#dubcon nsft

[transalphabf]

You’re a plucky, brave little Omega, having been courting me for a while now, even though I tried to keep my distance, thinking it’d keep you safe from my monstrous urges. But you wanted me so badly, and you smell so good. You left your window open on the night of the full moon, and that was all the invitation I needed.

You didn’t know I was an Alpha with such strong genetics that I could fully transform, and climbing into your room with large clawed hands, I did my best to be silent.

You slept innocently enough, wearing my t-shirt, thighs sticky from where you’d just masturbated to me, your Alpha.

You’ll wake up with my huge tongue pressing into your tight little cunt, screaming out, but nobody will come for you. My tongue’s so thick, so long and slick that you feel it press against your cervix as I enjoy the sounds you make, lapping at your inner walls. My cock’s huge now, easily thirteen inches. You have no idea who I am, but as I line my cock up over your stomach, you know that you’ll be pregnant with my pups at the end of this.

It’s only when I nudge against your chin just like I normally would before fucking you, that you realise the terrifying monster that was about to defile you, was in fact the Alpha you’ve desired for so long. And the terror bleeds into pure lust, a wave of slick running down your thighs as my enormous cock goes into you, and into you, and into you. You’ve never felt so full, and as my teeth gently scrape your throat, all you can do is whimper and pant as I breed you. It’s so good, it’s inescapable, and you’re cumming so fast.

I don’t stop. I won’t stop.

Your cervix gave way under my hammering thrusts when you came the first time, so I’m freely fucking your womb, the bulge visible in your stomach as I keep rutting into you.

You cum three more times before you feel the swell of my knot, and your eyes go wide. “N-no, it won’t fit, Alpha!” You insist, but I just ignore you, and lodge my huge cock inside of you, and start humping you with my half-inflated knot, forcing you to cum again with my tongue on your nipples, and the feeling of your orgasm milks mine from me. Every thick pump of cum into your womb has you moaning and whining, unable to think of anything except pleasure. My huge tongue presses into your mouth, and here you are, making out with a beast that’s more wolf than man right now.

Such a good Omega.

[fluffmothy]

A small part of me can't help but want to be recognized from this blog irl

Like I'm distracted while out and about somewhere and someone slides next to me out of nowhere and starts groping me.

I'm about to protest and shake them off of me but they shove their phone in my face and the screen shows this blog. They ask if it's me and I can't help but stutter.

They say they're a fan and offer to "give me what I crave." I'm, of course, apprehensive but they already like my blog and know a bunch of my kinks so the offer is very convincing.

I end up agreeing and they take me back to their place to give me the fucking of a lifetime that I've been wanting for about a decade ❤️

[onlyfuckswgods]

Prankster classmate who you both bully each other, but its continually escalating. One week he snuck into your room and got some of your sexier underwear and threatened to sell it if you didn't give him a blowjob in the bathroom, you got a pic of his dick and threatened to spread it around if he didn't return the favor. Then he got pictures of you getting off in the shower and made you make his dick your phone background, and you got him drunk and got videos of him desperately begging to be touched.

You always give in to the others demands, you fuck with each other to fuck each other.

[beemovieerotica]

HELLO?

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Pt 1(you’re here)

Pt 2

warning: dubcon, somno, size difference(big time)

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Having thoughts about a fairy that’s the last of his kind.

He usually spends his days lounging around in flowers or by the lakeside, sometimes visited by woodland creatures.

After his species died out, he's been quite lonely. Being the last of your kind was a fate worse than death, and all he wanted was someone to call his own.

And then he sees you, a normal human woman walking home through his forest.

Usually fairies would play tricks on wandering humans or even curse them for entering their forest, but he couldn’t take being alone anymore, so he followed you home instead.

He just planned to take up residence in your garden, maybe help your plants grow if he felt like it… but one night he ended up flying by your window.

The sight of you undressing made his wings flap in excitement. Your ample breasts, soft belly, and plump thighs were a lot to take in, but he sat in the windowsill, his eyes fixated on your body as he stroked his cock.

He’d never seen a fairy that looked like you, they were all so little and dainty. You had such soft features, all he wanted to do was bury his face in your breasts and fuck that fat pussy of yours.

But alas, he was too small, barely the size of your hand. Never before had he wanted to be the side of a human. Their bodies seemed so clumsy and cumbersome… but now the only thing on his mind was finding a way to grow to your size.

