had untied the chains on your wrists as well with you hardly knowing it. He sat behind you now pulling up your shirt and tossing it to the side. Almost groaning at the sight of your braless tits.

His hands were quick to play with your nipples, relishing in how soft and warm they were. Your mind was a buzz to say the least. Mattheo’s fingers pumping in and out of you, Tom’s fingers against your bare chest, as well as his mouth creating dark spots around your neck.

The rest was a blur and just like that you sandwiched between the two with both of them fucking you relentlessly. Mattheo had been lying on his on his back fucking up into your pussy as he had you straddling his waist.

While Tom on the other hand had been above you, his cock hitting from behind, moving their bodies in sink, making you just want to melt into them.

“G-Gonna..mhphhh.” You sputtered out. The pleasure to overwhelming for your mind to come up with a proper sentence. However Tom had helped you out. “Gonna cum for us little dove, gonna cum because of the people you hate?”

You nodded quickly as your moans increased. Your orgasm hit you like a truck as you practically screamed out against Mattheo’s shoulder. He was the next to cum, spilling it all in your sweet cunt. Tom following suit.

Just as you were finally beginning to relax they had both pulled out of you and flipped you on your back.

“Not so fast. We aren’t even close to finishing your punishment.”

Hope you enjoy 😊

[eternalfarae]

Warning: non con,nsfw,minors dni, pedophile,incest, step siblings trope,daddy kink,pet names,forced fucking,manipulation,dark themes,sub reader

"Hurry up, we're going to be late," Rindou called from the kitchen. You rolled your eyes at his usual morning panic, feeling a twinge of annoyance. How could someone be so hyperactive this early?

You stumbled into the room, half-awake, and saw him standing by the stove, his lavender jellyfish hair swaying as he stirred something in a pan. The smell of sizzling bacon filled the air, making your stomach rumble. Despite the irritation, your mouth watered. You had to admit, he was a pretty good cook.

"Why do you always do this?" you groaned, rubbing your eyes. "It's like you enjoy watching me run around."

Rindou's lavender eyes sparkled with mischief as he glanced at you over his shoulder. "Maybe I do, little sis," he said, his voice low and teasing. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the way he said "little," drawing it out just a bit too long. It had always been his way of hinting at the darker desires he harbored for you, something that had grown more intense over the years.

"Cut it out," you snapped, trying to hide the fear that was starting to bubble up inside you. You've known about Rindou's sick obsession for a while now, but you never knew how to confront him about it. The situation was complicated, to say the least. He was your step-brother, after all, and you didn't want to ruin the fragile peace that existed between the two of you. Plus, there was that one night a few months ago when he had caught you looking at those explicit manga pages under your pillow. He had promised not to tell anyone, but the price he had demanded in return was your silence about his own twisted thoughts.

You took a seat at the kitchen table, trying to ignore the way his eyes raked over your body. You felt naked under his gaze, even though you were fully clothed. The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to slice with a knife. The sound of the eggs cracking and the sizzle of the bacon on the pan were the only sounds that pierced the heavy silence.

As he plated the breakfast, you could feel his eyes on you, burning holes into your back. When he set the plate in front of you, his hand lingered a moment too long, his fingertips brushing against your skin, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You jumped, your heart racing.

"What's wrong?" he asked, feigning innocence. "You seem on edge today."

You swallowed hard, pushing the plate away. "I'm just not hungry," you lied, your voice shaking.

Rindou's gaze narrowed slightly, but he didn't press the issue. He sat down across from you, his own plate of food untouched. The juice glass he had placed in front of you shimmered in the morning light, the orange liquid inside seemingly innocuous. You took a tentative sip, the sweetness coating your tongue. It was a bit too sweet, but you chalked it up to Rindou's overzealous use of sugar. The tension in your chest eased slightly, and you took another sip, feeling the cool liquid slide down your throat.

Within minutes, you felt a strange warmth spread through your body. Your limbs grew heavier, your thoughts slower. You looked up at Rindou, his grin wider now, his eyes gleaming with something darker than mischief. "What did you do?" you managed to slur, your words thick and clumsy.

He leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed and smug. "Oh, I just added a little something to your juice to make sure we have a fun day together," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive purr. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks. Ecstasy. He had spiked your drink. Panic began to set in, but it was too late. The drug was already taking hold.

