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You have to go live with your estranged daddy on a farm in the middle of nowhere. He has so many animals on his farm: horses, cows, pigs, dogs, etc.

Daddy makes you help out around the farm, feeding the animals, cleaning up and picking up after them.

You end up liking it here, getting close to all the animals.

Until it's mating season. The horses have started getting restless. Daddy forces you to go up to one of them and stroke the sheath of its cock. It grows, massive and heavy in your hands.

Daddy forces you to bend over a tall stack of hay, pulling your pants and underwear off. Before you try and protest and flee, Daddy pushes your face down, the hay poking at the sensitive skin of your cheek.

You hear the horse's hooves stepping closer to you, then you feel the poke of its cock against your ass. You struggle and cry, afraid of what's about to happen.

Daddy guides the horse's cock to your cunt, rubbing it up and down against it, its precum making you more and more slick for it.

The horse pumps at you with need, making you yelp in fear. Finally, Daddy helps it by slowly pushing it inside, making you scream as your cunt gets split wide open to take its massive cock.

Once the horse finally feels your tight cunt around its tip, it starts thrusting, shoving it in deeper and deeper. Everytime it pulls back, it only pulls you with it, then knocks you back against the hay, deeper into your cunt.

You cry and scream from the pain, but Daddy just watches, and the horse is acting on pure instinct to breed.

me and those who also know how to enjoy freaky problematic characters get it.

source .

The need to pet a pretty little boy's head and coo about how handsome and cute he is while he turns redder and redder ♡♡

Talkative big bro who constantly teases sis for how filthy she is especially while fucking. Oldest bro walks in and they try to explain she wants this bc they think he’ll stop them but instead he tells them to keep going and he’s even nastier than the other brother and sis should be fucking losing it hearing her composed big bro talk about breeding her

Her breath hitched as his hands tightened around her hips, pulling her back against him with a force that made her knees buckle. “God, you’re so filthy,” he muttered into her ear, his lips brushing against her skin as he spoke. “Always begging for it, aren’t you?” She could feel the smirk in his voice, the smugness that always seemed to accompany his teasing.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape as he thrust into her again, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. “Shut up,” she whispered, her voice trembling with the effort to sound defiant. But even as she said it, she arched her back, pressing herself closer to him, unable to resist the way he made her feel.

He chuckled, low and deep, his breath hot against her neck. “You love it,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “You love being called out for how dirty you are. Admit it.” His hands moved up to her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples just hard enough to make her gasp.

“I don’t—” she started, but her words were cut off as he thrust into her again, harder this time, making her cry out. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the bed for support.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Let it out. Let everyone hear how much of a slut you are.” He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “You’re mine, and you always will be.”

She shivered at his words, her body responding to the possessive tone in his voice. She wanted to argue, to tell him he was wrong, but she couldn’t. Not when he was fucking her like this, not when he was making her feel so good.

The door creaked open, and she froze, her heart pounding in her chest. Oh god, no. She turned her head, her eyes widening in horror as she saw their oldest brother standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched them with a raised eyebrow.

“What the hell…” he muttered, his voice calm but laced with a hint of amusement.

She felt her face flush with embarrassment, and she tried to pull away, but her brother’s hands tightened around her, holding her in place. “Don’t stop,” he said, his voice steady despite the situation. “Keep going.”

She blinked, her mind struggling to process what was happening. “What? No, we—”

“I said keep going,” their oldest brother interrupted, his voice firmer now. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. “I want to watch.”

She felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, her body betraying her as a small moan escaped her lips. This can’t be happening.

Her brother behind her chuckled, his hands moving up to her hips as he resumed his thrusts, slow and deliberate now. “You heard him,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “He wants to watch his little sister get fucked.”

She could feel her face burning with embarrassment, but she couldn’t deny the way her body was responding to the situation. Her breathing quickened, her hips moving on their own as she pressed back against him, seeking more of the pleasure he was giving her.

Their oldest brother stepped closer, his eyes never leaving them as he watched with an intensity that made her shudder. “You’ve been holding out on me,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I had no idea you were this much of a dirty little slut.”

She whimpered, her body trembling as she felt his eyes on her, his words sending a jolt of arousal through her. “I’m not—”

“Oh, you are,” he interrupted, his voice cutting through her protest. “Look at you, taking it like a good little whore.” He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek before moving down to her lips. “You’re even prettier when you’re getting fucked.”

She felt her brother’s thrusts quicken, his breathing growing heavier as he listened to their oldest brother’s words. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, his voice husky with arousal. “You like hearing him talk about you like that.”

She couldn’t answer, her mind too fogged with pleasure to form a coherent thought. All she could do was moan, her body trembling as she felt herself getting closer to the edge.

Their oldest brother stepped closer, his hands moving to her hips as he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “You look so good like this,” he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine. “But I think you’d look even better with my cock in you.”

Her eyes widened at his words, her body shuddering with a mix of shock and arousal. “What?” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled, his hands moving down to her ass as he gave it a firm squeeze. “You heard me,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I want to see how much of a slut you really are.”

She felt her brother’s thrusts slow as he processed their oldest brother’s words, his hands tightening around her hips. “You’re serious?” he asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

“Dead serious,” their oldest brother replied, his voice steady and filled with a dark intensity. “I want to see her take both of us.”

She felt her body tremble at his words, her mind struggling to process what was happening. This can’t be real. But as she felt their oldest brother’s hands on her, his lips brushing against her neck, she knew it was.

