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[what-a-goodboy]

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Trans man

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I'm into fauxcest, CNC, pain play and generally most things kinky

My favorite thing ever is roleplay. I wanna be a prince, a vampire, a helpless babysitter. It makes sex so much sexier (even though it's good either way)

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[what-a-goodboy]

Angel son being corrupted by demon dad. Getting fucked face down on the bed as dad strokes his wings, threatening to snap them if the boy ever even thinks of leaving. Angel son cumming all over demon dad, shaking and crying, his halo dimmer at the heinous sin. He'll have to pray for forgiveness extra hard, if he could get the words out past his father's cock in his throat

[bambisflwrs]

gentle cnc makes my brain go all fuzzy and dumb “shh it’s not that scary once you get used to it”, “i know, i know, but it’s happening baby”, “you can cry if you need to it’s okay”, “there we go, shhh, all in now” i am a pathetic soaking mess ♡

[starburstbarks]

in honor of moving into a new place, a fic!

It had been a messy divorce. Yelling, fighting, a long custody battle, all of it leading to this. All dad wanted was his boy, mom took everything but his precious son, so he wanted to show the boy just how much he mean to him. Sobs echo through the empty home, hiccups and sniffles ignored by dad as he viciously sucks oh his boy's clit, dad's cold and tarnished wedding band brushing against his heated and dripping cunt.

"I did all this for you kiddo," His tongue dances and his fingers plunge deeper as his son's back arches off the old beaten mattress that mom couldn't be bothered to want. "This is our place now. We don't have to hide or sneak around your mother anymore baby. Kissing in the living room, sucking my cock in my office, fucking in the kitchen, we can do whatever we want with no one to stop us." he says, selfishly curling his fingers just to hear his boy scream.

"Dad, I can't- I love you. Please-" words jumble into moans and whimpers as his fingers working faster as he trails kisses up to his jaw. "It's gonna be okay kiddo, just let it go." every nerve fires as he cums for what must be the third time, oversensitivity shooting through his body while the older man laughs. "Atta boy." the praise rings through the boy's ears as he's hauled up to his knees, big and rough hands feeling him up as he cries from the pleasure. "Gotta break in the new house like big boys, yeah? Come on kid, let dad hear you. We can be as loud as we want now." his tip kisses his boy's sweet cunt before burying itself deep into his womb, soft and spongy walls hugging his dad's thick member as he whines at the feeling.

Dad flips the boy on his back, legs folded up to his ears as dad's stomach grinds on the younger boy's clit. There was no more hiding, no more running, nothing but the overwhelming sensation of dad cock ramming into his cervix over and over until he was a drooling mess, cumming with a choked out hiccup.

It's a good thing the walls are thick.

[ickytreats]

Coming home to see Dad fucking big bro. Big bro is so flustered and as dad covers his mouth. Dad is being so mean on his poor hole! Right on the couch with no worry that someone like his daughter can walk in. Dad has him in the prettiest full Nelson exposing that needy tdick. Dad's moans are heard all around the house, I could even hear them when I walked to the door.

I close the door behind me and I can feel my big brothers eyes on me. I smirk at him and shrug as I make my way to the other couch. Plopping down and getting comfortable as I watch them. Finally dad uncovers big brothers mouth, get out! He grunts, mhm no I think I'll watch. I smile, you're a bitch. I'm not the one who's getting fucked by Dad, I scuff. Finally getting put in your damn place, I roll my eyes and grab my phone. Dad doesn't even bother with our banter he is so used to our arguing. I'll fucking get you, big brother gasps when Dad sits him completely down on his cock. Slapping his dick before making him ride him.

Maybe you will but for now I get to see you be dad's fuck toy. I start recording him, smile! I smile at him as he is made to ride Dad. Stop recording me! Dad! Big bro whines, and dad finally buts in. Leave your big brother alone before I make you come over here and suck his damn dick. I roll my eyes and stop recording, fine...fine... But you should know ... He's the one who had been sneaking out! Little sis! Oh really? I watch as big bro is suddenly flipped onto the couch. Bottom up and face shoved into the cushion Dad pounding into him meaner than before. Big brothers loud moans are muffled as I get up, walking over with a smile and crouching down to his level. Good luck, big bro...I'll wait for your revenge, I reach and hand and softly touch his tdick. If you can function after, I laugh and get up walking away.

