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“I dunno, it feels kinda weird,” you say, leaning your head against your arms as you curl on one end of the couch. Your older brother, on the other end, lets out an exasperated groan. You hope it is an exasperated one, anyway.

“C’mon. I’m not asking much from you, here.”

“…Except for…” your eyes drift down his body to the blanket on his lap. It fails to cover the rhythmic movement of his hand, and you wonder why the two of you ever thought it would.

“…Well. Sitting here and being a… an… inspiration,” you grit through your teeth and tear your eyes away from him entirely.

“Ok, yeah, fair point,” he grunts, and from the corner of your eye, you can see him reach his other hand under the blanket as well, “And you know, I’m— I’m thankful, really…”

He hisses something under his breath, “fuck” most likely, and you try to keep your eyes strictly on whatever 80s horror movie you have playing on the TV. Some guy just got stabbed by an Alice Cooper -looking hobo, probably possessed by Satan, but you still find yourself glancing where you shouldn’t.

You hate that you can’t even blame this idea completely on him. Obviously, it’s him out of the two of you who wants to jerk off to the sight of his sibling. He begged it from you, assured you that you’d be safe, that he wouldn’t touch you — and truthfully, he hasn’t. But it’s you who gave it the go, talked about him letting it out, once and for all, an exorcism of the feelings that plagued him.

“But it would make this quicker, y’know?”

When you turn to look at him, there’s a wry half-smile on his face. You make the mistake of glancing down, at his lap, at his hand moving up and down under the blanket, stroking—

There’s teeth in that smile when you look back up at his face.

“Unless you want this to last longer?” he asks, the teasing grin and wiggling eyebrows unable to hide how hopeful he sounds.

“Wh- No! Christ! Of course not!” you cry out, indignant and your face too hot. You have half a mind to hit him with a pillow. Of course you don’t want this to go on any longer than it has to, what kind of person would?! It’s already bad enough to know that your own brother is looking at you like that, that even now he’s probably wishing he could just press you down on the couch and—

No. None of that.

“Why do you even need me to call you that? I never call you ‘big bro’. No one calls their brother ‘big bro’.”

Is his hand starting to move quicker?

“‘Dunno. Sounds hot,” he says heavily, “C’mon… Just say it. Please?”

He’s leaning forward on the couch, and his eyes are fixed on you so intently that you can’t look away. Some part of you fears that if you do, he’ll just… pounce on you, like some stupid dog that thinks looking away equals submission equals permission.

You do want this to be over with sooner rather than later, don’t you?

“…‘Big bro’,” you mutter. It sounds awkward. Stilted. Reading the lines of a teleprompter.

“Like you mean it.”

Something knots at the bottom of your stomach. Something inside you quivered just now to the deep, growling cadence of his voice.

”Big bro,” you repeat, like you would say his name, and you watch eyes wide as his flutter closed for a second, and a throaty whine leaves his throat.

“Yeah, yeah, keep saying that…”

“You… you want me to just repeat it or… or keep talking or what…? Big bro?” you ask, and try to keep your eyes on his when they open again, and not an inch lower.

“I’d have thought that that would just make it weirder for you, like, just underlining that we are family, how—” your words halt with a realisation, and you curse under your breath, “Fuck. Fuck…”

He blinks, eyes suddenly just a bit darker and more intense as he stares at your shocked face.

“You like that?” you ask, your voice fragile, a question you don’t want an answer to but you have it before the words even leave your mouth.

“…Can’t say I mind it.”

The understatement of the century.

“You like being reminded that we are siblings?” the words feel sticky on your tongue, but they rise unbidden before you can stop them, “I thought you’d have wished that we weren’t, so it’d actually like… like theoretically be possible for us to— but you actually like it, don’t you? You like that you’re not— that I’m not just some… some random pretty girl but your sister, big bro?”

You don’t understand where these words are coming from. Judging by his wide eyes, he doesn’t either. A grin, giddy and apologetic in equal measure, spreads on his face as his hand starts to move faster under the blanket, and you begin to fear it falling, having to see what you are causing, him with his cock out and hard for you.

“Fuck, yes, don’t stop…!”

You fear what that sight would do to you. It’s already bad enough that you can’t tear your eyes off of your big brother, how that familiar face twists into an expression you have never seen before, and shouldn’t have ever seen. His eyes almost flutter closed, but not quite, their dark gaze burning and never leaving you. His mouth hangs open, not quite an ‘o’ shape and more like the open-mouthed grin of a canine, piercings and teeth glinting sharp in the cold light of the TV.