“You want that, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice sending a shiver of arousal through her. “You want to be filled up, to be completely and utterly claimed.”

She couldn’t answer, her body betraying her as she pressed back against him, her hips moving on their own as she sought more of the pleasure they were giving her.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his fingers moving down to her clit, teasing it with slow, deliberate strokes. “Let us take care of you.”

She moaned, her body trembling as she felt herself getting closer to the edge. “Please,” she begged, her voice trembling with need. “Please, I need—”

“Shh,” he interrupted, his voice gentle but firm. “We’ve got you.”

She felt her brother’s thrusts quicken, his breathing growing heavier as he listened to their oldest brother’s words. “You’re mine,” he growled, his voice filled with a possessive intensity that made her shiver. “Mine to fuck, mine to claim.”

Their oldest brother chuckled, his hand moving up to her breast as he pinched her nipple, hard enough to make her cry out. “And mine to breed,” he added, his voice dark and filled with a possessive hunger that sent a jolt of arousal through her.

She felt her body clench around her brother’s cock at his words, her mind too fogged with pleasure to process what was happening. All she could do was moan, her body trembling as she felt herself getting closer to the edge.

“That’s it,” their oldest brother murmured, his fingers moving faster against her clit. “Come for us, little slut. Let us see how much of a whore you really are.”

She couldn’t hold back any longer, her body shattering as she came with a cry, her brother’s cock buried deep inside her. She felt their oldest brother’s lips on her neck, his fingers still working her clit as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his voice filled with a dark satisfaction that made her shiver. “You’re going to be taking care of us from now on.”

She felt her body tremble at his words, her mind struggling to process what was happening. But as she felt their hands on her, their bodies pressing against her, she knew she couldn’t deny it.

She was theirs. And there was no going back.

Brother / Sister duo both very in denial and guilt ridden about their incestuous feelings for one another, so they both get partners. They both try to be good partners, but are constantly so distracted by how angry they are that their sibling has a partner that they end up distracted.

The brother despises his sister’s boyfriend, thinks he is a lowlife and a loser. Completely undeserving of his sister’s love. His sister hates his girlfriend with just as much vitriol. Shes plotted and considered killing her constantly for the crime of daring to steal her brother from her.

Finally they reach a boiling point, fighting about how they hate each other’s partners, only for it to devolve into passionate kissing and declarations of love.

Let’s just say those “relationships” didn’t last long.

Orientation. This is it: your first college tour, your chance to discover if this campus is where you belong. For the first time, Mom isn't hovering nearby; she only agreed because your big brother goes here and swore to keep an eye on you. Your fingers tighten around your backpack straps as you tilt your head back, taking in the imposing brick frat house where he's waiting.

Big bro greets you at the door with a grin and a quick, strong hug. "Hey, kiddo! You made it. How’s my little sis holding up?"

"Tired," you admit, forcing a smile. "It’s a lot, you know? Being here."

He slings an arm around your shoulders, guiding you inside. "You’ll get used to it. Oh, and we're hosting a party here tonight. You're going to love it — trust me."

"A party?" Your voice wavers. Crowds aren’t your thing. Back home, you’re the shy one, more comfortable with books than booze. “I don’t know. I won’t know anyone.”

"Don’t sweat it. I’ll be right there with you. It’s the perfect way to dip your toes into college life," he says, his tone reassuring but firm. You nod, trusting him like always. He’s your big brother, after all — your protector.

———

Hours later, you’re in the thick of it. The frat house is a chaotic swirl of noise and bodies. Music thumps through the walls, a bassline that rattles your bones. The air is heavy with the sour tang of spilt beer, the musk of sweat, and a cloying hint of cheap perfume. People dance in tight clusters, some grinding shamelessly, while others shout over red cups or lock lips in shadowy corners. You hover near your brother, clutching a soda that’s gone flat, feeling like a deer in headlights.

"You okay?" he asks, leaning close so you can hear him over the din. His eyes scan you from head to toe, noticing how your fingers tremble.

"Yeah, just… nervous," you confess, biting your lip.

He smirks, grabbing a red cup from a nearby table. "Here, try this. It’s just punch — nothing crazy. It’ll loosen you up."

You hesitate, then take it. The first sip is sweet, fruity, with a subtle burn that warms your throat. It’s not bad. You drink more, and your brother keeps the refills coming. "Have fun, sis," he says, pressing another cup into your hand. "You’re too tense."

One drink becomes two, then three, then five. The room tilts, and your laughter bubbles up too loud, too sloppy. You sway on your feet, gripping your big brother's arm to stay upright. The lights blur into halos, and your tongue feels thick when you try to speak.

“Bro I… I think I’m drunk,” you slur, giggling as you stumble into him.

He steadies you, his hands firm on your waist. "Whoa, lightweight. You’re wasted. Come on, let’s get you sobered up." He turns to a group of his buddies nearby, all frat guys with cocky grins. "Hey, I’m taking her upstairs to chill. She’s had too much."

They laugh, one of them clapping him on the shoulder. "Good luck, man. Don’t let her throw up on you."

Your brother rolls his eyes, guiding you toward the stairs. You lean into him, trusting his strength, his warmth. He’s taking care of you, like always. The steps are a blur, and then you’re in a dimly lit bedroom. A single lamp flickers in the corner, casting long shadows over an unmade bed with rumpled sheets. He eases you onto the mattress, and you flop back, the ceiling spinning above you.

"Feel any better?" he asks, sitting beside you. His voice is different somehow, you barely recognize it.

