#ncon

[pregulator]

your dad has never been disappointed in you for coming out as a trans boy. he'd never be disappointed in you for choosing not to go to college and he's thankfully never lectured you about not contributing or doing enough with your life... but he has been having a hard time getting over the idea that he might never have grandkids. thankfully, that disappointment seemed to go away once he adopted a dog named rex, a loyal german shepherd, and he became quite the dog dad. the backyard of your backwoods rural home was soon fenced-in so rex could have plenty of space to run around and dad took rex with him in the car whenever he ran errands. you thought it was cute, seeing your dad adapt like that.

a few weeks after your high school graduation, however, you notice there's a new dog crate in the living room right next to rex's. was dad getting another dog? when you ask him about it, he tells you that he's thinking about it. and you don't think anything of it. another dog might be nice to have around the house. whatever makes your dad happy.

one night, you and dad are having dinner together at home for your 18th birthday when you start feeling a little woozy. you must just be coming down with something, you tell dad, you're just feeling so fatigued. he helps you up from the table and starts walking you to your bedroom, where you remember flopping down into bed and immediately falling asleep.

the next morning, you wake up nude in the backyard. there's a collar around your neck that attaches to a chain secured around a tree. when you shout in confusion for your dad, he strides outside with a lawn chair and sets it up on the back porch, giving you a wave. you're so confused. what the fuck is going on?

and that's when dad yells, with a huge grin on his face, "i figured, if you won't give me babies, you can at least give rex and i some pups!"

before you can react, your dad whistles loud and rex bounds out of the house and comes up to greet you, sniffing your naked body as you blush furiously and try to push his snout away until he's got his nose right up against your front hole and gives it a few tentative licks. when you ball up and try to out-maneuver him, he just growls and tackles you, forcing you open, putting you in your place on your back to regain access to your cunt. you whine and squeal for your dad but he's enjoying a cup of coffee on the porch, sunglasses on, his expression—aside from the pleased smile on his face and the rock-hard bulge in his sweatpants—implacable.

he laughs a little bit as rex insistently nudges you, shouting, "get on your hands and knees, bud, he wants to show you some loving!"

and, weeping a little, sniffling softly, you give in, rolling over. but you don't get much time to adjust before rex continues licking you, that strong tongue pushing into your folds, your own body becoming aroused now against your will. you cry and whimper some more, begging rex quietly to stop it... but he's just a dog who wants to rut. and he's going to have you whether you like it or not.

after all those torturous doggy licks to your slit, rex mounts you. he braces himself with his front legs hooked around your hips, forcing the front half of you down into the ground. You don't want to get scratched by his claws anymore than you already are, so you let him, your hole clenching shut as if you aren't glistening with your own slick juices down there, soaking and horny and covered in slobber. rex thrusts hard, jabbing his hot little red cock against your ass and the backs of your thighs until it finds purchase in your cunt and you scream at the intrusion. rex barks once, loud, in reaction to shut you up, and you do.

your dad is stroking himself openly, now, and you can see him running his hand up and down the shaft of his fat dick as he continues sitting in the lawn chair on the porch, chuckling with satisfaction as he watches rex plow you from behind.

you're a whimpering mess, your little cries turning into moans now as rex is pounding into you with the speed of a jackhammer. and then something huge starts knocking against your hole. you squirm under rex but he just pins you down. you don't want him to bite you, so you submit and think of being anywhere else, though that's hard to do when your poor g-spot keeps getting slammed by the thick length of raw dog meat.

with force, rex shoves that fleshy bulb of his knot forward and, as it practically punches itself into you, he stills. the knot throbs and you feel it, like a second heartbeat in your cunt, as you spasm around it and it unleashes a torrent of doggy cum deep inside you, the tip of his cock nearly penetrating your cervix. you gasp and go slack as you feel how hot it is, filling you with warmth, pacifying you in shock as rex holds you there.

you're so lost in the sensation that you aren't paying attention to your dad, who strides over to you and gives rex a rewarding pat.

"you're his bitch now, kiddo," he says. "he knotted you real good."

dad squats next to you, his spent and softening dick still exposed as he talks down at you. you can only look as far up as his dangling cock head as he speaks, drool running out of the corner of your mouth.

"rex is gonna knock you up and finally give you some purpose... and i sure can't wait to see you swollen with his puppies."