“Jesus— Fuck, this is really what turns you on? Making your little sister watch as her big brother jerks off to her?” you hear yourself whimpering, your voice sounding breathier and much less disgusted than it should. You hate that you find yourself wondering what marks that wolfish mouth would leave, and you hate the longing, warm ripple between your thighs.

He’s cursing under his breath, in between the animalistic groans and whines. Strings of “fuck, fuck, fuck, baby sis” interspersed with your name. His hips are bucking, you can even see his leg kicking under the blanket. And when he leans back, his spine arching against the back of the couch more beautifully than you’d have ever imagined from him, you can barely breathe.

“Is your baby sis making you cum, big bro?”

You have your answer in his eyes, wide before they roll back in his skull. In his hips that stutter up, in the wet, growing stain on the blanket. In the tongue that lolls out from between his sharp teeth, a red carpet for all the throaty, helpless sounds of a man cumming his brains out.

He slumps against the couch, boneless and exhausted, a stupid, drunken smile on his lips. You just made your own big brother cum his brains out.

And when he turns to look at you, bliss written all over his face, you know it won’t be the last time.

I just...want a boyfriend really bad. I whine as I lay on my big brother's bed watching him play video games. Excuse me? No one wants me! I whine and pout shoving my face into his pillow. How could no one want you? I'm not socially pretty enough... The fuck you mean by that?! He starts smashing buttons on his controller. I mean that I find myself pretty but the world around me doesn't. Guys don't want a big girl to love only fuck.

He groans as he loses his game and turns to look at me. Those little boys because you can't even call them men. Are stupid, your damn gorgeous he chucks his controller to the side. I don't dress like all the other pretty girls do, I sigh and sit up to look at him. And? You don't need to be showing off to get a guy. But it would help! I'm not gonna sit by and let my little sister whore herself out for attention. But- no buts! You love when I wear my skimpy clothes around the house. Yeah! Around the damn house where only I can see...and how do you know I love it?

You stare...a lot. I point at him, like right now. How can I not? You're in my bedroom in a T-shirt and panties. Panties that I can obviously see, I'm just a guy. And I'm just a girl... That really wants a boyfriend! I whine again and throw myself back causing my shirt to rise and show off my pink panties. You don't need a boyfriend, big bro huffs and stands from his chair. Yes I do! I wanna feel loved! I feel my big brother's hands pull my shirt down trying to cover my panties. He doesn't move his hands after, no guy in your damn circle is good enough. What about- no! If you want a guy he needs to be good for you.

I sit up again being face to face with him. Then who? Who will ever be with me? I'm tired of games. God, you don't even notice do you? Big brother says with a huff, notice what? Me. Look at you right now, in my shirt, the prettiest pink panties, in my damn bed, and whining to me. Who do you come to when you want that attention you crave so much? Huh?...you..yeah me! Who puts up with your bratty little girl attitude?...you...me! Who spoils the hell out of you?!...you... Me! And you still say you want a damn boyfriend!? He's agitated and glares at me.

Y-yeah but you're my big brother...things kinda go like that... No they don't! I gasp as he grabs my hair Big brothers don't usually do the things I do for you. I should be telling you to get out of my shirt, my bed, and to put some damn pants on. He pushes himself between my thighs, but instead I'm admiring it all and getting fucking hard! I whimper when I feel his bulge against me. Big bro your being mean, good! Maybe then it will get through your damn head. He suddenly kisses me aggressively, crawling on top of me. He's hungry for this kiss as I feel a hand in my hair, the other groping my body, and his hips grind into mine.

He doesn't let me pull away until we both need the air. T-this is- shh he softly pecks my lips again. Just let big brother handle it all, big brother can be your boyfriend. I have been your damn boyfriend this whole time. I feel him meanly tug in my panties making me whimper. Right? Big bro has been such a good boyfriend to you? Just been a little too stupid to see it. His voice is stern and he tugs again when I take too long to answer. Yes! Big brother has been the best boyfriend. I bring a hand down trying to stop his tugging. That's what I thought, he growls as he sits up pulling my panties down with him.

