#r@pe/noncon

[x--sinner--x]

(i was so shy to see that you had responded!!!)

!!!

im so hot and high and wet and desperate to get fucking raped by you

id leave my door unlocked, my window, anything.

i sleep naked btw.

I always respond to all of my asks and I'm glad you did leave me an ask (although I'm not sure what was your previous one)

And it would be my privilege to sneak into your house at night and claim you as my own. I'll rape a baby into your womb and disappear into the night, leaving you clueless as to what truly transpired. You won't be able to fathom why you are feeling such pain all over your body, and the symptoms that point to you being pregnant. You won't know what's real and what's wrong and I'll be watching you from a distance as I see your entire sense of self getting consumed by my being.

[murdernsex]

lazy mornings 😋 (as always)

[poorlilpubby]

Force me to rape myself on your cock. Have me bounce up n down on it while you have your hand around my throat. Grope my body as I ride you. Whisper all the horrible things you wanna do to me into my ear. Tell me not to stop moving or I'll regret it. Make fun of me for having such a wet cunt while being violated. When you get bored flip me over and pound your cum into me. Pull out n watch it slowly drip down.

[prettylittle-420slvt]

fuck, something about being fucked doggy style while high is so fucking mind melting to me, y’know? just having my face shoved into the pillows and mattress while I lift my hips to display how wet I am, just being so vulnerable and needy for someone to come along and stuff my cunt full while all I can focus on is my high <3

[yourneedylilpup]

thinking of having a roommate who loves seeing me walk around in an oversized shirt with no bra and pj shorts that make them question if i’m even wearing anything underneath because of how they’re hidden by the shirt.

i want them to be a little creep who gets off on how trusting i am towards them.

who sneaks into my room when i’m out to steal my panties and use them as a cum rag before putting them back in my closet. knowing i’ll wear them even if i see the stains cause i’ll just assume i ruined them myself and decide they’ll work until i get some new pairs.

who watches me put on lotion after i shower, seeing me rub the white cream into my skin and wishing it was their cum covering me instead, taking my half empty bottle of cream and adding a couple loads of thick cum to it, loving the way i don’t question why the bottle is little fuller now, nearly creaming their pants seeing me cover myself in the cum filled lotion, it’s almost like they’re claiming my body marking it as theirs.

who can’t take it anymore and sneak into my room while i’m asleep, find me sleeping in those ridiculously short pj bottoms, moving them to the side, seeing my pretty pussy presented just for them, getting me nice and wet with their tongue while stretching me out with two fingers, adding a third to make sure i’m nice and prepared, finally getting to fuck me all nice and gentle like a cute princess, so blissed out finally being able to touch me in the the depraved ways they’ve been craving and hearing me make those sweet sleepy moans that bring them so close to the the edge that they don’t notice how rough they’re getting with me, pausing mid thrust when they hear me whisper their name, looking down to see my half awake and unfocused eyes, slowly starting to thrust again while cooing at how cute i am to be having such a depraved dream about my roommate, lulling me back to sleep while still fucking into my wet cunt, cumming harder than they ever have before right into my pussy only to pull out and watch it leak out of my hole, using thier thumb to push it back into my cunt before wiping their hand in my hair and fixing up my shorts, going back to their own room completely spent and ready for sleep.

who wakes up the next morning to see me act like nothing happend and i don’t have dried cum covering my thighs and making my bed head worse.

maybe my lovely roommate will decide to start making nightly visits to my room to test just how oblivious i can be.

[x--sinner--x]

my question is… how would you want to do it to me……

its like you know rxactly what to say to make my brain shut down and short circuit

(and thank you for your yummie response im gonna read it over and over again while i get fucked rn💙)

(you can always count on me to give you the yummiest response to touch your wet cunnie to)

And I do know exactly what to say that will make your brain shut down and short circuit for me. I know you are begging to know what it is I'm going to say, your mouth watering at the very thought. Very well, I'll indulge you in my thoughts.

I'd like for our meeting to be completely random. Maybe you are a friend of one of our mutual friends and they introduce us to each other. I'll quite immediately take a liking to you. Maybe start obsessing over you as I stalk your social media and memorize what things you like or passionate about and your dislikes as well. I create a mental picture of you in my head and I'll begin to fantasize about what I can do to you.