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[love-toxin]

I'm so sorry, I'm still stuck on Jason 😩 Have you seen the 2009 reboot yet? Because, hubba hubba. This is a Jason who RUNS, LIKE A DEAD FUCKING SPRINT, AND IT'S SO MUCH MORE TERRIFYING. He's also got a bit more of a wilderness survivalist flavor to him, like this man uses a crossbow, and he lives in a network of underground tunnels in and around the camp. He literally kidnaps one of the college girls from the group he kills in the cold open and keeps her in his tunnel lair because she looks like his mom ❤️ like, the mommy kink fics write themselves!!! This man comes with yandere tropes included, right out of the box

I wish he was in my box I mean what who said that

unnghhhhhh i want him!!!! NYEOW!!!!! I'll slay u if u apologize for bringing him up again hannah that mf is in my brain and he is squirming <33 ur so real for this

see I'm thinking--to get around the whole 'no sex no drugs no NOTHIN' rules--Jason prays or makes an offering or w/e to mama's shrunken head after he kidnaps you. cause he loves you you're so pretty but he has all these feelings what does he do? 🥺 how does he not break the rules? 🥺 but he picks up that it's okay if you're in love & there's nobody you're looking after & he can take care of you so it's okay. you're adults now. he just has to make sure you're really the one and he knows you are. there's nobody else. there will never be anyone else.

so yay! mama approves! 🥰 now he can fold you on those dirty sheets and sling your legs over his shoulders while he reams you to hell and back. watches you cream around him like he's railing a pretty little pie. make the mattress squeak and croak under your combined weight that he's pounding deeper into it. making you sweat all over him and his clothes and prying open your thighs to spread them wider--you're just so warm, he needs to get in deeper--manhandling you like a doll and that's what he thinks of you as. your pet name. dolly. he engraves it on the little wooden sculptures he carves for you. it's so fitting for you because you're so pristine and cute and pretty and small. you barely measure up to his height and you look like you're about to break under his weight. he could be crushing your spine and you'd probably gurgle and scream the same amount you do when he's pumping your guts; but girls like that, that's what he's overheard from the counselors he's killed, so he does just that.

and yes on the yandere soooooo hard. when you first get dragged into the underground tunnels you're certain you'll never come out, and you're only a little bit wrong. at some point he'll bring you up for sunshine and to do some activities with you, but before you 'settle in' you're staying right next to him down there. he just makes sure the chains don't inhibit him from fucking you. one time a stray somehow stumbles across one of the entrances and walks in on Jason on top of you, and you hear his screams for days from the other room because Jason gets so pissed about him seeing you without clothes on. he's somehow even more brutal than he was because he's just so protective. he's had enough of counselors escaping and victims getting the jump on him--you can't get caught in the crossfire, so he just has to make sure he gets the jump on everyone else first. stronger weapons, sharper blades.

[running-with-kn1ves]

omg aaaa pls do write yan!gangster coming home wasted and chill, im so obsessed with his skrunkly self!!! i think he has such an interesting dynamic with reader, how would he feel if she were quiet in bed and when he asked her why she said its bc she wasnt sure if she were allowed to make noise 🥺

friend don't TEMPT ME I need him lovey dovey wobbly near crying pink tint on his cheeks shirt half unbuttoned blabbering about how much he needs reader and would-- in explicit detail --describe how he would end himself and everyone he knew if he for some reason lost them. He'd fo sure be unhinged if they had managed to get out.

For reader in your scenario,, I think he'd be able to see it on their face. lips pursed in a tight shut with their face scrunched-- he'd think maybe he's hurting them, only to find out they're struggling to stay quiet. If anything, he'll be slightly hurt, knowing they're so cautious in every little thing they do to not set him off, and on the other, he'll feel a little proud for making it so hard for them.

"I don't care if you scream, I wanna hear every little noise out of that sweet mouth."

"Don't get bashful on me now; do I gotta work harder for you to say my name? Let me show you just how competitive I can be."

[texanerection]

 that’s a good little pet. (afab-ish reader/asa emory)

You had been in his lap for hours now, his erection rubbing against your squirming thighs ever since he returned to you in his hotel. He set up a projector; Showing you his most recent projects and those who got in his way who were turned into pieces of art he simply discarded. With each slide he clicked past, he ran his hands down your stomach and up to your chest, groping and grabbing until bruises formed. It was difficult for him to not just toss you onto the floor and take you, but he wanted to torture himself just as much as he did you. Such sweet agony...

