older!simonriley who is a little bit surprised when you ask him to sleep with you. you tell him how inexperienced you are and that you wish to learn how to properly pleasure someone. he's not sure if he's gonna say yes but, you're probably going to ask someone else anyway, and the mere idea makes him sick. he doesn’t regret it when he sees your big doe eyes looking up at him as you're on your knees, his fat cock standing proudly before you. he snickers at your intimidated expression before grabbing gently your hair and guiding your lips on his lenght, a sigh escaping him as he feels the warmness of your mouth. even as you gag and that tears are threatning to spill, he doesn’t stop, you'll have to learn the hard way anyway.
you and your father were close. closer than most father-daughter relationships should be, a lack of boundaries all around. but you didn’t care! you loved your dad! you would even go as far to call him your best friend.
and well, best friends tell each other everything. daddy doesn’t like when you keep secrets, and you don’t like when he does either! so you both vowed to be as open as possible! this was a pact you two made a long time ago.
you and your boyfriend have been trying to go to the next level. and to kickstart that, you decided you would try to give him a blowjob! no biggie, right? but, this was without doubt your first time. dad didn’t really like when you had boyfriends in high school. but you didn’t have to listen to him anymore, you were an adult! although you do value his opinion a whole bunch… especially about your boyfriend.
anyhow, while trying to give your sweet boyfriend a blowjob, you just couldn’t! nicely, anyways. you kept gagging all over it and scraping him with your teeth :(. he just ended up telling you to stop, opting for a hand job instead.
obviously, you tell your dad about this. you tell your dad everything about your relationship! remember, no secrets! you whined on and on about how you just can’t please him orally, worried that he would leave you for another girl :(.
skill doesn’t come naturally, you needed practice! so like the fatherly man toji is, he offered to help you! you accepted, eager to learn how to please your boyfriend you love oh so much. it wasn’t cheating because it was your dad, right? besides, it’s just practice. nothing real.
you were on your knees in front of toji, looking up at him with those sweet doe eyes he loved so much. he slowly unzipped his pants, pulling his hard cock out of his boxers. your eyes widened three times it’s normal size when you saw it. his cock was huge, way bigger than your boyfriends. you didn’t even know if you could fit that in your mouth, let alone not gag on it.
he saw the shocked look on your face and let out a loud chuckle, “don’t worry, baby. i’ll go easy on you.”
he rested his large hand atop your head, tilting it so you were looking at his face. he brought his dick right in front of you, slowly moving his hand up and down. precum leaked from the tip and dribbled onto your hairline. you frowned at the feeling of the substance in your hair.
he cooed at you, and brought his tip to your lips. he moved his hand to your jaw, making sure to keep it shut while he rubbed the tip of his cock on your lips, precum coating them.
“open up.” he smiled, smacking his tip against your lips. you opened your mouth hesitantly but wide enough for him to fit. he eased into your warm, wet mouth and immediately hissed.
“yeah, i feel the teeth. stop that.” he lightly smacked your face, and you pulled back.
“but howww?” you whined out to him.
he thought for a moment. “hm, shape your lips like when you drink out of a straw. you know what i mean, right?” you smiled with teeth, ironically, and nodded.
“okay. good. let’s try that again.” he said, and you opened your mouth a little more welcomingly this time, less nervous after the little pep talk.
he eased back into your mouth, this time not feeling your teeth scraping him. he smiled, rubbing your cheek where he slapped earlier. “good girl. you’re really getting the hang of this, aren’t ’ya?”
your eyes lit up at the small praise, and he pushed his dick deeper into your throat. you gagged, your head flying back; but he caught it mid way. both his big hands held your head into place. he groaned at the feeling of your throat convulsing around him.
he pushed until his entire length was in your mouth, your nose pressing up against his untrimmed pelvis. you gagged more, your head trying to move off but he held it in place.
“shh, just relax your throat. relax baby. breathe through your nose.” he reassured you, petting your hair.
you sat there for a bit, placing your hands on his thighs to steady yourself. once he felt you were comfortable, that’s when he started to move.
it started out slow. the sounds of his moaning, and the occasional gag coming from you filling the room. instead of you moving your head, he was thrusting up into your mouth. you thought about how this wasn’t really good practice, but your mind immediately went blank once he started moving faster, rougher.
your nails dug into his thighs drawing blood, barely able to think as your dad was aggressively thrusting into your throat. your hearing started to falter slightly, barely being able to hear his sweet moans and praises, telling you how good you were doing.
tears welled up in your eyes as he kept repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. he was being so rough, and you didn’t know why you liked it :(. this was supposed to only be practice, your dad helping you out like he always did.
his movements stopped as you felt something thick and warm fill your throat. your nose was up to his pelvis again as he grinded into your throat.