“Kinda, just a little overwhelmed,” you mumble, closing your eyes. The bed dips as he shifts closer, and then you feel it — his hand pressed against your thigh.

"You know all those guys down there are dying to talk to you?" his fingers inching higher as he speaks. "You just need something to help you calm down."

Your eyes snap open, confusion cutting through the fog. "Bro? What’re you—"

"Shh," he soothes, leaning over you. His breath brushes your cheek. “Just relax, sis. No one’s gonna know. I'm just warming you up.”

His lips crash against yours, hard and hungry. You freeze, your brain screaming that this is wrong — he’s your brother. You push at his chest, but your arms are weak, heavy from the alcohol, and he doesn’t budge. “Bro, stop,” you whisper, voice shaking.

"Hush," he says, kissing your neck, his stubble scraping your skin. "Quiet, or someone might hear." His hands roam, unbuttoning your shirt, exposing your bra. You squirm, but he's just so much bigger than you. There's not much you can do other than take it.

"See? You want this," he teases, sliding a hand under your skirt. His fingers find you through your panties, and you’re mortified to realize you’re wet. "Now stop being so dramatic."

“No, I—” you start, but he cuts you off with another kiss, deeper this time, his tongue invading your mouth. He tugs your panties aside, stroking you until you’re gasping, your protests dissolving into moans. It’s wrong, so wrong, but the alcohol blurs the edges, and his touch feels too good to fight.

He pulls back just long enough to remove his clothes, then the rest of yours, leaving you bare beneath him. "Gonna fuck you now, little sis," he laughs, unbuckling his jeans. “Consider it part of your orientation.”

You should scream, run, do something, but you don’t. You can’t. When he pushes into you, it’s overwhelming — stretching you, filling you, a sharp ache melting into pleasure. You cry out, and he clamps a hand over your mouth. "I said quiet!" he hisses, thrusting slow and deep. "Don’t want anyone walking in on you getting fucked by your big bro, do you?"

The rhythm builds, his hips snapping against yours, and slowly you lose yourself in it. The slick friction, the filthy thrill of his words. "See, isn't it better when you just relax" he groans, gripping your hips.

Suddenly, the door creaks open. A guy stumbles in — tipsy, bumbling. “Hey, I was — oh, nice!” the guy stares, eyes wide as he takes in the scene: you sprawled out on the bed, getting pinned down and pounded.

"Get the fuck out," your brother snaps, not missing a beat. "This slut’s mine."

The guy blinks, shocked. “Alright man, calm down...”

"I said out!" he roars, and the guy scrambles back, the door slamming shut. His words echo in your head — this slut’s mine — and it does something to you. A fresh wave of arousal floods you, your cunt clenching around him.

"You like that, don’t you?" he taunts, thrusting harder. "Me owning you like this?"

"Yes," you gasp, the confession spilling out. "It was fucking hot"

He starts pounding into you with new intensity. Your legs wrap around him, pulling him deeper, and the room fills with the sounds of skin on skin, your stifled moans, his ragged breaths. The pressure keeps building as you tremble beneath him.

"I-I think I'm gonna cum bro..." you whimper, clinging to him.

"Me too, sis." he grunts, driving into you one last time. Your body arches, a scream caught in your throat as he covers your mouth with his fist. He follows, spilling inside you with a low, guttural moan, his weight collapsing onto you.

He rolls off, pulling you against his chest. You’re sticky, sore, and reeling, but his arms feel safe, even now.

"What did we do?" you whisper, shame creeping in alongside the afterglow.

"I told you sis, orientation," he says, kissing your forehead. "Our secret. No one needs to know.”

One order of Hypersexual youngest! 🍨

It all starts because Little Sister's libido is way too high. At first, it was controllable for her but then it got worse. Her hands weren't enough, she didn't dare to buy toys. Eventually though Mom finds out, her poor baby! Buys her toys and has a sit-down. Shows her exactly how to use the toys, making herself and her baby cum multiple times.

Until those toys aren't enough either she gets tired but her need is still there. To the point, she's in tears so needy. Everyone in the family feels so bad for the little one. Until Big Brother offers himself. Lil Sis is shy at first not daring to ask, multiple times Big Bro has found her in tears needy. Fucks her right on the spot, reassuring her that it's okay.

The first time that happened he fucked her right in the hall. They made a mess, her cum all over the floor. Both panting, sweaty and tired but at least little sis was satisfied. Plus Big Bro had fun, Cumming all over her.

Until she finally gets the hang of it. Pulling her Big Bros cock out whenever she wants. At the dinner table, while he plays video games, the moment he gets home from work, and while he’s sleeping. Mom and Dad get used to the sight of them fucking all over the house.

Heck! Sometimes they even rub her little cunnie for her if they feel like Big Bro is getting tired. She had over stimulated him so many times just asking for round after round, either Dad or Mom has had to step in a few times.

Eventually, the whole family becomes free use for the youngest. All are willing to satisfy her needs whenever.

Dad would pull her off her Big Brother-sensitive cock. And sit her on his thigh, she’d be a whiny mess grinding on it. As Dad chuckles telling her to calm down as he unzips his pants getting ready to fuck her.