You had taken to calling him “Master” a few months ago, and he was almost giddy with delight. Ever since then if you called him anything else, you were punished. You felt the nose of his mask drag up your neck and to your ear, where he gently blew air across your skin to see the goosebumps raise on your skin. He absolutely loved every single one of your reactions to what he did, ever since he found you.

You had been spared time in his red trunk due to the... way you looked at him the first time he caught you. Absolute submission. Obedience. He licked his lips thinking about that day. Such a sweet specimen. He couldn’t silence you, not like the others. No, he kept you. You were his from that day, and you showed no signs of resisting your role. It was absolutely clear that you loved every second of it as opposed to the others. Your little noises ringing out into the silence of his entire room. Your Master groaned out loud and squeezed your legs around his dick as he thrusted up a few times, every so often grazing against the sensitive bundle of nerves still covered by the panties he had stolen for you to wear.

You could tell he was getting impatient, though. He loved edging you both, but he was reaching his limit. He grabbed your chin and turned your head so he could face you, crashing his bitten lips against yours as his hips started bucking up. He was close, you could tell. Shivering middle and jerking hips. You settled one hand against the side of his head and with the other, scooted your panties to the side to grant him access to your core. He licked your lips and grabbed his cock, positioning himself against you before roughly shoving himself into you.

You let out a loud, loud whine from the white hot burning pain it caused from not being prepared at first; A merciful grip dragged you upwards, before slamming you down again; Making you mewl out again; A gloved hand grabbed your jaw and squeezed. Louder. He wanted you to be louder. The other hand not making you moan out snaked down between your legs; Grinding ground it against your clit; Meanwhile his other hand gripped your face, making your eyes roll back in your head. You squealed out almost immediately for him and he let out a rough sigh. He loved it when you cried out for him. All for him. His little specimen...his little pet.

He quickly flipped the two of you over and slammed you down on one of his work tables still soaked in blood. He was snarling a bit as he rutted into you, his head tilted back and his fingers grabbing your legs so hard you knew you would have a tough time walking tomorrow. With one final, harsh slam of his hips, you felt the warmth of his seed filling you up. You were both a panting mess. You looked down at where you were both connected and gave a weak, tired smile. You loved it when he filled you like this.... and so did he. It meant you were his. And you loved watching him come undone above you.

With a soft mumble he pulled out of you and shimmied the panties he gave you back onto you so you could feel himself dripping out of you and against the fabric. He sighed with contentment, watching his seed drip out of you; and leaned over to give your forehead a soft kiss; A few kisses trailing down to your lower stomach; Before he licked a stripe back up to your navel and gave your lips a slow, sugary kiss before biting down on the crux of your neck; making a bolt of arousal surge to your groin; Sucking on your neck hard enough to leave a huge purple mark. Helping you up on your shaking knees, guiding you to the bedroom he lovingly made for you. As usual, you proved yourself to be his favorite; His one and only.

You’re such a good pet, aren’t you?

[collabsfullfillment]

your magic stuffing art is SO good fhshsgs it's such a niche idea for some reason??? omg ok sorry u have good tummy arts

NO WORRIES!! I'M GLAD PEOPLE ARE ENJOYING IT!! I wasn't expecting it to be such a big hit, so it's a pleasant surprise!

[girlkomaeda]

I log onto tik tok and see the most nauseatingly stupid take on media in the entire world WHY ARE THEY ALL SO FUCKINF STUPID. literally sickening. criticizing fetishized depictions of rape in media does NOT mean that suddenly every single piece of media that deals with rape and very dark topics are evil you are all so poisoned god bless

[mikadollie]

.......i feel so normal about this

Just... thinking about Madara getting stuffed full of sooo many dicks to the point he's lost count to how many were inside of him!!! All of his holes so filled with cum and he passes out in a puddle of it ...

[monstriiss]

*exaggerated gasp* how dare you tell people that tr*nsphobia is a very real problem and using your villain character as an excuse to write it in as one of their prejudics is equally as shitty!!!

NAIL ME TO THE CROSS because I am dying on the hill that you can absolutely have prejudiced nasty villains but writing them in an rp setting is high key inappropriate if not done well and especially if it is not made abundantly clear that the behaviour is NOT OKAY and not gratuitous. it's rp, the goal is to have others WANT to interact with your character, it's collaborative, so I just want to know where the appeal of interacting with a tr*nsphobe lies.