As the warmth grew, your inhibitions melted away. The room spun gently around you, and the edges of your vision blurred. Rindou's eyes remained on you, a hungry expression etched onto his face. You felt your body respond to his gaze, your heart pounding in your chest as the drug amplified your senses. The fabric of your shirt felt like it was made of a thousand feathers caressing your skin. The smell of the bacon was now intoxicating, making your mouth water uncontrollably.

Your chair felt like it was sinking into the floor, and you had to grip the edge of the table to keep from sliding out of it. Rindou's voice grew louder in your ears, his words becoming a siren's song. "You know you want this," he murmured, his tone a dark caress. "You've always wanted this, haven't you?"

You tried to shake your head, to protest, but your body wasn't listening to you anymore. The ecstasy was weaving its tendrils through your thoughts, making everything feel softer, more pliable. His pet names, once so grating, now seemed almost sweet, a twisted lullaby that was lulling you into a dangerous sense of security. "No," you whispered, the word barely audible.

"Yes, yes you do," Rindou murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. His hand reached across the table, taking yours in a gentle but firm grip. His thumb traced circles on your palm, sending waves of pleasure through your body. "They're not home today, remember?" he said, his voice a velvet whisper. "It's just you and me, little girl."

You tried to pull away, but your muscles felt like they were made of jelly. The room spun and the only thing grounding you was the feel of his hand on yours. His words echoed in your mind, a twisted reminder of your vulnerability. You couldn't help but feel a strange mix of fear and excitement. His pet names had always sent a shiver down your spine, but now, with the ecstasy clouding your thoughts, they held a seductive power.

Rindou leaned closer, his lavender eyes darkening with desire. "You're so beautiful when you're like this," he murmured, his breath hot on your cheek. His free hand reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips lingering on the sensitive skin of your neck. You could feel his hunger for you, the way his gaze devoured you. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

Your heart thudded in your chest, each beat echoing through your entire body. The room was a kaleidoscope of colors, the sounds of his breathing and the ticking of the kitchen clock the only things that seemed real. You were acutely aware of every sensation—the coolness of the glass against your fingers, the sticky residue of the orange juice on your lips, the way your pulse thrummed in your temples.

"D-don't," you protested weakly, but your voice was lost in the haze of pleasure that enveloped you. His touch was like fire, burning away all your resistance, leaving you a trembling mess. He leaned in closer, his breath a warm whisper that danced across your skin. "But it's what you've always wanted, isn't it, little girl?" His voice was a caress, a seductive lure that you found impossible to resist.

Your body responded to his words, your nipples tightening and your pussy growing wet. The fear was still there, lurking in the shadows of your mind, but the ecstasy washed it away, replacing it with an overwhelming need. Rindou noticed the change in you, his smile growing wider. He stood up from the chair, pulling you to your feet, his hand never leaving yours. He led you to the couch, his grip firm but not painful, his eyes never leaving yours.

The room spun as he sat down, pulling you onto his lap. You could feel his hardness pressing against your thigh, and the heat from his body seeped into your own. He leaned in, whispering, "Call me Daddy," his voice a low, needy rumble that sent shivers down your spine. You hesitated, but the drug made it easier, the word slipping from your lips almost naturally. "Daddy," you murmured, your voice barely a whimper.

Rindou's eyes lit up at the sound, and he tightened his grip around you. His other hand began to roam up your body, tracing the curves of your waist and the swell of your breasts. You gasped as his fingers found your nipple, pinching and teasing it through the fabric of your shirt. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure mixing with the fear in a heady cocktail that left you dizzy and breathless. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "That's it, little girl," he crooned, his hot breath sending waves of heat down your neck.

With surprising strength, he flipped you over, so you were straddling him, your legs trembling. His hands moved to your hips, guiding you to grind against his erection. You couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips as the friction sent sparks of pleasure through you. "Call me Daddy again," he demanded, his voice thick with lust. You obeyed, the word slipping out in a desperate whine. The room was spinning faster now, the colors blending into one another until all you could see were his eyes, his smirk, the dark desire in his gaze.

The fabric of your pants became a prison, trapping the heat between your legs. He reached down, his hands deftly undoing your zipper and sliding the material down your hips. Your panties followed, the cool air a stark contrast to the warmth of his grip. You felt the head of his cock nudge against your entrance, and even though you knew you should be fighting, you found yourself eagerly anticipating the invasion.