Mom would be able to tell when Big Bro is getting tired. Would be over in seconds sucking on her babies clit to work her up and get her tired quicker. Would finger her Big Brothers cum back into her pulling another orgasm.

aaa i need a mom/dad to take advantage of me ໒꒰ྀི ˃̵͈᷄ ^ ˂̵͈᷅ ꒱ྀི১

preferably an older woman

me n whooooooooooo

Playing Horsey

"Dada!!! I'm so glad you're home!!" Daddy walks through the front door and sets his work stuff down. "Hi baby girl, I missed you today." I jump into his arms so excited to play with Daddy now that he's home. "Dada," I say as I bounce excitedly in his arms, "can we play horsey before Mommy comes home?" I squeeze him tight and kiss all over his face. "Please Daddy please!!!!" I'm continuously bouncing up and down unknowingly grinding on Daddy's jean-clad cock. Daddy holds me still and says, "Did you do all your chores little one?" I nod, "Yes Dada, all my chores are done just like you told me to." He smiles and rubs my wiggling butt. "That's my good girl. Do you know what good girls get, princess? They get rewards." I squeal in excitement, "Thank you, Daddy, I'm so excited!" He puts me down and I anxiously wait for him to sit down so we can start playing.

"Come here princess, come sit on Daddy's lap." I climb onto Daddy's lap and wrap my little arms around Daddy's big shoulders. "Before we start playing I need to check your panties, baby. Lean back into my arms and spread your pretty little legs for me, sweetie." I obey and flip my skirt up so Daddy can see my white cotton panties with a little wet spot in them. "Oh look at you, already wet for Daddy. You're such a good daughter. Alright baby, go ahead and start playing, make your kid parts feel good on Daddy's lap." I start bouncing and grinding on Daddy's lap making my princess parts feel all tingly. I don't know why this happens, but Daddy says that it's supposed to happen when Daddy plays with me. He says it's natural. He cups my boobies through my shirt cooing at me. "You're doing so well princess, don't stop. I'm just gonna take your little shirt off so I can see your pretty little baby tits."

My face goes red as he lifts my shirt. "B-but Daddy, you've never done that before. Is this normal? I don't think that Daddys are supposed to see their daughters without a shirt." He laughs and gropes my little bouncing boobies. "Awwww does this make you embarrassed, sweet girl? It's okay baby, all Daddys should see their little girl's boobies. It's Daddy's right to see all of his baby girl." I look at him skeptical, but Daddy has never done anything bad to me before. "Alright Daddy," I say still half embarrassed at my semi-nude state, "as long as it's what is normal." I continue bouncing on his lap, feeling my panties grow wetter with every bounce. My boobies are being massaged by Daddy. He is pinching my nipples making me squirm as I feel every sting.

I start to feel a warmth grow in my stomach. My legs start to shake and little whimpers spill out of my mouth. "Keep going kiddo, I know you're close. Don't stop playing, let Daddy make you feel good." My whimpers get louder as my panties fill with wetness. "Dada Dada Dada," I yell as I make a wet spot on Daddy's pants, "you make me feel so good Dada, I love playing horsey with you." He pinches my nipples one last time. "You're such a good daughter, baby. Would you like to make Daddy really happy?" I squeeze him tight so excited to be a good girl for Daddy. "Yes Dada, I want to make you so happy." He smiles, "Alright princess, lay down on the couch. That's it! That's my good girl. Now take off those pretty cum filled panties so Daddy can inspect your pretty little baby parts." I hesitate for a second. "Is that normal Daddy? Do other Daddys inspect their daughter's private parts?" "Yes kiddo it's very normal, but it's something private, so don't tell your little friends, okay princess. Now if you want to be extra good, you'll let Daddy put his big adult part inside you." I want to be the best girl for Daddy.

I'm sorry but I'm kinda obsessed with like "domestic?" Fauxcest where like we're definitely fucking but I'm also barging into your room randomly to throw a bag of chips at your head and flip you off before leaving.

[ playing doctor with my sweet little sister ]

helping her up onto the table, sneaking a peek at her little pink undies below her skirt as she crawls up~

“That’s it, sweetie. Okay, are you ready for your checkup? Good, good.. now it’s important you listen to everything the doctor says, okay honey?” making sure she’ll play nice when the ‘doctor’ needs to take a closer look.

taking my time, inspecting every pretty part of her body. hand on the soft skin of her cheek, fingers tracing her dimples and jaw.

“You’re so pretty, sis. You know that?” I mumble, edging closer so that I stand between her parted thighs and legs dangling off the table.

my cock throbbing incessantly in my pants, desperate to grind against her and feel her sticky wetness bloom through her cotton panties.

“Now, I need you to take off some clothes, okay sweetie? The doctor needs to be able to get a closer look-“ unable to stop my breath from hitching as I consider seeing her bare skin, soft and supple.

starting with her top, lifting it over her head and stifling a gasp when her perky little breasts come into view. Instantly reaching out to take one into my hand, despite doing my utmost to take it slow

rolling her soft nipple between my index and my thumb.

“This all-.. looks good..” *I mumble, trying to stretch out the time I can touch her tits without her catching on.

a shiver runs down my spine in anticipation for the next inspection. my eyes flick between my pretty little sister and the kitchen door (it was the only place we had an ‘operating’ table!) nervous our dad might walk in, might hijack my checkup!

“Now- uh-“ clearing my throat, almost surprised by my own boldness.

“Can you.. pull down your skirt for me?” I ask as the anticipation inside of me wells up to a bursting point.

watching as she obediently drops her skirt, it’s soft pink fabric falling to the floor over my black leather boot.

the feeling of my big-brother-cock tenting against my pants. seeing my perfect little sister exposed, only her tiny undies preserving her dignity.

getting down on my knees, eyes level with her sweet little covered cunt. my hands running up and down her thighs. knowing exactly what I am doing as my hands dance towards her inner thigh, waiting patiently as that perfect wet patch begins to form on her panties.

glancing up at her constantly, checking her expression as I grow bolder and bolder in my advances.

fingers stretching ever nearer to her most sensitive spot on each pass of her thighs, finally, letting my fingers push past the hemline. the perfect little blush on her face telling me all I need to know, telling me this is exactly what she needs.

and I’m so ready to provide, just as a good big brother doctor should.

