Tag: noncon

100 word Prompt – BTD Rire

this one’s going under a cuuuuuut cause its NSFW

Rire belongs to @darqx

Warnings: Noncon, tentacles, emotional abuse


“You’re awful at this.” The words ring in your ears almost as loud as your own heartbeat. You can barely breathe because the tentacle in your mouth is worming its way down your throat and you keep swallowing, helping it along.

The other one between your legs ceases thrusting for a moment, in order to pull out and slam right back into you.

“I’ve had better dates,” The suit clad demon in front of you yawned.  “You’re by far the absolute worst person I’ve ever seen. I really should kill you now. But it’s more fun from the inside out.”

vent writing

warnings: sexual assault of an underage person, murder, (murder of the child molester), blood, little gore, abuse of the pet name baby.

This is was something I wrote to vent some feelings about being called baby by a customer at work.

Read at your own risk.

The rescuer, Kindred, belongs to @fangsandthorns

He crawled over her shaking body on the stones of the back alley. “Shh, baby.” He said, all genial country voice and smooth southern charm. “Come on, babe. You know you want this.”

She was smaller than he was. Younger. But not too young. Just ripe enough to barely have breasts and downy patches of hair where it would soon grow in too coarse and too rough.

“My sweet baby,” he crooned in her ear as he stroked her chest and between her thighs. “I know you know I love you. I’ll make it so good for you, baby.”

She tensed and cried out under him and he was so hard he thought he would explode. “Oh yeah, ” he mumbled, fumbling with his belt, “Gonna be so good for you, baby.”

There was a shadow behind him and all of a sudden he had been lifted off his feet and flung into the wall by a tawny haired and broad shouldered man.

“Shut the fuck up.” He vaguely heard through the ringing in his ears and the sound of someone screaming that he eventually realized was his own voice.

“I said,” the man squeezed his windpipe in one hand and he could feel cartilage crushing until all he was able to do is make thin reedy noises. “Shut the fuck up.”

The man leaned over his princess, his baby, his Lolita, helped her to her feet and helped her dress again before he turned her to face the wall. Her beautiful brown hair fell over her face and she stubbornly shook her head.

The man shrugged and turned. And Turned. He turned into a giant cat with dreadful eyes and growling words and then there were claws in his belly and blood on the ground and the last thing he saw was his baby watching him with satisfaction on her tiny, perfect face.