“fuckkk yeah, swallow it. so good for me. such a good kid.” he praised, and you happily sucked it all down, desperate to make your father happy.
he pulled out of your mouth, smiling down at you and how disheveled you looked. “you did so good for me, sweetheart. i think you’re ready now.”
and while your boyfriend was fucking your face, all you could think about is how your dads cock was just so much better. :(
cw: minors & ageless blogs dni, incest, ddlg topics, penetrative sex (p in v), not proofread, possible spelling/grammar errors
i think @eclipseslayer might like this
thinking about… toji who turns his daughter into a little housewife.
when he gets home from work, he’s always greeted by his cute lil daughter! it always takes everything in him not to pound that tight cunt of yours right there in then. he makes sure to eat the dinner you prepared for him while it’s hot, it’d be a shame to let your amazing cooking go to waste.
only after he’s eaten his dinner will he mercilessly fuck your weeping hole, his hands digging into your waist and shoving your body up and down his thick length. he knows it’s a biiig stretch but c’mon you can take it, you’re a big girl now.
Summary: In another life, you knew him. Not as a monster, but as a man. You were lovers once, before the town swallowed him whole, twisting his soul into something inhuman.
The fog swallowed the streets, twisting over the cracked pavement like ghostly fingers.
Silent Hill was a graveyard of forgotten sins, a place where the past refused to rest.
It was here, in the hollow remains of what had once been a town, that you walked alone.
Or, at least, you had thought you were alone.
You had felt his presence long before you had seen him.
An unseen heavy weight pressing against your chest. The first time he had appeared, you had stumbled backwards, your breath catching in your throat at the sheer size of him.
Pyramid Head.
A monster made of rust and strength, his form an executioner’s nightmare, a walking ghoul of punishment and blood.
The great blade he carried scraped against the ground with every step, carving jagged lines into it. You had expected him to kill you.
But he hadn’t.
He had only stood there, watching.
Then he had vanished into the mist, leaving you alone once more.
But it was never for long.
He was always there.
Lingering in the edge of your vision, a shadow in the fog.
And then the memories began.
They came in fragments, brief flashes of another life. A hand in yours, rough and warm. A voice you could not quite hear. The feeling of being held.
There was a time, long ago, before the town had twisted him into this monster, that he had been someone else.
And he had been yours.
The realization settled into you like ice. You should have been afraid. You should have run.
But you didn’t.
Instead, you wanted to find him.
The town shifted as you walked, streets warping, buildings stretching toward a sky that did not exist.
And yet, you found him. Or maybe, he found you.
He stood in the centre of an old, ruined church, his massive frame silhouetted by the flickering glow of candlelight.
Rusted chains coiled around the pillars, their clinking the only sound in the heavy silence.
Slowly, you stepped forward.
The weight of his gaze, unseen yet suffocating, settled over you. You should have feared him. You should have trembled.
Instead, you reached out.
Your fingers brushed against his chest.
And something shifted.
Pyramid Head did not move. Did not breathe.
But you could feel it, the aching remnants of the man buried under the executioner’s mask.
“…I remember you,” you whispered.
The chains rattled. The candles flickered.
For a long moment, there was nothing.
Then his large and heavy hand lifted. It hovered before curling over yours, pressing it against his chest, where beneath leather and flesh, something still pulsed.
Not a heartbeat.
Something older.
Something that had waited. Longed.
Silent Hill would not let you go easily.
The town thrived on suffering, on despair. But as Pyramid Head stood before you, no longer a monster, no longer a tormentor, but something more, you knew that whatever this place had taken from him, whatever it had taken from both of you, it could never steal what remained.
Not your love.
Not you.
And in the ruins of Silent Hill, where the fog would never lift and the ghosts would never sleep, you and he stood together.
Bound by blood. By rust.
By something eternal.
~Masterlist~
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Silent Hill Fic
Rating: 18+
Pairing: Pyramid Head x Female Reader
Synopsis/Excerpt: His helmet had jerked your way, the sudden movement making your heart drop to your stomach. You couldn't look away from him, mouth agape at the towering menace. You didn't understand how, but you felt him peruse your form--nausea hitting you when he let out a guttural growl and headed straight for you.
WARNINGS/TAGS: Dark fic, rape/noncon elements, extremely dubious consent, explicit content, blood play, heavy NSFW, teratophilia(?), monster/human, choking, dacryphilia, rough sex, unprotected sex, forced orgasm, tummy bulge, creampie, very obvious size difference.
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A/N: I had to make sure to finish this one before Halloween! Sorry for the long wait, you guys! I got no tricks with me so I'm just going to hand over this little treat right here ! 🍬
You hid beneath a large table, hands over your mouth to control your breathing as the floor shook. You could feel your heart beating intensely, the organ wanting to burst out of your chest as pure terror seized you when the footsteps paused near your hiding spot.
He was right in front of you. The only being you encountered in the desolate town of Silent Hill.
The monster.
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He had emerged out of an alley, swarmed by bugs as he trudged his way through, his massive frame freezing you in place. His head was encumbered by a steel frame, pyramid in its shape and heavy in appearance if his tortured groans were anything to go by. His scarred torso and bulging arms were bare, showcasing the immense power he held as he dragged a massive knife behind him.
