#just tw for incest??????

[skumhuu]

Proshipper = you're against censorship and harassment over fiction & curate your experience on the internet to have a healthy distance from things that make you uncomfortable

Antishipper = you're okay and even encourage harassment towards "freaks" and "weirdos" society deems acceptable to hurt

[http-taru]

i think childe likes to be mothered in a very concerning way. he'll want to be the man of the house while you stay at home and keep everything nice and clean and tidy and warm. he'll want to have you see him off and greet him with warm, open arms when he gets home, holding him in your embrace as he "accidentally" shoves his face into your cleavage. he'll want to have meals at the dinner table where he discusses his day and how hard it was, how happy he is to have someone like you to look after him. i can see him being pretty obsessive with you, monitoring your every interaction because why are you paying attention to someone that's not him? smiling at someone else instead of him? again? he's warned you time and time again about this, now he's got to get his hands dirty once again, but that's okay. he knows that even when he arrives home covered in blood you'll welcome him with that sweet, sweet smile, and tell him everything's going to be okay.

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

so five and lila being a thing is going right next to allison literally sexually assaulting luther in the box of things we are absolutely under no circumstances accepting as part of canon right

[moodymisty]

Author's note: @mothiir You wanted it, I delivered. I decided to stop poking at it and just post it or else I’ll keep changing it forever.

Relationships: Konrad Curze/Fem!Reader/Sanguinius

Warnings: NSFW, Not a menage e trois more so like you have your husband and also the feral rat man who comes out from under your bed at night fingers you and then leaves, Double penetration, I will tag incest purely because having your brother join you while you fuck your beloved is pretty fucking weird lol, A bit of breeding kink on Sanguinius' side, Rough sex, Anal

Konrad had been able to tell the moment he caught sight of Sanguinus that he was hungry.

His skin is pallid, feathers oddly misshapen. The spaces under his eyes were just that bit more hollow, his hair was limper and lacked some of that golden glow.

He has been so busy on Terra, fluttering from primarch to primarch giving greetings and advice, he has forgotten- once again- to care for himself. It's unsurprising; He's done this to himself many times before.

He’s talking with Lion now; They’ve been there for hours as the Dark Angels train in the massive open flats of marble tile surrounded by golden pillars.

You aren't with the angel, which doesn't surprise Konrad. While most of the primarchs know of Sanguinius' beloved, who Sanguinius' own sons have begun to call Mother Angel, he doesn't often bring you along when he is preforming his role as primarch.

Konrad thinks it's because he's attempting to spare you from it. To make you think he's less violent, less bloodthirsty than his brothers. He wants you to remain this gentle figure, soothing his sons with your voice and smile when they fall wayward.

Sanguinius in reality is just as bloodthirsty and tyrannical as the rest of them- he is just far better at keeping that side of him covered with silken fabrics and deep within himself, for the sake of his relationship with you. For the sake of seeming like the most human of all of them.

But Konrad... He doesn’t know what the relationship between you and him is. What to call it. How to describe it.

You are Sanguinus’ beloved; But your relationship with him started because Konrad brought you to him in one of those neglectful fits, where Sanguinius refuses to satiate in his own desires. To reap his reward after toiling so hard to save the galaxy.

But despite you being fully loyal to your angel, your lord husband, your primarch, both you and said angel have been more than amicable in letting Konrad continue to, indulge.

He’s never felt less like garbage- dirty water flowing through a sewer pipe. He knows your heart is bound to Sanguinus, but you’ve reserved a place somewhere in it for him. He is fine with that arrangement; It is far more than he would've ever expected to have. More than he would've even dared to think he could have. But he still feels as if he shouldn't touch you- you're The Mother Angel, and yet you are often at mercy to the blood stained hands of a nightmare in the dark.

Your gentle hands weave through his greasy hair; He feels the soft smooth caress of your skin.

‘You deserve respect just as much as them, I don’t believe that your birthplace should deny you that.’

He remembers a bit of a vision that had racked his mind little more than a week ago. He wonders when it will come to pass.

A vision he… Looks forward to.

