#♡ — incest

[acynicalsweetheart]

DOWN IN A HOLE

pairing: dad!jimmy x fem!reader x uncle!curly

word count: 2.4k

dead dove do not eat: 18+, daddy-daughter incest, pseudo-incest, mild dub-con, coercion, daddy kink, breeding kink, age gap, double penetration, anal, sex, implied/referenced rape, very brief jimcurly cameo

author's note: wow this sucks LMFAO. umm first attempt at writing jimmy… assholes r not my typical area of expertise so. take it with a grain of salt. feel like he has an uncharacteristically big mouth here LOL. did not mean to make it this long it was originally a drabble… read cws + any interaction/feedback appreciated as always!!

“Jim... isn’t she your daughter?”

Curly’s dumbfounded, jaw dropped to the floor, standing in the middle of the dank motel room not knowing where he should look to remain respectful—Jimmy or his own flesh and blood in a flimsy lingerie set. 

Not exactly what he had in mind when Jimmy said he had a gift for him. 

This is all too fucking wrong, Jimmy’s your dad, you’re one thin and translucent piece of underwear away from standing completely naked in front of both of them, he’s got his arm wrapped around your shoulder like he’s your pimp. He wants Curly to fuck you. 

It’s sick and twisted and morbid and Curly’s dick is hard. 

“Yeah, so?” Jimmy pinches your cheek and you flinch ever so slightly, put on your best forced smile. “Never once said no to taking daddy’s dick, did you, baby?” 

You shake your head. 

(It’s a blatant lie—Jimmy remembers the bloodfest on the sheets your first time, the way you screamed dad, no and dad, stop at the top of your lungs. The way your face contorted, ugly sobbing turning your eyes swollen and puffy like your cunt, his cock coated in all sorts of questionable fluids by the time he was done with you.)

“See? All good here, man.” He says, shaking you a little by the grip on your shoulder. 

“Jimmy, I...” Curly pinches the bridge of his nose, rubs his forehead like he’s trying to assess if this entire thing is a dream or not. Would help alleviate the guilty boner in his pants by a little if it were. 

He peeks at you through the cracks of his fingers. 

“Come on,” Jimmy’s scowl returns in a second, gesturing to your body. “You’re really gonna reject her when she’s right in front of you? Thought you were better than that, Curly.”

It’s so wrong—Curly’s known you almost as long as he’s known Jimmy. He’s watched you grow up, babysat you, let you crash at his place, showed up to every one of your graduations because Jimmy couldn’t. He hung out with you just last week, for God’s sake. 

Curly’s dick twitches like it’s trying to escape his pants and fuck you on its own. 

Jimmy shrugs, starts undoing your top and letting it drop to the floor. He gropes your tits and bile burns in the back of Curly’s throat like ethanol. “Well, if you don’t want a piece, then you’re free to watch. Shame you gotta break my girl’s heart like this.”

“Jim, I’m not trying to—“

Jimmy pinches your nipple mechanically and you whine, stand there and take it like it’s a daily occurrence. “She’s been asking for you, you know.”

Curly falters, his heart dropping straight down to his ass, “she has?” 

“Yeah, won’t shut up about Uncle Curly’s dick, how much she likes you,” Jimmy scoffs, “how she wants you to take her second virginity.” Second virginity? 

“Really?” He smooths his hair back, sheepishly playing with the curls at the nape of his neck like a schoolgirl. 

Jimmy whispers something to you, sends you off to where Curly’s standing with a tap on the ass. You reach out for his hand to place it on your breast and he cups it gently, sneaking glances at Jimmy from behind you in case he changes his mind.

You speak for the first time tonight, “Uncle Curly.”

“Sweetheart,” he lowers his voice, “are you sure you—“

The bottoms of your lingerie set fall to the floor silently, sheer fabric sticky with what is presumably your slick. Curly gawks like an idiot, cheeks flaming hot, eyes raking up your legs until they meet your pussy. 

He thinks he hears Jimmy snicker in the background. 

You keep your eyes on Curly as you saunter to the bed, getting on all fours and arching your back low, spreading yourself open for your dad and your proclaimed uncle to behold. 

“Uncle Curly...” he makes eye contact with your spread holes, your pussy drooling onto the sheets, leaking down your thighs. “It’s okay, I want this,” you say with the enthusiasm of a sex ring traffickee. 

Fuck it. 

He looks over at Jimmy, takes a deep breath and complies. 

Stupid ol’ Curly. Falling for each and every one of his lies like he falls for gambling scams, and Jimmy’s the broke one here. 

Jimmy’s been in all of your holes. There isn’t a single square inch of your body that doesn’t have his fingerprints burned into it. What can he say? Jimmy made you so he owns you, simple as that. Took your anal virginity approximately a week after he took your actual one. The look on your face is welcomely ingrained into his mind, looked like you were one second away from biting the dust. 

You could be his sister, his mother, a clerk at the store or a street whore for all he cares—Jimmy would fuck you all the same. 

Curly should be grateful that Jimmy’s offering him a sweet piece of meat, his meat. It’s not every day somebody, let alone the grandiose Curly, gets an opportunity to stick his dick in Jimmy’s daughter. 

(More so every three days, when he needs some cash for a pack of smokes he’ll pimp you out to whoever. They pay higher when you’re dressed in white and wearing pigtails. Sick fucks.)

He lets Curly play with your pussy until enough’s enough, shedding his clothes and maneuvering you on top of him. Front to front with Jimmy ‘cause he doesn’t want you giving Curly your puppy eyes and making him all sappy, start feeling bad for you. Invoke some sort of saviour complex. 

The only saving you need is Jimmy’s dick—daddy knows best. Daddy fucks you the best. 

He’s simply being a good friend to Curly.

You shower Jimmy’s face in kisses and he whips his dick out, grabbing the fat of your cheeks till it spills past his fingertips. Gives you a couple spanks for good measure, makes you moan. 

“Such a filthy little slut, aren’t you? So wet for dad,” Jimmy slaps his tip against your entrance, sticky noises echoing throughout the room. You tilt your head as your breath hitches, looking at Jimmy like he forgot something. He resists the urge to roll his eyes, “and Uncle Curly.” 

Who is still fully fucking clothed by the way.