You couldn't contain your gasp when you caught sight of it.
His helmet had jerked your way, the sudden movement making your heart drop to your stomach. You couldn't look away from him, mouth agape at the towering menace. You didn't understand how, but you felt him peruse your form--nausea hitting you when he let out a guttural growl and headed straight for you.
Fuck!
You bolted then, nearly tripping over your own feet in your desperation to get away from him. With the amount of blood soaking him and those unnerving growls, you weren't willing to take a chance and find out what he would do to you. Too afraid to look back, you continued running in the abandoned town, losing sight of where you were as you tried to find somewhere to hide.
What buildings you could make out were old and rundown, their windows smashed and doors creaking ominously. They would not provide you with the cover you needed. You could faintly hear him behind you, breaking into a cold sweat when you turned your head and couldn't spot him in the dense fog.
When you caught sight of the abandoned school, your lungs felt like bursting and your legs ached from overexerting yourself to run. Your body needed to rest before you collapsed from the fatigue. It was a large enough building that finding you would be a tasking ordeal for the monster. Perhaps he would give up his search for you and allow you to find a way out of this hellish place. You could only hope that you lost him earlier and he wouldn’t know where you crawled off to.
Running up the steps to the entrance, you were met with the despairing sight of chains wrapped around the steel doors.
“No, no, no…” you pleaded, grabbing onto the chains in hopes they were loose enough to open the doors. Luck was on your side, because they were– chains pulling taut around the doors, opening just enough to allow someone to squeeze through with some difficulty. Struggling to wiggle your way through, you pushed with all your might and breathed a sigh of relief when you fell inside.
Taking deep breaths, you looked around and tried to make sense of your surroundings. Needing to squint your eyes to adjust seeing in the dark, you could see a narrow hallway with dirty and rusty lockers lined along the walls. It was an uncanny sight, the broken down doors of the classrooms and splintering wood of the floor making you realize how decrepit this place was. It was so unkempt and old that you flinched when the floorboards creaked with every step you took. You felt like dying every time the floor protested your weight and critters ran spooked by the noise.
The hall turned a sharp corner to the left, more lockers and doors appearing on either side of the walls as before. It was then you noticed the broken elevator, the metal frame twisted in sharp angles and torn cables dangling from tears in the ceiling. If there was an elevator here, then that must mean there was a way up!
Not caring this time about the noise you made, you hurried to the end of the hall trying to see if you could find some way to get to the second floor. If you could just get there, you would have the advantage of viewing who (or what) was below you on the ground. Maybe even spot a route or path out of this place. Passing by the restrooms, you nearly gagged when a putrid stench hit your nose. The buzzing of flies and roaches in the area made you squeamish, your face scrunching into a disgusted grimace at the dirty facilities before continuing your trek forward.
Finding the stairs was a much harder task than you expected. Faced with multiple locked areas of the building, you were forced to backtrack and navigate through other sections of the building to find another way up. It seemed like a dead end everywhere you turned.
Just when you were about to give up, you finally spotted stairs leading to the upper floor.
“Finally,” you muttered in exasperation. Your turtle neck shirt was damp with your sweat, clinging to your body so uncomfortably that you would definitely need a shower soon. Placing a hand on the cracked wall nearest you, you took a breather, closing your eyes as you tried to get your energy back up again.
“Just a little bit more. Don’t give up yet.”
Forcing your aching feet to move, you headed tiredly towards the stairs. Once you reached them, you walked up to the landing, turning left to continue climbing forward when you noticed something.
“You have got to be kidding me?!”
A disbelieving look crossed your face. In front of you was a dilemma that nearly made you scream in frustration. The only way to the upper floor was barricaded with chairs and tables, furniture piled up haphazardly along the second set of stairs as if to ensure no one could get by it. It effectively put a stop to your plans.
Maybe you could climb over the obstruction? No, you couldn’t risk something falling out of place and crushing you with its weight, causing you harm in the end. You thought about using the railing to skip past the hurdle of furniture, but hearing the creak of the brittle handrail when you held it had you rethinking that idea. Placing your hands on your hips, you tried thinking of how to get past this obstacle. Maybe taking it apart little by little would help?
Seeing as you had no choice, you started dismantling the barricade one chair at a time. The tables were too heavy and had your arms shaking from the effort of pulling them so you left them for last. Once you piled up enough chairs to give you room to move one of the tables, you shook your hands to prepare them to take the brunt of the weight.
While you were busy with this task, you didn’t know you damned yourself.
What you didn’t know was when you squeezed through the gap of the entrance, your sweater caught on an edge and tore a strip of the pink cloth. You didn’t know it was like a beacon, its vibrant color contrasting from the dull and bleak setting of the school. You didn’t know he held it in his bloodied hand, bringing it to his hidden face as if to smell you. You didn’t see the shudder that went through him. You also didn't see him bursting through the shackled entrance of the school, breaking the chain to pieces as the steel doors lay bent beneath his foot.