Perhaps this situation is the least kept secret between the two legions; Sanguinus has hinted that his sons are displeased he allows the Night Haunter near their legion mother. While most of his own Night Lords find the situation amusing. Shang jokes that he is slowly turning their legion mother into something other than an angel- and Konrad doesn't find the jest entirely inaccurate. Other Night Lords often goad fights by making remarks about the Sanguinius' beloved and Curze, of which rarely ends without some form of altercation.

Once Lion finally leaves and Sanguinius is suitably alone, Konrad pulls himself from the shadow of a large marble pillar and starts walking towards him. He tucks his hands in the pockets of his loose trousers, the oversized cloth covering his torso hiding most of his body's shape.

"You don't look very well."

Sanguinius turns to look at him, before loosing the expression of mild surprise in place of irritation over Konrad's upfront observation.

"I could say the same about you, brother."

Raking a hand through his wavy blonde hair he adds a bit of body to it, so it isn't laying as lifeless against his face. But even after doing so Konrad can still see the dull sheen of his skin and hair.

“How long has it been since you've been with her? She’s more than healthy for you to bite her again.”

Sanguinus looks at him tired and a more than a bit irritated, shifting his tight jaw. His feathers are tight to his wings, and Konrad catches one twitch out of the corner of his eye. Turning away, Sanguinius sighs and purses his lips before managing to gather his words.

“I... Do not have the time to indulge myself like that.” Konrad rolls his eyes.

“Then make the time.”

Sanguinus stutters just a bit, as if somehow not expecting him to be so succinct.

“I cannot just, abandon my brothers- I only have so long with them before we are all separated again on our own journeys.”

Konrad lets out a sharp laugh, taking his hands from his trouser pockets and gesturing one arm out into the wide open space.

“They are not children, Sanguinus! I am sure Lion and Horus and whoever the fuck else demands your presence can more than survive in the few hours you don’t gossip with them.” Konrad gestures vaguely behind him with a pale, bony hand.

"Go. Eat. Go fuck her- do both I don't care, or I will drag you there myself. I didn't give her to you so you could lock her away and not enjoy yourself."

Sanguinius doesn't falter yet, and holds firm that he is far too busy to indulge his inhuman appetite. No matter how much Konrad thinks he deserves it; To take what he wants after so long of giving.

If this method won’t work, then perhaps he’ll have to change gears. Konrad's face is somewhat neutral and loses his previous frustration.

“You know she misses you, yes? She wants you.”

Sanguinus softens expression slightly. He's assuming Konrad has been near you quire recently, he can smell the scent of your perfume distantly around him. He had gifted it to you.

“Her body stinks,” Konrad uses a foul adjective despite the smell being the exact opposite; inhumanly addicting to the post-human men like Konrad who can smell it. “She wants you to fuck her so badly her body is crying.”

The angel looks away from him, clearly at the thin edge of his patience. In that wayward glance he notices Lion returning- but when he looks back, Konrad is gone.

The quiet of the massive, primarch sized room breaks occasionally from the sound of wet squelching, and the gentle whimpers that you fail to swallow.

Konrad's fingers slip into the wet, velvety heat of your cunt, listening to you cry underneath him. The room is dark other than a few dim light sources in the corners, illuminating just enough for you to see the sinewy figure that traps you if you look over your shoulder. You can only see him caging you onto the bed, a hand pushed beneath the blanket to pull your nightdress high enough to access the apex of your thighs.

"If you're a little louder, maybe you can call him."

Konrad jokes at your expense, commenting on your whines and gasps as he roughly fingers you. They slip so deep inside of you it's like he's finding places untouched, curling and beckoning you that your hands grip the pillows like a lifeline and your legs kick at the air and the blankets; But Konrad's weight holds you firmly in place.

He knows the angel is coming. He can hear the sound of his heavy footsteps, as the bait he had laid was too tempting for him to ignore. Konrad knew it would be.

The door opens not moments later, and he quickly shuts it behind him when he hears the soft, wet noises of your cunt tightly wrapping around Konrad's fingers, and the smell of sex hits his nose.

"Konrad, she should be asleep."

He laughs, pulling his fingers from your greedy cunt and looking over his shoulder at Sanguinius. The angel is on his last edge, swallowing thickly.