“I’m gonna get a little closer now, ‘kay sweetie?” I ask, not waiting for a response

I hook my index under the hemline of her undies, pulling the wet fabric to the side to expose her slick little cunt. feeling her shiver as as the cool kitchen air hits her wet slit.

‘p e r f e c t i o n’

“Cold, baby? Don’t worry, don’t worry, pup. I’ll fix it. Leave it to big brother.”

not wasting another moment as I bring my lips to her cunt, kissing sloppily with an open mouth. drinking her essence greedily as I listen to her pretty noises and whines.

pushing forwards as she leans back on the table, her legs instinctively coming up over my shoulders. lacing my fingers with hers, thumb stroking reassuringly over the back of her palm.

my tongue pushing deep into her untouched slit, my freehand slipping down to rub my aching bulge, desperate thoughts to whisk her away to my room at conflict with those that just want her to feel good and love her big brother~!

me and my sister

"youre like a brother to me" while i bounce on ur cock

Want the kind of sibling relationship where me and my sister could be hanging out all normal and platonically, then one of us gets turned on randomly, and we just casually fuck each others brains out then go back to hanging out like nothing happened. You felt a tingle in your cunt sis? Here let big brother scratch that itch for you real quick, then back to building the base in our shared Minecraft world.

Having an older brother and an older sister is amazing, until they get hungry.

Suddenly you’re pinned down with your big brothers pussy shoved into your mouth, and your big sisters cock burrowed in between you legs and you can’t stop moan and sucking and cumming.

saying “but im just a little girl!!!” when big sis touches me, she said “that makes it even better” and i wowowowowowumwow

I remember it like it was yesterday, you know? When I met you. Mom carefully placing you in my arms. I knew right then and there that I'd love you forever. My sister. And now look at us. You bent over the kitchen counter, moaning like an animal in heat. My cock pounding in and out of your pussy, dripping down onto the floor. You're my little sister. And I love you. Don't you ever forget it.

Stepdad who takes me with him at his job, just so he can freely fuck me in his office <3

Stepdad who lets me hump his thigh when I'm overly stressed <3

Stepdad who grunts "you're so much tighter than your mother" while he's ramming full force inside me <3

Stepdad who picks me up from school and fucks me on the backseat of his car, leaving his hand marks on my ass <3

Stepdad who has such a pretty thick accent when he calls me his little doll <3

Stepdad who presses painful pressure on my throat to stop my moans when he's fucking me so mom won't hear <3

bed peace ⊹₊⟡⋆ j.sc

୨୧ pairings｜stepbrother!sungchan x reader

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୨୧ warnings｜noncon touching turned duncon kinda，stepcest，soft dom sungchan，forced kissing，big dick sungchan ofc 😞，praising，crying，daddy kink，lowkey ddlg，choking，non-penetration sex TO penetration，"just the tip"，teasing，little sister big brother talk，yn's sensitive

inspired by this <3

"channie?" you whisper softly, tugging the comforter down to reveal even a sliver of his face. his breathing is shallower than usual, and he's still, but you were unsure if he's already drifted off to sleep. he never sleeps early. at least not when he's staying the night at your parents house. you repeat his name, but silence greets you, and you can't help the disappointment in your stomach. you sigh, reluctant to walk away and surrender to sleep. you lingered for a minute longer in his room, still hovering over him, too scared to turn around and leave. the walk to your room was long and dark. you mustered up all your courage just to run down here, and you don't know if you can make yourself do it again.

this was all your fault. you had a scary dream, and it was hard laying in your big room all alone with nothing but your thoughts to torture you. you feel like a kid again, close to the brink of tears, thinking of facing this fear. It's always been better for you to let sungchan face it for you. that's what big brothers are for! you would rather snuggle up in his bed and cling to his arms wrapped around your waist like he was a border to shield you. even if sungchan teased you for still getting scared this easily, you know you could count on your big brother to protect you. but he can't protect you when he's sleeping.

you reach out and push on his shoulder outside the cover one last time. when he stirs a bit at the touch, you call out for him again, “channie... I need you.” this time, you see his eyelashes flutter, his eyes squinting as he peers at you. not even turning to look at the time on his phone, he just lifts his cover, looking back to you standing pitifully with your lip tutted out. “you okay? scary dream?" you take his actions as a gesture to slip into the bed with him. climbing to the side closest to the wall and lying directly in his arms, he drops the cover on both of you.