Wagging your ass at Curly, you giggle and look back at him, very likely giving him fuck-me eyes. It works, ‘cause he seems to get the hint that he should undress. This is exactly why Jimmy needs you facing himself and nobody else. 

Jimmy’s dick is harder than a rock, it’s not gonna sit there and watch you and Uncle Curly like some miserable third-wheel. The drop of pre running down the length of his shaft is all he needs to force himself into your tight cunt with a single push of his hips. 

“Daddy...” You whine like it hurts and Jimmy grins, makes him feel nostalgic.

The mattress dips when Curly gets on the bed, big ass fucking horse thighs trapping you and Jimmy beneath him. Nevermind the horse thighs, Curly has a fucking horse cock. Yeah, this is the first and last time he’s ever catering to your whims. 

Jimmy keeps thrusting up into you like he’s got something to prove. 

Curly’s cock pokes and prods at your tighter hole, takes a good minute for him to begin sliding inside and you yelp like you’re being impaled. Curly can’t be that big, you’re just putting on a show like Jimmy told you to. 

“Mm,” your teeth sink into your bottom lip, so pretty Jimmy’s grateful Curly can’t see your face right now. 

“Shh, it’s okay, baby.” Please. Curly wishes you were his baby. 

He feels Curly’s dick moving against his inside of you and it’s all very unsexy, but Jimmy will be damned if he’s gonna empty his balls elsewhere. Men have needs. Sometimes those needs happen to come in the form of fucking one’s daughter and Jimmy is completely fine with that. 

“Oh my,” your eyes flutter shut, pressing back against him, faking it till you’re making it. “Uncle Curly, you’re so big...”

Fondly, Curly chuckles, “I guess I am.”

You’re really laying it on thick, Jimmy didn’t tell you to do that. 

“Dad’s bigger, baby. Can’t you feel it?” He shoves your face into his neck, stretching you open with his pistoning hips like it’s the first time all over again. Your squeals come out muffled, voice vibrating against his skin. 

The way his tip bumps your fleshy cervix with every trust should be enough proof. Curly’s pace is slow and soft, he’s not even all the way in yet. Or maybe Jimmy really is bigger. 

“C’mon, Curls,” Jimmy pants, voice almost a growl as he tightens his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to his dampening body. “No time to be a pussy, you’re in her ass.” 

“Not a pussy, just... starting out slow.” Curly says calmly, gentlemanly—to no avail ‘cause you’re already cockdrunk. 

“Fuck her harder.” It’s a dare, a challenge, or a simple suggestion. He’s giving pointers to a significantly more well-adjusted peer. Jimmy says and Curly does nonetheless, he wonders if Curly would backflip off a building if Jimmy told him to. 

Finally, Curly picks up his pace, fucking your ass the way it’s meant to be fucked. The sound of skin slapping echoes throughout the room and for a moment, Jimmy is okay with this entire thing. 

“My girl likes it rough, dontcha, baby?” Jimmy asks, drilling himself as deep as he can go into your pussy. All you do is moan and whine—nonstop ‘cause they won’t let you have a second of air. “Yeah, you do.”

“Daaaad!”

“Fuck, dirty girl,” Jimmy grunts into your hair, hand on the back of your head forcing your face deeper into his neck where you’re making a mess of spit and snot and tears. “You like dad’s cock that much, huh?”

He doesn’t ask about Curly’s cock, if Jimmy wants to know if you like Curly’s cock then Uncle Curly will have to ask you himself. Seems too preoccupied with holding back his moans, though. 

Your whines come out choppy, muffled by Jimmy’s neck, every jackhammer into your sloppy cunt and ass punching the wind right out of you.

“That’s right,” Jimmy makes eye contact with Curly, fucking you even harder to assert dominance, dick-to-dick and ball-to-ball with his best friend. Your walls clamp down around him, “so go on, cum on it. You know you wanna.”

You shake and thrash in his hold, legs twitching as you mumble incoherently. Jimmy feels your body go still, gushing bursts of squirt all over the place, soaking everyone and everything in sight—orgasm hitting you like a tsunami. 

He fucks you through it. 

You must’ve been squeezing real tight around Curly as well, ‘cause he falls on top of you and Jimmy, hands gripping the sheets next to Jimmy’s head like they’re the ones fucking. Curly’s mouth is hanging open, panting and moaning like a bitch in heat. A drop of his sweat lands on Jimmy. 

It’s disgusting how much he looks like a fucking playboy bunny, straight out of a raunchy magazine page. For a second, this intrusive image passes through Jimmy’s head—his dick buried to the hilt inside of Curly instead of you. 

He feels his balls tightening and he wants to kill himself right then and there. 

“Gonna take daddy’s cum?” 

“Such a good girl, sweetheart,” sunshine boy chimes in, like he’s been reading Dirty Talk 101 during the time they’ve been two-manning you, “take it, take both of our loads.” 

“Y’hear that? Gonna take Uncle Curly’s load deep in your ass, huh?” Jimmy keeps his noises down in his throat, struggling to not groan at the way you have a fucking death grip on his dick. “And daddy’s in your pussy?”

Yes, yes, yes—

Jimmy fucks you hard, rough, mean. He keeps going till he shoots his cum deep in your cunt, till he feels Curly stiffening up, following suit with his orgasm and a loud ass fucking moan while he’s at it. Grand exit. 

Curly presses a quick kiss to your head before pulling out of you with a sloppy pop! and flopping down next to you and Jimmy. 

Jimmy stays inside of you, feeling his own cum dripping down his length. You’re lying boneless on his chest, mascara ruined, staining your cheeks—face the perfect aftermath of a good, thorough fucking. 

You and Curly gaze at each other lovingly, reaching out your hands to intertwine your fingers like Jimmy isn’t right there. He’d cuck Curly here and now if his nicotine addiction wasn’t wearing him out. 

You all stay like that for a while, panting and wondering what you’re supposed to make of this. 

You’re out like a light, naked and alone in bed with two thick, white creampies dripping out of your holes, soaking the sheets. 

They step outside, Curly shuts the door carefully and Jimmy lights a cigarette, shoe against the wall as he leans on it. 

