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diejager · 4 months

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Thoughts on dark childhood best friend!Johnny! Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, thigh fucking, somnophilia, tell me if I missed any.

He’s always been a bit touchy since you were kids, holding your hand, hugging you, kissing your cheek or even pressing himself against you whenever he could. It had always been innocent as kids, some kind of puppy-love that you were willing to give back, looking for him whenever you were out, eyes cued to look for the familiar blues that you came to love so much. You were neighbours, living right across from him in a quaint house, unbothered by many siblings that his mother kept popping out.

Your mother was sweet, letting him come by whenever he wanted to escape the hectic mess of his house, and you were the sweetest thing he’d ever known. You were so willing to act as his distraction, pulling him away from the chaos and into your safe haven : your room. It quickly became his room as much as it was yours, he spent so many nights sleeping in your room, sharing your bed with him, his arms wrapped around your hip and face nuzzled in your hair.

Once puberty rolled in, his voice deepening and facial hair growing, he started packing more weight and strength, his ego swelling with all the dopey eyes he received from girls his age and older, but they never strayed from you. He only had eyes for you, his best friend. They roved over your aging body, your breast swelling and hips becoming a dangerous temptation to him. He knew you looked at him as nothing but your best friend, the guy you grew up playing with and sharing happy moments, but he couldn’t stop the growing tent in his briefs when he jumped in bed with you at night.

He didn’t feel guilty about getting hard at the sight of you in shorts and an oversized t-shirt, it was natural, a reaction towards the opposite sex being so clearly comfortable with him. He became much more intimate with the placements of his hands, they would slip under your shirt, over the softness of your stomach and under your growing boobs. Despite your protest and sleepy grumble, he’d steal a touch of your pebbled nipples, round and hard before dipping down your waist and placing them a bit too high on your thighs to be considered platonic.

You complained but rarely retaliated because he reasoned with you that a lot of best friends were this touchy, grinding your ass when you were sleeping on your stomach, groping your softness while he panted and groaned, his cock leaking a wet patch on his pants. This was normal, he had rights to you that none other had because Johnny was your childhood best friend.

“One more, Bonnie,” he gasped, gazing at your lips, open and glistening with drool while you slept, unaware that he was rutting against your thigh, “A need one more, please.”

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konigsblog · 4 months

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okay i had a very sudden thought and i literally rushed here because i knew exactly who would indulge in me

pervy stepbro gaz, oh my god it's such a huge thought in my head. he's just so pervy stepbro coded, like i can invision it so well

he's so disgusting and gross,. always horny and practically pawing at you to help him get off. :(

cw: stepcest, somnophilia, non-con/dub-con. 🪦🕊️

whenever he comes home after deployment, you'll find him jerking off in his bedroom, watching rough and deranged porn with his head thrown back and his eyes shut tightly from the euphoria and delirium rushing through his aching, strained body. stepbrother!gaz can't help but use your panties as material to jerk off. wrapping them around his thick, lengthy shaft and jerking off sloppily, all while chanting your name through breathless groans and moans.

kyle is a fiend for somnophilia and free use. he's definitely into panty fucking; sticking his throbbing, leaking cock into your panties, rubbing against your slicken folds, his body pressed against yours. he always pervs on you while you're passed out, exhausted and vulnerable in his sight as he uses your body for his own selfish gratification, with one hand covering your mouth, muffled panting and heaving as he rubs the head of his veiny cock against your sensitive, slick clit. :(

stepbrother!gaz will touch you underneath the dining table, while you're all eating as a family. no one expects anything, they believe the relationship between you is nothing but sibling love. maybe, kyle took ‘sibling love’ to a whole new level, as he eases and sinks his lengthy fingers deep inside your hole, hand stuffed into your cotton, wet panties while you attempt to keep it together.

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flymmsy · 3 months

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Durgetash and CNC (18+, cw: consensual non-consent)

I’m actually surprised I don’t see more CNC in the Durgetash fandom because these two would play hard.

It would be the ultimate form of release for Durge, one of the only times they don’t feel completely guarded. Agreeing beforehand to allow Gortash to drug them, restrain them, anything so they don’t have to worry about the Urge breaking free.

And then, on the flip side for Durge, they have such an innate understanding of violence that it would be both fascinating and enlightening for them to be on the receiving end of CNC play. (I think they would get very good at it.)

I also think that exploring such a lack of agency could be therapeutic for Durge.

And then of course, for Gortash, it’s the ultimate power high. It’s controlling and taking. I also think it’s particularly interesting to think of CNC play when Gortash is climbing the ranks of the Banite hierarchy - reinforcing his drive to take power through play.