"mhm, had a bad dream," you finally respond, closing your eyes at this newfound warmth. he leans forward, kissing your forehead, words rumbling against your back. "I'm sorry, baby. I have you now." you smile at his words, feeling so safe and content.

a lot of people say your relationship with sungchan is weird but you never understood.

this was just sister-brotherly love. sungchan knew you better than any person ever has, even your mom. since your mom married his dad, you were forced into this new lifestyle with a new sibling with a very different personality from yours. It was hard at first, but you and sungchan clicked, and you never hid who you were with him and he never hid from you. sure he made your guy friends and boyfriends uncomfortable but they're just weird. there was nothing weird if you liked the affection and attention from your brother. the hugs, holding hands, occasional kisses on your forehead, and especially cuddling. he's your favorite guy! told you over and over again how happy he was that you were his sister, that you were the best little sister, and that he loved you more than mom and dad.

sungchan's hands roamed your hips, tugging you closer, and you let him in. his room smells of vanilla like him, and you don't think about how it has you falling deeper into him. too distracted by the goodness you feel, you don't think about the weird feeling filling your tummy when he presses himself against you, firm and hard behind you. barely thinking about how much bigger and stronger he's gotten and how he's grown into your type. you stay like this for thirty minutes and almost think sungchan had fallen asleep. but after a while, his hands slowly smooth down your stomach until he's pressing on your panties.

you gasp, turning to look at him, but he's already staring at you, big hand pressing against your mouth. "shhh... just let me." you can't comprehend what's going on. he's way too strong for you to fight back properly. "you make me so hard, baby," sungchan groans, pushing his hips to rut against you. "so sexy.. my little sister is so sexy,"

the tears in your eyes have already started flowing down onto his hand. you're confused and conflicted with what happened to make sungchan have such a direct change. you hate that your pussy clenches when he works his fingers inside your panties, fingers dragging against your folds. he circles your clit, and you feel heat rush through you for the first time. your body is trembling and tears are nonstop. "baby— baby, you have to calm down—" sungchan's voice is deep and dripping with concern, but you don't know how to calm your body.

"you know I won't hurt you," he whispers, "your big brother loves you." but you can't listen. your hips are bucking up into his hand, and you feel icky. his hand falls from your mouth, and everything breaks loose. "this– this is wr–wrong, channie," you sob. "we're not supposed to do this."

Instead of answering, sungchan kisses you, tongue running messily over your lips, and when he intrudes your mouth, it all feels so foreign. you don't know how to react, just letting him abuse your mouth until your lips are bitten red and swollen. the kiss slows your thinking down, your legs clenched around sungchan's hand tight, and your eyes rolling back. when he pulls away, spit trails, and his fingers start circling your clit again. "see baby," he huffed out, forcing your legs to spread, "not that bad, huh?" you sniffle and pout, pushing back against him subconsciously.

"channie—" "call me daddy." it was phrased so softly that if it wasn't so lewd, it could be ignored. and it should terrify you. It should be grossing you out to be this close to someone you grew up with, especially someone you thought was your real brother, but your tongue hangs out like a puppy for him anyway. like you're giving yourself away. his mouth drops open ever so slightly as his eyes follow the motion of your tongue, and then he lets out a low hum. "say it."

"sungchan..." you pause when he gives you a look, finger prodding your hole. you start wiggling again. "not there daddy... please... know we can't!" your lip tuts out, fingers digging into his arm in an attempt to distance you two. "don't worry, baby daddy's gonna make you feel good, don't you love me?" his question comes out as more of a statement like he doesn't doubt that you do love him. "I love you, daddy! I–I do, but–" sungchan scoffs at you, pulling your panties down to your knees, and the stickiness makes you shy. you gasp, covering your mouth with both hands, when something odd presses against your pussy.

"never done this before?" you shake your head no, hips seemingly rocking on their own. "never felt this before... don't—don't think we're supposed to do this, daddy..." when the words leave your mouth for a third time sungchan comes to a halt. "I love you. you're my little sister, and I'm supposed to show you these things." his breath against your skin makes you shudder, goosebumps popping out all over your skin. he kisses down your neck, sloppy and slowly till hes pressing kisses on your shoulder. "I won't put it in."

you don't understand what he means until he's dragging his cock between your slit, collecting your slick to use as a lubricant, and instead of going inside, he's spreading it. your vision nearly blanks feeling him on your pussy. he's so hard and heavy, and your cunny is aching the slower he pushes his hips forward and slides his cock on you. "fuck... baby, you feel so good for me." he works to circle his tip on your clit, feeling you writhe under him.

"nnng daddy daddy daddy!" you whimper. this is so embarrassing. your pussy is clenching and pushing out more wetness, and you feel like you'd rather die than let sungchan know how sensitive you are. your nipples are hard poking your shirt, and when he uses his hand to push his fat tip so deep inside your lips you can't help but curl and wiggle. "please—" "yeah? big brother making you feel good?" you swallow and try to talk, but he instead slides between your folds deeper and the words get trapped in your throat. you can’t handle having him like this. It was too hard to even look at him. "feel—feel you—" he nodded, his cold hand planting itself on your cheek, fingers dipping to wrap around your throat. "I know, baby. can feel me in you." the air was thick between you two, getting even more tense when you tried to push his hand away in panic. "n–no! no no daddy–" your mind is bleary, voice breaking.

theres this strange shift in his demeanor when he looks into your eyes. not unexpected, just more— intense. when you blink back tears and sniffle, it's almost like his face hardens. eyes flickering over your expression, lingering on your swollen lips again before it drops down between your legs. It's like he’s got more to say or something left to do. you whimper the longer he continues to put pressure on your throat and pull on his wrist a little. "d—daddy— gonna—gonna cum...!"