Too damn naive? Stupid? I don't even know to see that you had a boyfriend this whole damn time. Boyfriend and girlfriends kiss...and do naughty things... I mumble as I feel his fingers play with my cunnie. And Big Brothers took too long to do that? But we've kissed in the past...stupid girl just doesn't remember. What? And we're doing naughty things right now aren't we? He slaps my cunnie a couple times making me jolt. My pretty girlfriend little sister...is going to take her big brother's boyfriend cock, right? Since that's what she so desperately wanted. I look at him my mind is racing thinking of all the things he's done and the things he just said but I still nod my head.

I have to admit I'm a little disappointed you don't remember last time... He leans down and kisses me again. You keep saying last time- the first time you ever got drunk little sis... Looked like a straight up whore sucking on my cock. I didn't fuck you that night though... I want you to remember that. He pushes his sweats down to free his cock and my eyes widen. That night was you? Yeah, you did so well! like a good little girlfriend does. He laughs and runs his cock through my folds making it nice and wet as I whimper.

That's so mean you know I couldn't remember whose cock I had sucked- before I can continue whining I gasp as he pushes into me. You really think your big brother, your boyfriend! Was gonna let you suck someone else's cock? He groans as he keeps bullying his cock into me. My back arches and I grab onto his shoulder, fuck. Always knew you'd be so good for me, he grunts. He pushes my thighs back even more as he starts to thrust in and out of me. My mind is fuzzy as I let him, he gets rough quickly. See what a good boyfriend and big brother I am to you? When I don't respond he lightly slaps my face, don't go dumb on me yet.

He grips my hair again pulling my head back exposing my neck. He leans down and starts to leave a mess of bites and hickeys. What am I doing to you? He growls and I moan fucking me. And who am to you? My big brother! Suddenly he's pushing me into a mating press and I squeal. And? My boyfriend, I try to hit his chest to slow him down. Your what little girl? My big brother boyfriend! Im suddenly cumming hard on his cock. Doesn't matter that I'm squirting as he keeps drilling me. I'm fucking you through this to get it into your dumb little sister head.

I'm a mess under him as he keeps going. Tears are coming to my eyes I'm dumb and in so much bliss. He kisses me again, good little sis. Your big brother boyfriend is going to cum. He moans please, pretty please, I moan. Cum in your little sis girlfriend? You finally learned, he kisses me as he makes sure every inch is inside of me as he cums. We are both panting and tired messes. Relationship status? Taken by my big brother, I say with a giggle before pulling him into another kiss.

when i talk about my dream big brother, im talking about him btw <33

Feeling lonely one day, you decide to make an account on a hookup app. You scroll through accounts, mildly amused at the pickings, until you stumble across one. The woman's profile doesn't feature her face, but the picture shows a woman wearing a dress — and a necklace — that you recognize immediately. Even the style of photo is familiar. It's not mystique the photographer was going for — she literally doesn't know how to keep her face in frame. It's your mother, wearing a dress she only wears when going on a date, and a necklace you bought her for Christmas.

You think about your mother having a hookup account for days. You think back and forth to yourself, should you message it and see what she says? Should you... try to meet up with her? Wouldn't it be funny? You imagine the look on her face and her flustered voice when she shows up to hook up with someone and it's you. One night, after partying with some friends, and getting cross faded enough to make some bad decisions, you do it. You match with her and send her a quick "Hey~ heard you're looking for a young girl to have fun with."

She answers a few hours later, just as sleep is about to take you. "Hi... you're into older women?" She replies. "Oh yeah. I can't get enough of cougars." You respond. You two have a bit of a friendly back and forth for a while, playfully flirting among some small talk to break the ice. Without giving away too much information, you talk about yourself. Everything she tells you, however, is something you already know.

When the time comes for her to ask for a photo of you, you quickly pull down your shirt and squeeze your tits together, taking a low angle shot with your plump lips the only part of your face shown, parted in an attempt to look sexy despite barely being able to see straight.

"You're so cute. I almost feel bad for what i want to do to you" she says. "When can we meet up?" Nerves are not an issue. Courage is not an issue. Self control is and right now it isn't in the room with you. "Is tonight too late?" There's a pause, with the *is typing* message on the screen. Finally, it reads "Unfortunately, yes. But... can we meet tomorrow? I want you."

You decide to borrow one of your friend's clothes, since you figure she knows your outfits and tastes by now. Well, most of your tastes anyway. If you dress like your friend, she might not catch on until it's too late. You do your makeup differently, going through efforts you normally wouldn't. You tie your hair differently. Capping it off with a face mask, you head to the meeting spot.