Out of the blue I'll text you that I want to meet. Just the two of us. I had hoped you would take the bait, and just as I expected, you let your guard down and allowed yourself to meet me. We meet in a park and I ask you to take a jog with me through the forest trail which is frequented by a lot of people, but still it's a very big forest, enough to get lost in if we were to go in the wrong direction.

Little did you know that forest was my dwelling grounds and I know the entire layout of the forest and know a few sweet spots I can take you to have my way with you. I offer you my water bottle when we both get tired, and you take a sip of it and start feeling unconscious. I had brought it all along to entrap you.

I literally drag your unconscious body through the woods to a secluded location I know very well and help you off your clothes and have my way with you. And you can't even resist my advances as you are so knocked out to notice. I loved the way your breasts move up and down as i thrust into you, and how tight your pussy is. I get intoxicated by your smell and leave bite marks all over your skin and i loved how your skin tasted in my mouth. Once I'm done pumping my fill of cum inside your tight pussy until it starts to leak out of you, I leave you there naked, freshly bruised, your cunt leaking cum out of your hole, all lost in the forest.

[dumbdykedog]

wish men i ring out at work would just randomly grope me or make more misogynistic comments towards me or like maybe bend me over the counter and break me and show everyone what a whore i am and start inviting more and more people to use me and uhh uh i mean uhhh 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[diejager]

not exactly a specific prompt or anything but - could you write more stepdad!könig and dbf!horangi pls? 👉👈

Cw: DUB-CON/NON-CON, DARKFIC, STEPCEST, AGE GAP public sex?, exhibitionism, fingering, under the table, mention of forced piercing, rough sex, unprotected sex, PinV, mention of anal sex, tell em if I missed any.

You jerked, dropping the fork in your hand and biting your lower lip to stop a moan from slipping through between them. Unfortunately, the sudden click of your fork and you shift in expression worried your mother, making her question you, brows furrowed and lips pursed into a frown. She was worried, you knew she was, but that was the last thing you had on mind, neither her quiet quarry about your health and unpredictable act, nor König’s piercing eyes and the food that was now sprayed on the table.

What truly worried you was Horangi and your own inability to hold your voice back. He looked nonchalant, brow quipped up in faked confusion, knowing that your reaction resulted from him, his wandering hand that slipped under the waistband of your short and into your cunt, pumping in and out fo you with a slow and unbothered pace. You jumped from the unexpected tap against your gummy wall, three fingers curling before they hit your sweet spot, sending an arousing pulse up your spine. You’d be fucked stupid by his fingers alone, thick and long - not as long as your stepfather, but they were better than yours - stretching your hole open to take his cock later that night.

“I’m ah-okay, mom,” you smiled shakily at her, hand gripping tightly around your knife, tremors wracking your body as you swallowed down moan after moan. “Just a stomach ache.”

“Oh dear, do you need to lay down?” She frowned good-naturedly, the skin on her brow wrinkling.

“Yeah,” you internally cheered, you’d be able to get away from this situation until later, when you’d be stuck under Horangi, ”Thanks mom.”

You were gagged, mouth stuffed with a soiled pair of your panties, drooling around your thong, down your lips while you wailed. You were stuffed with cock, legs jerking with every push of Horangi’s cock, walls forcibly pried open to take his thick shaft and his prettily trimmed pubes rubbing your swollen clit. You felt his cock carve the walls of your cunt to fit his girth, thicker in the middle with a petty and angry head and veins crawling up the shaft. It cured lightly, light enough to stand between his legs, but heavy just enough that you could feel it weigh you down, pounding away at your crumbling resolve.

He was panting, a husky and laboured breathing on your neck, his hot breath hitting you as he kissed down your shoulder, teeth scratching your soft and tender flesh, weak under his sharper teeth. He hungered for more; he lusted for eternal pleasure. Suckling the curve of your collar, teeth skimming the swell of your jostling breasts, nippled flared and wet from his manhandling. He dove back in, lips wrapped around your least swollen nub, sucking as if he was trying to milk it of all substance. You cried out when he bit down, sinking his fangs into the fat of your chest before he unlatched himself with a wet pop, leaving the indentations of his mouth on you. Then he did the same to your other tit, mind keen on fucking you, his dick ramming into you roughly while he gave attention to your sore nipples.