He groaned as he pushed into you, the drug making every sensation tenfold. His hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding your movements as you began to ride him, the feeling of his thickness filling you up unlike anything you had ever experienced. You were lost in the haze of pleasure, his voice echoing in your ears, urging you on. "That's it, little girl, fuck me like you want it," he growled, his teeth digging into your neck.

You felt the pressure building within you, the ecstasy pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Each thrust was like a lightning bolt, sending waves of pleasure through your body. The room was a blur, but his face remained in sharp focus, his lavender eyes never leaving yours. He loved the power he had over you, the way you moaned and whimpered for him, calling him "Daddy." It was a twisted game, one you had never wanted to play, but the drug made it feel like a sweet, forbidden fruit that you couldn't help but crave.

His hands slid down to your ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he held you in place, his hips bucking up to meet yours. His breathing grew ragged, his grip tightening. "Fuck, you're so good at this," he panted, his voice a mix of praise and possession. You bit your lip, trying to hold back the scream that was threatening to escape. The fear was still there, a cold, hard knot in your stomach, but it was overshadowed by the intense pleasure that was building within you.

The room was a whirlwind of sensation—the heat of his skin, the slickness between your legs, the smell of sex that was starting to fill the air. Each time he thrust up into you, it sent shockwaves through your body, making your toes curl and your nails dig into his shoulders. His pet names grew more demanding, his voice a growl that seemed to vibrate through your very bones. "Daddy," you whimpered, the word a desperate plea for more.

But then you saw it. A tiny, unassuming black dot in the corner of the room. A camera. Panic shot through your veins, sobering you up a bit from the drug-induced haze. He was filming this. Recording your humiliation for his own sick pleasure. The thought made you want to throw up, but you couldn't move, couldn't fight back. The ecstasy had taken control, leaving you a helpless plaything in his hands.

Rindou noticed your eyes widen and the subtle tension that had entered your body. He leaned back, his smirk growing even more twisted. "Don't worry, baby," he cooed. "Daddy will take care of you. And we'll have a little souvenir to remember our special day together." The realization of what was happening made your heart race even faster, your body shaking with fear and arousal.

You looked away from the camera, focusing on the monster holding you down, his lavender eyes now cold and calculating. "Please," you whispered, the word barely a breath. "Don't do this." But it was too late; he was in too deep, too lost in his own sick fantasy to care about your pleas.

With a chuckle, Rindou leaned in, his teeth grazing your ear. "You're so cute when you beg," he said, his voice a sinister purr that sent a shiver down your spine. He began to thrust harder, the friction inside you growing almost unbearable. You couldn't help but whimper, the mix of pain and pleasure making it impossible to think straight. The camera's red light blinked, a silent witness to your degradation.

You tried to push away the image of the camera, to focus on anything else, but it was like trying to ignore a blaring siren. Every time you closed your eyes, the little black dot was burned into the back of your eyelids. The thought of his hands on you, touching you, recording you, made your stomach twist in disgust. But the drug held you in its tight grip, forcing you to endure, to enjoy even as you wanted to scream for it to stop.

Somehow, you managed to ride through the storm of emotions and sensations, your body moving almost on its own accord. And then, just as the crescendo was reaching its peak, you heard the sound of the front door opening. "Fuck, parents are home," you thought, your heart leaping into your throat. You froze, your body stiffening with fear.

Rindou's thrusts didn't miss a beat, though his eyes flicked to the doorway, a hint of panic flashing across his face. But then, as the sound of their muffled voices grew louder, something in his expression changed. It was a mix of relief and excitement, a twisted thrill at the near miss. He leaned in closer, his voice a heated whisper. "Let's make it quick, little girl," he urged, his movements growing more fr

antic.

You could feel the panic rising in your chest, the fear that your parents would walk in at any moment and find you like this, impaled on the monster's cock. The thought made your pussy clench around him, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. But you couldn't stop, couldn't pull away, the drug had you in its thrall.

Rindou's eyes darted to the door, the smile on his face fading to something more sinister. He leaned in, his teeth grazing your ear as he whispered, "You're going to come for me, little girl. Right now. And you're going to be so loud, they're going to wonder what's happening in here." His voice was a command, and despite everything, your body responded. You felt yourself climbing towards that peak, the pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable.