She approaches you, double checking it's you from the hookup app. You push your voice lower than normal to obfuscate, easily done since your throat is dry from last night. After the meet up is confirmed, you head to a hotel with her. The moment you two get into the room reserved for the night, she all but tears off your face mask and grabs your face in her hands before making out with you aggressively, sliding her tongue down your throat and trying to pull off your clothes. You go along with it, surprised at how strong she is compared to what you know of her at home.

She pushes you onto the bed and all but tears your pants off of your legs, your panties almost becoming a casualty of her hunger as she gets to work eating you out. It's rough and inelegant, she clearly doesn't have that much experience muff diving. That's okay; you put your hands in her hair and guide her head until her nose is rubbing against your clit, her tongue thrashing eagerly in and out of your dripping wet hole. When she comes up for air she puts two slim, smooth fingers inside, fingerfucking you so well you can't help but moan for her. What she lacks in oral skill she more than makes up for in her dexterity — her fingers reach deeper, more turn-on spots inside you than your own do and your body becomes a quaking less for her.

As you come, you drop your guard and say "Fuck...! Yes, Mommy!" At the top of your lungs, only for her to answer not with the name you gave her in the text conversation, but with your own, actual name. You stare at her in shock as she straddles your thigh, pressing your clits together and scissoring with you. "When did you...?" You moan and throw your head back, barely able to finish your sentence.

"You think I wouldn't recognize my own daughter's tits? The ones I made?" She laughs, a laugh more mean than you're used to but fuck if it doesn't make you almost come again right then and there. "The same tits I've been fucking myself thinking about for years? I've held back for so long around you, and you just offer yourself to me. Of course I'm gonna eat you right up. You asked for it." That pushes you over, and you cum, shuddering and shaking as you do.

The rest of the day is a blur of being used by your mother, hazy recollections of you moaning and mewling for her to make you cum again and again and again. She doesn't let you rest for a moment, and watching her cum only makes you want to do more to please her. To be a good girl and earn her cum and to be able to taste more of the sweet nectar from her pussy. She makes you taste your own, sometimes mixing the two. She makes you call her Mommy like you're a child all over again. It's only when it's time to check out that she reluctantly puts her clothes back on, or at least the minimum to be considered decent.

"We're continuing this when we get home, little girl." She says with a wink, dragging you out of the hotel room.

You caught me in my feelings and now I’m almost crying, thanks.

Feel like a man : Jason Todd x reader

WARNINGS: suggestive but not explicit, but still MDNI, sensitive topic, mention of trauma

***

Poor Jason.

He came home very late or very early, depending on the definition and saw you, sleeping soundly under the covers.

Looking like a freaking angel, regardless of messy hair, scrunched nose, half-open lips.

And damn, it made him wonder.

He was not enough.

Ever since the torture inflicted by Joker something shifted in his head and in his body and he found himself –

Unable to perform.

And it didn’t matter how many times you told him that it was okay, that sex was not everything, that you two could take it as slow as he needed and that you loved him –

Unable to fucking perform.

It wasn’t like he didn’t want to.

Fuck, he did! More than anything. He wanted to be able to touch you without shaking, to be capable of accepting touch without freezing and freaking out, to make you feel good, to ravish you, make you lose your breath, moan and cry his name –

Unable to perform.

What kind of man was he? The piece of shit, he couldn’t get hard at the sight of the most beautiful woman on the planet? The woman who – for reason unknown – wanted him?

Any other guy would just slide into the bed, next to you, kiss your bare shoulder, nuzzle into your neck, wrap arms around your waist and pull you close.

Love you right.

He couldn’t.

“Jay?”

“Hey…”

Obviously she woke up, as if his thoughts formed a storm cloud above his head and the lightning bolts crushing his sound mind got to her too. Catching him standing in the bedroom door like some sort of creep, watching her sleep.

 “Is everything ok?” Y/N moved to a sitting position, vigilant, scanning his face and body, despite the remnants of sleep in the corners of her eyes.

“Yeah.” His voice was hoarse, words limited to absolute minimum, as if scared that any surplus would cause him to break.

“You hurt?”

“I’m fine.”

“Do you want to-“

“No.”

“Oh. Okay. But you know we don’t have to-“

“Just – just stop it, okay? I don’t; want to talk about it, not now. Not ever.” He run fingers through his hair.

“Ok. Ok, don’t freak out on me-“

“Just go back to sleep, will ya?”

