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diejager · 3 months

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Hey if your comfortable with it, could you do childhood best friend Johnny (soap) CNC?

It's totally ok if not!

Cw: Consensual non-con/CNC, DUB-CON, safe words, creampie, childhood friend!Johnny, unprotected sex, PinV, tell me if I missed any.

He smothered you, pressing you into the couch of your shared flat with sloppy kisses, his mouth finding yours over and over again despite your avoidance, turning your face away from him. You fought against him, hands pushing his chest, straining against his strength and arms wrapped around your waist, gripping onto you tightly. His arms only tightened the more you fought, twisting and turning to free yourself from him, feet hanging from his shoulder and breasts jostling from his erratic pace.

“Hang- hang on! Johnny sto-”

You couldn’t get a word out with the hard shove of his cock, body rocking back and forth. You let out a shaky moan, your body burning with how hot Johnny ran, his musk - a mix of sweat, gunpowder and soothing teakwood - clogging up your nose. It played with your mind, completely drowning you in him, you couldn’t think clearly and you couldn’t fight him. You words - complaints - were forced out as breathless whimpers, mewls and keens rather than hisses and sneers.

“Johnny!”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your body growing taunt under him as you sunk your nails into his shoulders, feet kicking and hips bucking upwards. He groaned, pain and pleasure had long become one of the same in his mind, the bruises and bloody, crescent moons painting his back and shoulders, the marks of your writhing body beneath him - whether you agreed to it or not - and your pleasure drunk face.

He rutted against you, slick dripping down your ass and dirtying his navel with wet claps, splashing your cum everywhere. He drove in with sharp thrusts, feeling your walls fluttering around him as he grazed your sweet spot before hitting home, the bulbous head of his erect and engorged head tapping your cervix as often as he swallowed your cries, lips draped over you and teeth nipping at your lower lip.

Your squirming and fidgeting were a breeze to control, utilising his trained and cultured mass to hold you down and devour you with his whole being. You whined with every snap of his hips, the hard muscles of his abdomen rippling in a show of power and strength —overpowering and dominating. You were small under him (you used to stand taller than him in your early days of high school when his puberty had yet to strike, ruffling his hair and letting him hang off of you like you did as children), weak and vulnerable, something he so easily overpowered to get what he wanted.

Your lashes fluttered when you came, your pretty cunt clamping down on him as his pace stuttered, moaning lowly as a wave of undeniably strong pleasure washed over him. He kissed you then, tongue pushed down your throat, muffling the most filthy and most erotic groan you’d ever heard rumbling out of his throat. You felt heavy - tired - with his girth laying half-hard inside of you as the slit shot out ropes of cum, his thick, white load painting your walls and invading your womb.

“Colour, Bonnie lass,” his voice was raspy, hoarse from panting and gasping, feeling the lingering pulse and twitch of your walls around him, making him throb with need. Soap’s refractory time had always been fast, as overzealous has his character, his charm and smile playing into it to woo you to love your childhood friend.

“Green,” you were no better than him, chest rising and falling with laboured breaths despite doing nothing but take his roughness, clinging onto him to press kisses to his jaw and temple, coated in salty sweat that tingled on your tongue, “Just, just give me a minute, yeah, Johnny?”

“Aye.”

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thebramblewood · 5 months

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An Ill-Fated Afterparty: Part III

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Lilith: [frantically] CALEB!!!

Caleb: [mutters] This isn't your problem, Caleb. Do not get involved. Do not get involved. Do not-

Lilith: [hysterically] CALEB!!!

Caleb: Damn it.

Caleb: Jesus Christ, Lilith.

Lilith: I didn't mean to do it, I swear!

Caleb: You always go too far.

Lilith: It was an accident!

Caleb: Well, maybe if you exercised even a sliver of self-control-

Lilith: You can lecture me later, Caleb. Fix her!

Caleb: Look at her, Lil. She's beyond repair.

Lilith: Then turn her!

Caleb: It’s far too late for-

Lilith: Please try. It was a moment of weakness. Is that what you want to hear? I'm weak and you're strong and I need your help! I'll get on my knees and beg if I must!