The smell in the air is sheer torment to him; You already were so sweet smelling when you were aroused, but now underneath that sweet scent is the heavier note of your body telling him you're fertile. Konrad was right.

He had done the dirty work of making sure you could take them, relaxing and stretching your cunt until your own juices were slick down your inner thighs.

You still looked a bit drowsy as you lay trapped in the position you'd been sleeping in on your belly- though Konrad had little care about waking you up with the fabric of your underwear being torn away- listening to the cute little scream you let out muffled by the heat of his palm.

"She'll be fine. Come here."

The tired angel stands firm, despite the way the knot of his throat bobs when he swallows. Konrad rolls his eyes. Sanguinius continues to try and ignore his own urges, and it pisses him off.

"Fine. Then I'll fuck her myself."

That sentence is what finally draws an explosive reaction from Sanguinius, who suddenly takes multiple steps forward and almost reaches a hand out for him. Konrad can hear the borderline growl in his voice, the strain of holding back something far more primal than what he's ever shown beyond the battlefield.

“You don’t touch her cunt. Not now.”

He acquiesces, if only because he finds Sanguinus' defense of your fertile womb amusing.

“Fine. She has other holes.”

Konrad pulls away to allow the Angel to descend upon you, the pearly white of his wings seemingly glowing even in the dim lighting of the room.

"But then you better use it. The little whore has been begging to get fucked all these days you've abandoned her here."

Sanguinius pulls you from the blankets you were entangled in and into his lap, hands wrapping around your waist. You latch to him like he's been gone for years and go to kiss him, pressing your lips against his. The angle is awkward, Sanguinius sitting on the edge of the bed back arched to meet your wanting kiss. One hand slips between you both to undo his trousers, and the back of his hand brushes along your dripping cunt. You push your hips forward to follow the sensation of his warm skin, clit pressing against the back of his hand.

By the Throne he can smell it; The normal scent of your dripping arousal, along with something more. It tugs at his sanity and his hunger like fishhooks caught in a cheek.

His cock throbs in his hand as he frees it, and when he moves to notch the head of his cock at your entrance, you keen and gasp at the stretch; Hips wiggling.

"You're not going to eat first?"

Konrad says, hovering nearby and moving closer. The angel watches his every step. He's still wearing all of his clothing; It covers most of his thin form in a shapeless mass of dark fabric contrasting against his pale skin. Sanguinius hesitates for a moment, watching the way your small hands grasp at his own clothes, the bottom of your nightdress just barely covering your thighs and hiding the sight of his cock sinking into you.

"This is, this is more important."

Konrad laughs, showing his sharp canines.

"Sure, brother."

Konrad rounds to the back of you, as Sanguinius slowly moves to seat you onto his cock. The minute he's fully rooted in your cunt he can hear your desperate whimpers, full to the absolute brim. Even after multiple times, after so long of being teased and worked open, taking a primarch is still leaves you with almost no space to spare. The head of his cock lands frighteningly close to your cervix, threatening to knock on it.

Hands still covered in the sticky sweetness of your cunt, Konrad steps closer behind you- reaching a hand towards you. He glances to see Sanguinius' eyes. They're sharp and dark, near feral; Letting Konrad close but watching.

"What are you doing,"

He says when Konrad reaching a hand towards you and listens to the way you suddenly gasp, tightening around his cock. The feeling makes Sanguinius' teeth grind against each other, the already tight velvety feeling of our walls clenching around him like a vice at the other primarch's colder and less forgiving touch.

"I said she other holes. You didn't think I was going to come in here, warm her up for you and then leave without taking something for myself, did you?"

Sanguinius hums but it sounds more like a growl, allowing him into your personal space as Konrad slips two fingers into you. You mumble underneath your harsh breathes, of which Konrad hears but chooses not to heed.

"Konrad, go... Go slow,"

For a brief moment, Konrad wonders how much longer he'll be allowed to indulge in you, if Sanguinius is getting this possessive. He would be foolish to think this arrangement would last forever; In the end he knows he's getting to enjoy things he doesn't deserve.

He also knows that Sanguinus wants to get you pregnant. And if he manages it, Konrad knows you’ll be forever out of his reach.