Curly’s hands are shoved in his denim pockets, curls still damp and sweaty as his head hangs low. He tilts his head back then, watches Jimmy smoke for a minute.

“So,” Curly breaks the silence between them, speaking over the chirps of the cicadas in the night. “That was... uh...”

Is he going to acknowledge the fact that they fucked Jimmy’s daughter or the subtly homoerotic undertones of it? 

“Don’t talk,” he blows a cloud of smoke straight into Curly’s face when he opens his mouth, makes Curly stifle a cough and Jimmy a chuckle. “Gonna need some money to get out of town for a while.” It’s part true and partly ‘cause Jimmy let him have a go at you. 

“Yeah.” Curly rubs his chin thoughtfully, reaching for his wallet and plucking out a few bills, “yeah, of course.”

Jimmy grabs the cash, crumpling them with his sweaty hands as he walks off. He cranes his neck to salute Curly goodbye, gets a nod back and that’s that. 

Trucker cap on and pick-up engine revving, he takes off. To where? Jimmy doesn’t know. Away. Crawl out of one hole and into another. You’re Curly’s responsibility for the moment. Checked in on his behalf.

Jimmy knows Curly won’t tell. 

[heartofjasmina]

could you write more about sukuna fucking his slutty little sis

Nonnie, I thought you'd never ask~

Sukuna knew you had a thing for him. You always chewed your lip raw when he was working out in the basement (like he couldn't hear you on the basement stairs every time), you lost track of thought a little too easy if he was walking around the house without a shirt, and you constantly cling to him when you get the chance.

Not that he's immune to you, all softness and curves he just wants to squeeze. Plus he knows he'd be your first. You might act like a slut desperate to get fucked, but you were for him and no one else.

So when you sneak into his bed he just grins, having waited patiently for you to come to him.

He took his time with you, eating you out till you cried and fingering you on his thick digits, stretching you open. By the time he finally gets you on his cock he's lost all sense of gentleness. He wants you split open on his cock, wants you to cling to him anyway.

And you do. Even when you're sniffling and asking him to slow down, he bares his teeth at you and licks your tears away, "But you're creaming for me, sis. You like it when I'm mean huh?"

You flush and try to deny it, but the more he fucks you- rough and plucking at your nipples, slapping your clit lightly, the more you feel it. You're going to cum. Hard.

And the feral grin on his lips says he knows it too.

[lacehartz]

“going on a road trip with dad!rafe … pulling up to a random rundown motel … only one bed … mhmhm …”

oh i’m stood at attention….. yes…. yess,,. dad!rafe convincing you to share the bed (it didn’t take much), because he’s sore from doing all the driving, and the floor looks so dirty, and it’s only one night, sweetheart

so you climb into the bed, and fall asleep with your ass pressed against him closer than what would be considered anything of innocent — only for him to start groping you as you try and fall asleep :/ he’s so gross (affectionate)

— nasty little freak anon ❤︎

my favourite freak <3 cw in tags.

it’d been his idea — a chance to ‘bond’ and get away from all the chaos back home, at least that’s how he pitched it. but you knew it was just an excuse for him to drag you off the grid and have you all to himself. long stretches of empty highway, gas station snacks, and rafe’s lazy smirk as he drummed his fingers on the warm steering wheel had been fine at first. there was something oddly comforting about the hum of the truck and the way he always managed to pick out your favourite songs.

he’d promised it’d be fun, but now, parked outside a dodgy-looking motel with the neon ‘vacancy’ sign flickering like it could give out at any minute, you’re starting to have doubts. “this, is where we’re staying?” you ask, arms crossed over your chest as you lean against the still-warm truck.

“don’t even start,” he warns, shooting you a look when you scrunch your face at the peeling paint and cracked pavement. “but daaad—” he interrupts you quickly. “back fuckin’ hurts from all that driving, ‘s’jus’ for one night. quit bein’ dramatic, princess.” rafe throws your duffle over his shoulder, smiling at your pouty face as he grabs the key from his pocket.

you huff but step inside the room, immediately hit with the smell of stale mildew. the carpet looks like it’s been there since the 70s and the thinly covered mattress is stained yellow. you don’t even want to get started on the suspicious stains littering the area. “charming,” you mutter, pulling up your tank top strap. “really outdid yourself, dad.”

rafe throws the bag onto the lone loveseat in the corner of the room, lazy grin spreading across his face as he watches you. “what? not good enough for daddy’s lil’ girl, huh?” you glare at him, heat rising to your cheeks. “shut up.”

“aw, c’mon,” he teases. his hand finds your chin, tilting it up so you’re forced to meet his burning gaze. the intensity in them makes your breath catch, and you suddenly feel tiny under his scrutiny. “you been poutin’ ‘n complainin��� the whole trip,” rafe murmurs, his thumb brushing your jaw in a way that feels widely too intimate. “startin’ t’think you don’t appreciate all the effort ‘m puttin’ in here.”

you try to pull away but another hand comes down to grasp onto your hip. “y’know most kids would be grateful their dad’s doin’ this f’them. not you though, always gotta be so difficult.” your stomach twists at his words and you instinctively take a step back. the room’s too small to put any real distance between you two though, if anything you’ve just cornered yourself. “not bein’ difficult..” you trail off, looking everywhere but at him, ignoring the whispers of heat in your stomach. “what’re you—”

“relax,” he cuts you off, eyes glinting in the light. “‘m tired, both got a long day ‘head of us. let’s get y’to bed, yeah?” you blink at him, momentarily stunned by the sudden shift in tone. it’s softer now, almost coaxing. “there’s only one bed,” you point out nervously, quieter now.

“and?” rafe says, eyebrows raised as if it were normal. before you even have time to blink, he’s raising his shirt over his head, exposing his broad chest and toned stomach, leaving him in jeans resting dangerously low on his hips. “actin’ like we never slept together before.”

“it’s — it’s weird! ‘m not a baby anymore, you’re my dad,” you splutter, turning around as quick as possible when you see his fingers fiddling with the zipper. “unless you’re volunteering to take the floor, you’re gonna have to suck it up.”

you huff, refusing to engage any further and stomp off to the tiny bathroom. the fluorescents buzz above you as you brush your teeth and you try not to gag at the dirty marks on the mirror. it was only one night, you could do this. nothing else was a viable option and you already felt bad enough about keeping rafe up for so long. mind made up, you take a deep breath, step back into the room and move towards the bed.

rafe’s already sprawled out in the dark, arm above his head, clad in nothing but his boxers — of course. he yawns as you peel back the blanket, settling yourself under the threadbare material. “night, daddy,” you whisper, staying to the edge of the mattress.