However, you did feel the building shake following a loud crash.
Startled at the muffled explosion, you released the legs of the table you were holding, crouching as you looked around wildly. The echoed sounds of doors being forced open could then be heard even from a distance. Lockers were slammed and torn off the walls, the clash of metal producing an awful screeching sound that resonated across the empty building.
What?! What was that?! You panicked internally, palms sweating as you hid behind the railing. What could’ve made that thunderous sound? Was it him?! It couldn’t be, could it? Trembling with fear, you realized you were a sitting duck. You couldn't go back the way you came or you’ll risk facing what caused that loud commotion.
When you heard a familiar growl, you couldn’t stop the tiny sob escaping your lips. It was HIM! When his steps edged closer to your location, your eyes wandered desperately around your cornered space and spotted a clothed table at the bottom of the stairs. Running down the stairs, you all but crawled beneath the table, tucking your feet in as you tried to make yourself as small as possible. You didn’t have any other option. The cloth provided you with enough cover to pull off not being seen and you could only pray you weren't found.
Eyes wide with fear, you held your breath when he turned the corner, the floor trembling with every heavy step of his boots. You could also hear the scrape of the giant sword he dragged with him, the shrill sound hurting your ears. You nearly bolted when you heard the locker doors being opened one by one before getting slammed shut.
Oh God, please, don't let him find me. Please, please, please. You shut your eyes tightly, clasping your hands against your mouth as you tried to keep as quiet as you could. The corner of your eyes teared up, a lump in your throat wanting to give way to sobs of distress the closer he got.
~
His trudging steps slowed as he surveyed the area.
Pyramid Head tilted his head curiously, his helmet creaking with the action. He didn’t know where you hid but he could sense you near. When he pressed that piece of fabric to his helmed head, your intoxicating aroma set his nerves of fire, twisting his mind into a lustful haze–the urge to pillage and kill you getting stronger by the minute.
When he heard that soft gasp earlier in the alley, he was stunned by your feminine form mere meters away from him. You were a small thing compared to him, the top of your head not even reaching his chest. Whatever surprise he felt was momentary, desire quickly flooding his veins as he drank in your lovely shape. How long since a pretty thing like you entered this infernal domain? How easy would it be to subdue you and make you a slave to his lust? What sounds could he coax from those wet lips of yours? His member twitched to life beneath his withered skirt, the thought of possessing you clouding his mind with lascivious images of your naked body beneath him.
When he took a step towards you, you ran like a frightened lamb.
Watching you turn around to flee– the distance growing between you with every passing second– Pyramid Head gripped his weapon tightly, anger consuming him as he followed right after you.
As if he would allow you to escape him.
He would take you. Tarnish that soft flesh and desecrate your soul until you were nothing but a bloody heap beneath him.
He just needed to catch you first.
Opening the lockers one by one, he couldn’t suppress his frustrated grumbles when you weren’t there. Where were you? He shifted his attention to the familiar clutter of furniture on the staircase, noting how neatly some chairs were piled in a corner–knowing that the times he’s ventured here, the chairs were never tampered in such a way.
Realizing how close he must be to capturing you, he started up the stairs, dropping his weapon without a care as he tore down the barricade in a frenzy to find you.
When his search proved fruitless, the veins in his arms and neck became more prominent from his fury. WHERE WERE YOU? Blind with rage, he smashed his fists against the broken furniture and the rotting walls, tearing everything in his wake as he roared loud enough to make his helmet vibrate violently from the sound. It hurt enough to cause him to rupture something and bleed, trails of blood dripping down his neck to mix with the blood of his other victims.
As he stood breathing heavily on the landing of the stairs, trying to shake off the cloud of anger consuming him, a faint creak was heard downstairs. He twisted his body to look behind him, crazily observing the area where he heard it from.
There was a lone table. The once white cloth adorning it was an ugly shade of brown, time not being kind to as it had torn holes ruining it. He could care less about the useless piece of cloth. What had his undivided attention was the dainty fingers that could be seen poking out beneath it.
There was a moment of silence before he charged down the stairs.
Gripping the sides of the table, he flung it across the hall, old wood shattering to pieces when it smacked against the railing of the stairs. He paid little mind to the destruction he created, his focus landing entirely on your meek figure below him. A look of horror crossed your face, mouth open in shock as you stared up at him. A rumble of contentment echoed within his helmet having finally found his prize, quickly dropping down to his knees to grab you and pin you between his legs.
It didn’t take much to overpower you, Pyramid Head sitting on your thighs to lessen your squirming. Bunching the pink fabric in his hands, he tore your sweater apart like paper, your startled scream doing little to deter him. His bloodied hands groped the exposed flesh hungrily, smudging your torso with the red substance as you shrieked in disgust. The way the softness of your tummy gave under his firm hands had him addicted. He loved how weak and pliant your flesh was.
Your mounds were a sight too, spilling off the cups of the small band around your chest. He tore that off easily too, your bust jiggling from the action and making him groan at the sight. Much to his pleasure, he saw your skin pebble with goosebumps, the cool air of the room turning your nipples into tight buds.