"Konrad!"

You suddenly squeal as he pushes his fingers deeper into your ass, thrusting them in and out of you, the juices of your cunt making them slide in and out of you with without too much resistance. His other hand clumsily pulls at the groin of his loose and ragged trousers, trying to free himself. His fingers rock you on Sanguinius' cock, your thighs shaking as they already threaten to crumble under your own weight.

Once he manages to free himself, it isn't long before he takes a step closer and removes his fingers, replacing them with the head of his cock.

Sanguinius is already so much that it feels like your stomach is full up to your throat, and Konrad adds even more so much so that it feels like you're going to get rearranged and permanently changed.

As he pushes the head of his cock into you he hears the way you let out choked, desperate whines, hands tightening on Sanguinius nails digging into his skin. He feels your muscles clench and it almost hurts- how tight you are, but he loves it.

"Konrad- Konrad that's too much-"

He ignores your pleas; You're not in pain, if you were you'd be crying, begging and hiccuping-

He pushes himself deeper and deeper and feels your guts wrap so tight around him, as you lean forward into Sanguinius' chest.

"You're fine my love, you can take all of him, can't you?" Konrad talks over Sanguinius' soothing praises.

"She is, the little whore is damn well going to or I'm going to f-"

You gasp as he pushes even deeper, managing to seat himself entirely inside of you and feel the fabric of his trousers against the bare skin of your ass and thighs.

You've always felt that full, overwhelmed feeling whenever it was just one of them fucking you, but now you feel like one is going to push the other out, fighting for the limited space inside of you, or they will just readjust your organs to make room for the both of them. You don't know if you'll ever feel the same after.

Your nails dig into Sanguinius' flesh but fail to leave little more than marks, tears pricking the corner of your eyes as Konrad roughly pushes himself deeper. You didn't think he could but you gasp as he pulls out a bit and shoves himself back in, putting your forehead to Sanguinius' chest. Your clit throbs, stomach twisting in knots as they bully your insides and grind against nerves barely touched inside of you. Pressed between the two Primarchs they both argue over how to treat you, while in the end you’re stuck between them as a tight, warm thing to fuck.

"Careful. She's mine. I won't have you breaking her."

Konrad laughs, ignoring the snarl that stays on Sanguinius' face when the man thinks Konrad won't take him seriously.

"I won't. Unless she wants me to," Konrad leans down and puts his mouth close to your ear. His hot breath fans over your skin and his teeth nip at the shell of your ear, threatening to nick skin.

"Do you want me to? I can fuck you rough enough to tear you apart, you'll cry and cry and you'll never be the same-"

Sanguinius makes a noise deep in his throat and one of his hands raises to push the paler man away, and Konrad backs off with a sneer teeming with discontent while continuing to fuck your ass.

The two continue to drive themselves into you, pressing your body between them as you cry helplessly. Sanguinus holds your waist tight, keeps you upright against his chest, trying to support you as your body finally gives out from the abuse they're putting your body through. Sanguinius can feel when you cum around him, thighs quaking as your velvety walls clench around him. You don't have the voice to let out more than a shaky cry however, trying to catch your breath.

Konrad grits his teeth as you tighten around him, mewling as he relentlessly forces himself as deep as he can manage. He’s close, his hands grip your hips pulling you closer as you arch your back.

Konrad hisses as he finally cums inside of you, filling you with a seemingly never-ending warmth that makes you let out a weak, defeated moan. It wavers like you want to cry, and the sound almost makes him want to fuck you all over again.

Konrad pulls out of you, hearing your whimpers of complaint. His cum gently leaks down your thigh, but you don't have the energy to say much more. Sanguinius however stays seated in you just a bit longer, using the freedom of Konrad being done with you to have his fill. He bounces you on his cock with an urgency that says he's close, and mere moments later does he finally finish and coat your insides with and overwhelming amount of cum. He eventually pulls from you and watches his own cum dribble from your battered cunt and down your thighs, mixing with Konrad's.

Once he's finished, and hears your heart and your breathing begin to calm, he lays your back onto the blankets- watching you lay limp underneath him.