“Jason-“

“I’ll be taking the couch.”

“But-“

“No buts.” He almost groaned at her. “Goodnight Y/N.”

***

Stupid asshole.

Stupid, impotent asshole.

He was going to lose her.

Cause no matter her words and assurances, he knew better. Sex was important part of relationship. Otherwise they might as well be only roommates. Without any innuendo, like in that stupid joke. Or worse – they would be like siblings.

Living together, having some tangent points, trying to navigate the life with joined efforts, having fun and stuff, but with zero intimacy.

He just wanted to be a man.

A real man, not a half-one, impaired, broken, messed up, retrieving into his mind every time she touched him, even if by accident.

He was going to lose her.

It was only a matter of time….

Andy? Andrew? :3 Degenerate fandom + got slandered but the game is good. You can probably tell it was an inspo in UC: Mark so glad to have finally drawn some fanart 💚

HEY! HEY!!! I NEED HELP!

Can I please get some recommendations for good sibling cest dark romance books. The darker the better. Both bio & step siblings are good or even just when ML & FL are raised together since she was young.

I love when they go back to their childhood like in Torment by Dylan Page and Skin of a Sinner. No TWs or limits. But I need them obsessive and possessive. Please someone help me get my fix!

i would rather someone get off to a cartoon child rather than support a porn industry that abuses REAL life people

"Proshipping is going to give children the idea that dating an adult is okay!" and then they go on to belittle kids for their fictional crush being their age or a bit younger, but not batting an eye when their fictional crush is way older than them.

“what happened to your arm” idk i cut it ? fuckin retard

You age characters up, I age them wayyyy down. We are not the same.

my actual pipeline to being proship

i mean, fuck, i like shotas, i like lolis, i like incest, i like toxic yaoi, i like darkship shit

18+ NSFW

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Mommy watched her innocent daughter grind and bounce up and down on her Daddy's leg. Her daughter not noticing Daddy's cock growing hard and pressing against his pants.

But Mommy noticed, and it made her pussy drip.

From the corner of Daddy's eye, he could see his wife squeeze her legs tightly while being a hand up to her tit, fingers lazily drawing circles along the fabric around her nipples.

That's when Daddy shot Mommy a malicious grin.

"Hey, why don't the 3 of us play a new game." Daddy said.

....................

This is a role-playing story between consenting adults. I don't condone anything else.

5ᴘᴍ; ᴛᴇᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ

I wanna groom this little girl so badly😔

good shit

Consequence.

Adoptive Dad! Enji Todoroki X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: nobody asked for this but idc :3 i wrote this as a b-day present for myself!! i luv this old abusive man so bad oh my god!!! nasty old man who tries to be good but fails so miserably :3 old man who is just MEANT to be awful and abusive and gross!! luv it!!! i wanted to do a full on incest fic w him but idk if anybody would be interested >_< just let me know!!

Tags: adoptive-incest (daddy-daughter), age gap (18-50s), p in v, purity, sexual abuse mentions, loss of virginity, allusions to physical abuse, size difference, creampie, gross nasty stuff in general

Wordcount: 1.6k

Once all of his kids had given him a final 'fuck you' and left him on his own, Enji felt the pressure of loneliness crash down on him. Being on top in the hero rankings was worthless to him when he came home to an empty house. Every second he sat alone in his house, he realized that it was simply too big for just one man. It had never been a home, only a house where a fragmented family resided. Only once his kids fled did that realization hit him. 

He needed to fill the space and quick, and more than that, he needed to start over. He wanted to redeem himself somehow. Whole new family for a whole new man. 

But dating was hard at his age, and all the decent women were taken. Only fame-chasing whores were interested in him at this point, and he couldn't blame them. What the hell else did he have to offer? No woman would want to be with a tired, emotionally constipated, divorced, middle-aged man. Nor would any want to have kids with one, especially not at his age. 

Adoption it was. Simple enough. Plenty of kids in the system. Plenty of needy little brats that could benefit from his new-found, new-wave parenting tactics that he read up on in his abundant spare time. 'Don't abuse your kids.' Who would've thought it? Crazy. 'Top ten reasons why your kids won't visit you when you're in the nursing home.' Well, shit. 

He knew he had to go older. He would be absolutely damned if he would take in a toddler, or worse, a tween. He wasn't ready to raise anyone— he needed something already broken in for the most part. 

