#consensual nonconsensual

[the-black-manor]

Walking in on a sweet little thing taking a small knotted dildo, but instead of excusing myself, I only smile and close the door behind me.

"You're so proud of yourself for taking that little thing, aren't you?"

I unzip my pants and pull out my own huge, throbbing cock.

"Bend over and let me show you what a real knot feels like."

#dom/sub #master/pet #sadist kink #free use kink #consensual noncon #nonconsensual #dirty talk #knotting kink

[repurpose-yourself]

Three Years + Forever | Fleeting Humanity

Grunts and moans echoed throughout a small apartment. Though loud and pronounced, the sounds never extended beyond the brick walls. It had started merely 10 minutes ago, not long after a worn pair of black sandals had been licked clean and neatly placed by the front door.

Patches of saliva left the surfaces moist but free of debris. Even with the ceiling fan spinning above, the enhanced airflow did little to advance drying. The young bottom had done a good job tonight. Mr. Torres' sandals were ready for another use. And for it, the twink's ass would be set ablaze by the advances of a well hung, 46-year-old man.

It disgusted the living sandals beyond no end to violated by a man's tongue like that. A little over a year ago, the former human named Lane had been the one to receive Diego's loads. A misguided decision brought upon by an ultimatum left the living footwear with little choice - either say goodbye to enticing wide size 11 feet or take a permanent role at them. Unable to part with the hardened soles, Lane made a choice the former human quickly regretted.

Diego feared his wife might become wise to the one-sided relationship of tongue foot cleanings and blow jobs the man had with Lane. To silence any chances, Diego opted for new footwear, leaving Lane unable to spill the secret. But months afterwards, Mr. Torres couldn't go without his side action and easily picked up a replacement, with the added benefit of another hole to shove his dick into.

The living footwear resented Diego for this, especially the bottom. But just as much as the former human hated it, love for the man’s demanding feet remained strong. By now, Diego's feet were perfectly imaged in the sandals, offering superior comfort manufactured footwear couldn't provide. Matching the curves of the man’s soles did little to stifle the pain, though. Just like day one, being plowed into the hard ground remained painful and disorienting.

But, being stomped on and abused wasn't the worst part. It was the psychological issues presented to the sandals that hurt the most. The former college student's home was next to Diego's. That meant seeing Lane's mother and father at times. Without them knowing their flesh and blood had become the surface Diego walked on, after a year of being missing, Lane was formally declared dead.

Diego hid Lane's situation well, even though it was essentially out in the open for anyone to see. He played along with the parents' plight, giving them hope in finding Lane and lending a hand searching for the college student permanently stuck to his feet.

Eventually these attempts to locate Lane became less and then none at all. The two lost hope and started coming to terms with Lane never returning home. After legally being declared dead, they held a service and buried a symbolic casket in the cemetery. While the former human wasn't part of those services, since Mr. Torres dressed up, Diego did return to the gravesite later and walk all over it with the living sandals hugging his feet.

Eventually Lane's parents moved away. Diego helped them pack, using their missing son as proper foot support lifting heavy boxes and moving furniture. The former human cried internally at all of this, especially watching from the hot street surface as the moving truck and its parents drove away, all while Diego waved goodbye.

With only Mr. Torres' wide feet for company and family, the living sandals could do nothing more than simply exist in a lust filled state that felt wrong but also very right. The very man that wrecked the former human's life gave the sandals purpose but also destroyed it further with the natural degradation footwear goes through.

After 30 minutes of hard pounding, Diego finally blew and cleaned up. Every visit was transactional. No love. Just use and pleasure. The twink was filled with cum and in need of a plug.

Nothing more but always less, if Diego decided so.

Before long, Diego appeared and jammed his sweaty feet into the sandals. The living footwear winced in pain as the titan's soles sunk into the abused leather vessels. As he grabbed the door handle to leave, Diego turned back to the twink who stumbled out of the bedroom, still sore from taking it.

"This place needs to be cleaned better if you want me to come by again. Got it?" Diego said sternly, digging his toes painfully into the sandals.

"Yes sir," the bottom replied immediately.

Mr. Torres promptly left the small apartment and stomped to his vehicle. A text message from his wife awaited him, asking if he would be home soon after spending the evening out with the boys. Knowing his reason for being out was nothing more than an excuse, he replied back and took off from the apartment. Another message appeared shortly after, with one emoji the two used to depict sex.

Immediately Diego got hard again thinking about sex with his wife. This translated to heavy pounding against the foot pedals, leaving the living footwear withering in pain and wishing to have its former life back...

This is a sequel to the older story Three Years + Forever.