Sanguinius nudges your neck to the side, exposing the vein that runs along it. You look up at him softly and tilt your jaw in the way that exposes it to him enough so that he can see the throb of your heartbeat through your skin.

"Stay still, my love. You know what to do."

You feel his lips brush along your neck trying to find that perfect spot, before he opens them and presses his teeth against your skin. The moment he puts pressure on them you whimper, feeling you skin break, and Sanguinius' hands slide along your skin before gripping tight to stop you from wiggling.

His mind is foggy, the taste of your blood is intoxicating against his tongue and he can feel his body gaining strength again- He also hears Konrad's one note laugh faintly. While Sanguinius may not be coherent enough in the moment, he does appreciate that Konrad keeps an eye on him when he does this.

Sanguinius has incredible restraint over his curse, but it would only take one tiny slip up, a little error, before you were hurt or killed. He doesn't even want to entertain the idea of that happening.

He pulls away from your neck, licking his lips to catch the droplets of you blood he missed, still tasting the sweet iron in his mouth. Two beads of blood threaten to drip from the small wound he's made in your neck, and he leans back down to lick them away and kiss the bruising wound he's left you with.

You're tired, fucked into oblivion and now woozy from Sanguinius' meal, as you lay against the blankets. Your nightdress is wrinkled and bunched, and Sanguinius can see the tattered remains of your underwear on the floor from Konrad's ambush.

When the angel looks around however, he notices that Konrad is already gone.

[erinwantstowrite]

big hater of those aus where the JL think Batman is dating Nightwing before finding out that they're father and son. it's never funny and it's always weird

[mas0ch1st1cbaby]

The three of them having sex would heal my inner child.

Actually, heal THIS child instead.

I'm available for commission so DM me if you're interested <3

[thyknife]

kind of obsessed (sick, insane) over the way feyd wants so much to kiss and be kissed. the desperate way he leans into margot fenring, the twisted affection for which he goes in for seconds from his uncle, the way he always gets so intimately close to his opponent’s faces like he’s ready to bestow a kiss of death alongside his blade

[miscellaneous-h0und]

I think they kiss tbh.

Anygays, hai Dreammare community :3

Dream & Nightmare both belong to @/Jokublogs

[nerves-nebula]

finished product of that poll i held. enjoy.

[tarnishedilf]

nonconing your dad so he’ll love you more hello

[onismdaydream]

tw for incest and voyeurism

little brother satoru gojo who wanted to prank you because he loved how you scream and jump out of your skin when he scared you. how you get so mad when you realize it's just him, your eyebrows furrowing as you tell him off, finger jabbing into his chest. he would snicker, not even bothering to seem like he regretted it.

but this time, you caught him off guard.

he was inside your closet, hiding and trying to control the giggles that wanted to escape his lips. you went to go shower and it gave satoru the perfect opportunity to sneak away and lay in wait — predator stalking it's prey.

when your rounded the corner and came into view, however, satoru felt his mouth go dry.

the towel was wrapped around your body, the top of your breasts visible and looking so soft, little droplets of water making your skin so tempting. you hummed softly, some tune that satoru didn't care to focus on because his eyes were taking in every exposed inch of your body.

he knew he should feel guilty, should make some kind of distraction or move or do something before you discovered him peeping on you, but he couldn't. he wanted to watch you and he wanted to know what you would do if you found him. would you be mad? probably, but he wouldn't mind seeing you angry and half naked.

satoru sighed, the sound shaky and quiet enough to go unnoticed by you. his hand moved down to the front of his sweats, palming gently at his half chubbed cock. he couldn't help it, not when you sit down and the fat of your thighs spread and all satoru wants to do is dig his fingers into them. you'd look good covered in his bruises.

he doesn't know when you grabbed it — figures he must've been too busy staring — but there's a vibrator in your hands and you loosen the towel around you. satoru barely had a moment to take you all in before the toy was between your legs.

you took your time with it, dragging the little thing around your pussy, building up the anticipation until it finally lands on your clit. the sounds you made were beautiful, a song that satoru wanted to commit to memory and never let slip away.

his cock throbbed with want, with hunger and desire. but he ignored it, biting down on the meat of his palm to stifle any groans he emitted while watching the show you unknowingly put on for him.

he needed to remember this. he needed to remember the way your thighs shake when you press on your clit, the sight of your slick catching the light, the way your moans reverberated around the room. and the best way to remember? record it.

your little brother was watching you, cock hard and aching, phone camera pointed at you through the crack of you closet door, and he didn't feel an ounce of remorse.