As you slept, he flew in through your cracked window, settling on your chest. It was softer than he imagined, like lying atop two doughy mountains. The fairy couldn’t help but marvel at your hard nipple poking through the fabric of your top.

He held your perky bud in both of his hands, marveling at the way you whimpered under his touch.

Before he knew what he was doing, the little fairy pulled out his cock. He pushed up the fabric of your shirt just enough so he could rub the tip of his sensitive, needy cock on that pretty nipple of yours.

“Mmph…”

He stopped rutting against your nipple when he spotted your soft, plump lips, glistening in the moonlight. The fairy’s shimmering wings fluttered as he gently walked between the valleys of your breasts and climbed up your face.

He positioned his cock between your slightly parted lips, gently pressing the tip against your tongue, testing the waters.

When you didn’t wake up, he began to slowly fuck your mouth, glancing up to your eyes every once in a while before picking up speed.

It was like heaven for him, fucking into your warm, wet mouth, imagining you tasting his cum on your tongue come morning time.

He lost count of how many times he was pushed over the edge by your soft tongue, and ended up passing out on your breasts. He looked like the cutest little thing, all curled up in your cleavage…

When you woke up the next morning, everything was the same as usual. You just had this weird taste in your mouth…

After a nice breakfast, you went to water your plants, only to find out your vegetables had doubled in size over night! As you stared on in awe, your little fairy admirer sat on your windowsill, his cheeks pink as he watched you smile and harvest the plants he had tended to.

You were his lover now, after all… and he didn’t want you going hungry, did he? Especially not when he was planning to find a growth spell and fill that chubby belly of yours full of his young so he could rebuild his species.

You’d need lots of nutrients to carry his young, and he was a good little mate~

part 2?

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[vemberposting]

free use kink in an autistic way

need someone to take advantage of the fact that i will never turn down something in my mouth

we can cuddle and watch a movie and you put your fingers in my mouth. i’ll suck as long as you want me to (and i’ll probably get excited over it) until you take them out and carry on as if nothing happened

i wake up in bed and you immediately pull my face to your cock before even saying good morning. i wouldn’t complain, rather say thank you- assuming my mouth wasn’t preoccupied

spooning as you’re behind me and you slide your thumb past my lips… maybe thrusting back and forth on my tongue as i grind back into you

yeah i need that

[asexual--slut]

NEED a man to marry me, move us cross country (no job, no support system), destroy my T and birth control, get me pregnant, get me pregnant, get me pregnant, get me pregnant, and lead us in living a very traditional straight domestic life forever <3<3<3

[gilverrwrites]

Being Bruce’s secretary, a recent college grad straight from the temp agency, that Bruce has the hots for. But he tries to keep a distance because…well, you’re a little young for him. Until you accidentally ingest sex pollen and you’re looking at him, sweaty and embarrassed as you try to keep your hips from obviously grinding into your chair, praying you aren’t leaving a wet spot, because you need to be played with so desperately. He feels awful, especially after you awkwardly confess that you don’t have a ton of sexual experience, but your temperature is only going to rise unless you get some sort of relief. You need his big hand to toy with your pussy until your skin stops heating up and you need to big cock to fill you until your temperature goes down. You’re so shy about having your hot boss get you off, but if it’s a life or death situation…Bruce isn’t going to let you die on his watch.

I love being sent little stories like this, it's like a reward. A delicious little treat and I had to extend on it. Warnings: age gap, boss/employee, dubious consent via the nature of sex pollen.

He tries to keep a distance because…well, you’re a little young for him. But everybody in the building has noticed that he’s been in the office far more since you’ve been hired than, well, ever.

Slowly your duties are extending past typical secretarial work. “You should really hire a PA, Mr Wayne.” You joke.

“And have no excuse to summon your pretty face to brighten my day? No thanks.” He answers instantly, kicking himself under the table when you laugh softly in reply.

And ‘Mr Wayne’. He’d insisted on you calling him Bruce but you’d refused, citing wanting to maintain an air of professionalism, but he’s pretty sure you do it because you know it stirs an untameable fire within him that nobody else has come close to. It’s almost as bad as that tight little pencil skirt you like to wear. The one that’s just an inch above the dress code, not that he’s say anything, or that he’s even looking at the skirt of of his secretary who is no older than most of his children.