[repurposedmeatlocker]

Whatever you guys do, do NOT look up under the King of the Hill tag on Ao3. Shit will ruin your day.

[melanorhynchus-side]

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[cyborg-franky]

PROMPT: May I please request for some yandere marco, where his zoan kinda takes over during rut season (mating season) thank you!

Marco x GN Reader N/SFW TW: Yandere - n/ncon - dark themes - monster fucking- breeding kink [no mentions of pregnancy/female body implications] don’t like don’t read Word Count: 1,600

Repost of mine from libary of ohara

He stood over you with his eyes narrowed. His smirk never left his face. The jovial chuckle escaped his lips as he loomed. His talons scratched along the wooden floor as he did so. Using one to pin you down, the sharp points dig into you painfully. Red marks appeared on your shirt where he had pierced your skin and caused you to bleed.

The fear you felt stopped all signals of pain rushing to your brain. You opened and closed your mouth as your commander pressed even harder, blood rushing out the pinpricks at a faster rate. Marco had always seemed so kind, so nice that you’d never have thought you’d have ended up as his prey.

You wished the room was pitch black to avoid seeing the ugly twisted look on his face. His tail lit up the entire room. The brilliant golden hue which gave much hope was robbing you of any grace in the situation.

“Did you think you could get away from me?” Marco asked, the condescension clear as day in his voice as he lifted off his large, clawed foot.

“Marco….”

“Now, now, don’t grovel. It should be an honour that the phoenix even wants someone as weak as you as its mate yoi.” He wrapped a claw around your ankle when you tried to shuffle back out of his grasp.

Dragging you back along the floor roughly, making it hurt more than needed. You could feel tears prick the corner of your eyes. Your body trembled as Marco let out a sigh. You hated how you seemed more like an inconvenience than anything.

“Please!”

“Please what?”

You didn’t know, you just whimpered and shook your head. The phoenix clicked his tongue before he was on you. Blue eyes stared into yours with an intensity you couldn’t withstand, you closed your eyes. You felt his hand on your throat, feeling his lips trailing up your neck.

“My perfect little mate yoi.”

His words weren’t making any sense to you, he seemed so unhinged, feral… then it clicked, he was a zoan type devil fruit, the user. His humanity had taken a backseat while his animal side had come out from hiding. You whimpered when he moved once more, his sharp claws made short work of your clothes.

Catching your skin as the fabric ripped apart, he didn’t seem concerned about the lines of red he’d created along your shivering skin as he tilted his head from one side to the other, fully admiring what was laid bare for him.

His pupils blown wide, his normally comforting lopsided smile was gone, replaced with that horrid grin as he started to remove his sash, casting it aside along with his decorative belt, you winced when you heard the metal clang on the floor.

Somehow that was the thing that fully solidified your current situation in your mind. The bell that tolled for you. Your sniffling was starting to get on his nerves and he clicked his tongue, eyes narrowed with that unwavering smirk.

“Now, now little bird, shhhh.” He cooed with fake sympathy.

You felt something snaking around your ankles, glancing down you saw the glowing tail feathers of your commander as he pinned you down, the glowing appendages spread your legs wide, letting him get settled between them.

“Oh pretty, pretty bird yoi,” Marco said with a trill, his voice taken on an inhuman quality as he rubbed his cock against your entrance, you blinked and wondered why it didn’t feel like you expected.

“Oh? Want to see what’s going to be stuffed into you, mate?”

Marco pulled away enough that you could see his cock, thick and throbbing, a tapered tip. Ridges and bumps all along the shaft. You grimaced when you saw how much precum was pooling around the slit. He chucked at your bewildered expression.

“T-that won’t fit.” You mumbled and tried to close your legs, the glowing tail snapped your legs apart further, a dull ache where your hips connected to the rest of you caused you to consider your next actions.

“That’s not the attitude that’s going to help you.” Marco sighed, nipping along your neck, teeth grazing against your skin as he once again rubbed his cock against your hole.

He was getting drunk off your scent, loving every second your musk filled his senses. This was his mate, the person he desired to be bonded with. He would have preferred a more, willing mate, but that didn’t stop him from wanting you regardless.

“Brace yourself yoi.” That was his only warning, mumbled against your neck as you felt the thinner part of his member breach your hole, pushing inside you. You grabbed his shoulders, digging nails into his skin.