[shreddeddescent]

raph is in an extremely fucked up place and equates all his problems with each other and blows up at leo about it.

⚠️ content warning: mentions of internalized transphobia, dubious consent, child abuse/incest (but not how you think) ⚠️

it might be a bit soon for this drama bomb for you guys, it might be a little out of order for how i wanna present anything in this story ive got going, but honestly... fuck it. lets just get that out of the way. tired of having it hanging over my head.

[moodymisty]

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's note: I wanted to write AlphariusOmegon, and I was also encouraged to do so enjoy. I only did one quick revise so not my best work.

Relationships: AlphariusOmegon/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Bukakke/Cum facial, Oral (male receiving), Is having your twin/other half of your soul watch you get your dick sucked incest?, Oh well just bolding to be sure, Kind of rough facefucking but not really rough

It's Omegon's turn now.

The tip of his cock rests on your tips, nudging between them to try and push his way inside. You give way obediently and let your sore jaw open wide once more for him- the third time? Forth? - letting him slip his cock inside. Your hands rests on his thighs throat letting out a groan, muffled by the intrusion of his cock, as you feel him push against the inside of your cheek.

Alpharius sits beside him on the bed, a small distance between them. Enough to fit you between them, if you weren't currently on your knees between Omegon's thighs. When you are on the Alpha, and they can both be frontward facing, that is where you always are- snug between.

"Are you tired, little one? I see your eyes closing."

Your eyes are, but more so because of Alpharius' cum- some of Omegon's too probably, it's all a blur how many times they've coated your face so far - that's smeared all over your face, threatening to get into your eyes.

"She has to satisfy two primarchs, not just one, I'm not surprised she's worn out."

Omegon brushes a hand over your hair, disgustingly smearing the cum both he and his brother have already left into it, before cradling the crown of your head. It's somewhat gentle, as well as serving for him to force himself deeper into your mouth. You don't have the energy to bob your head, and so he fully takes over to simply fuck your mouth at his preferred pace.

"But you can go a bit longer, yes? Let me finish one more time before we let you rest."

It's not as if you have a choice in the matter. You're too tired to move, too weak to fight back, you only have enough to keep your mouth wide for him, letting either of them them use it as they please. The sounds you make are crude and gross, the wet squelching noise of your throat trying to swallow the excessive amount of spit your mouth creates at his cock's intrusion. It dribbles down your chin, sticking against your neck. The salty taste of his sweat and precum permeates your entire mouth, though you have little care about it at this point.

You glance to the side over Omegon's thigh and see Alpharius, who watches you with a pleased expression. He's tapped out for the time being, cock tucked back in his trousers, but you know that he's more than capable of changing his mind.

Omegon hears your pathetic whimper as he pulls out enough for you to finally get a deep breath of air to fully fill your lungs, before he tightens the hand around the back of your head and returns to pull your mouth back onto him once more. You can only give a soft whimper in defiance, one that is swiftly ignored over the sounds of him sloppily fucking your face. The head of his cock keeps bumping and bullying the soft palette at the back of your mouth, each time you groan helplessly.

Your jaw aches, each time he pushes deeper to the back of your throat it stretches wider, and a sharp hit of pain hits into the hinges of your jawbone.

"Don't fuck her throat too much. She needs her voice for when I bring her to the Palace tomorrow."

Right; You need to attend a dinner alongside Alpharius at the Terran Palace tomorrow. You're currently moored in the Terran atmosphere, able to see the golden palace from outside any of the Hydra's viewports.

You wonder if one bath will be enough to get the cum out of your hair, off of your face, before you need to be primped and perfect to stand beside a primarch.

"I'm being gentle with her- I'm being gentle, right?"