#inanimate object #inanimate tf #inanimate transformation #consensual tf #unaware tf #shoe tf #nonconsensual tf

[crimson-nail]

sometimes i like hitting people with my silly little trigun headcanon that the direction (from the front of the scalp vs the back of the neck) of the hair darkening effect matters for independents

#vash’s hair darkens first from the back of the neck when he loses control of his powers/is forced to activate them #while conversely his hair darkens from the front of his scalp/the side of his head when he consensually activates his powers to protect #the orphanage + create the black hole bullets for the final fight #the last strand of blonde hair is at the front of his head #for knives. his hair starts darkening from the front of the scalp right away #when he also consensually activates his own powers #i think that darkening from the front happens upon purposeful activation while darkening from the back is nonconsensual/forced/accidental #this is why i like when vash has a blonde streak in the front vs knives has a blonde streak in the back post-canon #vash choosing to live (front) vs knives living bc the narrative won’t let him die yet (back) #too many thoughts. i like trigun #if you couldn’t tell

[actress4him]

Stabmas 2023

Welcome to a celebration piece for the Ides of March, featuring Kamaria 😈

Bruno (mentioned) belongs to @painful-pooch .

Contains: lady whump, blood, stabbing, implied noncon drugs, mild gore, referenced noncon touch, very brief self-deprecating thoughts, hurt no comfort

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Among blinding pain that seems to radiate from one end of her body to the other, the tip of a knife pressed into soft skin is hardly worth considering. It’s just a nuisance, another sensation to add to far too many.

She’s cold. She’s far too cold and far too bare, the unforgiving stone floor seeps into her skin like ice and she wants…

She wants a blanket.

She wants to be held.

She wants warm, calloused hands to caress her cheek and wrap around her waist and reassure her that everything is alright, everything will be alright, even if it’s not right now.

She doesn’t want anyone touching her, touch brings nothing but pain and fear and the very thought of hands on her makes her stomach churn, makes her want to scream and cry and scratch off her own skin.

But she’s so cold and so alone. Something burns in her veins that shouldn’t be there, but it doesn’t warm her. Her hand stretches out into an open, empty space that she can’t even see and is met with nothing but air. No one reaches back for her.

The knife presses in farther and breaks skin. Blood trickles out, and it’s like fire in its warmth, running down the side of her leg to drip onto the floor beneath her. There’s so much blood already. Her hair is stiff with it, dried patches of it cake her body. The smell is thick in the air.

She still doesn’t notice the pain. Not when her whole existence is pain, when she can’t remember a time that everything didn’t hurt and burning, throbbing, screaming pain encompasses everything she is and knows.

It’s not until the knife slides farther in, slicing through layers of skin and into muscle before pausing again, that it breaks through the fog. A low groan vibrates in her throat. Her head jerks to one side, and she tries to move the leg away from the source of pain but it feels somehow detached from her body.

Voices float through the air and swirl around her. Meaningless. One is shouting, perhaps, but the words are like a swarm of bees, muffled by the sound of her pulse pounding in her ears.

The knife cuts deeper.

Her back arches up off the ground and she chokes on what should be a scream. More blood runs down her leg. It’s gushing now, not trickling. The blade embedded in her thigh can only hold it back so much.

She wants Bruno. He said he wouldn’t leave her, but she doesn’t know where he is.

“Mai amachari, relintis ma nos.” Her words slur together as they stumble off her tongue. “Ey vourer moriti nos. Pralut aydeti.” A tear, hot like the blood on her leg, slides down her temple and pools in her ear.

He’s not here, he’s not here. If he was here he would help her. She doesn’t want to die without seeing him again.

Someone pushes the knife deeper still, until the cold hilt rests against her skin. She throws her head back, sobs ripping through her throat. “Pralut perlem’a moriti nos!”

Her fingernails scrape against the floor, digging up bits of dirt and half-dried blood. It won’t stop. The pain never ends, she can’t escape it. Her eyes open, letting more tears loose, and rove across the ceiling, but it’s all just a blur. None of it means anything, nothing makes sense except for pain.

Voices again. Someone is laughing, she thinks. The sound forms a pit deep in her stomach.

“-mari-!”

“Kam-ia!”

She wants Bruno.

Suddenly the knife is yanked back out of her leg, all at once, tearing sideways through new bits of flesh. Everything flashes to bright white. She doesn’t scream because she can’t breathe, can only jerk against the floor and make choking sounds while the blood flow triples.

She wants it to be over.

She deserves this.

She can’t take anymore, she needs it to end. She’s just waiting for darkness to take her away from the pain, but it won’t come. Whatever it is that burns inside her veins won’t let her go. No matter how much she wishes for escape, she’s trapped here - lost, alone, and cold.

She’s so cold.

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Translation of Vaya: “My love, don’t leave me. I don’t want to die. Please help me.” “Please don’t let me die!”

#stabmas2023 #ides of march #kamaria the assassin #the shadow of death #maybe it’s canon maybe it’s not who knows #lady whump #lady whumpee #stabbed #stabbing #blood #nonconsensual touching #non consensual drug use #mild gore #hurt no comfort #whump writing

[the-black-manor]

MASTERLIST

A collection of my erotic short stories.

More on Patreon.

Work Break - Oral with your boss beneath his desk while he talks with someone.

The Little Moments - Soft sex in the tub with your vampire master.

Bad Decisions - Your first intimate encounter with your vampire master.