Blue flicks of flames danced over the nail marks, healing him in an instant. He cooed in your ear, whispering awful, sinful things as he pushed forward, you felt each teasing bump rub against your walls. Your mouth hung open and you gasped when the zoan was fully sheathed.

“I can’t wait to fill you to the brim with my seed little bird.” He sighed, licking down your neck, along your collarbone where he started to sink his teeth, marking you as his own.

“Mar-..Marco…s..stop..” you closed your eyes as you felt his cock stuff you.

You’d never felt so full before, you felt his hips start to move, how he picked up the pace. Slow, measured but brutal, each thrust going as deep as he possibly could. Greedy lips claimed your neck, feeling Marco’s cock expand inside you was a strange feeling.

“Be good for your commander, be a good mate for me yoi.” His breath ticked your ear as his pace picked up.

Unrelenting thrusts, getting faster as he worked himself up more, as your entrance got used to his monstrous cock. He cooed and trilled, feeling at home between your thighs, your tight walls holding him snugly, warm, welcoming, and begging to be bred. At least in his bird brain, he knew deep down it wasn’t possible.

You bit your lip, not wanting to moan, but it was starting to feel good, and you felt ashamed of that fact. You couldn’t help the muffled moans he was pulling from you with every drag of his cock. You arched up, bucking to meet his thrust when he wasn’t going as fast as you’d like.

“Ah getting into it now?” you said nothing, eyes fluttering open to see him gazing down at you.

You shook your head and he laughed at your lies. His arms became wings suddenly, you were mesmerised by the glimmering blue overtaking everything. How he flapped the majestic wings of feather and flame, he didn’t even need to pin you down.

You were still helpless.

The flapping of his wings and thrusting of his hips was doing something for you. Your own head was being clouded with the growing pleasure. You whimpered and moaned when he rocked into you just right. Wings of cool flame cradle your body, adjusting you. He pulled out, only for a moment as he positioned your lower half into the air.

“Presenting like a good mate, I knew you’d be perfect.” Marco chuckled as he slipped back into you with ease this time.

Deeper, so much deeper than before. You could tell you were drooling, lips parted as your breathing got heavy. Moans escaping unchallenged now as your body adapted to the rough fucking, the way he was going to breed you.

Marco couldn’t help but feel pleased, proud of himself for claiming you as his own, his mate. He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last but, oh he wanted to fill you full of cum. Fuck his seed as deep inside you as he could.

Words failed you, all you could do was whine and moan out as you could feel your shameful end rushing to meet you. The heat that thrummed through your body as he started to pound in, slowly losing his composure as he was drawing close himself.

“Cum for me pretty bird, cum for your mate yoi.” His voice was smug, you could only imagine the smirk that went with it.

You hated that his filthy words were what got you over that hill, pushing you over the other side, crying out his name, begging, pleading for him to go just a little harder which he obliged, with pleasure. That was it, feeling that tapered tip twisting and twirling in the deepest part of your passage.

Body shuddering, voice shaky you came, and you came hard. Marco chuckled, a delighted sound echoed around the room, wings flapping as he drew close to his limit. He leaned forward as far as he could, seeing your fucked out expression he came, so much hot, thick cum, an inhuman amount was pumped into you.

You felt full, and it just kept going.

When he’d emptied himself inside of you, he slipped his cock out of your abused hole. Marco chuckled and watched the thick cum leak from your body. Wings soon turned back into human arms as he scooped some of the escaped seed and stuffed it back inside.

“Don’t waste my gift to you, tsk, what an ungrateful mate I have.”

You said nothing, you could hear the cruel smile in his tone, not needing to see his smirking face as you struggled to catch your breath. His arms wrapped around your middle, his lips leaving a trail along your body.

“Did you know, most birds mate for life yoi?” His chuckle tickled your skin, the implication of his words disgusting you.

[laceyangell]

Can you guys stop posting screenshots of n*ncon / inc*st fics? Or stuff like "eww people are writing ab ____ blah blah" All u do is give them more attention !!

We just want to read please im begging u guys please stfu and block or blacklist or idfk.

Just shut the fuck up honestly thats rlly fucking annoying

[shaydh]

If the drukhari aren’t at least doing this to you what’s the Point [cw: n/ncon, pr0n, gore, impalement, snuff ??]

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