17? Yeah, that should be fine. He could do that. Old enough to take care of itself for the most part. Another body in the house was what he needed, not another responsibility. A girl? Yeah. Girls were supposed to be easier, right? Girls are sweet and grateful, always considerate and willing to help out. Girls are gentle and tender. 

Just his luck. He got the most clingy girl the foster care system had to offer. It was, at most, a bit irritating for the first few days when you were skittish and nervous around him all the time, but he understood. The problems occurred when you started to get comfortable.

He thought he wanted an affectionate little thing, especially considering the radio silence he received from his biological children, but this was just too much. Wherever he was, you needed to be. All day, all night. Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, excluding when he was on patrol. 

Enji knew that adopted kids tended to have abandonment issues, or whatever, but did you have to be such a damn velcro child? It was cute, in a way, the first year or so of your stay with him. He kinda liked it, having some positive attention finally turned his way, but at a certain point it was just too much. 

Like when you turned 18 and decided that sleeping alone was no longer an option. Of course, he gave in. He tried to argue back, but the threat of tears from you was too much for his now mended heart. He was trying to change, damn it. He couldn't possibly not give you everything you ever asked for. 

'Oh, what's that? Sleeping in daddy's bed isn't enough? He has to spoon with you until you fall asleep? Honey, do you really think—? No, no, don't cry. Okay, okay, I'll do it.'

Or when spooning wasn't enough, and you needed to be massaged before falling asleep in Enji's arms, taking up his bed like nobody's business. 

'What's wrong, baby? Daddy's already rubbing your back, what else do you want? Touch you where? Baby— okay, since you said please.'

Every night, his thick fingers ran tight circles over your clit, strong arms holding you tight while you flailed and wriggled against him. You never seemed to get used to his touch. It was just too good. He split you open with his index and middle, curling into the spot you couldn't quite reach on your own. Every night, like clockwork. 

But, of course, you, the mouse who was given a cookie, asked for more. Fingers weren't enough. You needed more from daddy. Sleep didn't come easily enough for you after his skilled touches. You whined for him after every exchange, but he just couldn't give you what you wanted.

Daddy would do almost anything for his baby, anything you asked! Hell, if it made you happy, if it helped to ease the guilt he carried from his older four screw ups, why not? If it helped to mend the hole he created in his own heart, he'd pepper you in every kiss and suck and touch you as much as you wanted him to, but—

he really didn't think he could deflower you. 

The idea was too much, way too much. Kind of hypocritical of him. Finger banging and slurping on his adoptive daughter was well and good enough, but playing a little game of 'just the tip' was a line he didn't know if he could cross. 

It was tempting, and every time he turned you down he felt like a real douchebag, but he didn't trust himself with you. You were so small. He was anything but gentle. He had broken enough of his kids in other ways, he didn't exactly want to add to the score. 

Your cunt was swollen and drooling after your near nightly ritual with Enji. Crawl up into his bed, whine, scratch at him and beg for his sweet touch. You always got what you wanted, except for one thing.

"Why not?" you whined, gripping onto his forearm as he curled his fingers into you from his spot behind you, lazily acting as your big spoon. 

"This is enough." His teeth were gritted softly, trying to hold himself back. "You cum like this just fine."

You let your mouth hang open, shuddering silently at how he seemed to speed up and abuse your g-spot. "Not enough," you were finally able to make out, legs clenching in an attempt to force him to stop. 

Enji huffed, ignoring your whiny excuse. He hated when you locked him out like this, trying to keep your cunt from him like some type of half-assed punishment. Moving your legs back open, spread even further now, he continued fingering you with the same brutal, forceful pace. 

"You're being bratty, baby. I don't appreciate when you act like that," he said simply, looking down at your convulsing body. 

"You always say that," you said, pushing his arm as you tried to squirm away from him to pout. "You don't wanna 'cause you don't love me. Don't wanna get close t'me." 

That was his final straw. He had been holding himself back for your sake, but he could not handle the hurt tone in your voice, even if he knew you were faking just to get him to bite. 

He pulled his fingers out of your hole and pushed them into your mouth, stuffing the digits down your throat. He slipped his girthy cock out of his boxers, jamming the wide tip into your needy warmth. 

"You know that is not true," Enji said, already fucking into you without regard to how you were almost too tight. He'd fix that. Make you fit like a glove soon enough. "I spoil you enough, and you still want more?"