[what-a-goodboy]

Slasher dad stalking after me as I run through the woods, axe steady in his hand. Slasher dad catching me crying and hiccuping because my leg got caught in one of his traps. Slasher dad threatening to break it if I ever run from him again. Slasher dad that has to ignore the way his cock twitches at his sweet boy's "daddy it hurts" as he pulls my leg out of the bear trap

[naught-skull]

cnc kink 🤝 praise kink

"stop stop it's too much" 🤝 "shhh it's ok you feel so good. you're being so good for me"

"please I can't take it please" 🤝 "you can. you were made for this, made for me. you're so perfect"

[what-a-goodboy]

Force masc but it's dad taking me to a baseball field to teach me how to play. He gets frustrated that I'm not a natural like he was, so he forces me into the dugout and rips my uniform, leaving bruising kisses on my neck and torso until the welts on my skin turn purple. Dragging me to third base by the hair and folding me in half on his cock until I admit that I could do better.... Or something idk

[what-a-goodboy]

"There's my peter pan." The weird tablet he slipped in my drink had me higher than I've ever been, shape and colors dancing across my vision as my skin tingles with every touch. "My pretty pan, all high and flying. Bet this feels good, hm?" I nod and hum, unable to think past the flood of "fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me" consuming my thoughts. My shirt comes off first, then my pants, then my boxers all while he gently grazes over my flesh with big, rough hands. I can feel every atom vibrate, every molecule gravitate towards the goal of "fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me"

"Dad, I can't- everything is so much." His hands move down to my boycunt, finding it soaked. "Please touch me, or- or let me touch you. It feels so good." It doesn't matter that he was already touching me, already making his way slowly to my core, I needed it. I needed it more than anything.

"Easy my sweet lost boy. We're just getting started."

[ballpolisher]

im so feral for the full nelson position, just want to be folded in half and then physically made to look down at the cock destroying my hole. cant move, cant think, cant do anything but go “uh uh uh” as a pair of fat balls unloads right into my unprotected womb

[drkthoughts-k]

The biological need to be kidnapped and drugged so your mind gets fuzzy and you can be easily conditioned to love your captor, then you cling to them while they fuck and kiss you, getting you just as obsessed with them as they are with you

[what-a-goodboy]

Being choked out feels so good. My head swims and my hearing fades, it feels like a flood of euphoria before everything fades out and I collapse. The electric tingles in my finger tips, the ringing in my ears, everything comes crashing back seconds later, but I feels like hours as the blood rushes back to my brain. I love being choked out

[drkthoughts-k]

Currently obsessed with the idea of a big hairy man fucking me stupid, specially if he fall asleep on top of me and I get stuck

[chronicgaywizard]

Ohhh to be Ghost’s kidnapee and being referred to as exclusively his mutt. It’s even on your name tag, attached to the collar you tried very hard to be rid of at first- but a sharp correction and being shocked with the collar by the little electronic box attached set you straight.

Tags: pupplay, implied noncon, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome and noncon body modification but you like it cause you’re trans so it’s sick

Inspired by @rawme-price you little freak I am heavily enjoying kidnapper Simon

And once you realized he wasn’t going to murder you, life became.. nice. And you played the part- something you were too ashamed to do before, until Ghost took you in and made you the dog you were supposed to be.

Like now. Your ears perk up- shooting off of the huge bean bag Simon calls your dog bed and scurrying to the door when your Simon came through it. You pinned him against the door while he let out a grumble, ignoring his huffs while you furiously sniffed him. Bloodied, stained clothes- of course he’d been working at his butcher job, and you loved the smell of blood on him every day when he came home.

“You’re home- you’re home you’re home!! I missed you- I missed you, Simon- I missed you-“ you whine out, your sniffing becoming aggressive groping as you nip at his jaw- and whimper when the man scruffs you.

“Miss you too, buddy. Were you good?” he mumbles, cleft lip so cute that you couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him furiously. He moans under your excitement, groping at your own naked body against his clothed one- so cute, so sweet. He’d taken it upon himself to keep up with your t shots once you’d become his- and fuck, did he enjoy seeing the fruits of his labor.