The footsteps grew louder, their conversation punctuated by the occasional laugh. You tried to hold back the moan that was building in your throat, but it was no use. As your parents' voices grew closer, Rindou's grip tightened, his thrusts more urgent. "Come for me," he murmured, his breath hot on your neck. And you did. The orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing in his arms, your nails digging into his back. You screamed, the sound muffled by his hand clamped over your mouth.

He followed quickly after, his cock pulsing deep inside you, filling you with his warmth. He held you there for a moment, his breathing ragged, his eyes never leaving yours. Then, with a sigh of satisfaction, he pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and violated.

Days passed, and Rindou remained cold, his usual playfulness replaced by a tension that made you feel like you were walking on eggshells. The sight of the camera, now hidden away, was a constant reminder of what he had done to you, and you couldn't shake the fear that he might do it again. The drugs had worn off, but the memory of that morning remained, etched into your mind like a nightmare you couldn't wake from.

You avoided him as much as possible, hiding in your room, but every time you saw his lavender eyes peeking around the corner, you felt a chill run down your spine. He hadn't touched you since that day, but you could feel his gaze on you, watching, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. It was like living with a cobra, always coiled and ready to strike.

Days turned into weeks, and the cold shoulder from Rindou was almost a relief compared to the horror of that morning. You tried to convince yourself that it was over, that he had gotten what he wanted and would leave you alone. But the way he would sometimes stroke the spot on the couch where he had taken you, the way his eyes lingered just a little too long, told you differently. It was a game of cat and mouse, and you were the trapped prey.

[merakiui]

Orz stepbrother Azul and the tweels and Riddle orz Mera your brain is so big. May I raise you: stepbrother Vil ✨️ Good luck finding an ally as a normal person whose mom married into the peak of stardom 😔

OOOOO OMG step-brother Vil who knocks you up (whether intentionally or not) and since you’re connected to Vil as his step-sibling naturally the media and paparazzi will sometimes flock to you in hopes that you’ll share some juicy gossip about your step-brother. And as much as you try to find someone who’ll help you, no one will believe you that your own step-brother is the father. Vil could never do something like that! …or so everyone assumes because he’s a star who must make choices with his career and reputation in mind. :)

But also!!! Since you’re connected to Vil and his father, two very influential figures in the entertainment industry, you’ve gotten the chance to meet many other celebrities and attend exclusive social events, where you’re dressed in the finest outfits. No member of the Schoenheit family should ever look anything less than beautiful and stunning, so Vil’s almost always on your case about etiquette and how you dress and such.

Beneath all of his strictness, he’s hiding such a strong infatuation for his dear step-sibling. And if it ever got out that he was in love with you… naturally, such a big truth must be kept secret.

[somnophilia-fantasies-the-sequel]

Streamy delights

summary:

Brother streams the 'game' he plays with his sister. He blindfolds her and has her taste things on camera. Last item is his cock!

The chat also adds requests and he accepts to allow someone to come in and eat her pussy while she sleeps and he films it.

Word Count: 1254

Kinks: sibling incest, incest, somno, oral sex, vaginal fingering, non con, non con voyeurism, non con drug use

Ever since her brother got into gaming she’s been feeling a lot more lonely and left out of things. So when he asked her to play a game with him she immediately agreed, not caring at all what it was. 

That’s how she ended up with a blindfold over her eyes and being led somewhere. She’s sat down and as she feels the chair she’s on, she assumes she’s in his room. She had no idea she was in front of his computer set up, in front of the camera, about to put on a show for his audience. 

If she weren’t so innocent and naive she might have thought of something sinister being off when her brother massaged her tits through her tank top. But before she could ask what he was doing he said, “We’re going to play a game. You’re going to stick your tongue out and I’m going to put something on your tongue. You have to guess what it is, alright?” 

“O…okay.”

“Stick out your tongue.”

So she did. The first thing she tastes is a banana. Not her favorite, so she pulled back and made a face. “Gross…”

“I know. Here, now this.” 

She tasted something sweet. Wrapping her tongue around it, she guesses it’s a lollipop. 

“What flavor?” he asks. 

She licks more, tongue circling around the sweet before she goes, “Cherry.”

“Good girl…stick your tongue out far now.” 