“Fuck, imagine these pierced,” he chuckled dreamily, a low, addicted daze in his mind, dreaming of piercing your nipples himself, “Wouldn’t you like that?”

You shook your head frantically, dreading giving them mor to use against you, more leverage to make your body betray and succumb to their whims, especially with how often your stepdad’s at home. You struggled under him as if to prove your point, feet kicking around his narrow waist, the scarred flesh a touch different from the rest of his body, pulling at the restraints keeping your hands tied to your headboard —his belt. You let out a ragged and angered scream, silenced by the gag but your body still shook with the force behind it, teary eyes closed while they rolled back in reluctant pleasure.

Horangi’s chest rumbled, a smile stretched awkwardly by the tiger-like scars on his face. In retaliation, he gave a few hard thrusts, rocking your bed against the wall, his cut head kissing your bruised cervix after brushing against your sweet, gummy wall. It punched the air out of your lungs, leaving you heaving and gasping for air, fully at the mercy of your stepfather’s friend-

“Ja, she would look so pretty,” König’s sudden appearance scared you, his mocking coo and statement reaffirming Horangi’s thought.

Your closed around Horangi, flinching away as much as you could in your restrained state, your fear and trepidation made you tighter and wetter, slick suddenly bursting around Horangi’s leaky cock. You could hear your stepfather move, his purposefully-loud steps booming in your ear, but you couldn’t see him, eyes rolled so far back in an explosive release. You felt the bed shift under him, dipping to a side while he loomed over you both, looking at your swollen nipples as if he was admiring how pretty they’d look if he had you pierced them, a rod straight through your round nub.

“Sehr hübsch, Schatzi,” he hummed, his rough hand sliding down the curve of your navel where he could feel every hard thrust and found your clit, rolling it with a big finger, “Or a piercing here, on your little clit.”

König smiled handsomely, a brazenly hungry stare covering his threatening and dominating composure. His ice blue eyes squinted mirthfully, gleaming with a dark urge, something that demanded control, that wanted submission and subservience from you. He’d fill that rimmed hole of yours after Horangi’s done with your pussy, spreading your ass around his thick and veiny cock that pressed uncomfortably against his briefs.

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[prettylittle-420slvt]

thinking about how cute I’d look as you force me to take hit after hit after hit of whatever you brought and lit up for us, get me high to the point of no return as you make sure I can’t register your hand sneaking into my pants, getting me all nice and wet and needy before you start getting our clothes off, paying zero attention to my giggles as you admire how much more sensitive and horny I get with all the weed you’re flooding into my system before you decide you’ve had enough and you finally start fucking me just like you’ve always wanted to, isn’t that right daddy? you’ve been waiting so long to finally take whatever you want from your little girl, it’s only fair you go as hard and fast as you want

[darkfantasysworld]

F!reader x M!cecaelia (half human, half octopus)

Reader is assaulted and used as an incubator for the cecaelia's eggs.

You went to the beach and got in the water, you went out further than you wanted. You turned around to look at the shore and started walking when you felt something grab your thigh, you looked down but were already too late. It dragged you underwater, you tried to fight back but it was too strong and you passed out. When you awoke you felt something in your bikini bottoms, it was rubbing against your most sensitive place, you tried to protest but a thick tentacle was forced in your mouth, preventing you from speaking. "You're mine now," A deep voice whispered in your ear "I'm going to make you a mother." the voice said, low and menacing. You tried to cry and struggle but the unknown male had a strong hold on you.

You felt something slid into you and you cried out although it was muffled by the thick tentacle. You tried to struggle again, crying and thrashing, you tried to say you didn't want this but it was too late. "My ovipositor tentacle won't hurt, just be a good whore." The male said, the ovipositor attached to your cervix and you felt small round objects being forced past it. You cried more as your legs were spread open and a second tentacle moved under the fabric of your bikini bottoms, this one had a sucker that immediately attached to your clit, sucking it. You watched as your stomach got bigger from those small round objects, you felt helpless but the feeling of your clit being sucked made you whimper with pleasure.