You were hairier, thicker- and fuck, you were so horny. “So good- good good good, promise- promise I was good!” You moaned against him, and a sharp smack to your ass makes you squeal sharply. Fiddling with the tail plug, enjoying the way your butt wiggled and made the silicone tail wag with you. When you start trying to sink down- he stops you.

“Come on- please? Please? Puppy wants- I want your cock already! You promised- been waiting for you!” Your pleading and whining makes him smile down at you, enjoying the way your hands raked through his overgrown buzz cut.

“Y’ haven’t earned it yet, pup. If y’ want my cock, you know what you gotta do,” he mumbles out, kissing your forehead- then your cheeks, then your mouth gently. You let out a soft whimper, hiding your face in his huge palm as your cheeks burned.

“But-“ you start, falling silent when his stare hardens. You step away with burning cheeks, fingers tracing over the top surgery scars he’d done himself- you asked, and he made sure your cuts were perfect. Where that meat had gone- you didn’t know. Maybe he’d cooked it- it seemed like a Ghost thing to do.

Then, you slowly turn and get down on all fours- the sight making Ghost’s poor cock pulse against his thigh as he takes in your slick covered cunt. Fuck, it was slathered all over your thighs- even the butt plug was sticky. Your little cock looked engorged between your folds, throbbing and desperate for him as you lower your shoulders and face to the floor-

And present. Like the perfect puppy he shaped you to be.

“Please? Please? I’ve been good- you love me, don’t you? Simon- I love you Simon, please fuck me,” your warbled whines are like heaven in his ears, loud enough that he could pick up on every lovely note even with his shite hearing.

Ghost can’t help it, can’t help giving you what you want then as he shucks his bloody pants off, collapsing behind you to his knees so hard it rattled the floor. He tapped his already half hard cock against your soaking folds and shifting up the plug. You keen, wiggling so perfectly as he slowly sinks into you- fuck, you’re so right. Your hole just swallows him up, exactly what he needed after a long day at work.

“Fuck- love you too mutt- that’s my good boy,” he hissed out, pitiful moan leaving his mouth when he finally bottomed out. The plug was snug, rubbing his cock through the thin wall between your pussy and your ass deliciously. Everything he wanted, everything he needed.

You let out the sweetest, most satisfied moan- arms collapsing beneath you as you finally feel whole again. You were so happy, so full and warm again- full of Simon, Simon, Simon. Giggling when his hips started to move against you, choking on a gasp when he snatched you up by your collar and pulled your back to his chest. Licking up the side of your face, making you whine out in annoyance- only for it to turn to a yelp at a particular harsh thrust.

“Good puppy- good puppy, aren’t you? Don’t even- need to keep you locked up when I’m not home anymore, no accidents huh? Just- a good- dumb- mutt-“ he groans against your hair. Your hands scramble to hold on as he brackets his arm around your neck, your favorite collar. Your teeth sunk into his arm, slobbering over the other teeth mark scars you’d left there as you moan and drool.

“What, too dumb to think? Too happy to speak, that it? Poor little runt, missin’ my cock so much when I go out. Remember when you used to cry when I fucked you? Remember when you used to pretend you didn’t like it, mutt? Stupid thing, thinkin you could lie. Now look at you- I can feel how close you are,” his voice rumbled in your ears, making you whine.

Fuck- you did remember. You were just a stray back then, didn’t know better when you asked to leave. Silly, there was no where else to go- why would you leave the big strong arms that were choking you out right now anyways? Especially when his cock was ramming against your cervix, tummy curving just right over your ass.

“Mm- fuck- please-“ you slobbered out against the meat of his forearm, letting out a sharp sob when one of his hands moved from your throat down to your little achy cock. He pinches it roughly, gathering slick from your soaked pussy just to jerk you off juuuust the way you liked. You were so cute, wriggling desperately against his touch as your eyes rolled back into your head- teeth clamping down hard enough to draw blood now.