“goodnight, sweetheart,” you hear the smirk in his tone but decide to ignore it, sleepiness making your lids heavy. you don’t know how much time passes, don’t know how long you even managed to doze off for, but next thing you know your ass is pressed up against rafe’s lower half, the hardness there making you dizzy. his large hands are splayed around your waist, possessively digging into your skin. “d-dad?” you call out confusedly, voice croaky.

“mhm,” rafe responds, one hand trailing up over your tank and the other skimming the waistband of your shorts. “dad deserves some fuckin’ gratitude for takin’ care of you all day, don’t you think?”

you wriggle around, mind hazy and whirling with conflicting ideas. you aren’t aware enough to fully stop yourself from agreeing. “i-i guess so..” you trail off, gasping out a whimper as a finger grazes your nipple through your shirt. rafe hums appreciatively when you don’t immediately stop him from lifting it up and groping at your tit. “yeaaah, there we are, there’s m’girl.” maybe it was the sleep still coursing through your system that made you so pliable, because your fuzzy mind doesn’t seem to even want him to stop.

“y’gonna be a good girl f’me, ‘kay?” rafe pushes himself against you, groaning in your ear when you wiggle back. his hand slowly slips under your panties, meeting slickness you didn’t even know was there. “shiiiit, baby.” when he shoves your shorts off and starts rubbing softly at your puffy clit, you don’t stop him. when he slips his fingers further down, meeting your leaky hole, you don’t stop him. when his fingers squeeze and pull at your tits, when they wrap around your neck as he forces himself in deep, you don’t stop him.

you’re sure you’ll feel sick to your stomach in the morning, but right now? the feeling of his pure, unadulterated attention, and the tightness in your core is enough to make you forget about any consequences. after all, this was normal wasn’t it? you were just being thankful.

[gojoest]

older brother gojo satoru likes to smell your clothes. it’s harmless at first. he starts with your jackets and cardigans but gradually goes for pieces that carry more of your natural odor — hoodies, shirts, blouses, pajamas…. and then socks and panties — he sneakily takes them out of the laundry basket and goes back to his room, wraps them around his cock and jerks himself off, mixing his residuals with yours. cums inside your socks or on the inner side of your panties that cover your slit. he pictures you wearing them like that, all wet and sticky with his load. he feels bad and guilty at first but the next time he spots the same pair of panties he emptied his balls on back in the laundry basket he gets painfully hard all over again bc it only means that you wore them… even if they were clean when you put them on, the fact he used them to rub his cock doesn’t change. it almost feels like he indirectly fucked you and now you belong to him more than ever, it alters his brain chemistry

[darby-rowe]

cw. big sister/little sister roleplay (r & abby are NOT related), voyeurism, incestuous dialogue, this is a fake situation, not proofread

the initial shock of walking past your big sister’s bedroom and catching a glimpse of her legs spread open made you do a double take. stopped dead in your tracks, your ears did not deceive you. the low hum of her vibrator and her moans were unmistakable.

heat quickly rose in your cheeks, spreading to your entire face and the tips of your ears as the situation befell onto you. you wanted to walk away, scrub the audio and visual of your sister masturbating clean from your mind. you wanted to vow to never speak of it, to never bring it up to no one, not even yourself.

except, you were completely kidding yourself.

the opportunity was perfect. so perfect, you almost thought it to be a trap. you had to be quick, yet gentle, with your steps as you strategically placed yourself within the cracked door — to where abby could be seen, but you were invisible.

legs spread, completely naked from the waist down, phone in one hand, vibrator in the other. slowly rocking her hips against the head of the wand, she was fixated on an image that you couldn’t quite make out from where you stood. you bit down hard on your lip to keep from making noise as you squeezed your thighs together.

fuck.

you really tried to deny it, to suppress those dark, forbidden feelings deep, deep down to where sunlight couldn’t reach. unable to pinpoint where it all started, this spiral quickly consumed your conscious thought, feeling shame at the way you got wet at any mention of your big sister. it was wrong. just wrong. and yet, the wrongness of it all was what made the chase all the more enticing for you.

for countless nights, you made yourself cum to the taboo theatre in your mind, feeding yourself fantasies of abby sneaking in your room and taking you in your own bed, no questions asked. you sometimes deluded yourself thinking the feelings were mutual.

you even went as far as “accidentally” sending her a picture of your ass in your favorite pair of lacy panties. you ran to her, face flushed and panicking, blabbering like Courage the Cowardly Dog, “i didn’t mean to send you that! i’m so sorry, sissy! i’m sooo embarrassed!”

and in the midst of your performance, your eyes frantically searched for any hint of abby secretly lusting over you. any hint of abby planning on going back to her room to make herself cum to the accidental nude.

there wasn’t any.

but feeling shame for how you felt was exhausting. and most of the time you just shut your brain off and let your pussy get wet for your sister, because life was easier living that way.

your panties were soaked in a matter of seconds, eyes trained on roaming abby’s body up and down, taking in every centimeter of her being as your eyes glazed over at the feeling of your fingers coming into contact with your swollen clit. your free hand clamped down over your mouth. there was zero trust in yourself to keep quiet.

you wish you could get a better look, to maybe even step inside abby’s room, just to feel an inch or two closer to her. you were deadly curious as to what was on her phone that made her so worked up she had to whip out her wand.

seriously, what was she looking at?

you thought you were prepared for the answer to that question, fully expecting for her to be looking at nudes from current “situation-ship” or something else that made you unbearably jealous.

but hearing your name slip through her moans was the last thing you expected to hear.

hearing your name, listening to her mumble “perfect fucking ass…” under her breath as she rocked her hips faster and faster, moans increasing in volume, you had to have been imagining it. your big sister was touching herself to you, lusting after you, indulging in her incestuous feelings about you. right in front of you.

the revelation was so shocking that you actually stopped touching yourself, and instead watched slack-jawed and drooling as abby’s orgasm rocked her entire body. her eyes squeezed shut, throwing her head back as she let her body be overtaken by an intense wave of pleasure.

you wondered if jumping on this opportunity was risky. what if she wasn’t as open to this as you were? what if she wanted this to remain purely a fantasy and nothing more? the symphony of clashing ideas warped your brain, filling your mind with nothing but “what if?”’s.

but you planted your feet where you stood, and told yourself there was only one way to find out.

you stepped inside her room.

