Cursed thoughts shared in discussions that is ridiculous and absurd in nature that it became a meme. Usually about popular characters and people.
I completely forgot women can get pregnant and that pregnancy wasn't just a weird fandom thing people did to male characters.
Deadass I was watching this episode and when it was revealed Millie is pregnant I said 'female Mpreg' bro that's just pregnancy.
Hey guys, sem julgamentos, mas vim perguntar se sou o único que sente tesão por monstros afeminados, tudo começou quando eu já não sentia prazer em porno normal, achava sem graça, aí comecei a sentir prazer nessas criaturas. imaginar que um ser que era para estar absorvendo sua alma está cavalgando na sua pika enquanto geme distorcidamente por prazer, me enche de tesão e pensamentos errados. Aquelas garras rasgando a pele, os dentes escorrendo saliva e o corpo deformado mas humanamente anatomico para me dar tesão, um monstro sem consciência sendo apenas movido por ódio e fome, mas com um corpinho violão... Da uma vontade imensa de fuder. Principalmente quando paramos para pensar as variações de monstros, como uma criatura penas feita de carne pode ser muito quente fazendo que o Ploc Ploc seja mais prazeroso, criaturas pequenas que seriam mais apertadas, slimes que seriam super molhados ou até mesmo insetos que a cada metida ele iam se contocer e estridularam enquanto gemem em um grande zumbido... Podemos pensar no paranormal, o que como seria bom ver uma criatura que com próprio rosto e de satanás com uma raba gigante enquanto lambe seu corpo, Agora toda vez que vejo alguma criatura que era para dar medo só consigo sentir atração, já fui expulso de de uma festa de halloween por isso. minha paixão e pelo desconhecido e queria saber se mais alguém e assim. Hey guys, no judgement, but I came to ask if I'm the only one who feels horny for effeminate monsters, it all started when I no longer felt pleasure in normal porn, I found it boring, then I started to feel pleasure in these creatures. imagining that a being that was supposed to be absorbing your soul is riding your pika while moaning distortedly with pleasure, fills me with lust and wrong thoughts. Those claws tearing the skin, the teeth dripping with saliva and the deformed but humanly anatomical body to make me horny, a monster without conscience being only driven by hatred and hunger, but with a little guitar body... It gives me an immense desire to fuck. Especially when we stop to think about the variations of monsters, such as a feathered creature made of flesh can be very hot making Ploc Ploc more pleasurable, small creatures that would be tighter, slimes that would be super wet or even insects that with each insertion they would twitch and squeak while moaning in a great hum... We can think of the paranormal, which would be nice to see a creature that has Satan's own face and a giant tail while licking his body, Now every time I see some creature that was supposed to scare me, I can only feel attraction, I was already kicked out of a Halloween party because of it. My passion is for the unknown and I wanted to know if anyone else is like this.
The poem originated from 4chan as part of a family of tendies (chicken nuggets) greentext stories. It was popularize after voice-overs of the poem was done by Youtubers.
Gimme gimme chicken tendies,
Be they crispy or from Wendys.
Spend my hard-earned good-boy points,
on Kid's Meal ball pit burger joints.
Mummy lifts me to the car,
To find me tendies near and far.
Enjoy my tasty tendie treats,
in comfy big boy booster seats.
McDonald's, Hardee's, Popeye's, Cane's,
But of my tendies none remains.
She tries to make me take a nappy,
But sleeping doesn't make me happy.
Tendies are the only food,
That puts me in the napping mood.
I'll scream and shout and make a fuss,
I'll scratch, I'll bite, I'll even cuss!
Tendies are my heart's desire,
Fueled by raging, hungry fire.
Mummy sobs and wails and cries,
But tears aren't tendies, nugs or fries.
My good-boy points were fairly earned,
To buy the tendies that I've yearned.
But there's no tendies on my plate!
Did mummy think that I'd just ate?
"TENDIES TENDIES GET THEM NOW,
YOU FAT, UNGRATEFUL, SLUGGISH SOW!"
I screech while hurling into her eyes,
My foul, bowel-dwelling diaper surprise.