You’re wearing that very skirt the day it happens. He could tell something was wrong the moment he got off the elevator. The distinctly sweet, earthy smell of Ivy’s latest batch of pheromones permeates your office space, mixed with something else, something strong and tangy. It smells like sex.

You’re looking at him, sweaty and embarrassed. Shifting in your seat, your chair pulled up uncomfortably close to your desk. He watchs you intensely as he rounds the room. You don’t know that he’s piecing it together; the package of vials he’d had sent up from the lab and how there’s a damp patch, it must have leaked out and got on your skin somehow. The way you’re trying to hide that your skirt is hiked up to your hips, your panties in a bunch unsuccessfully hidden under your heel as you obviously grind into your chair.

You just know that his bright blue eyes are only making you feel worse; so hot and desperate. 

His hand is like ice as he presses it to your clammy forehead and you hiss, leaning back, uncaring that you’re now shamelessly exposing your soppy, swollen pussy.

“M-Mr Wayne, I need help. I n-need you.”

Bruce has never been one for swearing, but he can’t help uttering a quiet “fuck” At your display, at your breathy, needy voice and your enticingly spread legs. But he can’t take advantage of you like this.

“No. You need release.” He informs you, ignoring how his dick is throbbing, trying to sound as formal and cold as possible without slipping into his Batman voice. “Do it here, then go home. Stay there until you’re better. Don’t worry about money, you’ll get full pay.”

He’s been studying the pollen and its effects for weeks and the stuff you’d touched was an attenuated version anyway. You’ll be fine once you ejaculate it out of your system and get a good rest.

You don't question how he knows what's wrong with you or how to fix it, your mind obviously occupied with the burning sensation that's pooling through your body and making you an anxious, needy mess.

He backs up, determined to enter his office and give you some privacy but you grab his arm with a strength he didn’t know you were capable of, staining the sleeve of his suit with your slick. He can see the unease in your eyes, the bite in your lip. You don’t want to say what you’re about to say but you awkwardly confess; “I’ve been trying, I can’t do it. I’ve never done it. Please, Mr Wayne, I need you.”

He's not proud of how easily he succumbs to temptation, in fact he feels awful as he drops to his knees. Needing his big hand to toy with your pussy until your skin stops heating up is where it starts. You’re so responsive, thanking him repeatedly between such sweet whimpers as your cunt twitches around his thick, curled fingers, getting louder and louder with stroke.

He does his diligence though, trying to protect any pride you have left by calling the reception team and telling them that nobody, visitors or staff, are to be allowed on his floor until he states otherwise before he crosses the line by fixing his lips to your clit. Your whole body jerks, it’s endearing, how you want it so badly, yet can’t control yourself, can’t sit still long enough to take it, even when you grab at his hair to try and reel yourself. Makes him feel like a sick, lecherous old man for enjoying the turmoil of a woman far too young for him.

But he won’t prolong your suffering, he isn’t going to let you die on his watch. So he holds you down with his spare hand, keeping you in place as he takes care of you, his other hand plunging between your dripping walls, his mouth never leaving your sensitive clit no matter how hard you pull on him until you release all over his mouth, adding to the stain you’d already ground into your chair before his arrival.

That’s where he should call it a day, but in an emotional show of gratitude, the moment he leans away, you pull him into a heated kiss. Unbothered by the taste of yourself as you whisper ‘thank you, thank you, thank you' into his open mouth.

You’re still shaking when he lifts you by your thighs, hurriedly placing you on your desk, he’ll replace anything broken later. Right now, he needs to keep kissing you, keep hearing you moan for him. Needs to fill you up with his cock, just until your fever breaks. Just to be sure.

Brucie taglist: @wandalfnation

[illmasc]

i want a partner that’s like an animal. humping me and trying to breed me constantly like a dog—even at an inopportune moment, like when i’m sleeping, or washing the dishes. i want to tell them, “sweet thing, not now,” and be ignored. i want them to apologize for being a slave to their instincts—they can’t think straight, can’t think of anything else but knocking me up. i want a partner that is pathologically obsessed with getting their cum in me as frequently as possible.

[transalphabf]

That thrill of fear running up your spine, knowing you’re being hunted by the apex of all predators - An Alpha under the full moon.