And Gortash would be very, very good at it too. On the one hand, he’d have no reservations and would be able to full tilt in once an agreement is made. On the other, Gortash is as much about control as he is about power, and so he would be particularly aware of keeping their play within their agreed upon boundaries.

With all that being said, god these two would be horrific in these moments.

And don’t even get me started on Durgetash CNC breeding because…..

#tw: CNC #cw: CNC #consensual non-consent #consensual noncon #breeding mention #enver gortash #durgetash #durge #the dark urge #bg3 #nsft #durgetash (flymmsy's version)

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anama-cara · 2 months

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Take care pt. 2

Boston Era!Joel Miller x you

part 1

Summary: You're a nurse working in the Boston who just can’t help themselves around their handsome patient, Joel. Drabble. Shoutout to @kirsten-1001 for the idea

Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, +18 minors dni, handjob, blowjob, somnophilia?, noncon. Reader has no physical descriptions such as skin color or body type

Someone came looking for your patient this morning. She said her name was Tess. She was pretty, in a wild rugged way. You think of her briefly as you quietly walk down the hall. Is she his girlfriend? Partner? You shrug it off. After all, it doesn’t matter, no one will ever know.

It's the second night after you first took care of your knife wound patient. You learned from Tess that his name was Joel. It fit him, you think. Joel. He woke up briefly that first day and you were able to feed him some broth before he slipped back asleep. He had a slight fever. You had cleaned the wound well, but who knows how dirty whatever he got stabbed with was, and who knows how long it was before they brought him to you.

When Tess came to visit he woke up and you listened to their conversation from out in the hallway. There was talk of "business" and your ears perked up when you heard mention of the "fireflies."

You heard a rustling and you peeked around the doorframe to watch as Tess pulled a little white pill from a baggie and passed it to Joel.

Pain meds? How did these people have pain meds but not your hospital. You rolled your eyes. Smugglers. Life was so unfair.

But at least your patient wouldn't be in too much pain now. You silently thanked this Tess person then quickly moved out of the way as she left the room.

It was nighttime now and you're finishing up your rounds. Joel is your last patient. There are no lights on in the hallway to conserve energy. A splash of moonlight from a broken-out window illuminates your way. It's silent and you can hear your footsteps pitter patter as you stroll through the empty corridor.

You peak into his room. He's fast asleep. Hmm maybe those pills she gave him were sleeping pills. He looks totally out. You decide to test it so you take a step into his room and give a light knock on the open door. Nothing. You creep closer. You can hear his breathing, slow and even. You lean in over his face. His incredibly beautiful face. You place a light kiss to his lips. Yes he's totally out of it. He won't notice a thing. You swallow at the anticipation and wet your lips as you move down his body, bringing his blanket down with you.

It's dark in the room, dark enough that if anyone is passing by in the hallway they won't see anything. But that doesn't matter, no one is here. No, it's just the two of you. Just you and Joel, who so incredibly close. You inhale deeply and smile.

He's laid out on his back, hands resting on his firm chest. You watch them move up and down with his deep breathing. He would've woken up by now if he wasn't totally out, those must have been sleeping pills. Yes, he's fast asleep, he'll never know.

You reach out and unbuckle his belt quietly, then slowly bring his zipper down. You slide into his boxers and ease his cock free. Damn it, it's too dark to see it properly. It's probably gorgeous. You feel it instead, using your fingers to shape it and create an image in your mind. You give a little involuntary moan as you start to feel him come to life under your hand. You quickly glance up to make sure he's still sleeping. You curse yourself, but you really can't help it, he just feels so good. Warm, and soft, and hardening and you can't take it anymore. You can't just give him another hand job. No, you need more this time, you need to taste him. You start to involuntarily salivate. You move from a crouch to a kneel and you lower your head over his fully erect cock. Just a quickly little taste. That’s all.

Your lips wrap around him so perfectly and you hum to yourself. This can’t be wrong, it’s too right. He feels so good, so soft and smooth. Your tongue traces along his shaft. And you can tell that he feels good too. You smile as you feel his cock twitch. Your tongue darts out to lick up a bead of precum. And he tastes right too. You go down again, opening your throat as you try to take as much of him as you can. There’s a lot there. So much to lick and touch and feel. You suck and your eyelids flutter at the taste. You slowly pull up till just his tip is still in your mouth and you allow your tongue to explore, flicking and caressing him.

You go down on him again, and he hits the back of your throat. You can’t help the choking sound that comes out of your throat. You move to pull out to cough, but you’re held down. You feel a hand on the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. “Well don’t stop now,” a husky voice says from above you. Shit. He’s up, you’re in so much trouble and… You blink.