[rosurie]

PCs as Love Interests

DAMSEL

- you can either meet Damsel in school surrounded by other students or after a modeling gig at the café. 9 times out of 10 she won't approach you. UNLESS you happen to catch her eye [through aesthetics, smarts, strength, personality quirks, etc. essentially if you aren't someone who she deems boring, she sets her sights on you.] Damsel can take some time to romance because she is demiromantic.

Unique Stat(s): Intrigue; Obsession/Possession

- the route of this stat that you unlock all depends on how you interact with her and how high your English+Seduction stats are. For Damsel's Possession trait, it's fairly simple to unlock. if you are devoted to her, are soft spoken/meek, or have a masochistic trait, you have a leg up towards unlocking Damsel's Possession. the higher the Possession, the more she will begin to nudge you into doing things for her, she may start manage who you can hang out with, and full Possession Damsel will genuinely start to view you as nothing more than a dog who's purpose is to be subservient to her. she won't let you leave her, she won't let you find interest in anyone but her.

Damsel's Obsession trait is harder to unlock because she's very particular about who she lets have power over her. In order to tip Damsel's Intrigue into Obsession, you have to be able to out manipulate her OR be a powerful/influential enough figure that she's willing to put her pride aside for you. her Obsession is different than Kylar's in that outwardly, she stays the same, but you will notice she's always seeming to listen to your advice or lets you push her in a certain direction of your choosing. she's also far clingier and will subtly seek praise. max Obsession Damsel is willing to do anything for you.

last little facts:

- you can raise her Possession with low love, but not her Obsession.

- you have to have at least 25> Intrigue to even unlock her love stat.

Horn Brain Content

- despite presenting herself to be a very dominant person, she is a switch! but she's very particular about which people can dom her. her lust stat is open from the moment you meet her <3

- she's still a virgin. this is partially by her choice and partially because to get to her virginity, you have to grt through Noé. though you definitely could take her virginity without Noé's approval/ interference, it is harder to do. good luck ♡

NOÉMIE

- you can only meet Noé alone at the temple, since he makes his presence at school scarce. however you can also meet him if he's with Damsel in town, typically on Barb Street or Nightingale Street if he's picking her up from the Dance or Photography Studios respectively. Noé is another hard to romance person but that's because his mind isn't really wired for romance. he thinks hes above you, regardless of your relationship status, so get used to that.

Unique Stat: Influence

- raising Noémie's Influence requires you to let him make all or most of your decisions for you. it starts with small things like choosing accessories and clothing for you and very quickly revolves into you being, essentially, a doll. you move how he wants, when he wants, and he really doesn't want to hear complaints, darling. he wants a mindless devotee, not a silly thing with their own thoughts ♡

Horn Brain Content

- Noé refuses to be anything but the dominant one. sorry babes, it's the god complex. he's also very unwilling to put his angel tf in jeopardy. he will however get you off with other methods but like he will not fuck you I'm so sorry if that's what you're aiming for. he's also a vengeful sadist so good luck soldier.

a little note as well: if you romance Noé or Damsel, expect to interact with the other fairly often. Damsel is far less likely to try and interfere in your relationship unlike Noé but...she is there. you have to be prepared to deal with Noé and Damsel's odd relationship ♡

TAMAYO

- you first meet Tamayo in one of three places. the nurse's office in the school, the pub on Fridays after meeting with Mickey, or at Darryl's being harassed while bartending. Tamayo can be difficult to romance because she often keeps to herself or she's being dragged around by Whitney. if you have a delinquent status or sadistic trait, Tamayo is more likely to approach you.

Unique Stat: Hysteria

- it's exactly what it sounds like. the higher her Hysteria, the deeper she's pushed into her masochism and suicidal thoughts. when at max Hysteria, Tamayo starts to have vivid thoughts of you killing her. she becomes desperate for you to be increasingly violent with her. she's not going to end herself though, it has to be you.

Horn Brain Content

- Tamayo is a submissive and drooling masochist. though she looks miserable, she likes to be thrown around, manhandled, used as a punching bag, etc. she'll agree to anything you request, even if it's to her detriment. her lust stat starts at 15% if you have a reputation for being violent.

my pcs are free real estate ♡

also I'll be making a separate post for Tomoe. partially because I haven't figured out their unique stat and partially because they could never be an LI, so I'll make a POI post for him ♡

[luvlyycy]

tw incest !!

gallagher fingers his little sister. it's just so cute. he'll press against that spongy spot inside of her cunt, rubbing over n over again. she gets so loud n whiny too.. creaming all over big bro's fingers with her greedy little cunt. it's like you're his drug— fat thumb pressing against your cute clit. soft tummy all folded as you lay in his arms, back against his chest— big bro gallagher jus loves his lil sis so much.. she's way too cute!! no way he could let you go..

"mmnnhh, gallyy.. s'too much, can't take it..—"

"aww, you say that everytime, sis. 'course y'can take it."

[dilucs-princess]

hey princess, i've got a quick idea i want to send before i head off for the night.

with what you said about sae, rin and reader yesterday, think of the reader and sae meeting for a first date where the reader spikes sae's drinks or food, and when sae realizes it and tries to get home safely, he luckily runs into rin nearby. sae is too dizzy and too close to unconsciousness to ask rin why he's in the area, just grateful that he can help him get home safely. but when they're inside the house, reader just walks in like the house belongs to them and rin, who planned it all with them, lets them have their fun with his brother before it's his turn

- 🦥

Oh yes. You and Rin had planned this for weeks. He felt too guilty to drug his brother so he asked you to do it for him, providing you with the drugs ofc <3

Ofc you put aphrodisiacs in his drink too so he can't deny the pleasure you and Rinnie give him <3

Rin tells you what to do the whole time you rape his brother, asking you to be gentle with him, to try and jot hurt or ruin him too much! You just roll your eyes but do as you're told as you force Sae to eat you out. Sae is too out if it, giggling on a high and too pussydrunk to do anything about it, just sloppily sliding his tongue around your cunt.