She accepted his order and stuck out her tongue. She feels something on her tongue but she doesn’t recognize the taste at all. She had no idea that her brother had taken his cock out of his basketball shorts and placed the tip on her tongue. 

She pulled back and said, “I don’t know what that is…” 

“Stick your tongue out again,” was all her brother ordered. She did. 

He slapped her cheek a bit with the cock, mostly for his own pleasure. He knew she was too innocent to know what it was. He placed his cock back on top of her tongue and pressed forward a bit. Instinctively she took in the head like she would a lollipop. He moaned when she wrapped her tongue around it, still thinking it was a guessing game. 

He grabbed her head firmly and kept her in place as he began to thrust his cock into her mouth. Even when she gagged he ignored it in favor of chasing his pleasure. He didn’t go too deep though, but fucked her mouth shallowly until he felt he was going to come. 

Pulling out, he stroked himself until he came and covered her with thick ropes of come. 

“Fuck…” He muttered. After panting a bit he said, “Stay still while I clean you up then you can go back to your room.” 

She did as he said and when he told her to go, she didn’t question him. Or notice how fast his chat was going or that she’d been the star of his latest stream. 

***

She remembered her brother coming into her room and sharing a drink with her. It tasted weird but she wanted to have fun with her brother and accepted it when he told her to drink it. They played video games on their Switch but she doesn’t remember a lot of it before she seemingly passed out. 

When she woke up she was in her room but it felt…off. 

Her private parts felt tingly in a way it never has before. She decided to go and take a bath. While it was filling up she was checking her messages and that’s when she noticed a new notification. 

Checking it, it was a video. 

In the video, it began with a show of a stream message with some amount of money. The message being ‘I want to that pussy!’ 

The video then clipped to her. She was asleep and in her bed, lights on and she recognized her brother’s legs. He was filling her. 

Someone else stepped into frame and she had no idea who it was. The man wore a ski mask so she had no idea what he looked like, but what he did was what had her attention. He sat between her legs that he’d spread and pulled down her Hello Kitty panties. 

He pressed his face against her pussy and her brother got closer and zoomed in. She saw as the man’s tongue dove between her folds. First slowly, languidly, before going faster. The man’s mask was lifted up above his nose and he pressed his face deep into her cunt, sucking on her clit. 

The video clips out again and then it’s just her…and her brother behind the camera. The camera’s zooming into her pussy again. It’s glistening and her brother’s hand is on screen again, spreading her legs, spreading her pussy folds, his finger slipping into her hole. Slow at first before the pace picked up, his fingers working hard until she squirted a mess onto her bed. 

Her brother’s cock was on screen now, slapping her pussy, slipping the cockhead between her pussy and he teased her hole a bit, slipping it in a bit but not all of the way. He made his way up her body and she watched as he slipped his cock into her mouth while he played with her boobs. 

***

Later that night she couldn’t sleep. She tried but couldn’t. When it was around 3 am she huffed and went toward her brother’s room. She crawled onto his bed and sat next to his head and stared at him. 

She poked him until he stirred. 

“What…what do you want?” He demanded, groggy and irritated to be woken up. 

She didn’t reply because she didn’t know the words she wanted to use. So instead she grabbed his head and pushed it against her private parts. She rutted against him. In theory, she knew he was stronger than her and could easily push her away, so when he didn’t she rubbed against him more, trying to get the friction she wanted. 

Soon he laid back down and she threw her leg over and rutted against her for a bit. She only stood for a moment to remove her panties and then sat back down on his face. He licked her cunt eagerly until she was a mess who needed more but she didn’t know what that was. 

She slid down his front until she was on his lap. He cupped her tits, pulling and tweaking her nipples before he pulled her shirt up to expose her tits. Leaning in he suckled on each of her tits for a few minutes before he manhandled her on all fours. She felt something pressed into her pussy and moaned the deeper it went. 

When he began to thrust, she whimpered but then moaned as the pleasure she never felt before coursed through her body. She collapsed when she came while her brother gripped her hips and continued to fuck her until he came. He didn’t pull out and came deep inside of her. She felt the come leak between her legs as he collapsed next to her. She cuddled into him and he held onto her.

“Who was that man?”

“...our neighbor. He’s had a crush on you for the longest time.”

“Oh. That’s nice.” She knows he works from home, he’s told her a few times they’ve chatted while she did outside chores. Maybe she’ll go over and visit him when his wife isn’t home. 