The hand on your head pushes you down ever so slightly. You get the hint and slide further along him, hollowing your cheeks. No, you’re not in trouble. He wants this too. You knew it would make him feel good. You hum again and work your mouth up and down, pulling out moans of satisfaction from him. Your lips curve into a smile around his cock, pleased at yourself.

#dark!joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #tlou fanfiction #joel miller x reader #dark romance #joel x reader #joel miller #post outbreak joel #joel miller drabble #non con #pedro pascal smut #dark reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller fic #dubious consent #tlou smut #cw noncon

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safe-things-only-promise · 1 month

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Can you draw Doll's core in Cyn's stomach?

yes i can :>

This is fear thou. The situation isn't nice for Doll and the solver..

#lw post #soft vore #sfw vore #cw vore #murder noms #ask lw #lw art #extreme cuddling #safe vore #Fear play #Non consenting prey #Prey md doll #Pred solver

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dirtybiowareconfessions · 1 year

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Confession: there is not enough fic of subby bottom anders getting absolutely fuckin pounded and being choked out and having his unconscious body used into oblivion by mhawke or fenris or anyone tbqh this is so hot and it is a crime none of these characters are real to do it to me too

#anders #m!hawke #fenris #dragon age #dragon age 2 #bioware #dirty confessions #dirty confession #fenders #handers #cw: cnc #cw: consensual non consent #cw: breath play

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ifidiedinadream · 1 month

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can I share my cnc thought about Samy cause this has been on my mind:

So he's supposed to be coming home from tour, so I would wear a new lingerie (in my mind it's a matching set that's emerald green) and wait for him in the bedroom. His flight is late and I've already waited for couple of hours just trying to pass time by scrolling on my phone. I'd send him a teasing pic of my body that shows the lingerie with a text like "hurry home, look what's waiting for you" Eventually I wouldn't even notice that I fall asleep.

Samy would see the message while in a taxi back home, his cock already hardening just because of the picture, thinking about how he finally gets to see me in just a few minutes. After opening the front door and walking inside our shared home he drops his bags on the floor. He calls out to me, wondering why I'm not coming to greet him like I usually do. He walks to our bedroom where he sees me laying on my stomach, one leg bent in a way that makes my ass look even more great, now even more so with the green lace adorning it. After pondering for a second should he wake me up, he remembers our conversations about waking the other one up with sex. We both have already done that to each other couple of times before. Samy undresses himself and lays behind me, softly touching my skin, taking in my beautiful figure. He would press a few kisses on my shoulders but since he's desperate to be inside me, he wastes no time, only lubes up his cock and pushes my panties to the side. After pushing in my warm heat and starting a solid rhythm, he would hear me sigh out and mumble in my sleep. He would lean down to suck on my neck and thrust harder, which would get me to wake up. I would startle a bit but Samy is quick to shush me, pressing kisses on my cheek, one landing on the corner of my mouth. I would whine and moan, feeling his cock inside me is an intense feeling after such a long time.

Eventually we would both finish and find ourselves cuddling with me laying on my back, him with his head on my chest. I would play with his curls, while he would every now and then press a kiss on my chest. We would discuss everything that we haven't had the time before on phone calls. It would almost feel overwhelming just listening to his voice, feeling his heartbeat and laugh vibrate to my skin. I missed him so much that having him in my arms would feel a bit unreal.

THIS. THIS IS BEAUTIFUL. the way i imagined it so clearly 😳

#fantasies #cnc tw #consensual non consent tw #consensual somnophilia cw #somnophilia tw

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themonsterthing · 5 months

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After my car accident, after my support network showed the fuck up for me, made it clear how important I was to them, it became very clear to me how important platonic touch was.

OCD and chronic illness meant I am very touch averse. When you grow up disabled, your body is not under your control. I had been poked and prodded by doctors too often in my life to be okay with sudden touch. My touch aversion became bad enough that touch actually hurt - especially if it happened during a panic attack. People would try to hold me to calm me down and it honestly felt like being drowned. I learned very quickly to hide for attacks.

But I wanted to change that. I wanted to work on this and welcome platonic intimacy in my life. So after my car accident, I set about rectifying that.

Enter the abusive partner, who, despite us being non-monogamous from day one, could not handle the idea of cuddling anyone else. (Seriously. Just cuddling was too much for her. You can imagine how well she handled anything more.)

“You hate touch! Why would you cuddle?!”

“Because I want to change that about myself.”

“But you hate it!”

And so on and so forth. She would accept no explanation, no reality in which I wanted to grow. She could not understand my wanting to change. (It should be included that I have always been incredibly touchy with my intimate partners - since I didn’t touch anyone else, they got all of it. So it’s not as if she wasn’t getting tons of physical affection from me already. That was not going anywhere. She just couldn’t handle anyone else having it, too.)