Rin grins as you orgasm, gently pushing you away to kiss his brother desperately, rubbing at Sae' neglected cock. Sae knows somewhere that this is is little brother Nd it shouldn't happen, pushing him away very gently. But you grab Sae's wrists as Rin starts to prep him.

Sae can only cry as his baby brother forces himself into him <3

[acynicalsweetheart]

What if reader was Curlys teenage daughter and they're bathing together and he's taking his time washing her body and thinking about how much she's grown n stuff.. I think that'd be a neat fic if you have time🌚

okay after embarrassing myself majorly im just posting this. not a fic just a very long fucking drabble… sorry to disappoint anon LOL i have no idea what this is umm it sucks ass i can't lie i didn't even follow the ask LMFAO. cut it down a little bc i hated it so much . original version posted on my ao3… read cws as always!

content warning: 18+, dead dove do not eat, daddy-daughter incest, etc etc

“Wow…” dad grabs at your hips, fondling them while his eyes rake down your body, his expression looking more like awe than perversion. “It’s been a while, huh?”

“Can we just get this over with?” 

“Alright, we can get it over with,” Curly lifts you up princess-style, carrying you in his arms like you’re his bride to the bathtub. 

“Dad!”

You’re placed in the bubble bath, dad’s taken the time to pick out your favourite sickly sweet scent even if he’s been clear about how it gives him a migraine. He enters after you, maneuvering you to sit in his lap. 

Dad leans back, makes these embarrassing sex-like noises that have your cheeks setting ablaze. The fact that you’re both butt fucking naked, stuck in a bathtub meant for one, doesn’t help the situation either. 

“This is nice,” he breathes out, pornographic in sound in the way only dad manages to be, pets you on the head and pulls you closer to his chest, “you, me, just like the old times.” 

“Yeah…” is all you can offer in reply, mainly because of the way his dick seems to be agreeing with his words—pressing uncomfortably against your hip in its heavy and floppy glory. 

He’s mostly soft, which you suppose is a good thing. 

Curly washes you like you’re still his baby, struggling to scrub your body squeaky, watery clean ‘cause of the bubbles stubbornly sticking to your skin. 

Everything is fine so you let your guard down for approximately one minute and his hands have already wandered off to where they aren’t supposed to be. 

“Look at these, baby,” he says like you haven’t been looking at them for years, cupping your breasts in his large palms and feeling up the tits he helped to make. “One day they might be as big as mine.” 

Right. Because dad has tittage enough to make Anna Nicole Smith reek out of jealousy. 

“Funny.” You click your tongue at him. Dad means well, you think. You just don’t have the heart to tell him that he’s being wildly inappropriate. 

“Lighten up, baby.” 

“I’m all grown up now, dad, it’s… kind of weird.” He’s like a puppy, if you get stern with him he’ll start pouting and near keeling. 

“All grown up? Honey, you’re my little girl. Always.”

You’ll be my little girl even when you’re fourty, you’ll be my little girl even when I’ve kicked the bucket—

“Even if you walk around with these babies” dad squeezes your tits, chuckles like it’s the most normal thing in the world when you yelp, “nowadays.”

(You’ve had them for as long as you can remember. Maybe he’s just been too busy fucking around up in the galaxy to notice.)

“I’ve been walking around with these,” you pluck his hands off your chest and he wraps them back around your waist—and much to your surprise, dad takes it, stays like that. 

“Whatever you say.”

It comes to a point where you’ve both been in the tub for so long that your fingers are starting to get pruny, wrinkling up like raisins. 

Dad’s hands drift slowly, very indiscreetly, down your tummy until his fingertips brush against your mound. You’re almost praying it’s an accident, frozen like a stone statue in his lap. 

“Are you…?” He trails off, seemingly a bit taken aback of his own question. 

“…Am I what?” 

Sick? Wet? Legal? A virgin? 

“Nothing,” he says but starts feeling around like he’s searching for something. A nagging voice in the back of your head tells you that ‘something’ might be your hymen. 

“I can—I can wash… down there myself, dad,” grabbing his hands to stop them from going any further, your heart’s beating so hard in your chest you can feel it in your throat. You swallow it.

“Right. Yeah.” Curly finally retreats, spurting out a half-assed excuse, “sorry, sweetheart.” It’s like he’s on another planet. 

Yet your stomach flares up with a heat you definitely should not be feeling at your dad’s touch—or lack thereof. 

It comes out before you can stop yourself, “why are you acting so weird?” Like you’re not the one with clenching thighs and a blanket of buzzing arousal over you as you speak. 

“Weird? Honey, I’m not—“ dad cuts himself off, sighs and starts over. “I just… missed my girl. Feel bad for spending so much time away from you,” he admits quietly, saddened as he looks down and strokes your tummy under the water. “Didn’t get to see you grow up.”

“Oh,” that does not explain things. “It’s okay, dad.” 

“No, I shouldn’t have touched you like that, baby.” He buries his face in the crook of your neck, and you wonder if he’ll start sobbing. 

Maybe you’ll let him stay like this for just a little while longer. 

“I can show you,” you take a moment before deciding to guide one of his hands back to your breast, the other to cup your mound. “How much I���ve grown up.”

A lone rubber duck floating amongst the bubbles judges you. 

[heartofjasmina]

On the note of your most recent post. Big Bro! Any characters of your choosing… when?

Listen, I tried my best but my brain still went to big bro Bakugou and brat lil sis--

You knew you were in for it. But your half brother had been studying for midterms and ignoring you for weeks, and you were sick of it.

So you stole his entire weed stash, stripped naked before putting on one of his shirts, and started messing with his gaming equipment while you smoked.

"So... who are you again?" the user's ID was chargebolt and he sounded constantly amused as you went on a rampage with your brother's character in their. He was part of your brother's guild along with a few other friends from school you knew.