That searing pain- the ecstasy of knowing you were the one to inflict it because of what he was giving you- it sent the man straight over the edge. Emptying his heavy balls, slamming in a final few times as he trembled against you. Of course, shaky hand jerking your little cock off until you came around him with a pitiful moan.

Fuck, his cum just leaked everywhere. Even with your pussy stretched tight around him, it dripped down his taint and your thighs. Too bad he’d sterilized you the first day you got here- otherwise you’d probably have been pregnant by now. You didn’t seem to mind though, practically purring as you sucked and licked up his bloody forearm. Your cunt still milking him, hands rubbing over what you could reach with a satisfaction only Simon could give you.

Slowly, he sat up- bringing you with him to curl you against his chest. Fuck, you were so sweet. Stretching out in his embrace, turning to kiss his scarred and mangled face. He helped you, turning you to him completely while still snug on his cock just so you could wrap your arms and legs around his middle completely. Still squeezing his softening dick, licking and sucking his throat with happy yips.

“Welcome home, Simon,” you keened, and he rumbled out a laugh.

[what-a-goodboy]

Thinking about dad that gets off on me spending his money, groping at his cock every time I swipe his card. "I don't feel like opening my wallet" sticking my hand out and receiving his. It makes him beam with something twisted when the cashier asks if we're on a dad and son date, dad sticking his hand into my back pocket while telling them how how I've earned it.

[rawme-price]

It happened to price on the night of his 50th birthday, with his sweet young partner under him.

You'd spent all night at the restaurant teasing john, wearing the tight clothes he bought for you, flashing that pretty white lace snug around your hips when no one was looking. Price really did try to pay attention to his men, but all he could think about was bend you over the table and having his way.

Now he's here, caging you against the bed with two hairy forearms, alcohol on the lips that kiss over your skin "Bloody hell, kid, yer trying to kill me, huh?"

His body weight bears down on you, thick and solid. You squirm in anticipation, shifting your legs to feel the thick hard line of your john–

Huh....that's different. You tap his bicep, brows furrowed "dad? Uh....john?"

Price freezes, realization dawning. He clenches his jaw, unsure what to do. Masculine pride and humiliation making him huff in frustration, one hand reaches down to pull himself from his trousers "give me a second, love, I just– I gotta–"

But no matter how much john works his soft dick over, it doesn't harden. Flaccid in calloused palms. Watching your sweet john try desperately to fix it has you burning hot all over. Face red, he looks back at your "....I...I don't...."

"Hm? What's wrong, dad?" You prompt, far too excited with the situation, aching between your legs "do you need help?"

Before he can respond, you're pushing john over, flipping positions. He lands with a soft grunt right as you straddle him, white lace panties still on, and settle right on top of his soft dick. Trapping it between your clothed folds and his lower belly.

"....fucking christ, kid, seriously?" He groans, not at all stopping the hesitant grind of your hips "can't let yer old man rest, hm? That needy for dad?"

God, it feels amazing. John's cock fits so snugly against you, and when you brace your hands on his hairy chest you can rub your clit against his glands. "Ahhh– dad– you feel good–! Is it okay? Does it feel good?"

"Holy shit– yeah– fuckin' come here–" a large hand grips the back of your neck, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. You love kissing john, he's always so controlling about it, and you can taste the whiskey he likes on his teeth, smell his natural musk under the aftershave.

You cum embarrassingly fast, mind melting at the simple act of using price's soft dick. Still, you don't stop, not when he holds your hips and begins to rut against you properly with a mild "hold still, kid, I need this."

The sight of his pearly cum painting his soft tummy, tip barely peeking out from under your cunt is the hottest thing you've ever seen.

There's no way in hell you're letting this be a one-time thing.

[silverlullabies]

Thanks to the group chat I learned what a midieval codpiece was today so

Imagine princess Reader, grinding desperately against your knight’s gleaming armor, your slick arousal coating the cold metal and spilling down in messy rivulets. The curve of his codpiece presses perfectly against your G spot, sending jolts of pleasure through you with every roll of your hips.

Beneath you, your loyal knight bucks up wildly, his voice a desperate whine as he begs, “Please, my lady, let me shed this cursed plate… let me feel your soft, warm cunt wrapped around my aching cock instead of this unyielding steel.”