And then I left her during the pandemic, and then, by necessity of being immunocompromised, fucked up all my plans for intimacy. So I’ve only just gotten back around to exploring it again, as I dial back my covid anxiety some.

And I am in love. I am so happy. I just got home from cuddling a sweetie I’ve known for a few years - we curled up, watched a movie, and I pet zer hair while we cackled about chickens and admired gorgeous animation.

Yesterday, I went to a museum with a friendcrush and we watched a video soundscape and i held their hand and just watched the musicians in awe. I kissed their cheek when we parted.

It is simple. It is sweet. It makes my heart - and body - feel good. Feel calm. Feel peace.

It feels so healthy to feel safe to hold and be held and not have that undercurrent of worry about expectations - “what will this lead to? Do I have to prepare for x or x? Do I want that?” It feels so calming to know that it can just be calm and sweet and cozy and still be fucking intimate.

Because every step is going to be discussed beforehand. And there will be check ins. There will be discussion. And it’s not uncomfortable, it’s freeing.

#thoughts and such #personal #blog #platonic intimacy #polyamory #queer friendship #queer platonic relationship #non-monogamy #cw: abuse #consent is sexy

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diejager · 4 months

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HI HI !!! i just wanted to request a fic of perv! stebrother! konig :D

he basically offers us a massage and us, innocent! reader would agree not knowing the intent behind this ‘innocent’ service— it’d turn into SEX,, ( you can figure the details out or just get straight into the scenario of you’d prefer )

that is all, teehee :3

Massage Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, massage, innocent/oblivious!reader, fingering, condescending, coercion, slight misogyny, size kink, tell me if I missed any.

You thought yourself extremely lucky to have an older brother so caring and gentle with you, always offering to pick you up after classes in his old pickup truck, helping you with finding inspiration for projects, acting as your model, soothing your aching muscles and always giving you a hand whenever you needed it. You really loved König despite his awkwardness and aversion to you when you first moved in with him, his avoidance of you when you crossed paths in the hall or his cold, lingering gaze on you, but after a while, he opened up, gracing you with soft affection and and eagerness to be near and help you.

You spent a lot of times together, be it in one of your rooms, in the kitchen, in the living room or in public, always so close to you and holding such an intimacy that some would think that you were a couple. Perhaps it’s this closeness that made you feel so comfortable being naked in front of him, splayed over his bigger bed without anything to cover yourself. His hands pressed down on the knot, feeling the tightness in your muscles and the softness of your skin, without being obstructed by your clothes —or any at all. König had your back oiled, stomach and breasts pressed into the cool sheets of his bed, tensing and groaning when he put pressure on a specific spot.

“You’re so tense, Spatzi,” he bemoaned, letting his rough fingers trail down your spine, feeling and staring at your arched back, mewling lightly when he ghosted your hips, “It’s good that have good hands, ja?”

You nodded against his bed, letting out a little sigh when he raised your hips with one of his big and silky pillows, hands grazing down your ass to grip your plush thighs. Kneading the sensitive, inner fat of your legs, drifting so closely to your uncovered cunt, teasing you a little flick of his thumb on your swollen clit. Your body reacted to his touch, cunt growing slick from all the stimulation of his calloused pads pressing and kneading your skin, especially when he moved down your ass or crawled up the sides of your tits, leaving fleeting touches on your perked nipples.

“Wait, König-” you mewled, squirming lightly beneath him, hips bucking against his palm from light touches, “König.”

“I know. I know,” he mumbled out, his tone wearing a slight edge of condescension, “Let me help you, Spatzi.”

You mewled lowly, your body too relaxed into his sheets to do anything against him but mewl out your objections and writhe beneath him, legs numb to the point that all you could do was give him light nudges. Shushing your cries with growling words, his fingers slipped down your slit, thumb nudging at your clit and rolling it before he dipped a thick finger into you. You moaned, gushing around him the moment he pressed his finger knuckle deep, your virginal walls unused to having a thick and rough finger curling inside of you.

You’ve fucked your self with your hand before, unable to stop the brewing flame in your core, but one finger of his equalled to two of yours, it filled you to the near brink, pumping and tapping your g-spot without fail. Your body moved on its own, ass raising lightly to coax König faster and harder, riding his hand for more stimulation than his muscle-deep massage. He nearly sneered at you for being so eager to want to come around his fingers, his sweet and innocent step-sister vulnerable and pliant for him. Giving you a few rough pumps, you gushed, soaking his palm with slick, rutting against his hand and screaming into his sheets, fingers clenching and body tense, thrashing and arching.