"Just a girl who likes to mess with Kacchan." You giggled, not really understanding the prompts the game gave you but simply choosing to smash buttons instead.

"Bakubro is gonna be pissed," user redriot grumbled as you took another hit of your blunt.

"Nah, he's too busy studying like a good little nerd." You snorted, finding your own lame joke hilarious.

"Kacchan isn't a nerd he's just very driven--" Izuku's voice came through next, but even without hearing his voice, his userame allmightsfanboy gave him away.

"Yeah yeah yeah," You dismissed your brother's best friend with a wave of your hand--

Except your hand was caught in one rougher and bigger than yours. You gulped, and peeked behind you to find your fuming big brother looming over you.

"Time to log off," He growled in a voice that left no room for argument.

Wolf whistles and whoops could be heard through the headset he took off your head, and all he said into the microphone before shutting down the computer was "I'll be offline for a bit."

Then it was just the two of you.

"You couldn't just tell me your slutty holes needed more dick." His voice was almost conversational, if it wasn't for the fact that he was stripping off his clothes. Your parents wouldn't be home for hours yet, as they worked the night shift at the hospital.

That's when your fried brain actually put two and two together.

No one would be coming to save you.

"Nope," he popped the 'p' and grinned sharp, feral. "You decided to throw a tantrum like a proper fucking brat." He tossed his shirt over his head and pointed at his bed, his red eyes narrowed as he barked out the command,

"Face down, ass up. Now." You scrambled to move as he ordered, face burning when you realized he's gonna see exactly how slick your thighs already are.

You tried hiding your face in his sheets-- but one slap to your asscheek had you yelping and gasping for air.

"You really can't go a few weeks without me fucking you huh? Get all pissy if I don't." He chuckled as he groped the bright red handprint he left behind.

"I'm not-" You were mortified and indignant, but as always your big brother saw through you.

"Don't fucking bullshit me. Why else would you be acting out? But no worries. As long as you take your punishment you'll get all the dick you want." Katsuki smirked as he grabbed your wrists, holding them behind your back.

You could hear him fumbling around in his pockets one handed, never letting your wrists out of his grip as he set up his phone to record the bed ensuring your face was hidden.

"Now, for your punishment, you're going to apologize for being a needy slut." He explained calmly as he smacked your ass again, just to hear your pitiful whines that went straight to his dick.

"B-but.." You knew your voice sounded breathless and fucked out already, and you had a sneaking suspicion you'd see this recording again in the future.

"No buts, if you want to be a fucking brat you're going to be punished. I already told you that didn't I?" He narrows his eyes at you, landing heavy handed blows to your ass until it was glowing red and your pussy was gushing.

"Fucking slut, you like this too?" He sneered down at you, and you struggled weakly against his hold-- unsure why you always felt so hot and bothered when he was mean to you.

"Apologize and I'll fuck you." Katsuki taunted you as he trailed his fingers through your slick, feeling how swollen your clit had gotten just from your spanking.

"I-I'm.. I'm sorry.." You whimpered as you kept your face buried in the sheets.

"Can't hear you, try again." He showed you no mercy as he pushed two thick fingers into you, your juices running down his hand to his wrist.

"I'm sorry!" You cried out needily, fucking yourself back onto his fingers shamelessly.

"For?"

"For being a needy slut." You finally got the words out as you panted, his fingers stretching you out and prepping you for his dick.

"Now was that so hard?" You could hear the satisfaction in his voice, and you whined, shaking your hips to entice him into moving a bit quicker.

"Want.. want my reward now please," you sniffled, and smiled into the sheets as he cursed under his breath.

"Alright alright. A deal is a deal." You shivered when you heard his zipper, eager beyond words for what was to come.

[lacehartz]

big bro! rafe who only ever eats u out thru ur underwear to begin with because it makes him feel less like a sick freak… until he can’t help himself anymore and is pulling them aside <33

i found the perfect p!link to go along with this !!! not exactly what you asked for but i feel like this fits a bit better <33 cw in tags.

he’d so be the type to do it when you’re sleeping too, because in his head that’s the only way he can excuse it </3 the first time he breaks into your room, he’d told himself it was just to take a pair of panties — something to hold him over. but when he saw you laying there, legs spread and blanket half wrapped around you, he knew he was thinking with his dick. he’d gotten down on his knees at the edge of your bed, just staring at something no brother should ever be eye to eye with. he was entranced, bewitched, and it wasn’t long before he was surging forward, pressing his nose against your core. and god did you smell divine. he’d give up all the lines in the world if it meant he got to inhale and sniff at your pussy for the rest of his life. but you’d twisted in his sleep, let out a little sound and it scared him. he didn’t want you waking up, didn’t want to see the look of disgust and fear, so he’d left. crawled out of your room the same way he’d come in, like a coward.

since that moment, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you. if you smelt that good, then surely .. surely you tasted good too, right? you’d ruined him completely, he couldn’t even fuck anyone else without his head blaring out a loud and annoying “wrongwrongwrong.” rafe realises he’s way too far gone when he’s begging barry for something that’ll keep you quiet, something that’ll lock you away in dreamland while he acts on his sick desires. he’s grateful that barry doesn’t care or raises any questions about what he’s planning to do with the roofie pills.

rafe had slipped one into the glass of water on your nightstand while you were at dinner, waiting quietly in his room until he saw the light go out from under your door. his chest aches painfully as he sneaks in once again, the movements now familiar with how often he’d been doing it. and there you were in all your glory; white cotton panties and a small tank top, mouth open and nipples piercing through your shirt. he barely reminds himself to check whether you’d actually drunk the water before he’s between your legs again, this time with resolve. rafe closes his eyes, hoping that it’d make it better. he could pretend you were someone else, someone who wasn’t his little sister. his pink tongue peeks out of his salivating mouth, hesitating just for a moment, and then he’s flat against your centre.

he moans. he moans loud and unabashedly, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as he flicks and licks and nibbles at your perfect cunt over your panties. you taste like coke and sugar and he knows this won’t be enough. he’d need more. he was a greedy, disgusting man and here he was, brought to his knees in bliss, because of you.