Caleb: [sighs heavily] Just get out of my way.

Caleb: I’m sorry, Lilith. I think she’s too far gone.

Lilith: Then get rid of her.

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 3 months

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Not sure if this is too dark (I apologize if it is) but do you think dm is into cnc?

Not at all anon! In case anyone is wondering what cnc is: consensual noncon. It is role-playing and agreed upon with the use of safewords (yes they are listened to in all scenarios when established).

Do i think he would he be into it? Hmm

Ngl don't think he would be because you are his darling love, soul of his soul, his most precious treasure. However, do i think he would be into manipulation? As in role-playing a false scenario where you "have" to sleep with him because of some made up reason like "oh no in order to save my family i gotta bang sir d.m." Yeah, lol.

He is the type to create some wild story and you are just like babe pls this really extra lol he a plot driven guy

#anon ask #tw consensual nonconsent

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cheeseburgersinparadise · 2 years

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the only reason I want to be small and delicate is so a large man or lady who is jacked or fat or both can throw me around like a rag doll and make me feel like I’m in danger when they wanna fuck me and there’s nothing I can do about it

#sexy danger #like the good kind where I know they’re just gonna do whatever they want but I like that so #I guess this is #tw consensual nonconsent #personal chub #ANYWAY #idk if I’ve ever talked about this kink I have but like maybe it’s size kink?#who knows #i just want to be used and thrown around by someone much more powerful than me #is that so much to ask #sorry for being so honey okay goodbye

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tragedybunny · 7 months

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His - Astarion x F!Reader - NSFW , TW: Consensual Nonconsent

I felt in the mood for something a little spicier.

Intimacy is the greatest form of trust between the two of you, and for Astarion you gladly give up all control. Reader and Astarion engage on a bit of CNC roleplay.

You were humming as you made the bed, maybe that’s why you never heard him coming. Sloppy ,after everything you had been you were usually more aware of your surroundings than that, and now you would pay for it. The cold steel of a dagger caresses your neck. “Be a good girl, Darling, and don’t scream,” an arm wraps around your waist in an iron grip, pulling you tight against him, the predatory tone of his voice making you shiver.

Everyone of your instincts screams to fight, and you twist in his arms, straining against him until the dagger digs into your skin, not yet piercing it though. “None of that either.” Lips ghost along your neck and you feel the faintest sting before his tongue roughly laps at your flesh, “delicious.” The arm at your waist loosens giving you breathing room, a momentary relief until that hand starts to explore your body over the thin material of your nightgown. “Wearing a thing like this, it’s almost like you wanted this to happen.” Fingers trace your collarbone, traveling along your chest to draw languid circles over your pebbled nipples, dragging along your stomach and stopping just shy of your sex.

“Please…” you plead, squirming at the invasion.

“Impatient aren’t you?” A touch teases you through the fabric and clumsily you try to get away, accidentally pressing yourself against him only to feel his evident arousal before lunging in the opposite direction. He locks you back into place against him as you whimper, “hush now.” The low light of the candles reflects off of his blade as he drags it over your skin without cutting, down to the neckline of your nightgown. “Hmm,” he seems to consider for a moment, “I wouldn’t make any sudden movements if I were you, Pet.” The dagger digs into the material and you’re compelled to hold your breath as he slits one clean line down it, any protection torn away from you.

The sound of the dagger sliding into a sheath is welcome until you’re met with both of his hands now free to play with you as he likes. All of your body feels his touch as he nips and kisses your neck and sensitive ears, leaving no part of you unexplored by rough attentions until he pushes two fingers between your thighs and delves inside you. “So wet for me,” he coos in your ear.

Face burning, you pull away, trying to flee but fingers tangling in your hair bring you to a halt as the dagger presses against you once more. “And here I thought you were going to behave for me. Kneel.” A second’s hesitation and tightens his grip before your body gives into him, sinking to your knees.