[miniaturenightmareharmony]

My sister and I have both made babies with our brother.

My sister has a 1 year old daughter and just gave birth to her second daughter last month. I remember when he first started having sex with her, she brought it up to our mom. Mom told us both that he's a boy, he has needs, just let him do it.

When her belly started to swell with her first, we were told not to say anything to anyone, that no one needs to know. Everyone does it, but no one talks about it.

I had to help bring my niece into the world and it was horrifying to watch, but at the same time I was both jealous and glad that it wasn't me giving birth.

Our brother left her alone for a couple of months and let her care for their daughter, but one night I woke up to hear him having sex with her again. If my niece woke up during that, I was to take care of her until he was done.

He eventually lost interest in her and I was woken up one night by him pulling my panties down and pushing himself inside of me. Id never had sex before and it hurt, but he came in almost every night after that.

My sisters belly started to swell again not long after that and a couple months later, mine also started. It's very weird feeling something move around inside of you, knowing what eventually will come out.

When the holidays came around and we would go to family gatherings, everyone would offer their congrats to both of us and remark at how cute my niece is. A few people even commented how lucky I was that my first baby would have two older siblings already.

My niece turned one, and about a month later, I once again helped my sister birth a daughter. It was a lot harder this time with my own belly in the way, and I guess somehow my baby knew what was going on because they were kicking and moving for almost the entire time it felt like.

I'm now about 3 days away from my due date, my baby is definitely getting ready to be born. I really hope our brother is content with just one from me, and uses our sister for his needs. She said it's not as bad the second time but I don't want a second time, I wasn't completely sure I wanted the first time. - N

[calling-the-angels]

Not to be a misandrist, but...

*gestures to the shit men do*

[the-acid-pear]

Honestly pro ship is such a useless word outside of those who ID as such. I think ID'ing as such alone is a red flag bc it's acting like you're oppressed for either just being a pedophile or simply liking darker kinky shit which are both pretty different me thinks.

[slytherinsrule89]

Bro. The riddle brother fic was amazing ?!?!?! I NEED A MORE DARK PART 2 COZ THAT WAS SO GOOD ☝🏻✨

I’d like to say this is darker. I got some feedback to do it more non con because that’s what the original request was so I tried putting more of that in here too :)

Also so glad you liked the first part thank you so much it means a lot!!

Anyways this does include smut and sensitive subjects so if it makes you uncomfortable please don’t read it.

It had been around three days since the Riddle brother had kidnapped you and they still didn’t let you go. The chains were just as tight and you hated every bit of it.

Although you’ve been here for days you haven’t seen either one of them since that’s night. The only thing you really knew was that they were using magic to keep your body alive.

So instead of getting what you needed through food and water it was through magic. But unfortunately it only did the bair minimum and most times left you exhausted.

At this point you weren’t sure if they’d ever come back. Who knows they might just leave you here to rot instead.

Your eyes were starting to shut, the darkness from outside slipping in the room. Seconds before sleep pulled you in, the door opened.

In shock you stared at the bright entrance, eyes adjusting to the light. And there stood both of them. A cruel look inside of their eyes yet…lustful as well.

Mattheo stalked forward first before taking something out of his pocket and undoing the chains from your wrists and ankles.

You winced a few times. The amount of tugging you’d done on them caused your wrists to bleed and bruise.

You knew it was wise to keep quiet but you didn’t think they’d stick to doing the same.

Unexpectedly I was picked up by Mattheo as Tom came over with a blindfold. Without thinking you panicked once more struggling against Mattheos arms.

He tightened his grip tutting in your ear. “Do you not remember where squirming got you last time little dove?” The more you tried fighting it the tighter his hold got.

Everything went black as Tom put the blind fold on you, along with a piece of duct tape on your mouth to keep you quiet other than the muffled cries leaving you.

Not long later you had felt yourself being tossed onto a bed. Comfier than the last but it certainly didn’t make you feel any better knowing what was coming.

Your body still trembling, you felt one of them handcuff your hands to the bed. “Please no.” You begged, words being muffled by tape but by the tone in your voice it was obvious begging.

There was a chuckle from them. “Oh little dove, don’t think begging will get you out of this.” A panicked yelp left your mouth as you felt your shirt being ripped open and tugged off your body.