Your slick rolled down your thighs, wetting his bed with your salty and musky cum, gifting him with something to relieve himself with for the next days. You were complexly limp, after a massage and a mind-blowing orgasm, you felt boneless and aroused and floating on ecstasy.

“See?” König growled out, body pressing down on you to reaffirm his previous words, ”I know how to help you. I know better, Spatzi.”

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konigsblog · 5 months

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stepbrother johnny... ☀️

trigger warnings; stepcest, dub-con/non-con, slight age gap (20s-early-30s), power dynamic, coercion, manipulation, intoxication, blackmail.🪦🕊️

mdni - strict 18+ only. (tell me if i missed anything.)

stepbrother johnny adores the power and authority he has as your older brother. he can manipulate and gaslight you so damn easily, and you just listen sometimes well because, well... you trust him, don't you? your stepbrother always claims to know best, that he's doing the best for you. just relax that pretty head and let him make the choices for you.

after going back and forth, dropping comments in the hopes you'll catch on, he eventually becomes frustrated with your stupidity and obliviousness. as your stepbrother, he claims that what he's doing is to protect you, so when he begins to spread your soft things, you relax, thinking nothing of it.

the soft sensation of his warm tongue pressed against your clit left you uncomfortable; shifting in your seat uncomfortably, wriggling from his tight, painful grip. every time you obeyed johnny, he praised you - curling his tongue inside your slicken, drooling cunt and finger fucking you into stupidity... ‘til you were unable to move from exhaustion and pleasure, letting him do it despite the guilt and shame pulling at your core. you mistook it as pleasure, your core tightening with delirium - but, deep down, a part of you knew that this wasn't what you wanted. :(

yet you continued; shaking and whimpering when you felt the wet texture of his tongue against your clit, suckling at it whilst looking at you through half-lidded, light blue eyes - those eyes always managed to convince you, coercing you into dropping your panties to the ground, allowing your stepbrother to use you like a toy.

like the time he had you ride him while drunk out of your mind. you were vulnerable, and you were both home alone. you, having just come back from a college party, getting a little too drunk and falling for his promises. you bounced on him, weeping because a part of you left you scared and emotional - perhaps knowing you were being taken advantage of. yet, johnny adored the sight, the perfect sounds; the sound of your sloppy cunt and sticky ass sticking and colliding with his thighs and balls had him grunting out. he had a grin stained on his face, lazily watching you ride him so well, taking each inch like you were made for it.

he couldn't help but take a few videos, to use as blackmail against you when you misbehaved or disobeyed his orders and demands...

#soap x reader smut #soap x you #soap x reader #soap x y/n #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #cod soap #soap call of duty #soap cod #stepcest cw #tw: stepcest #tw: non con #tw noncon #tw dubious consent #tw dubcon #dark cod #tw: dark content #dead dove fic #dead dove do not eat

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kxllerblond · 14 days

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Besties of the RPC, we have to have a serious sit down about self-negativity and what that does to you and the people around you and on your dash.

We've all got our rules (silent or otherwise) about not wanting to be around the people that vague constantly like 'Oh, nobody likes me. nobody wants to write with me. I'm so hated. I'm trash. I'm so dumb.' types because, more often than we'd like to see, they don't really believe that and are pity baiting.

BUT! Obviously, some do believe it. Some are legitimately struggling with those feelings and I cannot understate enough how important it is to ignore yourself when you have those thoughts and to distance yourself from those thoughts, how damaging it is to not only repeat them to yourself but post them publicly. It all but guarantees this repetitive and downward spiral of self-negativity.

I used to be extremely bad with it (and I still slip up sometimes). But I have found since I stopped so readily speaking poorly about myself, those negativity loops have lessened. I've seen several methods of counteracting it, some even going so far as to go the complete opposite in tone. From 'Oh, I suck.' to 'Oh, I'm literally the best.'

I personally will sit here and tell myself to 'stop being mean rn >:('. If I start to type something up, I make sure to draft it. 99% of the time, when I come back to it later I no longer feel that way because it was irrational from the start. There are ways to lessen the mean thoughts and I firmly believe it starts with how you talk about yourself to yourself and how you talk about yourself around others.

I love y'all parasocially and I want the best for you and it does pain me to see you beat yourself up and do so constantly. But I also need to protect my own peace so that I myself don't end up relapsing back into this mentality I've fought so hard to get out of and stay out of. If it persists on my dash without tags to block at the very least, I'm going to have to do what I need to do for myself and my well-being.

If you're struggling with mental health, pleeeeease see a professional and if one isn't available to you, please try and seek out resources to at least help you understand your irrational thoughts and potentially find more healthy coping mechanisms for. I promise, promise watching some informational videos from licensed psychologists on youtube is going to be better than sitting on tumblr and venting self-loathing into the void and spiraling.

