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if you get maternal instincts as a lesbian, why not get a younger boyfriend you can spoil and baby and become a free use breeding cow for? he can call you mommy or even just mom 😊 you'll be so happy fulfilling your son's every desire! let him move in with you. you'll be in the middle of cleaning his room for him, naked of course - he told you not to wear clothes around the house - and he'll grab you and throw you onto the bed and put you in a mating press and pound your pussy without any care or consideration. that's the boy mom life! 😌🩷 and since you're a dyke, not only is he certain he's got you all for himself, if you start dating someone, he definitely won't mind having two moms!

Actually I happened to be unfortunate enough to run into some of their fanart here on Tumblr of Floyd and Branch having an egg so no it's not just on twitter. I wanna go bleach my eyes.

Yall @/ruffruffrats draws incest idk why so many ppl casually interact with them when they blatantly post it on twitter

i swear, you say something with common sense like “inc*st is bad” or “racism is in the anime community” and there’s that one mf that be like “well actually 🤓…” like SILENCE TRANSLUCENT TREEFROG

You know, I was completely not expecting canon incest and pedophilia in JJK, but at this point in time, I’m gonna just roll with it.

i didn't need to be reminded of my aphmau phase when you interacted with me 💀 (past fandom talk time: i used to watch her mystreet series from 2017-2019. i had a anti phase from 2017-2018 where i hated einmau "because it was incest". by 2019 i full on forgot about einmau)

Technically, Einmau is Incest as Ein and Aphmau have the same father, just not the same mother.

CANNIBALISM AS A METAPHOR FOR LOVE: JAMES AND MARY EDITION it made me feel uncomfortable in a good way. go read !!

hmm. I wrote something again (about James and Mary this time)

"guys just because I consume pedophilic content about fictional characters doesn't mean I'm okay with pedophilia ;p"

It's not like the content you consume shapes your way of thinking and seeing the world, it's not like we consume things we like or agree with, it's not like the more we see something the more we normalize it

I don't care if it "helps" you cope with your trauma, and if your therapist is telling you to do it change therapist because you are being scammed

I never thought I, as an 18 year old, would have to say that being sexually attracted to a character who looks like a 6 year old and liking parent/child relationship is not okay, it's wrong, it's harmful, and puts children in danger

This site's tolerance and acquiescence to incest is so fucking insane like "I don't support it but my mutual is cool so I'll allow it" "richard siken's artistic contributions to society absolve him" "ethel cain can ship whatever, she's earned it" like I'm not going to lie to you it's kinda looking like you do support it...

uhm I dunno wut to put here…heds up this is gunna b a long post (I think…I’m jus gunna write as I go along like word vomit ig) So I wus messagin a few ppl n…2 of them blocked me for bein a boy, another wus sayin that the way i explane my grammar n chronic sexual atententon need so here we go ig…I was raped by my daddy (yes, I will use that word cus he is still in my life n I canot physicaly use the term “father” or I start 2 cry) ever since I was 10…or 6…I can’t rember I know I wus young and looked like my mother…she never beleved me, he used 2 make me sit on his lap, wen I cride it felt like no one wus there…he stopped ever since I wus fifteen but, now it feels like no one wants me I relied on my body for pleasure for so long n now no one wants it…not even my daddy anymor…so I’m srry if I reply slow or if I’m into crazy things like rape or incest or if I’m too clingy, needy, a nympho or fag or sex addict but I need attention plz…can someone help me feel loved? I need a new daddy…

A chill ran up his spin as Jaime squeezed his arms again, the other's touch doing more to him than he thought he could ever say out loud. What would the other thing? What would he say? "Weird? Jaime you're welcome in my bed any time," Ben sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, "I keep thinking about how you're gonna be out of the house soon. How sad is it that your old man isn't gonna know what to do with himself without you?" The laugh that followed was short and tight before he ruffled Jaime's hair and moved towards the master bedroom as his hand rattled at his belt. "Anytime you want to spend together," Ben kicked off his jeans as he crawled into bed and lifted the covers for Jaime to join, "I'm down for. Now c'mon, cuddle up. Tell me more about these friends of yours, anyone I know?"

Jaime rolled his eyes when his father claimed he was too good for those men. It was flattering, and he hated that he believed him. It only made his life harder. No one would ever quite measure up to the man in front of him. There was a weird tension in the air, something charged and new. He gulped and willed himself to step away and go to his bedroom, but he didn’t move a muscle from where he stood. “No– I mean, yes, but I was thinking,” he squeezed the muscles under his touch a little “Can I sleep with you tonight? I don’t want to leave you.” It was an odd feeling of longing. He didn’t want to be away from his father, suddenly. “We can cuddle, like when I was little. If you don’t think it’s weird.” He licked his lips, gazing into his father’s eyes to gauge a reaction. He didn’t want to weird him out.