You moaned, sound coming out muffled from his fingers blocking your words. He pulled them out, strings of saliva coating your cheek as he brought his hand back to your clit. 

"Jus' wanna be closer to you 'nd feel you."

He scoffed, pushing down on your clit with too much force, bringing you to the edge of climax already. 

"No, you're a spoiled brat. I give you too much," he said, not meaning a damn word that came from his mouth. "Got used to getting whatever you want, huh? Selfish little pussy taking everything it can get." 

The pure euphoria you get from him being rough with you for once is unmatched. Daddy gave you what you wanted all the time, and you liked it, but he was too gentle with it. Like he was scared to mess up or make a mistake (again). You needed him to correct you, you'd wanted him to fuck some sense into you for so long.

You clenched the silky sheets on the bed, hands trembling while he pounding into you, hips cramming against yours spastically. 

God, he was ashamed. 

Not because he was fucking his daughter, hell, he came this far without problem. He just usually was much better in bed. Your gasps and shaky moans did little to appease him. Any other time, he'd be composed and sophisticated with his strokes, but he was sloppy and needy now. 

His cock kicked inside of you, twitching when he spilled his seed. He was so caught up in his own embarrassment that he hadn't realized how dangerously close he had gotten. 

"Daddy, did you—?"

Your question was interrupted by his hand covering your mouth, unstable thrusts continuing to fill your senses. You couldn't care that he came in you when he made you feel this good.

While your legs shook and your pussy gushed, one thing was made very apparent to both you and Enji:

This was the first time he let himself go and fucked you, but it would definitely not be the last.

She was supposed to be at school. That’s what he thought as he unlocked the front door but the house wasn’t silent. From upstairs, he could hear it—soft, muffled gasps, the creak of a bed frame, and a rhythm that made his pulse quicken. He stood frozen in the doorway, the key still in the lock, his mind racing. That can’t be what I think it is.

But it was. The sounds were unmistakable. She’s here. His daughter. She’s— He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. He should have turned around. He should have left, pretended he hadn’t heard anything. But his feet moved on their own, carrying him up the stairs, step by step, each creak of the wood beneath his shoes making his heart pound harder.

The door to her room was slightly ajar, and the sounds were clearer now—little whimpers, the slick sound of her fingers moving between her legs, the soft moans she couldn’t hold back. He could see her through the crack in the door, lying on her bed, one hand tangled in the sheets, the other buried between her thighs. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with each shaky breath.

He should have stopped. He should have walked away. But he didn’t. He pushed the door open, just enough to step inside, and said, “Keep going.”

Her eyes flew open, her body freezing in an instant. She stared at him, her face flushed, her chest heaving. “Dad?!” she gasped, her voice trembling. She tried to sit up, to cover herself, but he stepped closer, his eyes locked on hers.

“I said, keep going,” he repeated, his voice low, firm. He could see the confusion, the fear, the flicker of something else in her eyes. She hesitated, her hand still pressed between her legs, her body trembling. “Don’t stop,” he said, softer this time. “Let me see you.”

She didn’t move, didn’t breathe, her wide eyes fixed on him. He could see the war in her mind, the way her body was torn between pulling away and giving in. Slowly, nervously, her fingers began to move again, her eyes never leaving his. She was so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet there was a defiance in her gaze, a willingness to let him see her like this.

He stepped closer, his eyes roaming over her body—the way her legs were spread, the way her fingers worked her pussy, the way her breath hitched with each touch. Her skin was flushed, her nipples hard, her body so sensitive, so alive. He could see the wetness glistening on her fingers, the way her hips moved with each stroke, the way her body was begging for release.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He reached out, his hand brushing against her thigh, and she flinched, her breath catching. “Relax,” he said, his touch gentle, reassuring. “Just let me watch.”

Her fingers slowed, her body tense, her eyes wide and uncertain. But when he didn’t stop, when he kept staring at her, kept touching her, she began to move again, her fingers sliding through her wetness, her breath coming in short, shaky gasps. He watched her, his hand resting on her thigh, his thumb brushing against her skin, sending shivers through her body.

“You’re so wet,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her body was trembling with every touch. His fingers moved higher, brushing against her hand, against the slickness between her legs. She gasped, her hips lifting, her body arching into his touch.

“Dad…” she whispered, her voice breaking, her eyes pleading. But he didn’t stop. His fingers joined hers, sliding through her wetness, exploring her, teasing her. She was so soft, so warm, so ready. He could feel her trembling, her body so close to the edge.