His hands moved, thick fingers stroking over your breasts to test the doughy texture. You gasped, arching from the pressure, unknowingly pushing your chest against his palms. Much to your chagrin, the rough pads of his fingers sent a fire bolt careening from your nipples and through your quivering belly to ignite heat into your core. You bit your lip, ignoring the sensation as you tried shoving his hands away with your feeble strength. When he tugged harshly on the tips of your breasts, you let out a pained whine, the kittenish sound sending a shock of pleasure down his spine. He wished to tear you apart, bathe in your essence as he drank up your tortured cries.
He was reluctant to pull his hands away from you, your body smeared in a beautiful canvas of blood, but his need to fully claim you could not be denied. Pyramid Head removed his hands from your breasts with a final rough squeeze, shifting one to rub his erection to alleviate some of his need, while the other hand trailed down to caress your clothed hip possessively.
He was bewitched by you, reverently stroking your skin with bloodied hands to dirty your purity. Shielding your breasts from his view, you were a vision with your head turned to the side, choking on a sob as you realized that despite how your mind protested his brutish touches, your body betrayed you when slickness dripped between your thighs.
At war with yourself, you didn't pay attention when his attention turned to the last article of clothing preserving your modesty.
Easing up on his weight, he shifted his body down to tug at your black jeans. When the tight fabric stuck around your hips, he grew irritated at the minor inconvenience. Before you could voice out a protest, he roughly flipped you over onto your stomach, shock coursing through you when he tore the denim to shreds at your sides, dragging the rest of it down your legs and taking your panties and shoes with them.
You could feel the heat in your face at the state of your nudity. He caressed your ass then– forcing an undignified yelp from you at the offensive touch– squeezing the globes on either palm, his nails digging into the fat hard enough to leave lasting bruises on your unblemished skin.
"N-no! You're hurting me!"
You hissed between your teeth, sharp aches blossoming from where his fingers pressed on your ass. You shivered with disgust when the blood on his hands dirtied your globes, matching it with the mess of your front.
Brushing a calloused finger along your vulva, he was met with the heat of your pussy. It had your body jerking to attention, the blood draining from your face in an instant. When he tried to insert the bloody finger inside you, you shook erratically, your hands scrambling for purchase on the floor to get away from him.
Tired of your antics, he twisted you to your back, uncaring of the yelp that left you when the back of your head hit the floor with a loud thud. Holding you down with one hand around your neck, he nearly choked you as he began pulling impatiently at the fastenings of his long skirt to jerk himself free with his other. His body shook with excitement, enticed by your naked flesh even as you begged sweetly under him.
He paid little mind to your frantic scratching on his arm, the pain miniscule when compared to the hard throbbing of his cock— the twitching member pulsating so strongly that it had his mind blazing from the painful pressure, a groan of distress escaping him the longer it was kept confined. Pain that would only be soothed once he was encompassed by the tight walls of your pussy.
~
The state of your mind went into a panic when you saw it. What lay between those muscled thighs was a monstrosity. It would bring you nothing but pure anguish and misery, the way it could barely spring upward with its heavy weight. Accompanied by an equally heavy set of balls and prominent veins lining the length of it– it was more of an instrument of pain than that of pleasure, meant to punish and brutalize those that fell victim to it.
A whimper left you before you started thrashing in earnest, clawing away at his arm to get away from that.
"LET GO OF ME! NO! Y-YOU CAN'T-!"
You didn't care that he could snap your neck in a second, didn't care that he could rip you limb from limb or crush your head with his bare hands. Those were much better options than the alternative he was hellbent on pursuing.
What the hell?! How can he be that bi-!!? Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt monstrous hands grip your knees and pull them apart savagely, screaming at the painful ache in your pelvis following the rough motion. He knelt between your spread legs, his large thighs forcing you open and leaving you unable to close your legs.
"W-wait! Wait! Think about what you're doing, please?! It's not possi-?!"
The blunt head of his cock tapped your entrance, the pearl of precum mixing with your wetness as he tried to nudge his way in. His size proved too much for your smaller frame, his dick sliding up your vulva in a failed attempt to penetrate you. The insistent push of his hips had you holding your breath, body freezing in place when the head of his cock threatened to breach your cunt only to slide along your labia once more.
The rough motion had you panting, the repeated nudging on your clit causing your pelvis to twitch from the erotic stimulation. You couldn’t stop your body’s reaction to him, a pulsating heat shimmering beneath your skin. Taking a glance down, you shuddered at the sight of his cock sandwiched between your spread lips. It had your feminine channel burning for him despite your fear of him. Shame accompanied your arousal as you felt more of your natural fluids coating the underside of his dick and flowing down your ass in rivulets.
While you lay gasping at the dizzying sensation, you were ignorant to his growing agitation when he missed his mark again. He raised your hips higher, giving himself a better view of your leaking hole before grabbing his wet shaft with one hand and lining himself up once more. This time he was determined to properly defile you.