It didn't take long before the ovipositor tentacle removed itself from you but it was replaced with a human cock, his hand pulled you bikini bottoms aside so you could see everything a little better. You cried out as it stretched you. "You're perfect.. so tight.. filled my eggs.. just let me properly fertilize them.." the voice said, strained with desire as he moved his hips. The tentacle in your mouth was finally removed and you moaned but started begging to be let go, you didn't want this. "Shh.. you're mine.. all mine.." The male responded to your pleas. He went faster, harder, he hit all the right places, you couldn't help but let out involuntary moans. Suddenly you felt a warm substance as he slowed his thrusts, his hips still moving, he was determined to make you cum as well even if he didn't last as long as you.

You tried not cum but with him still going and his tentacle sucking your clit you ended up cumming, feeling disgusted with yourself as the pleasure subsided. "Why… why me…" You cried as he laid you on a bed. "Because you're beautiful, plus no one else goes that far into the water." He kissed your neck and rubbed your stomach, full of his now fertile eggs.

Part 2?

[intofuckedupthings]

Force me as if you didn’t promise me love,care and sweet nothings.

Make me regret trusting your stupid sweet lies.

[deerboybreeder]

LONG fucking fantasy below the cut whoops. Tw for rape, drugging and stalking ♥️

I move to a small town in the middle of nowhere to completely restart my life. The community is small and tight knit, but thankfully extremely accepting, so me being trans is a non issue! Or at least, people have the decency to not say anything about it to my face. I feel welcomed in this town, though I spend a lot of my time improving the patch of land I moved onto and less talking to residents, even though I've met nearly everyone.

I start getting letters in the mail, complimenting me in sweet, flowery language. It makes me feel special, but there's no return address, so I can't write back. But over time, the letters get more possessive. Once, the letter describes my body fairly graphically, in all the most complimenting ways, but it's clear they saw me working shirtless in my garden, tits free to the wind. My land is huge and fenced in, someone would have to have jumped my fence and gotten very close without my noticing to see me doing that.

I start spending a little less time at home and more time in town, hoping to make some connections to keep my mind off my "secret admirer", who started recently describing how beautiful and motherly of a man I would make swollen with his baby. I don't tell anyone about it, embarrassed by the content, and the fact that despite the obvious escalation, it makes me wet to think about all this attention. I'm not beloved by the town, but I make a few good friends.

One day, a year to the day I moved into town, a package shows up at my door. Its from my secret admirer, a very small bottle of wine with a letter attached. Praising all my accomplishments this year, in detail, in order. Singing my praises and wishing for even more in the upcoming year. Against my better judgement, I accept, and take the wine inside.

I generally am a lightweight when it comes to alcohol- I learned that recently, out with friends at the local bar. One had bought me a drink and I needed help home afterwards, and the friend that bought me the round felt so badly about my state he walked me home himself. But I had nothing else to do that day, so I poured myself a glass anyway.

I don't drink often, so I didn't recognize right away that something was wrong. Didn't notice that I was fading in and out of consciousness on the couch until one moment I was watching a documentary on wilderness survival, and the next it was about space travel. My body was heavy, I could barely move, so the couch would have to do that night.

I almost chalked it up to overindulgence when my front door opened.

It was a small town- I had no reason to lock my door. Even my secret admirer hadn't made mention of wanting to break in, just lamented that they couldn't work up the courage to approach me first. But apparently, this was how they chose to do it.

I yelled, a slurred and disoriented thing. Time was runny, and I didn't even have time to process running before they were on me. A mask, sunglasses and a ball cap obscured my attackers face, hair seeming meticulously tucked into the cap to further obscure their identity.

I tried to struggle, but I'm small and they're much bigger- not to mention the wine that I realize must've been drugged. They shush me, clearly altering their voice so I wouldn't know who they are- small town, after all.

They pull up my shirt, tangling me in it and covering my face so I can't see them. Everything is running together, and at some point they've taken my pants off too, Im lying naked before them. Everything narrows down to sensations that run together. A mouth sucking on my nipple, my attackers hands running reverently down my body. They're murmuring words I can't understand because my head is swimming from the spiked drink. Their fingers find my wet and waiting slit, and they thumb over my tdick, and despite myself I make a strangled noise.

Then, I am aware of their cock at my entrance, and I get another burst of fighting, but it's useless. They shush me, kissing the side of my face through the fabric of the shirt around my face, and promise to be gentle as they push themself into my dripping cunt. They moan openly into my ear, muffled by the shirt, and start playing with my tits while they rape me.