You can’t transform, you’re just a simple guy. Your heart is pounding in your ears, and your breath is catching in your throat as you hear him, growling and snarling as he runs after you, the moon shining above as he gains on you.

A stumble, that’s all it takes before he is on top of you, panting in your face as he leans in and presses his huge tongue into your mouth, lapping at your muffled noises. The way his tongue feels just serves to make your cunt clench down with want. You didn’t expect this. You thought he just wanted to eat you.

But the huge cock resting against your thigh suggests something else entirely.

He ruts it against your thigh again, leaving a trail of sticky precum on your jeans. You feel yourself getting wet as he kisses you again- or rather, fucks your mouth with his huge tongue.

A little wriggle and you’re able to tug your jeans and boxers down, exposing your heated cunt to the cool night air.

The scent of you has his attention, and he pulls away from your mouth to sniff at your cunt, before lapping at you, obscene noises filling the air as he gets a taste, flehmen response has his teeth chattering - Clearly you taste great to him. He continues to lick, and his thick tongue catches on your cunt directly rather than your tdick, and that has his interest all the more. He presses his tongue into your cunt, licking and groaning at how good you taste. You’re gripping the moss beneath your hands, entire body on fire with how good it feels, and before you know it, he’s forced you to cum. And fuck, it feels so good.

Before you can even catch your breath, he’s pressing the huge tapered tip of his thick cock against your cunt, and presses into you quickly, humping like the beast he is, one paw gently cupping your face, the other holding your hips in place so he can pound you stupid.

You can feel your cervix being abused by his huge lupine cock, see the outline where he presses in deep, driving you wild with pleasure. It’s not long before you cum again, and again, but he won’t stop- not yet. He’s frantic, and you can feel his knot slowly starting to catch, starting to inflate.

Finally, he presses in so deep that you’re sure you’ll never be filled like this again, and his knot inflates against your g-spot, and you feel pump after pump of his hot, virile werewolf cum flooding your womb, and that has you cum one last time, your legs wrapped around his waist.

Lying there, beneath him as the aftershocks of your shared orgasms runs off, you can see his tail wagging, and he licks at your face again, pleased that he’s managed to breed himself a pretty little mate like you. 

[sophiethewitch1]

Sparring sessions with Damian would be the worst. He's constantly mocking you, trying to make you lose your edge. And he's quick too, dancing around any punches or kicks you throw. Even when it's obvious you won't win the spar, he still doesn't take you down. He'll let you keep going. Keep struggling till you're a sweaty and exhausted mess.

That's when he'll pounce. Pins you down to the sparring mats, his body straddling yours. You try to buck him off. He just thrusts his hips back down into yours. The bulge in his sweats pressing against you has the fight in you disappearing like smoke. You look up at him, confused, and he merely smirks back down at you.

"Not going to tap out?"

You do, hand tapping the training mat, even as you stare into his emerald green eyes. You don't think you could look away even if you tried.

"Hm, but I think I've earned my reward, don't you?"

It doesn't really matter what your answer is, does it? He likes it when you struggle, after all.

[sleepymccoy]

...dubcon warning

This comic is titled; If the writers of TOS weren't cowards and recognised that Spock is brimming with want for the lads on that ship as well

Featuring Doctor Leonard "Balls of Steel" McCoy

(the text clears right up if you click on it)

[wired-for-weird]

I wanna be a monster so big that it's a struggle for you to take me even while I'm still soft. Even working yourself open with a toy, even with lube and patience and pauses to deliberately relax your muscles, you're still stretched to your limit, wrapped around me tight and hot and wet.

So as I start to rock my hips, as you feel me begin to swell inside you, you start to panic. You can't break free of my grip and your struggling only turns me on more, gets me harder, making your struggles more frantic, and round and around...

You thought you were stretched before, love, but when I'm full you will barely be able to breathe around me

[bluebells-and-dragonflies]

Ascended Astarion who refuses to take your virginity until you're officially declared his consort. He'll kiss you until you can't breathe, leaves bite marks all over your inner thighs, cups your breasts with his hands and rolls your nipples gently with his thumbs. He'll hold your legs apart at the ankles and grind into you, letting you feel how hard he is. No matter how you beg him to fuck you (even with just the tip, anything at all), no matter how you plead and pout and maybe, once or twice, cry for it, he always pulls away.