"Its been just us two for a long time, Jaime. I'm not ready to drop that down to one." Ben lifted his arm and welcomed the other in closer as the warmth of his son's body pressed against him. If he hadn't been in trouble before then this had to be worse, he could feel the blood rushing to his cock and idly groaned as Jaime's lips started to move against his neck. What the fuck was even happening? "Tom. Right. Yeah." Ben cleared his throat, mind suddenly going blank as the gears in his head started to turn: Jaime was in his bed, their nearly bare bodies pressed against each other, and now Jaime was kissing him. One, swift move and Jaime was beneath him, pinned between the mass of muscle and the soft bed underneath. Ben hesitated, his lips hovered over the other as a hand moved along Jaime's thigh, lifting the other's leg a bit as he did. "Then stay." Ben said instead, his knee pushed Jaime's legs apart, "Don't go. Stay with me." He brought his mouth down without waiting for an answer, covering Jaime's lips with his own as his swollen cock stretched the fabric of his boxes and pressed between Jaime's thighs.

Jaime couldn’t help but smile with relief. He also dreaded moving out and not being a part of his father’s life anymore. “Really?” He was slightly bewildered. “I thought you couldn’t wait to have the house all to yourself.” His clothes smelled of weed and he was quick to discard them to a corner of the room and slipped into bed in his boxers. He laid on his side, facing his father, tangled their legs and moved as close as physically possible to him. “You know Tom, scrawny little nerd guy that comes over to game with me sometimes.” He shrugged it off. “If I’m being honest, I have more fun being home and hanging out with you. I just don’t want to be the weirdo that spends every Saturday night with his dad, you know?” He moved closer and snuck his face against the crook of his dad’s neck, taking in his scent. He was feeling needy. “I love you, dad. I don’t want to leave you.” He murmured, overcome with love, he started to press soft kisses against hot flesh.

Ben could feel Jaime's cock bulging through his boxers, rutting against Ben's abdomen with nothing but a thin bit of fabric separating them. "I-" he thought for a second, "there were a couple guys in college, but uh, you sure Jaime?" Ben asked, taking just a second to clarify, "Because I've been thinking about fucking you for months, but I ain't small." That was a truth that would be hard for Jaime to wrap his mouth around, let alone what Ben could only imagine had to be a tight ass. Ben sat up at height, looking down at his boy's flushed skin and parted lips. His fingers slipped under the waistband of his boxers and pulled his hefty cock out enough so that it could bounce against his son's waist. "Why don't you show your daddy how bad you want it?"

Jaime froze for a brief moment and opened his mouth to apologize. He should not have kissed his father’s neck like that. He couldn’t help himself, he thought of an excuse but his panic was interrupted by the older male’s pleading words. His father was not reprimanding him, he wanted him too. “I'll stay.” He said quietly before their lips touched. His hands gripped his old man’s waist tightly as he deepened the kiss, his cock bulging under his boxers as he made out with his dad. “Fuck” he whimpered. “Sorry.” He added between kisses, out of habit. He pulled away from the kiss to gaze into his eyes, to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. “Have you ever been with a guy, dad?” He asked, “I want you to fuck me. Is that okay?” It wasn't okay, and he knew it, but he still wanted it.

uhh dad strade x fem reader drabble or short fic? make it as gross as you want. hope you’re having a good day :)

PAPA

{ dad! strade x adult daughter! reader }

word count: 880

warnings/tags: INCEST, age gap (18+ reader), molestation, alcohol use, descriptions of blood, violence, oral mutilation, and decapitation, poorly translated german lol

You live blissfully unaware of the horrors lurking just beneath the surface of your father's life, drawn instead to his charm and rough affection. Even as an adult, you seek comfort in his embrace, climbing onto his lap where you feel the familiar outline of his knife sheath against your back. The weight of his large, calloused hand rests reassuringly on your hip, and in these moments, you feel only safety and love. Unbeknownst to you, the same hand that holds you close could, with chilling ease, end your life.

Consumed with lustful thoughts, your father gazes down at your body, imagining all the ways he could destroy it. His rough fingertips reach to trace the curve of your stomach through your shirt, his breath hot against your neck. He imagines pulling out every one of your teeth, tasting your blood as it drips down your chin, and licking away your salty tears as you cry out in agony. He wants to hear you scream and feel you struggle as he stifles your sounds with his cock, shoving it deep into your gummy, bloody mouth.