Your eyes fluttered open when he adjusted you, looking up at him in confusion as you tried to clear your mind. The momentary pleasure he had given you was obliterated in a second when you felt the press of his cock head stab its first inch inside your dripping pussy.
Like a bucket of cold water hitting your face, you shrieked when the reality of your situation set in. Flinching from his touch, you tried twisting your hips away from him hoping to dislodge the stiff cock from its journey inside you.
"No! You won't fit!"
Bucking your hips uselessly, you failed to realize that your swirling hips moved pleasantly around the tip, a dribble of cum shooting out of his cock to coat your insides– making you gasp when you felt it and him shudder strongly at the feel of your sweet cunt. Seeing how you were so lubricated for him, he repositioned himself above you, bracing a foot on the floor while keeping the other leg bent at the knee. Grabbing the back of your knees, he pushed them forward near your head, effectively placing you in a mating press of sorts.
Not giving you any time to protest, he thrusted half of himself in one diligent push.
You yelped at the sudden pain, eyes nearly popping out of your face as you felt your pussy stretch beyond its limit. Glimmer of tears rushed to your eyes, the pain making your mouth wobble as he pulled away– the drag of his cock against your inner walls nearly causing you to faint– only to cry out when he thrusted back in with more force. More of his cock violated your sore insides, rendering you a screaming mess as he continued to plunder your wrecked form. Too scared to look at the damage between your legs, you pushed against his firm stomach, pleading for him to stop or he'll kill you.
A sharp jab into your swollen flesh had you crying out, arching your back as tears trailed down your face. No manner of preparation could’ve made his passage bearable, the stark difference between his gargantuan size and your regular size evident as you struggled to accommodate him.
He took you like a brute. Not caring about your distressed wails.
It hurt.
Maybe the pain was making you delirious, but beneath the agony, there was a thread of pleasure seeping through the cracks. You refused to believe it, the thought of your body betraying you in such a way nearly crumbling you.
…
…
Then why were your hips moving timidly alongside his?
~
His hands bit into your sides, Pyramid Head lifting your lower body off the floor to smack against him, driving the rest of his cock inside your spasming pussy with a low groan.
It was a tight fit.
Once the entirety of his throbbing cock was seathed inside your warm heat, he took the time to glance down at you. You were a sweaty mess of blood and tears, pained gasps emerging from your trembling lips as your body twitched uncontrollably from his claiming of you. Your entrance was stretched taut around his engorged cock, the blood smeared on your pelvis making him wonder if it was yours or from him.
He was immune to your choked sobs, not feeling the least bit remorseful of his violent taking of you. Rather, he was pleased you survived. Many didn’t make it past this stage, but you proved to be a pleasant surprise.
The snug walls of your cunt suddenly clenched around his dick, nearly making him cum on the spot.
He pulled his hips back, hissing when your walls clamped down on him, making the task difficult before driving forward with purpose. Before long, your soaked entrance made his movements easier, his dick sliding much faster inside your straining pussy. Pained cries turned into soft mewls, your hips eventually moving in tandem with his with every brush of your clit.
He paused midthrust to stare at the bulge in your tummy in fascination. It was a ghastly sight– the way your lower belly distended from his cock penetrating you. He pressed on the bump in an inquisitive manner, jolting in shock when your channel clenched around him erratically, a stream of fluid splashing on his lower belly following your loud shriek.
The shock was momentary, Pyramid Head rubbing your secretion between his fingers to play with the strings. Bringing them beneath the helm of his helmet, he was overtaken with the smell of your lust. Even though you couldn’t meet his gaze, you could feel him staring at you in a hungry manner. He gave you little time to be embarrassed, hunching over you to place your legs above his elbows, spreading you further and spearing into you with brutal thrusts.
He couldn't stop the rapid succession of thrusts, driving into you faster and faster as his release built up with every plunge inside you.
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You twisted helplessly, opening your mouth to voice out your pleasure as fire spread throughout your body. His fierce pace had you writhing wildly beneath him, shaking your head at the growing tension in your stomach– signaling another approaching orgasm. You didn’t want him to stop. Your womb clenched with every harsh jab of his monstrous dick against it, the pressure escalating with every second of your ruin.
“O-oh! Please, please, please–!!” You sobbed, not knowing if you wanted him to stop his rough onslaught on your poor body or begging for more as his hips collided violently between the juncture of your thighs. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed along the hall, your passionate cries and his low groans forever imprinted on your mind. Your legs grew tired, falling lax on either side of him, unable to keep up with his vigorous pace.
He used you like nothing more than a cocksleeve, molding the shape of his cock in your tight pussy, his sac slapping lewdly against your ass.
It became too much.
Your mind went blank when the knot in your belly finally snapped, letting out a scream of completion when intense heat spread throughout your shaking body. Your vaginal walls gripped him tightly, trying to milk him for all his worth, the sudden tightness forcing a growl to emerge from him. Tears escaped you, the painful pleasure driving you mad in his embrace.