Omegon says to you, and he only gets the wet noises as your throat spasms around his cock in response- Your eyes pricking with tears. The head of his cock pushes dangerously close into your throat and your body tightens up in response, trying to prepare to fight that feeling to swallow or gag, and Omegon lets out a low moan that you can feel rumble in your chest.

Just when you think he's going to not listen to Alpharius- push farther past the soft palette of your mouth and try to cum right down into your stomach, he pulls out and wraps a hand around the length of his cock.

He fucks his own hand, faster and faster and faster, before suddenly cumming and watching as you squeeze your eyes shut. You feel him cum all over your face, the top of your head, hot against your skin. Some slides over your lips, and you can taste it on your tongue and on the waterline of your lips.

Omegon, finally finished and now satisfied for the time being gently nudges your head back closer so you can clean off his cock with your tongue. He smiles and lets out a pleased breath as he feels your tongue drag along his length, licking the tip of his cock- you fear he's going to start this all over again, but he thankfully doesn't. Your pull your lips off his cock with a soft pop after you suck him clean.

He tucks his softening cock back into his trousers, leaving them both looking no worse for wear, while you look as if you're about to faint right at their feet.

"Should I get the serfs to help you bathe?"

Alpharius says, and you quickly shake your head. You would rather throw yourself into deep space and turn to ice, crumbling away, than let the serfs see you covered in the sheer excess of cum that comes from both of their primarchs.

It's honestly ridiculous. How can they make so much? You would spit on the Emperor's name for this overlooked defect alone.

"No. I can do it myself."

You wipe your eyes with the palms of your hands, trying to keep it from slipping into your eyes. It works, but the smear feels disgusting.

You're going to need to take more than one bath. If not for cleaning, for getting rid of the smell. The primarchs have such keen noses, Russ has commented on your smell before and you would rather not have him blurt out that you smell as if they've been using you as their personal cum dump.

...Because while it may be true, you would rather not let anyone besides your primarchs know of it.

"I need to go to bed right after. It's going to take me at least an hour to get ready enough to attend dinner with you."

Alpharius smiles. He's pleased, the last sort of event you had to attend with one of them it was Omegon playing the frontward facing role, and so he's eager to see you back in one of the many beautiful dresses they have given you.

They always match their armor perfectly; Not too grandiose, but elegant and appropriate for his, their, lady.

You slowly try to stand up, wincing from the way your knees crack and ache in pain. You've been like this for far too long; You don't know the exact time, and part of you doesn't want to know.

It tires you out, to satisfy them both. But you know that they treat you damn well when it's your turn, and so you do it all with no complaints.

[p3answer]

i think what pisses me off the most abt the wave of people justifying their incest kinks as it being a “breakdown of the nuclear family” and people only having problems with it bc they “think of the nuclear family as an unbreakable holy entity” is that they completely ignore how mundane and oftentimes justified incest is inside the nuclear family structure. we live in a patriarchal society with a man as the head of the household that should never be defied, where outsiders are not to be trusted and what happens in the family stays in the family. the argument ignores that a majority of child abuse happens not in the hands of strangers but by a childs family, because family is to be absolutely trusted no matter what. saying that its some sort of breakdown of the nuclear family is fucking insane considering the nuclear family itself justifies it, and your fetishization of it will never be revolutionary, not ever.

[prettyboykatsuki]

ari? 👉👈 who do you think is the type of siscon to embarrass you on purpose when boys start coming around so he doesn’t have to worry about you getting a boyfriend? the “bully brother” types I suppose. only if we’re feeling incesty today 👉👈

this is so so so so so so so so oliver.

you bring home a guy from college to work on a project in your room and he leans against the door frame and holds something over your head to make you jump for it but ultimately you're paying more attention to your group mate then him so he gets pissed off dsjfkjs

as soon as he leave oliver locks you both in your room and spanks you while you're bent over the side of the bed and he's being soooooooo mean about it

also. tbh. i think this is sae but it's a lot more embarrassing when he does it bc he's so cold the entire time he ends up just saying something mean and it makes you teary eyed. he feels a little bad but he gets pissed again before its even over and the guilt goes away bc of that SDLSDK

[glossybutdarker]

now if i said dad price meddles with his daughters birth control so his seed will take when he sneaks into her room at night,, then what