#personally ive been enjoying healthygamergg on youtube! he actually has a video #on venting and what it actually does for you and the people around you #i know it seems harsh but im an individual who struggles too. i can send you good wishes and hope for the best #but i cannot simply sit here and be a non consenting witness to you tearing yourself down constantly #you exist and so you matter by default. full stop. it pains me that some of you feel like there's standards to meet #in a hobby no less. that constitute whether or not you are deserving of that existence. existing isnt earned. it just is.#cw mental health #(;psa)

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direnightshade · 2 years

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You know the evil Kermit meme? Yeah. Imagine me like that asking you to write more mean!daddy Charlie

Ask and you shall receive, my friend!

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Gendered (F) Pet Names, Light CNC, Mentions of Birth Control (or lack thereof), Breeding Kink, Light Choking Word Count: Don't even ask. I rolled out of bed and wrote this in my drafts like the gremlin that I am.

Today has been...hellacious, to put it quite mildly. From the moment the second hand pushed to Nine AM, Charlie has found himself stuck in wall to wall meetings with barely a minute to breathe in between. By the time that he is finally released, the heat and humidity of a New York mid-summer's day has long since settled in, leaving the collar of his dress shirt sticking to his neck.

When he arrives back to his apartment he is tired, irritated with the heat only made worse by the commuters that piled onto the train with him. The suit jacket that has long since been shed and draped over his forearm is now folded over the arm of the sofa, his tie loosened to hang beneath the first few buttons of his shirt that have now been undone, and his sleeves rolled up to just above his elbow. When he emerges from the apex of your thighs, his hair a mess from where your hands have delved into its depths, Charlie's lips and chin are glossy with the coating of your arousal.

A hand remains on one of your thighs, fingers giving a dangerous squeeze in silent warning to keep those legs of yours apart—to keep yourself on display for him whilst he frees his cock from the rapidly constricting confines of his suit pants.

Charlie is practically vibrating with the need to be buried in the welcoming, tight warmth of you but like always, he practices a careful control as he glides his cock along your slippery folds. He can always tell when you're on the verge of begging for him, for his cock, to be filled in all ways with him; your legs shake around him with anticipation and you're all but writhing beneath him as he continues to tease.

"Daddy," you whine, the sound music to his ears.

Like always, he responds not with words, but with actions. When his cock glides downward once more and the head catches at your entrance, he pushes in, stopping only once he's buried to the hilt. It's a near painful stretch each time that he does this, but it feels like no time at all until he feels you relaxing around him, stretching to accommodate his girth.

Fuck, you're so tight, so wet—despite all outward appearances it's always so fucking hard for him to stave off the impending orgasm that builds so rapidly. The feeling is only made worse when he finally speaks and your body responds so fervently.

"Where do you want it, sweetheart," he asks between panted breaths, the rapid snap of his hips driving you further up the bed.

"Here," you respond with a finger pointing towards your mouth.

Charlie watches as you make a show of it, presenting your tongue to him in promise that you'll take every last drop like the good girl that he knows you can be.

A large hand settles against your neck, applying no pressure as his thumb presses against your tongue. Charlie slides the digit further into your mouth until your lips close around it and he feels you suck.

His head shakes, hips still continuing with their rapid cadence. "No," he says abruptly, pulling his thumb from your mouth to encircle his hand around your throat now. "Think I'll cum in you today, Princess."

He doesn't miss how your cunt constricts around his cock, the sensation causing the movement of his hips to stutter in their rhythm.

"Daddy, no, you can't," you weakly protest in a speech that you've given dozens of times before this; this is what he likes to hear, you know, to hear you protest even though you mean absolutely none of the words that leave your mouth. "I'm not on birth control."

The fingers around your neck constrict, applying a pressure that does not yet prevent a shortage of oxygen to your lungs. He's so fucking close, the coiling sensation in the depths of his stomach tightening in anticipation of the inevitable release. "Careless girl," he groans, the hand at your thigh now sliding upward until he is gripping your hip with such force that it is likely to bruise come morning. "Going to put a fucking baby in you—"

"No!" In spite of the false objection, a string of moans falls freely from your lips, urging Charlie on.

"Yes," he replies with a forcefulness that seems to match the drive of his hips.

It is when you cry out with yet another round of dissent that Charlie comes with a guttural groan, hips stuttering and then stilling entirely, his cock pulsing avidly within your warmth.