White lights danced behind your eyelids, your orgasm turning you into a puddled mess of ecstasy even as he continued to ravage you.
The last thing you felt before closing your eyes in exhaustion was a scorching heat filling your insides, calloused fingers rubbing the bump in your tummy in wonder.
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plot: while exploring the town, you find yourself incapacitated in the worst possible position — themes: warning for non con, dark smut, gender neutral reader, size difference, monster fucking, horror, gender neutral smut — w.c: 700ish
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You were incapacitated.
Trapped in between the barely pried open iron bars, providing just big enough of a gap for your upper body to squeeze through and then… stall. In a way, it was humiliating, but in another sense, it was also terrifying because existing within the town as a whole was a death sentence in its own right. From one little miscalculation—you had potentially doomed yourself.
You tried to dislodge yourself again but the bars were too narrowly placed and you couldn’t push or pull yourself neither back nor forth and in doing so, you only found yourself more stuck than before. Panic quickly swept through your being in violent waves, abandoning all sense of rationality in favour of a hurried escape but nothing was working—but then finally, you heard it—the all too familiar scrape of metal, the thud of staggering footsteps—oh no, no, no… he was here.
You turned your head slightly back to just about catch a glimpse of him filling out the doorway, blocking all gaps of light that otherwise cut into the cell. In an attempt to avoid your flesh likely meeting the blade, you strove to push yourself forward, to at least nullify his efforts to strike you down… but then something else followed suit.
You froze as you felt his calloused hands brush around the soft contours of your exposed flesh; his fingers breaching the torn fabric and tearing away the cloth from the skin, readily exposing you to him. You remained statued in place as you feared for the worst, unable to quite comprehend what he was actually doing to you; almost delicately feeling you up—pushing—spreading your legs apart, ripping away at anything that acted as a barrier between you and him.
You tensed as you quickly understood what was following suit; feeling the tip of something very obvious poke against your most vulnerable parts. You writhed around and squirmed under his grip like a fish out of water, only to remain caught and hooked in his presence, feeling him drive into you in a near hungry pursuit. You gritted your teeth as you felt him force himself inside of you, feeling overwhelmed by his monstrous length that completely filled you out to the brim.
With shuddering, quaking cries, you softly wept as he continued to take in his brutal girth, feeling his cock slide in and out of your insides and stretch you out beyond a recoverable limit. With an unforgiving pace, Pyramid Head continued to hilt himself into your core, feverishly bucking into your body as a radiating, almost scalding pain akin to searing agony settled within the confines of your form. Of course however, he showed you no mercy, pounding into you with a near primal fervour; his hips slamming against your behind with each sawing motion.
Somehow, he grew needier as he continued to violate you—his fingernails digging bleeding crescents into the soft peaks of your ass, kneading against the cushioned skin and spreading you open as far as you could physically handle. It was as if he was trying to force you to accommodate the entire capacity of his impossible length, taking advantage of the limiting position, knowing that you couldn’t just pull yourself away.
Nearing his impending climax; his movements soon became more erratic and maybe even sloppy. He leaned his towering form closer wherever he could press against your bare back—causing the iron bars to crack open further—growling out heated breaths that rolled hot down your spine. Each passing thrust caused for you to shake, prompting you to involuntarily roll your eyes to the back of your head and perhaps even see stars from just how overwhelming it all truly was.
Just as you were about to pass out however, the monster finally came undone with one final violent rut of his stuttering hips. You gasped as you felt a stream of hot oozing warmth fill your senses to such an extent that your stomach nearly bulged from his pent up release.
Thinking it was all over, you tried to close your eyes to recover—but then you were promptly taken out of the cell, readily carried around like a rag doll, to be used and paraded around per each of his passing whims.
In a way you were thankful that he wasn’t going to end you outright.
But then you realised what your life was about to become and that much had otherwise terrified you.
Not quite a mercy after all and worse yet, rather a sentence in the hell you found yourself in.
Summary: In a town of punishment and suffering, you are the only one who walks beside Pyramid Head without fear.
Silent Hill had never known love.
It was a place of torment and suffering. It twisted souls into monsters and forced them to relive their worst sins.
But you?
You were different.
Because you had been chosen.
The others feared Pyramid Head. They spoke of him in hushed voices, whispered of the executioner who brought judgment upon the damned.
But you had never feared him.
You had met him in the fog, seen him standing over you like a sentinel, cutting down the horrors that wanted to claim you. You had felt the weight of his hand against your back, his fingers curling around your wrist, not to hurt you, he would never hurt you, but rather to hold you.
He was a monster, they said. A being of violence.
But they had never seen the way he shielded you with his body when the town shifted when rusted walls closed in and the world trembled. When the nightmares came out.
They had never felt the way he pulled you close, the way his massive hands guided you through the darkness, keeping you safe.
He had been a man, once.
You knew it in the way he touched you. Careful. Purposeful.
There was a soul beneath the steel and silence, one that had chosen you in a place where nothing was meant to be kept.