Everything is blurry, I keep slipping in and out of consciousness, only to wake up and find that they're still fucking me. They whisper praises, saying they wish they'd done this a year ago when I first moved in, how much of a tease I was working in my garden shirtless or changing in front of the window. How we were going to be so happy together, how excited they were to realize I had a womb they could fill. How they'd start with one, but they knew I would look heavenly round and heavy with their baby for the rest of my life.

I don't know how much time passed, them using my pliant body like a cocksleeve. They were mostly true about being gentle, aside from the bruising on my hips where they held me down. They came against my waiting cervix at least once, but it all ran together for me. After cumming inside me, they gently rubbed my stomach over my womb, scratching the trail of dark hair that sprouted over the year taking testosterone.

I wanted to cry, but they stayed inside me growing soft for a while, gently fondling me or kissing my body. Eventually, I blacked out entirely.

The next morning I couldn't pretend it was a dream- I was left tangled up in my clothes, though a blanket from my room was draped over me and my TV turned off. My cunt was sore and I had the world's worst hangover. I stumbled to the shower and tried not to throw up.

I didn't want to be alone, so after my chickens were fed I went down to the friends house who helped me home that night. He had been so kind, and we'd started getting close. He had even dismissed a mutual friend making a joke about taking advantage of me the night he helped me home- he'd just helped me to my bed and left. I could trust him.

He knew something was off the moment he saw me, and ushered me inside. He got me water from his fridge, and sat down with me to let me talk.

I told him everything. First about the rape that night, then elaborating to the stalker in tears. He looked horrified, and let me sob in his arms. He was so kind to me, so good to me. I told him I didn't want to be alone. He offered to move in with me for a little while, to make sure nothing else happened. I agreed immediately, and he started packing up his things right that second.

His time spent moved in was nice. I got up early for my chickens and garden, but somehow he was always up earlier, making me coffee and breakfast. Some days he even watered my plants for me, just to be kind. He was sweet, always there to support me. He slept on the couch with no complaints, and even held me close when a noise outside had me convinced the stalker was going to break down the now locked door and rape me again.

The admirers notes slowed. They first were promises of coming back again, to see my "beautiful fertile body" up close again. Then threats when my friend moved in. Then nothing. I thought the nightmare was over.

I had chalked up the throwing up to a traumatic response and the drugs working their way out of my system. When it continued I didn't think much of it. Attributed the weight gain to my friend fussing over me and making sure I ate well. But the slightly round look of my stomach unsettled me, so I bit the bullet and took a pregnancy test.

Positive.

I was in hysterics when I saw the lines, and my friend ran into the room asking if I was hurt. I just shook my head and showed him the test, and he took me into his arms. We both know by this point it was too late to abort in the state this town was in, and travel costs put it out of the question if I could go out of state to have it done.

My friend assured me that it would be alright. That he'd help me through this. That he'd even help me raise the baby if I didn't want to be a single father.

Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, maybe it was the kindness he'd shown me this past month or two. Maybe it was the way he looked up at me, having knelt down in front of me to make his promise of support. But I kissed him. I had fallen in love with this man, who'd taken care of me in my time of greatest need. And with the way he kissed me back, he'd fallen for me too.

It was like a switch was flipped, like he had been holding back this entire time. I invited him into my bed, and every night his hands were on me. I loved the way he felt, so happy to have someone else touch me after what happened. Every touch was adoring and reverent, he made me feel like a prince. Id beg him to cum deep inside me and breed me, and he'd get a look in his eyes when he pounded my cunt. It helped me pretend it was his baby growing inside me, especially when he'd put his hand on my growing stomach protectively.

Our relationship moved quickly. We were dating for only three months when he proposed to me, but it felt like three years. Gladly I accepted, and it took only two months to set up the wedding. He handled everything, insistent I just relax because he didn't want to stress out the baby. I was heavily pregnant at our wedding, and I heard a few murmurs about it being a shotgun wedding. I let them gossip- I hadn't told anyone about my attack, and I didn't care if they thought we were just getting married because I got knocked up. My husband and I knew the truth.