#Charlie Week #Charlie Barber #Daddy!Charlie #Mean Daddy!Charlie #Charlie Barber x Reader #Daddy!Charlie x Reader #Mean Daddy!Charlie x Reader #cw: daddy kink #cw: breeding kink #cw: mentions of birth control #cw: CNC #cw: consensual non consent #cw: choking #cw: pet names #cw: gendered pet names

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manticore-fangs · 2 months

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i feel like a sick fuck for liking non-con & dub-con.

#cw: non con #tw noncon #tw dubious consent #tw dubcon

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ifidiedinadream · 3 months

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So I woke up not even 15 minutes ago and ny mind already chose to be brutal. It's kinda hc stuff including cnc and non-con rape elements so I wanna warn about that just incase. Obviously just delete this if this makes you uncomfortable.

This is quite long and turned into a writing with smut???? I don't even write? Anyways bare that in mind if this is terribly written 😂

I thought about dating Aleksi. You would be alone at home because Ale went to the studio to work on some songs with the band. You were tired so you were napping on the couch when he comes back, but he brought one of the guys with him for a visit. (I don't have anyone specific from the band in mind but maybe Olli or Joonas? could be anyone tbh)

They find you sleeping while laying on your stomach. You aren't wearing that much, just panties and an oversized t shirt. Your other leg is bent making your t shirt ride up to your middle and giving a great view of your ass. Your boyfriend Aleksi's thoughts are filled with flashbacks of the time you two discussed about wanting to try a threesome but you eventually chickened out cause you're a bit shy so the thought was a bit overwhelming to you that you would have to be so bare with someone else with you in the bedroom. Aleksi thought about how disappointed you were that you just can't let go of your shyness and small insecurities cause you expressed that you really wanted to try something with someone else in the mix. You have discussed cnc stuff before and acted on your fantasies before (You both get really turned on when he uses you when you're asleep. Sometimes you wake up in the middle of it but other times you don't notice anything till you wake up in the morning since you are an heavy sleeper.)

Now he's just thinking how this is the best opportunity for you to have what you want: sexual experience with a someone else other than you and a touch on what a threesome might be. Maybe you won't be so shy after it's already done once and you won't feel that reluctant to try a proper threesome later.

He explains and talks it over with (ok for the sake of me writing this, let's say it's:) Olli and after a bit of discussion and a couple questions from Olli, they move closer to your sleeping form. Aleksi comes up to where your face is turned to the side; facing the room. Meanwhile Olli takes a seat by your feet. Aleksi softly checks how deeply you're sleeping, caressing your face with the back of his fingers. He gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead and nods to Olli that he can proceed. Olli takes his pants off completely and gets on his knees, hovering over the back of your thighs careful not to wake you. He pulls his underwear down and works his cock for a couple of minutes to get himself completely hard, thinking about what he's gonna do to you next helps him. He swiftly pulls down your panties and doesn't waste time thumping his cock into you. He starts of slow, you aren't that wet that the slide would be easy. He pulls out halfway, spreads out your cheeks and spits to where you two are connected to give a bit of a lubricant.

He then picks up the pace and starts pounding into you properly, keeping a fast tempo. Aleksi is giving you kisses here and there and sometimes he takes a look at Olli. Olli is starting to sweat, his curly hair is sticking to his forehead and he's breathing out these shaky moans. Aleksi has to admit it's quite a sight and he has no shame admitting in his mind that his own body is starting to get worked up. Bold as Aleksi is, he mutters to Olli how he wouldn't mind being under him the next time and how Olli looks so hot using his girlfriend's body so shamelessly. Olli whines out, not really expecting the words coming out of Ale's mouth. If you agree to a threesome after this maybe you have to have a proper discussion the three of you of what you all would want out of said threesome.

Olli is starting to near his orgasm, his other hand is supporting himself over you but the other squeezes your hip. Suddenly Aleksi notices you stirring awake. He caresses your face, soothing you after you're awake and a bit startled seeing aleksi in front of you, who is fucking into you if he's there? You get anxious but Aleksi is already soothing and shushing you. He tells you to calm down, you're okay. He nods to Olli to continue after he calmed down his thrusting a bit when you woke up. Olli starts fucking into you again, harder than before since he's close to his edge.

Aleksi has got you to calm down, telling you how you're such a good girl letting Olli use you, describing how needy Olli looks. You aren't opposed to the situation anymore, starting to get a bit turned on even, listening to Olli's moans. Olli let's out couple of big breaths and moans out loud, pushing deep into you and stops his movements as his orgasm washes over him.

Aleksi praises you and gives you a long and passionate kiss. You were so good and brave. Olli pulls out of you and smooths back your hair, caressing it and asks you in a soft voice if you're alright. You turn your upper body the best you can and smile up to him and say better than alright, thanking him for checking in on you. Olli hesitates but leans down to give you a kiss on your cheek as a small token of his appreciation of you.