"I'm so sorry, baby. I need to feel you," he said, closing the gap between you and lining up at your entrance. he finally sank his tip into your needy little hole, his lips barely grazing yours. you feel weird again. not being able to stop your eyes from fluttering shut when he stretches you out. your mouth is open and wide from the painful sensation filling you as he starts slowly thrusting, sliding deeper with each thrust until he bottoms out. "no! no sungchan—” you try to warn, but he tightens his grip to silence you, and your body starts to feel like it's breaking down.

the pace he sets is menacing, enough to have you whining and arching your back into him. the tip of his cock is nudging your cervix with every deep thrust. you can't hear him cooing anymore, just the sounds coming from your bodies meeting. “oh no... did I lose you, baby?" he whispers in your ear, letting go of your throat so you can breathe. your heart is fast hammering against your chest as he fucks you into your very first orgasm. "close for me, baby?" you nodded, tears spilling again. "hurts—feel—feel big brother in—in my tummy..."

sungchan's hands slid down your stomach, firm hand pushing your abdomen as he bruised your pussy. "mhm?" your brother smiled, "feel me here" your words are incoherent when you start twitching against him. "come on. cum for me, baby. cum for your big brother." you shook your head, clouded and lost in thought as you pushed your hips to meet his sharp thrusts. "gonna fill this pussy up," that’s all you need to make your walls clench even tighter, pulsating with the euphoric shocks of your orgasm. Your moans are high-pitched, and you repeatedly hear weak mumbles of his name.

“there you go, get me all messy, baby.” he praises, leaning forward to press a long kiss to your forehead. "my favorite little sister.”

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☆⁠ PAIRING : Yandere Dick Grayson x Wayne Reader x Yandere Jason Todd

☆⁠ SYNOPSIS : They aren't really good at sharing things. But one thing that they both can agree on is that they like fucking you.

☆⁠ WARNING : MINOR DNI, straight up smut, threesome, stepcest.

☆⁠ NOTES : Reader is female as usual. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

The Batcave smells like sweat, blood, and sex—raw and dirty, the kind of stench that clings to the walls and stains the mats beneath you. You’re fucked-out already, sprawled ass-up on the grimy training floor, caught between Dick and Jason like some twisted prize they’ve been clawing at for hours.

Dick’s got you pinned, his moral bullshit long gone, just a snarling, sweat-drenched man with his cock buried balls-deep in your cunt. His hands are bruising your hips, fingers digging in so hard you’ll feel the marks for days, and he’s growling against your neck, all that golden-boy charm fucked into oblivion. “Jason, you’re fucking her too hard,” he snaps, voice ragged, his thrusts sloppy as he tries to keep some shred of control. But he’s lying—he’s just as brutal, slamming into you like he’s trying to carve his name into your goddamn soul.

Behind you, Jason’s massive hands gripping your waist like a vice as he rams into you from the other end, his dick stretching your ass so wide it burns in the best fucking way. “She’s a big girl, Dickie,” he snarls, voice dripping with venom and lust, his breath hot and damp against your ear. “She can take my cock—look at her, fuckin’ drooling for it.” He yanks your hair back, forcing your face up from the mats, and you whimper, spit trailing down your chin, your body shaking under the onslaught.

“Fuck, I don’t wanna break her,” Dick grits out, but his hips don’t stop, pounding into your dripping pussy with wet, obscene slaps that echo through the cave. He’s a mess—hair plastered to his forehead, sweat rolling down his chest, eyes wild as he watches where he’s splitting you open. His fingers slip, slick with your juices, and he smears it across your thigh like he’s marking you.

“Then don’t be a pussy,” Jason fires back, his thrusts brutal, unrelenting, his balls slapping your skin with every filthy shove. “She’s begging for it. Ain’t that right, princess?” He slaps your ass, hard, the sting making you yelp, and you feel a fresh gush of wetness spill out of you, soaking Dick’s cock even more.

“I’m—I’m fine,” you choke out, voice wrecked, barely audible over the sound of flesh smacking flesh. “Please, Dick, fuck me harder—please.” It’s a desperate, slutty whine, and Jason laughs, dark and mean, his hand sliding down to rub at your clit, rough and careless.

“Listen to her, Grayson,” Jason taunts, his fingers slipping in your slick, making you scream as he presses down hard. “She’s a fuckin’ Wayne—she’s built for this shit. Give her that pretty-boy dick like you mean it.”

Dick’s eyes flare, lust and fury crashing together, and he snaps. “Fuck it,” he snarls, and then he’s gone—fucking feral—his hips slamming into you so hard your tits bounce, your whole body jolting forward into Jason’s punishing rhythm. “You want it? Take it, then,” he growls, voice low and dangerous, his cock driving so deep you feel it in your throat. Your cunt’s a sopping mess, cum and slick dripping down your thighs, pooling on the mats in a filthy puddle.

Jason’s not letting up either—his thrusts are savage, splitting your ass open, and he’s grunting like an animal. “Goddamn, you’re tight,” he rasps, his voice cracking with raw need. “Takin’ me like a fuckin’ champ—shit, you’re a dirty little slut for me, aren’t you?”

“Fuck you,” Dick spits, but it’s half a moan, his grip on your hips bruising as he drills into you. “She’s not yours—she’s mine.” You feel Dick twitch inside you, close to blowing his load.

“Keep dreamin’, asshole,” Jason shoots back. He leans down, spits on where his cock’s stretching you, and the wet slide of it makes you scream, your body bucking between them. “She’s creamin’ all over me—fuck, look at that.”

They’re both losing it, and you’re the center of their storm—fucked-out, dripping, your cunt and ass clenching around them as they take you apart. “You’re a goddamn mess,” Dick groans, his voice breaking as he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. Your face is tear-streaked, lips swollen, and he smirks. “So fuckin’ beautiful like this.”

“Move,” Jason snaps, shoving Dick’s hand away, and then he’s yanking you up by the hair again, his lips crashing into yours in a messy, bruising kiss—teeth and tongue and pure desperation. Dick growls, jealous, and his next thrust is so hard you see stars, your moan swallowed by Jason’s mouth.