Bottoms being next, it wasn’t long before you were bare in front of them. Trepidation shoved its way down your throat and body swallowing you whole. Tears streaming down your face.

“No time for tears darling, you are just a little cum slut alright?” You knew that as Tom’s voice. Cold and unbothered for sure.

Hearing buckles undo and slacks being pushed down you thrashed against the handcuffs not wanting what was gonna happen. However your hips were pushed down harshly and you could feel something hard pushing at your entrance.

“Rules haven’t changed little dove, the more you fight and struggle the harder we’ll go on you.”

Tears rolled down your face but you didn’t want it to be worse so you stopped as much as you wanted to thrash and scream.

An unwanted moan was heard muffled by the tape as one full sheath had what you thought was Mattheo’s cock completely inside of you.

Cold hands met your face ripping off the tape in one go. That’s how you started figuring out who was who.

Tom’s skin was always cold and Mattheo’s was warm.

He tossed the tape aside listening to the moans you were trying so hard to hold back because you hated every minute of it.

Mattheo pulled you closer by your ankles causing you to yelp. The older brother pried your mouth open with his fingers tapping your cheeks with his cock then spreading his precum on your lips.

You mewled in displeasure leading him to push his dick through your lips and all the way to the back of your throat.

You gagged around him hard but he only chuckled and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

It was soon that both of their paces started to match up. And although your body wanted to feel pleasure, your mind was the opposite. Screaming at you to fight but you knew it would only get you into trouble. Merlin, why did it have to be you?

Your mind was plagued with so much that your brain eventually went blank and you could feel hot spills of cum dumping inside you first, then into your mouth.

When they pulled out and away you curled into your little ball spitting out the cum from your mouth letting it drip out onto the sheets. Your jaw was grabbed hard from a warm hand. Mattheo.

“Not grateful for the cum given to you I see?” The blindfold was taken off but you didn’t look at them. “Guess that’s something for next time we can work on.”

Hope you enjoy 😊

[hiddenbeks]

OH also more kotorposting bc i remembered i havent talked abt hk-47 yet. hes hilarious i love him

[lifblogs]

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Royce Hemlock/Tech | CX-2, Non-Consensual Pairing Word Count: 2551 Summary: What happens after the first scene of chapter 5 of Brother, Hold Me Up. Hemlock hungers for his creation, CX-2, and CX-2 must earn his pain meds. WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Gore

[nsfwitchy2]

SVU compensating for the last episode where they tried to convince me censorship is ok and so is releasing people’s private information just because they committed a crime - by giving me THIS episode where this older brother is molesting his younger brother and they’re in a codependent relationship where he forces his brother to help him rape and murder people <3

[mailmiocuoredipietratremaancora]

C’è questo tipo che sta studiando gli istituti post-manicomi ed è visitor PhD nella mia università, e stasera abbiamo parlato di Dostoevskij. È anche il suo scrittore preferito; ed è stato lui a chiedermi se il mio nickname (Mitja) su WA venisse da I fratelli Karamazov

(E concordava con me sullo ‘schieramento politico’ di Nietzsche)

[miniaturenightmareharmony]

I'm pregnant by my brother.

We didn't mean to, he's two years younger than me, just had his birthday earlier this month. Like, we've experimented with each other over the years, for practice.

Last summer, he asked if he could practice having sex with me so he could be ready when going out with a girl he fancies. I said okay, but he couldn't come inside of me. We got a little to in the moment and he got me to agree to just the tip, so he could feel what it was like, but he'd pull out.

I guess just the tip was exciting enough because he almost instantly came. He was still holding me down when I tried moving away cause I was mad at him, when I felt him start to move again, still inside of me. I tried to push him off, he refused, and kept holding me down while he moved. I know he came multiple times, everytime I thought he was finally done, he'd get hard again and it would all start all over.

I refused to talk to him for the rest of the summer, and some months later, my belly was swollen out and there was definitely movement inside. I told our mom and dad, they were disappointed in both of us, but that we weren't going to ruin an innocent life because of our stupid choices.

It's my job to raise this baby once she's here. My brother is only expected to help out, but that she's my responsibility. My younger sister is mad at me because all three of us will be sharing a room. They said since it's a girl, she needs to stay with me. If it was a boy, he would be in with my brothers. - A