Switching his grip in your hair, he steps in front you, sheathing the dagger again and your eyes take him in, bare from the waist up. Platinum curls frame perfectly sculpted features, piercing red eyes bore into you, and sharp fangs peek out from his half-smile. “What to do with you,” he wonders as his hand idly begins to undo his trousers, freeing a straining erection. “Open your mouth.”

Defeated, you comply, mouth opening obediently. He thrusts himself inside with a goan, his member brushing the back of your throat as you gag around him a bit. Gripping your face with both hands, he begins to use you with a harsh, sharp rhythm. Again and again he forces himself in your throat, while you remain pliantly on your knees. Drool drips from your lips and tears sting your eyes as you gag around him, and yet, from somewhere deep inside, a moan escapes you. “Good girl,” he purrs, pulling out after one last thrust. “Can you keep being good and get on the bed for me?” You nod silently but he’s not satisfied. “Say it.”

“I’ll be a good girl for you,” you say, eyes downcast to the floor, completely, obediently his.

Letting go, he gestures at the bed, and you follow the command, getting on your back. Kneeling between your thighs, he pulls your arms up over your head, pinning them down. “Just in case you stop being so well behaved,” he smirks at you, and leans down to whisper in your ear, “you pretty little thing," before dragging his fangs along your neck.

They don't puncture it, not yet anyway, but drift down and sink into the skin above your collarbone, blood appearing. He laps it up, a low growl emanating from him, before moving onto the next spot just above your breast. Tiny pin pricks, blood, a rough tongue. You lose count of how many times he repeats it, leaving you covered in blooms of red.

Hips move, sliding the length of his cock against your slick cunt leaving you gasping. The sensation distracts you enough that you don't notice as he lowers his head to your breast, biting into the sensitive flesh around your nipple. The sound that comes from you is unholy as he takes it between his teeth, sucking at it and your free flowing blood. Eyes glance up to yours with a question, an offer to beg for him to stop. Defiantly, you stare back panting at the sensations overwhelming you.

At your silence, he drives into you, pulling another cry from you as you lose yourself in ecstacy. Languid movements of his hips make you writhe against him, begging for more. He releases your tortured nipple to smirk at you, lips painted red with your blood. "See how badly you wanted this? You didn't need to fight me."

The grip on your wrists vanishes but you wouldn't think of fighting him now. Fingers reach down to caress your sensitive bud, leaving you mewling as he increases his pace. Rough strokes of his fingertips build you to a crescendo as his hips relentlessly crash against yours. "That's it Love, let go."

The world goes hazy as you reach the pinnacle, and then it nearly vanishes as those teeth finally bite down on your neck. You're gone, floating away in perfect bliss, all sound and light are dim and far away. He drinks deeply, still making use of your body as his fingers wring another orgasm from you. There's a sudden heaviness to your eyelids as a last soft moan escapes you.

Gripping your hips he buries himself once last time and releases your neck. Then there's a weight on the bed next to you, and a hand softly stroking your back, but everything is still soft and dreamlike. "All good?"

You turn to look at him, not quite seeing clearly. "Hmm."

Softly he strokes your face with one knuckle. "You there Sunlight?"

Things begin to come into focus. "I'm good," you promise, not having energy for more.

"That's my girl," he kisses your forehead, "I'll be back."

The weight beside you vanishes and you hear the word of a spell from the other room as your eyes close. Something Gale made up you recall through the haze, keeps the bath warm for hours. Seconds later you're lifted up, pressed to Astarion's chest. "Eyes open Darling." You do as he asks and are lowered into the tub. "How's that?"

"Too much empty room," you pout.

"I'm coming, be patient," he removes his trousers and climbs in behind you so you can snuggle against his chest. Arms gently enfold you as he kisses the top of your head. "Everything was alright?"

You know he has to ask, he always takes the best care of you, but you have to tease him a bit for worrying. "No, you ruined a perfectly good nightgown with that stunt."

"What can I say, I was impatient to get it out of my way," he tilts your face up to kiss you. “You’re amazing my love, you know that?” This is your gift to him, willingly given with perfect trust, control of both your bodies, intimacy unlike any other.

“I know, but you can tell me again,” your eyes are shutting, but you know he has you, and that you’re always safe with each other.

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