“Gonna cum,” Dick pants, his rhythm faltering, and Jason’s right there with him, his grunts turning into low, guttural curses. “Fuck—me too,” he mutters, and they’re both gone—Dick spilling hot and thick into your pussy, Jason unloading in your ass, their cum mixing with yours as you clench around them, shattering again.

You’re a wreck—screaming, shaking, cum oozing out of you as they keep thrusting through it, milking every last drop. Dick collapses first, pulling you down with him, his chest heaving as he buries his face in your neck, muttering your name like a prayer. Jason’s slower to let go, his cock still twitching as he pulls out, cum dripping down your thighs in a sticky, filthy mess.

“Jesus fuck,” Jason breathes, slumping beside you, his hand resting on your ass like he’s not ready to stop touching you. Dick’s arm snakes around your waist, pulling you close, and for a moment, it’s just the three of you—panting, wrecked, tangled in the aftermath.

“You’re did well,” Dick murmurs, his voice soft, lips brushing your skin.

“Damn right, good girl.” Jason adds, his fingers tracing the bruises they’ve left.

And as you lie there, fucked-out and sweaty, between their body.

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tw stepcest

stepdad!kento catches himself one evening at the bathroom door as you're showering. his wife, your mother, is out for the evening and he's been tasked with trying to bond with you—his moody stepdaughter who has yet to warm up to the prospect of a man in the house.

everything you did seemed to be to spite the poor man. he had dedicated so much of himself to this marriage, and still you can't offer him even a chance. he had planned on sitting you down this evening to watch through a movie with him—he'd make popcorn and let you choose whatever dumb film you pleased. but he knew that would get him nowhere.

because you hated him. at least, he had thought.

but as he had walked past the bathroom to find the door cracked and the softest of humming sounding over the running water, kento started to wonder if your actions have been from a place of hate or from somewhere else entirely.

like that one time last week in the kitchen. he had been holding a tall glass of water, and you deliberately walked right into him, making him spill it all down the front of your thin pyjama top. you made such a drama about him watching his fucking step, but as kento thinks back on it he can't quite remember your expression. he had been staring, albeit unintentionally, at the way your nipples hardened through your now wet and now see through top. and you didn't say a word about it.

kento shakes his head. he's just being perverted: you have no intentions of riling him up in any capacity outside of innocent displeasure. you're not some horny young woman with eyes set on her step father, and kento is a nasty man for even entertaining the thought.

until you moan his name.

a sweet and prolonged "kentooo," that drips down the shower walls and reaches his ears just as his blood rushes south. is he hearing you right? maybe you're calling out for his help. maybe you're shaving and you cut yourself bad. or you fell and he was too in his own head to hear it.

that's the justification he comes up with in his head when he decides to push the dor open just a little wider and peek in. if you were hurt, he'd be decent about it: cover his eyes the best he could and treat you with the modesty you so deserve and—

you have the shower head tucked between your legs. with your free hand, you run your fingers over your perfect tits, tweaking a nipple here and there as you arch into the jet-setting that pulses against your clit so perfectly that you almost don't need to imagine it's your stepdads tongue instead.

but you do, and you moan his name like a bitch in heat because he brings out a part of you that makes you feel like exactly that.

poor kento can't help himself either. what kind of man is he, to stand behind an ajar door with his cock suddenly hooked out of his slacks and being stroked at a punishing pace as he watches his stepdaughter pleasure herself. how filthy is it that you pine after him: that you have no clue he's watching you stimulate your needy little clit to the thought of him? he wonders what you think about, whether it's detailed or a vague taboo that keeps you going.

he wonders if your mind reels at the dinner table when his feet accidentally brush against your legs beneath. he wants to know what you think when you greet him in the mornings, and he's stretching out and showing off his happy trail and mussed blond hair...

he wonders if he's going to hell for this. or if a divorce is right around the corner. his wedding band feels cool against his otherwise searing hot length. god, this is bad.

your mother would flip. you would too, if you knew he was only a few feet away and peering around the room in search of your discarded panties. if you knew he was contemplating the merits of sneaking in and stealing them to jack off into later. would you scream? call him every name under the sun? tell your mom?

or would you meet his eye sin the bathroom mirror, like you are right now, and fucking smile.

he thinks his heart stops. but again it beats and your eyes don't leave his in the reflection, and your hand doesn't pull the shower head from your sweet little pussy and kento doesn't stop fucking his fist in return.

it's straight eye contact. it's the exchange of everything wrong with whats happening right now until the two of you build into a mind-blowing shared climax that has kento biting down on a moan and you letting one rip raw from your throat.

so you don't hate him.

he hates himself, though. guilt weighs him down as he, still without breath from his heavy orgasm, steps backwards and leaves you wondering if you really saw your stepdad in the mirror or if your wishful thinking has just become too much these days.

and he cleans up in the master bathroom with a headache and a newfound urge to read the fucking bible again. you join him later that night for the promised movie night bonding experience—just to put on the cheesiest film you can and insist on sharing a blanket to save the energy of going to get another.

and he keeps his eyes locked on the film the whole time. and you pretend that you don't see the sliver of your lace panties poking out from his pocket.

Want mommy and daddy to take my virginity sooo so sweetly..dad sliding in imperceptibly slow while mom squeezes my boobs and they both coo lovingly n encouragingly..mommy letting me eat her pretty pussy..bein reminded to breathe when I finally cum all over dad’s adult cock. Bein praised to high heaven n cuddled and snuggled up in between them 🥺🥺🥺