But above all else, he wants to take your head. He helped bring you into this world, after all, and he insisted on being the architect of your departure. In his darkest fantasies, he envisions the satisfying thud of your head as it strikes the basement floor, followed by the crimson tide of your blood, warmly spilling, seeping into the rough, porous concrete beneath.

Fuelled by alcohol, his hand squeezes your flesh roughly, causing you to wince as sharp waves of pain ripple through you.

"You are so beautiful, Mein Schatz," he murmurs, "Just like your mother…" His fingers press roughly into your flesh, causing you to wince as sharp waves of pain ripple through you. You try to wriggle away but his grip tightens, anchoring you in place.

"Oh, don't be like that," he breathes, his voice a soft, velvet purr that belied the sharpness in his eyes. "Don't you want to feel how much your old man loves you?". He asks, his hand sliding down between your legs. You try to protest, but your words are smothered by his free hand tightening over your mouth. He paws at your thinly-dressed crotch, seemingly deaf to your whines and enraptured by the warm sensation of your skin.

His fingers tremble slightly, the alcohol undermining the steadiness of his grip on your face. In his clouded mind, he thinks of a myriad of ways to end your life—each more lingering and excruciating than the last. Yet impatience whispers to him, suggesting he could end it all now, right here on this couch. The thought curls his lips into a sinister smile as he imagines the swift draw of his blade across your tender throat, releasing sanguineous rivulets that pour down your front and stain the fabric beneath.

He withdraws his hand, the touch lingering like a shadow as it slides from between your legs and back to your torso. "You know, I always thought about what it'd be like to have a daughter," he murmurs, his voice low and thick with a twisted mirth. "And I got one, didn't I?" His fingers crawl higher, skittering across your ribs before they hook around the edge of your bra. "You were such a pretty thing, so quiet and sweet. I'd just watch you for hours."

You shudder under his gaze, locked into his intense stare. His face shows pure love and adoration, yet hides something sinister beneath that bleeds through each touch. It’s as if he’s two people rolled into one and you can’t tell which is real.

He leans closer, his breath hot against your ear, his words a whisper laced with menace. "But you grew up, didn’t you? You became a woman, and oh, how things changed." His eyes, predatory and cold, scan your face as he pauses. "I told myself I wanted to keep you safe, to shield you from the horrors of the world," he continues, pressing his fingers deeper, pinning you with a force that shatters his protective guise. "But the one you need saving from is me."

Your eyes widen with fear and confusion as you squirm against the heat of his embrace and the confinement of his arms. He watches you silently, curiously, pondering your thoughts and feelings. Yet instead of releasing you, he draws even closer, his breath unsettlingly warm against your face. "Mein süßes Mädchen," he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your face with deliberate slowness. "I've always wondered how you'd look splayed out on my workbench... I'm just dying to know what's inside that pretty little head of yours..."

Your heart flutters as he speaks again, his voice low and hypnotic. You try to reply, but the words snag in your throat. His eyes gleam with eagerness as he observes your panicked struggle.

Then, with a contrived snicker, he shakes his head. "Oh, you should see your face!" he exclaims, his fingers darting out to tickle you. "You’re so easy to scare!" His laughter rings out again, hollow and disconcerting. You try to laugh along, but it comes out as a strangled gasp, hanging in the air as your father's chuckles continue to echo around you.

I'm currently writing the most emotional song I've made since "song." It's gonna be long and fucked up because it's about my trauma from OCD and intrusive thoughts so stay tuned I guess

do you ship charlie and alastor? :)

No, but I respect people who do. Anyone can ship anything. The only time I think shipping is unacceptable is when it’s inc*st or p*dophilia. If you want to ship a slightly younger character to a more older character, just age the younger one up, or age the older one down. If the characters are canonically ab*sive/toxic towards each other, you gotta make headcanons and stories, making these characters go through a lot of difficult obstacles that make them better people over time. It can’t just be, “I know what I did was wrong but I’m good now”. No. You gotta put them through different situations that build up to them slowly getting better and making them actually change. That, or you can just make an AU where they aren’t ab*sive/toxic. And with shipping inc*st. No, just eliminate that entirely. No headcanons, stories, or AU’s are okay for that. At least in my opinion.

I’ve been typing too long I gotta stop-

EDIT: You literally asked me 1 simple question, and I had to make it look like 100. Sorry. 😶

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