rafe can’t think anymore. it’s like he’s on autopilot, lapping at you like a starved dog. your panties grow translucent quickly, a mix of his saliva and your own unwanted arousal. he loves how pliant you are. loves how he can spread your thighs and slurp as hard as he wants at your clit, knowing you won’t wake up, that you can’t. rafe’s cock strains against the fabric of his briefs, hard and swollen and leaking. he wants nothing more than to rut against you, against your drooly pussy. he wants to be enveloped by your warmth. but the guilt starts crawling up his spine again, shooting sparks and crackling angrily. he feels like throwing up, as if his brain has finally realised what he was doing.

he stumbles up, chin wet with his own drool and he flees. he runs back to his room, dizzy and lost and still so fucking hard. rafe can’t stop himself. he has to do it. he’s reaching into his briefs, choking his dick in his fist, doesn’t even give himself the satisfaction of building it up. three strokes and he’s cumming all over his hand, thick globs of cum sticking to the same fingers he’d just used to spread open your legs.

despite the shame and horror and guilt flowing through him in a rare moment of post-nut clarity, he knows himself. rafe knew he’d be back in your room. he knew he’d be on his knees again and he knew tasting you through your panties wouldn’t work for long. he just hoped the guilt got easier to deal with.

[gojoest]

regarding older brother satoru, it’s when the elders start to push the idea of marrying you off that satoru stops hiding your situation. although he appears to be cautious and secretive about it he lets himself get caught walking in and out of your room with his slacks unbuckled or barely wearing anything very much on purpose. the entire point is for you to be seen as his woman and not his sister so the elders give up on the ridiculous idea of giving you away to someone else, you belong to him

[smilepilled]

btw my shipcourse stance is. Dont be public about the weird shit you consume if you really are doing it for your own sake + Its not a good idea to consume it because it will have a normalizing effect in your brain and inevitably make your limits/morals less rigid (dangerous!) + Dont tell minors they deserve trauma or suibait them for doing these things because theyre likely to be victims doing self harmful stuff + I dont want to listen to your nasty headcanons + Censorship is inevitably gonna fuck up more minorities and plain basic information so unfortunately we will kinda have to learn to avoid these things instead of banishing them

but also. do Not involve me in it at all 🙏 i will shrimp myself. i block propiss/compiss/dorkpiss/antipiss accounts on sight for my sake

[hyunsvngs]

I just had the nastiest fucking thought and I'm gonna need you to turn this into something longer if you can. Give me your opinions. Anything, I don't care.

Ok hear me out. Perv!Jisung. Stepbrother!Jisung.

Pervy step brother Jisung who just wants to be a good boy and would do *anything* y/n asked him to, even if it was to simply brush her hair after her shower because she doesn't want the towel to fall, as far as to lick her dinner plate clean on the floor like hes just some kind of dog for her own sick enjoyment.

Pervy step brother Jisung who knows y/n's nightly masturbation routine like the back of his hand. He definitely sits outside her room or the bathroom - wherever she does it- just so he can whimper right along with her and cum at the same time cuz it makes him feel so connected.

Pervy step brother Jisung who's gotten so desperate for y/n that he doesn't care if she finds his cum still left on the floor or stuck to the outside of her door in the morning cuz he's starting to get jealous that she's not showing him the attention he craves from her

Pervy step brother Jisung who finally snaps and takes her dog joke to the max and starts pissing everywhere he can to show she's his territory. In her dirty clothes basket, a puddle in front of her door, even going as far as sneaking into her room and pissing all over her bed while she's in the shower so she can come back just for her to be shocked by a warm puddle underneath her. Then she has to clean her bed and shower again while he casually walks by her carrying the dirty sheets and blankets, smirking because he smells his own piss surrounding her.

But also pervy step sister y/n who keeps one piss soaked shirt in the dirty basket so she can keep it in her room a couple days to tease him and ask him to come into her room and pick out a perfume for her to wear going out with her friends. and * oh my god* the smell overwhelms him the second he walks in and his eyes get glossy in hope of *anything* happening. Just for y/n to grab the piss soaked shirt out and drop it on the ground and tell him to get on his knees and shove his nose in it like the bad pup he is.

"you think I don't know what you're doing, pup? Being all naughty and dirty towards your step sister? You can't be that desperate, can you? You wouldn't start pissing on my things to get my attention. Are you gonna start whining and crying next? Now be a good pup and pick out a nice perfume for me, yeah? Pick out your favorite"

And right as she releases his face from the clothing, he gets up and walks over to her collection of perfume and thinks for a second. Just to turn around and hand her the single shirt that was just lying on the floor.

Fuck they're so dirty. This is definitely my brain rot for tonight and I DEFINITELY got carried away.

OKAY HI. JUST SO YOU KNOW I READ THIS AT 5AM AFTER I GOT BSCK FROM A NIGHT OUT AND I PHYSICALLY COULDNT BREATHE. I COULDNT BREATHE AND I COULDNT FUNCTION. I NEED THIS SO BAD.

THE PISS? OH FUCKING HELL. NO I WANT TO WRITE THIS AS A ONESHOT SO BAD LMAO.

[dilucs-princess]

oh princess, i've been thinking about isagi x mama!reader for days because of you and the anime dropping yesterday makes it so much better

i'm not sure if you meant isagi with a mama kink or isagi being in a relationship with you, his actual mother, but one really has me obsessed recently

i'm not 100% certain if you're a manga reader too but after the u20 game (not sure if you know how it ends and i don't want to spoil it for my princess if they haven't read it) they're given 2 weeks away from blue lock just to chill for a while. poor isagi must have been so needy for his mama after seeing you in the crowd but couldn't do anything at all except play extra hard so he could see your face light up with pride with every pass he made, every shot he took. and then when he's finally home again and gets to be with you, i bet it wouldn't take long for him to cum in his shorts because he's missed you so much

- 🦥

BOTH but I love incest especially so hehe

But yes omg, there's a sad and needy whine in the back of his throat when he sees you in thr crowd but wants to make you proud so he does his damn best in every shit he takes! And as soon as he gets home, he's hugging you so damn tight, immediately finding your nipple to nurse in as he ruts pathetically against your leg, so desperate for you, whines of 'Mama, please' leaving him <3

[telugu-girl-13]

yall is it considered incest when you and best friend A are 'daughters' of best friend B but also married to each other??