“Shh,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “Just feel it.”

His fingers pushed into her, slowly, gently, and she gasped, her body arching, her hands clutching the sheets. He could feel how tight she was, how untouched, and the thought of it made his cock harden, his desire burning hotter. He moved his fingers inside her, her wetness coating them, her body clenching around him.

“Oh god…” she moaned, her hips moving with his hand, her body so sensitive, so desperate. He could feel her getting closer, her breath coming faster, her body trembling with each thrust of his fingers.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. “Let go.”

Her body tightened, her breath catching, and then she was coming, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her body shaking with the force of it. He held her, his fingers still inside her, his lips pressed against her neck, until her body went limp, her breath slowing, her eyes fluttering closed.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, her wetness coating them, and he brought them to his lips, tasting her. She watched him, her eyes wide, her body still trembling. He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, and she gasped, her body stiffening. But when he didn’t pull away, when his lips pressed against hers, she softened, her lips parting, her body melting into his.

His hand moved to his belt, unfastening it, pulling his cock free. He was so hard, so ready, and when he pressed the tip of his cock against her wet pussy, she gasped, her body tensing.

“Daddy…” she whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes wide with fear. But she didn’t push him away, didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, she reached up, her hands resting on his chest, her body trembling with anticipation.

He pushed into her slowly, carefully, the tightness of her pussy making him groan. She gasped, her body arching, her hands clutching his chest. She was so tight, so warm, so perfect. He moved deeper, her wetness coating him, her body stretching to take him in.

“Relax, baby” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. “Just breathe.”

She nodded, her breath shaky, her body trembling. He moved slowly, carefully, giving her time to adjust, to feel him inside her. She was so small, so fragile, and the thought of taking her virginity made his cock twitch, his desire burning hotter.

He began to move, his hips rocking against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. She gasped with each thrust, her body arching, her hands clutching his chest. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her body trembling with each thrust.

“Oh god daddy…” she moaned, her hips moving with his, her body so sensitive, so desperate. He could feel her getting closer, her breath coming faster, her body trembling with each thrust of his cock.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. “Such a pretty baby.”

Her body tightened, her breath catching, and then she was coming, her pussy clenching around his cock, her body shaking with the force of it. He held her, his cock still inside her, his lips pressed against her neck, until her body went limp, her breath slowing, her eyes fluttering closed.

He moved inside her again, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, her body still trembling from her orgasm. He could feel his own orgasm building, his cock twitching inside her. He thrust deeper, harder, his body pressing against hers, his lips brushing against her neck.

“Oh god…” he groaned, his cock twitching inside her, his orgasm washing over him. He came hard, his cum filling her pussy, his body trembling with the force of it. He held her, his cock still inside her, his lips pressed against her neck, until his body went limp, his breath slowing, his eyes fluttering closed.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breath slowing, their hearts racing. He pulled out slowly, her wetness coating him, and he rolled onto his back, pulling her into his arms. She lay against him, her body trembling, her breath shaky.

“Dad…” she whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes wide with fear. But she didn’t push him away, didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, she buried her face in his chest, her body trembling with fear and desire.

He held her, his hand stroking her hair, his lips brushing against her forehead. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “I’m here. Daddy's here.”

they need to give us more of them, don’t mind the haters guys

i hate when i have ocs and they're siblings and dating but i have to pretend they arent

everytime someone has to pretend their incest ocs aren't dating an angel loses its wings

On your knees, because I own you.

In my lap, because you're my little girl.

Underneath me as I pound into you, because your my slut.

Safe and secure in my arms because I love you too.

I’m always so excited when a sub tells me they don’t like something. I love it when a sub communicates with me about their wants. “Would it be ok if we didn’t ____?” Yes!!! I’m so proud of you for asserting your boundaries. “I don’t think I want to do ______.” Then we won’t! I’m so glad you told me, thank you! Communication is the best part of kinky sex you can’t change my mind.

how i need him suit n all ~

we're all born from adam and eve so technically the entire human history is just the greatest and longest lasting incest orgy ever

Sexy.

found this funny

Spider more like. Spied her bitties (bug titties) in your mouth

y-you saw that??? >////_////< you were watching??? 😳

A very small puppyboy shota that just whines like a dog every time I thrust into him (I'm a woman, but still)

confession #218

We need more dark skinned lolis!!!

I Agreed!