For she who is un-pooped on is she who remembers:
Never forget my chicken tenders.Gimme gimme chicken nugs, Be they crispy or scraped from rugs. Spend my hard-earned good-boy points, on Kid's Meal ball pit burger joints. Mummy lifts me to the car, To find me nuggets near and far. Enjoy my tasty nuggly treats, in comfy big boy booster seats. McDonald's, Hardee's, Popeye's, Cane's, But of my nuggets none remains. She tries to make me take a nappy, But sleeping doesn't make me happy. Nuggies are the only food, That puts me in the napping mood. I'll scream and shout and make a fuss, I'll scratch, I'll bite, I'll even cuss! Nuggets are my heart's desire, Fueled by raging, hungry fire. Mummy sobs and wails and cries, But tears aren't nugs, tendies or fries. My good-boy points were fairly earned, To buy the nuggets that I've yearned. But there's no nuggets on my plate! Did mummy think that I'd just ate? "NUGGETS NUGGETS GET THEM NOW, YOU FAT, UNGRATEFUL, SLUGGISH SOW!" I screech while hurling into her eyes, My foul-smell bowel-dwelling diaper surprise. For she who is un-pooped on is she who shan't be smug: Never forget my chicken nugs. 
I'm not gay, but I will 100% take the opportunity to be fucked by a dude. I wouldn't even say I'm bi, since I have zero interest in a relationship with a man. I just love getting pounded is all. If I get fucked and swallow some cum and have an orgasm or two, I generally feel ready to go again, but I definitely don't want to hang out with the guy or kiss or hold hands or any of that gay shit afterwards. Wouldn't say I'm attracted to men at all really.I'm not gay, but I will 100% take the opportunity to be fucked by a dude. I wouldn't even say I'm bi, since I have zero interest in a relationship with a man. I just love getting pounded is all. If I get fucked and swallow some cum and have an orgasm or two, I generally feel ready to go again, but I definitely don't want to hang out with the guy or kiss or hold hands or any of that gay shit afterwards. Wouldn't say I'm gay. 🤭 
Its a story from the /vt (virtual Youtubers) board on 4chan that managed to spread to mainstream Hololive thanks to reposts by fans. Like many other 4chan posts, its most probably fake so people share the story as a joke.
I'm actually manipulating my wife into becoming Ina. I convinced her to take art lessons and lied that her voice hurts my ears so she could speak more softly. I picked her on purpose because she was a petite Korean girl with a flat chest: the perfect candidate. Lately I have been playing sounds during her sleep and whispering "the cucumbers will kill you only the ancient ones can save you" on weekdays and on weekends, I read a book full of terrible puns I found on amazon and to my surprise it worked. She now hates cucumbers and has started developing a wit for puns. She isn't exactly sure what "the ancient ones" means but she'll know when I'm done brainwashing her. Soon I will start subtly changing my body language around her to reflect approval towards outfits Ina would wear and things Ina would say. I've also been keeping her on a strict diet which keeps her slim while allowing her to drink Dr.Pepper or as I call it around her "Dr Oopsie". By next year the project should be done and I will hand sew her a replica of Ina's debut outfit so that I will be the first man on earth to try Ina's back in real life. I will then gift her a crowbar so she can gently bonk me any time i sekuhara her in our home.
Its originally the “I have an insatiable minion rape fetish” copypasta but changed to Kevin Brittingham, the founder of Q; a company that specializes in making silencers. He is often clowned online for perpetuating a tough guy persona in his social media.
I have an insatiable Kevin Brittingham fetish. It is my ultimate fantasy to be gagged, tied up, and brutally assfucked by Kevin Brittingham.
I have accrued tens of thousands in debt attempting to fill this void with sexual 'toys,' including several custom, unregistered form 1 silencer dildos and a balding Kevin-shaped real doll with a tramp stamp that reads "Take My Bepsi Challenge" in Chinese characters. I have had my face made love to by hundreds of balding, bearded, gen Xers, but not one of them could make me climax. Only Kevin is capable of giving me that release.
The wife and I are separated, and have accepted the fact that I will never see my kids again. The only thing keeping Karen from divorcing me is the fear that she might be the final push into a deep. inescapable abyss, at the bottom of which lies my death.
The truth is, our marriage died nine years ago on the night I met the love of my life. While browsing Instagram I saw Kevin's inconsistent welds and became rock hard, collapsing in the shower and sobbing at the realization that Kevin would never, could never, pin me down with his perfectly smooth body and stubby arms, penetrate me with his incredible shallow girth and empty his huge, aching balls deep inside my tummy. I sat there all night, sometimes weeping, sometimes ramming my flaccid dick into the shower drain in frustration.
It has been nine years since that night. I have nothing now. I have accepted that. My apartment is a squalid den of inescapable despair, filled with jizz-stained 300 blackout shells and tormented notes etched onto lewd posters of the honey badger. I spend my days printing out screenshots of his forum posts and crying. My only friends are the roaches.