Those final few months were hard, but my wonderful husband took such good care of me. Doted on me hand and foot, took care of the chickens entirely, and with winter setting in soon I didn't need to tend the garden at all. This loving wonderful man cared for me through every stage of this unwanted pregnancy and turned it into the start of a beautiful life. It was like a scene out of a romance novel.

My labor was hard, but he was there through it all. Fussing over me and ensuring I got the best care. It hurts beyond words, the baby huge and heavy, but I managed. A sweet baby girl.

He was overjoyed. The next two months spent in a sleepy newborn haze, of course. But he was always there, at my side. He cooked dinner, kept the house tidy, watched the baby as I tended the chickens, our main income aside from a few residuals from some old novel he wrote years ago. He didn't even ask for sex, knowing I was healing, even if I wanted to regardless of doctors orders. But we waited.

The anniversary of the attack came and went, and he held me through my sobs. Reminded me that even if the experience was horrible, we had our beautiful daughter, and our beautiful relationship, because of it. And he was right. I was able to leave it behind.

As time wore on, he continued to be an amazing husband. Attentive in daily life, wonderful to our child, and absolutely fantastic in bed.

Nights spent after the baby was sleeping entwined in each other. His cock buried to the hilt in my needy cunt, his mouth on my heavy milky tits. Some nights, id let him take Polaroid photos of me impaled on his cock, or sucking him off, or stroking my tdick as his cum leaked out of me. I never saw where he kept them, but the idea that my body was so important to him he kept photos around made me feel good and loved. I never needed to ask with him, he somehow always knew what I needed, and I was often marked with hickies along my body from him. He said he was claiming every part of me.

A few months into summer, I felt off again. This time I didn't wait, and took a pregnancy test right away. Positive again. We weren't trying explicitly, but we weren't preventing it either, especially not with how I begged him to breed me every night. I told him, and he was overjoyed. I felt like I was in a fairy tale.

We decided to turn his old stuff into a playroom, since the nursery itself was small. I set to work on it in the mornings, while he was making breakfast. It was a lot to take down and move, so it took a while. While emptying his desk to have him move it to storage, I found a little cardboard box. Curious, I opened it up.

At first I thought it was the dirty photos he had taken of me. The idea of him alone in his study, fucking his hand to these photos when working late on a new story made me shiver. But then, under those photos were more. Candid shots of me out with friends, even before the baby. I hadn't gotten out much after the baby came, not like I went much of anywhere after the attack. These photos were old.

Then, the ones from my home. In through the windows while I was changing. My shirtless working in my garden. Me reaching for a gift wrapped bottle of wine.

With shaking hands, I set the box down. My husband, unbeknownst to me, had come up behind me. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, in a way hours ago I would find protective but now felt like a vice grip.

"What's the matter, love?" He asked, as he placed a hand over my womb, once again full of his child. "I told you we were meant to be. That you would look beautiful heavy with my baby for the rest of your life. I know you think so too. Why else would you beg me to breed that fertile, beautiful body of yours again? Just as I said before. If it weren't for that night, we wouldn't have our daughter, or our marriage. I just wish I'd done it sooner."

[nattyxilenita]

Feeling horny🤐

[suicideassistance]

I don’t want to drug your drinks behind your back— for you to peacefully fade into unconsciousness. Confused and unaware as to what’s happening to you.

I want to drug you knowingly. I want you to fight with all of your strength, kicking, swinging and thrashing against my hold. Slowly growing weaker and weaker until you’ve drained yourself completely. The back of your head forced upon my shoulder, your fatigued whimpers slipping through my fingers— as you look up to me, petrified and helpless. Your lashes flicker, the last burst of energy before your eyes roll back.

And for the next few hours— you’re fucking mine.

[prettylittle-420slvt]

what if I accidentally got myself so high that you saw this as your big chance to take advantage of my extremely sensitive and weak body? <3 you start playing with my clit as I mewl and whine without actually being able to fight back, getting harder as you make sure to tie my hands behind my back so I can’t try to push you off me before proceeding to bend me over the nearest surface and start raping my little hole <3 bullying your cock inside me as fast and hard as you want as I’m forced to take it <3 feeling the delicious stretch as I get wetter and wetter, my cunt squeezing and creaming around your cock as you laugh at me for getting horny from being raped <3

[smileymxx]

Rubbing my cunt outside in the yard. Hopefully no one sees me🥰