Hunger - Breeding drabble.

Midnight Guest - Vampire sneaks into your room one night. Noncon.

Within Temptation - A demon takes advantage of a young virgin priest when the priest comes to investigate the church it's living in. Noncon.

#my writing #terato #monsterfucker #monster kink #wealth kink #royalty kink #sneaky sex #master/pet #dom/sub #knotting kink #cockwarming kink #impreg kink #mpreg #oversized cock #excessive seed kink #consensual noncon #dubcon #nonconsensual #inflation kink

[repurpose-yourself]

Available now! Three new transformation stories

The time has come, objects and humans. Three new transformation stories are available on Gumroad for purchase! Thank you for your patience while I found a new host for my stories.

Originally debuting here on Tumblr, the Object Express series has expanded into brand new full length short stories. Explore deeper the intricacies of transformation controlled by a company serving its customers. Whatever the reason, Object Express is ready and willing to objectify humans for a higher purpose.

While a collection, each story is available for purchase individually rather than a set.

What's included in the first short story collection:

Living As Someone Else's Shoes

Armando’s towering stature and demeanor turned him into an internet celebrity. But, it also brought out the worst in some people. An overzealous follower begged to become the hulking man’s new hightops. Despite attempts to block contact, Armando relented and agreed. But, transforming into size 15 shoes wasn’t simply about fun and sexual thrill. It demanded mental and physical sacrifice.

Available here: https://gtoliver.gumroad.com/l/oessc1shoe

A Two Person Threesome

Facing a devastating break-up, Zach did everything in his power to stay in Tyrese’s life - including giving up his humanity and relinquishing control to the ex-boyfriend. The moment of weakness turns into a terrible mistake as Zach becomes the very thing enabling safe sex between Tyrese and a one-night-stand with a nine inch endowment.

Available here: https://gtoliver.gumroad.com/l/oessc1con

Sweet Misery

Born into hardship, Logan bounced between homes and eventually aged out of the foster care system. Now an adult, he yearned for belonging, leaving him to search for the missing piece his life needed. But this strong desire clouded his judgment, leading him to a life Logan regretted immediately after a trucker with a sweet tooth laid hands on his chocolate existence.

Available here: https://gtoliver.gumroad.com/l/oessc1candy

Thank you for your continued support. It's a lot of fun to write these types of stories and even more enjoyable to know others share the same interests. I hope you find them amusing and entertaining.

Intended for readers 18 years or older.

#inanimate object #inanimate transformation #inanimate tf #shoe tf #condom tf #food tf #candy tf #unaware tf #consensual tf #nonconsensual tf

[thatwitchrevan]

Youtube reccomending me a video on why consent play is ~dangerous~ because I watched part of a video about romance books with dark themes is up there with stupid and annoying things algorithms have done to me.

#kink mention #imagine making a video trying to save people from a scary kink and posting it to youtube #savior ass complex #you can not participate in something and you can even think it's a bad idea but trying to tell people their consenual kink is dangerous is #that's just anti kink #and this was someone who seemed to be positing themself as generally kink positive #that's not educational that's overbearing #(to give context consent play or cnc is just negotiated roleplay where you pretend what you're doing is nonconsensual) #(it is still actually consensual and it's not inherently worse than other forms of bdsm) #the shame and backlash of so called hard kinks doesn't help because people will still do it just with less safety and acceptance

[cruelsister-moved2]

the lesbian bed death study was done in 1983 so its always worth thinking abt how big of a role marital rape played in the discrepancy it recorded ngl

#sooo many things wrong w that study but i never see that one beign addressed #but even to this DAY the average heterosexual couples attitude to sex is like #almost non-consensual by default its actually terrifing #and i dont think studies do a good enough job of picking it up #bc they start off by assuming everyone has the same definition of consent #like 1/3 over 65 britons dont believe nonconsexual sex in a marriage counts as rape #but honestly i think the figure would be over 50% if 'nonconsensual' included like #full FRIES consent

[oleworm]

Without warning, and doubtless in answer to some subtle sign from Abdul, the entire band of Bedouins precipitated itself upon me; and having produced heavy ropes, soon had me bound as securely as I was ever bound in the course of my life, either on the stage or off. I struggled at first, but soon saw that one man could make no headway against a band of over twenty sinewy barbarians. My hands were tied behind my back, my knees bent to their fullest extent, and my wrists and ankles stoutly linked together with unyielding cords. A stifling gag was forced into my mouth, and a blindfold fastened tightly over my eyes. Then, as the Arabs bore me aloft on their shoulders and began a jouncing descent of the pyramid, I heard the taunts of my late guide Abdul, who mocked and jeered delightedly in his hollow voice, and assured me that I was soon to have my “magic powers” put to a supreme test ...

Now this just reads like a bodice ripper; aside from the Orientalism I am surprised that he had to write it this way.

This is by HP Lovecraft, by the way.

#hp lovecraft #it reads like a white woman's fantasy of nonconsensually yet secretly consensually being carried off by foreign and masculine men