After awhile you're all sitting down and talking about when would be the best time to meet up for a threesome and what you all would want to happen. You feel happy that you aren't that nervous voicing your wants and needs out loud, you're also glad Olli isn't that intimidating to talk to, his soft smile encourages you.

Okay how did I write THAT I've seriously not written anything like this ever. I'm gonna just leave this here and retreat to the background to, idk bite my nails anxiously lol

don't be anxious!!!!! we love cnc around here!! this isn't much on the c side of cnc bc reader and ale haven't really talked about this possible scenario happening but tbh dubious consent fantasies somehow turn me on ever more than cnc, so by me you're perfectly fine

this is hot and i want it SO bad!!!!

#fantasies #cnc tw #consensual non consent tw #dubious consent tw #consensual somnophilia cw

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diejager · 4 months

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Hiiii!!! Could I please get more non-con stepdad!König and dbf!Horangi?? No specific prompt just that. Tysm!!

Cw: DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, DARKFIC, smut, anal sex, choking, rough sex, tell me if I missed any.

“He’s so hot!” Your friend gushed on and on about how she found your stepdad and his friend hot.

Honestly, you would see the appeal if they weren’t so… hands with you, constantly touching you and bending you on every surface in the house when your mother wasn’t home. You would see the appeal your friend had for the retired veterans if they didn’t force themselves on you, pressing your face into the couch, ass arched up and your skirt rucked up, taking everything he had to give you. You took his frustration, his anger, his stress and his lust, every emotion your stepdad felt was pushed onto you, ploughed open by his thick shaft without a moment of respite.

You were uncomfortable with the current subject, listening to your friend squeal about how she wouldn’t mind being fucked by König or Horangi as if they weren’t related to you. You knew your friend had always been on the oblivious side, but never this disregarding or forthcoming of her inner most thought about the big, broad men that made themselves at home in your house for the past few months. You truly wondered if your friend was blind or just apathetic to your obvious discomfort, smiling so wildly at your grimace. You wanted to voice your discomfort, but you doubted she’d understand, shrugging you off with something dumbfoundingly stupid —she wasn’t the smartest, but she wasn’t an idiot, she just grew up fatherless and confused of social cues, her sexual drive much higher than yours.

“Have you seen his eyes? They’r so blue!” She giggled, clapping her hands as she expressed her feelings of admiration, “Oh! Or Kim’s scars, he looks so badass.”

König’s blue eyes were something you feared, his pale, almost ghostly, blues that stared you down when he gripped you by the neck, folding you in half as he rammed in, pushing the air out of your lungs with every thrust. You swore they glowed in the dark, like a beacon in darkness, a light to damnation, a broken man with perverted intentions. Kim, Horangi’s name that she uttered with such reverence, had scars on his face that reminded you of a gruff tiger, glaringly dangerous and sly, the face you saw in the bathroom mirror when he held you against the sink, his arm wrapped around your throat like a chokehold. Your naked and shivering body pressed against the cold porcelain of the sink while you took every snap of his hips, driving his girth into your tight ass.

“I’m jealous your mom got to marry someone so fucking hot!” She whined, throwing her head back in a dramatic gesture.

“Hey, could we change subjects?” You could already imagine her pout, lower lip pulled up and brows tensed to show her displeasure, but you knew her enough to get her to stop talking about the bastards that clung to you like parasites, “I already see them everyday, I came out to be away from them.”

She let out a sound of agreement, nodding her head zealously before her eyes wandered to the little display outside the coffee shop.

“Those look delicious, especially that strawberry cake thing.”

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konigsblog · 4 months

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I feel like a gooner stepdad König or Price is severely underrated and I’ve been frothing thinking abt it, if you have any ideas on it 👀

tw: stepcest, intoxication, non-con, "gooning", rape, age gap (20s-40s) stepdad!price x f!reader

your mother was too lovesick to care about his unusual addiction. he made it known, it was as if he wanted you to hear his loud sounds of pleasure, perhaps a sick and depraved desire or fantasy of his. the countless times he'd purposely left the office door unlocked, staring into your eyes while fisting his sticky cock, grunting lowly and quietly.

your stepfather, john, was always deranged and disgusting. your mother encouraged you to leave him be, that men have needs that need to be fulfilled. she encouraged to stay away from him when he was... releasing himself, but by the time your mother was away in a business trip, your stepfather was becoming more touchy and perverse.

the scratching against your neck, his thick beard as he sat you on his burly lap. he wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you down while he jerked off, his dick practically rubbing against your cunt. god, he came so hard, while drunk you were forced to watch rough pornography, whimpering from discomfort.

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