You deserve something more special than this for your first time, he says. You deserve the wedding, the feast (the food you can't eat and the wine you can't taste). The softest of marriage beds, the sweetest possible claiming. Oh, he wants you, but he wants to give you that luxury more.

And so you wait. You accept the proposal when it comes and show off the ring (golden, diamond-studded, jewels so large you can't begin to fathom the price) to anyone in the palace who crosses your path. Astarion's dressmaker comes to your rooms and fits you for a wedding gown that, when it's delivered, turns out to be less of a gown and more of a negligee, gauzy and light and so sheer that it's see through. When you ask Astarion about it, he only smiles.

The wedding comes sooner than you know and you process almost none of it. At the altar, Astarion looks at you as though he wants to eat you alive. When he kisses you, his tongue slides filthily into your mouth and you nearly bruise him with your grip at the shock of it. It takes nearly half an hour for the heat in your belly to die down. The reception is worse. As you sit at your table at the head of the hall, receiving well-wish after well-wish from a very long line of people you don't seem to recognize, Astarion subtly reaches under the table and places a hand on your thigh. When you stumble on a 'thank you' to the latest guest, he trails his fingers further up your leg, igniting a path of fire on your skin. You are wearing underwear, thank the gods, but you can feel the fabric growing wet between your thighs.

He strokes his thumb over your clit once, then pulls away. When you have the courage to look over at him, he presses the digit to his lower lip and licks it.

By the time he pulls you into the bedroom, you're more than ready to give yourself to him, your husband, your lord. He kisses you hard, clutches your face in his hands, bites your mouth so the blood flows freely between you, coppery and slick, just how he likes. He slams the door behind you and rips the sheer expensive tulle that drapes you to shreds. You look fucking gorgeous, he growls in your ear, all decorated for him, his wife. Oh, he'll give you what you want.

You expect him to slow down at least a little once he has you on your back on the bed, hands clutching nervously at the sheets. You want this, yes, but he had said it would be soft. He had said it would be sweet. And it's only your first time, you with no real idea what to do. You can't keep up with him like this.

Astarion crawls over you and kisses you deep, and it seems like he's good for his word. It's everything he promised, a flick of the switch performed so fast it's like he's reading your thoughts. You help him shed his suit and start to lay back down, but then he tells you to turn onto your stomach. It's easier this way for the first time, he says, and you have no reason not to believe him, so you turn.

When he positions himself between your outstretched legs and cups your cunt, you shudder. He laughs at you, lightly, calls you beautiful, lets his hands roam all over your body. So sweet and soft for him, everything he wanted in a bride. All his, forever. And you saved yourself for him like you knew all along he was waiting. He fits his hips to your ass, lets his cock, hard and smooth on your skin, drag. He's already gotten to claim your life. Your mind. It's a gift to take your body, too.

He thrusts into you without warning, without stretching you, without checking to see if you're wet. The choked sound you make is just as much from surprise from pain. He promised, you think. He promised.

Something tears inside you as he pulls back out, slowly, and you cry out, the pain forcing your body to at least try to fight back. He shushes you, grabs your wrists from behind and pins them on your lower back. He's sorry it hurts, he is, but you do look so very pretty like this, spread out beneath him, his to do what he likes with. Innocent. Fresh.

Just relax, and it'll feel better- he's very, very good at this. Calm down. It'll feel good soon.

His pounding continues, relentless, his cock sawing in and out of you like a blade, and as the tears start to spill down your temples onto the sheets you are truly afraid of him for the first time.

Forever, he whispers into your ear. The word reverberates in your mind, his voice louder and louder until it's all you can hear. The only voice you'll ever hear again. Forever mine.

[illmasc]

boys who don’t go on birth control because you told them it’ll feminize their body. boys who believe you when you say that T is effective birth control on its own. boys who trust you to cum inside them, boys who think it’s safe, who crave the feeling of it more than anything. boys who trust your affirmations that they can’t be pregnant, even as their belly gets bigger and heavier. boys whose bodies betray them <3

[elhnrt]

cleaned up a canvas from a couple years ago of a small idea i had where a yandere type madara locks up and keeps tobirama during pre-konoha peace negotiations

+bonus nsft sketches that didn't quite make the quality cut, under the cut

if you clicked this you read the tags and the caption and know what you're in for