And Silent Hill hated it. The monsters did. Their jealousy and fury manifest in the most terrible ways.
They had tried to take you.
They had whispered in your mind, trying to pull you away from him. But every time, Pyramid Head had found you.
He destroyed anything that tried to take you.
And as you stood in the ruins of what had once been a church, the air thick with the scent of blood and rust, you made your choice.
You turned to him, lifting your hands to press them against his bloodstained chest.
His breathing was slow, deep.
He did not move. But you felt him watching you.
“I am yours,” you whispered.
The air shifted. The town screamed.
Pyramid Head’s hands came to rest against your back, pulling you against him, his grip firm.
His hold was unbreakable, a vow stronger than any words.
Silent Hill would never understand what you were to him.
But it did not matter.
Because you were his.
And nothing would take you from him.
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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: monster fucking (look at him and his monster cock and tell me), light fem-dom, switch!pyramid head, size kink, monster size cock and balls, pain kink, pyramid head is kind of sadistic but realizes he could break you so he shows restraint, taunting/teasing, wall sex, mating press, cervix fucking, cream pie, finger in the ass, hints at a second round, light degradation, he talks a little bit
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: heyyyyy, Pyramid head hardcore smut?👀👀👀
@lov3rbody his hands in this gif the things it's doing to me
Gliding the tip of his massive cock head along your slit. Nudging your clit, on the thick, soft ridge of his head. He’s painfully head, his tip flushing red, thick white pre-cum oozing out.
Lining him up, bracing yourself, he’s too big but you wanna ride him anyway. “You’re doing so good for me.” He whines, barely placated by your words. Squeezing your hips, wanting to indulge in the wet, hot pleasure your cunt gives his aching cock.
Sinking your hips down, your sloppy cunt struggle to stretch for him. Gliding his tip in, clenching, getting off on the pleasurable painful burn of being split wide open. “Fuuuccck!” He massive, muscular body trembles beneath you.
Pyramid Head raspy moan go straight to your cunt. Shallowing bouncing your hips, you can feel the ridge of his head tugging your cunt. He’s too big to slip out with ease and it’s making you wetter. Having such a massive cock to play with your cunt.
Pulling your hip down in time with his rough thrust. Panicking your cunt is about to break from his thick, hard cock going deeper. You’re impossibly full, his cock head hitting your cervix making your mind go blank.
He will fuck you into a mindless cock sleeve and make your sloppy cunt gap with his cum dripping. Despite how much you want it, you cry loudly, running from his cock.
There's a rumble akin to a growl. He quickly ruts up, Shoving every painfully hard, throbbing veiny inch into you. Grabbing his hard biceps, digging your nails in, whining. "Too much."
There is a rasp from lack of use which is fading more demands he makes. To where he can sound utterly patronizing, “Cry, louder.” Taking delight at hearing your pained cries as you struggle to handle his cock.
Clenching his throbbing, veiny cock, shifting your hips. There's a puffy vein rubbing your sweet spot. Lifting your hips, gliding your sloppy cunt on his veiny cock. Your thighs trembling,
Leaning down, softly kissing his hard pec. Dragging your nails down his abs, rolling your hips slowly. Pyramid Heads's massive, muscular body quivers. His deeply defined and scarred abs clenching.
He lets you go, grabbing your headboard behind him, and crushing it quickly. The veins on the arm momentarily bulging. You're getting off on overwhelming him with a gentle rock of your hips. Lightly gliding a couple thick, veiny inches out.
There's a pleasurable painful jolt when his head rubs your cervix. Your toes curl, clenching his waist with your thighs. Crooning, “Nnn fuck me your cock is too fat," Grabbing your waist, standing up, quickly shoving you against the closest wall.
Pinning your legs back by your side. Leaving you powerless, trapped to a wall with Pramind Head looming over you. Unaware of how he sees, yet determined he is watching your cunt take his cock.
He pauses with half his head in, slowly rolling his hips forward. You can't squirm with his massive hands pinning your legs to the wall. "It's only half." Trying to glare up at him he roughly rocks forward.
You cry loudly, scratching his chest. Pumping his hips, slowly picking up speed with every other thrust. You can't run away, and you can't decide if it's more pleasurable or painful to have his large head threatening to push past your cervix.
Could he? With as much strength he has and how big cock is Pyramind Head might be able to.
"Nnng annn fuck!" His loud raspy groans make your cunt flutter around his veiny cock. Sliding your hands up his large pecs, over his broad shoulder. Digging your nails into his thick arms, biting your lip when he flexes.
You hold back your moan for mere seconds before he catches on. Keeping a steady, quick pace whilst fucking into you harder, bruises your cervix. Your body tenses, and you can't fully process the intensity of the pleasure just barely overlapping the sweet pain.
Your toes curl and your eyes blur with tears. The moment one slips down your cheeks, he has his hand around your neck. Taking you off the wall, fucking you roughly on his cock like a toy. Using his firm grasp on your neck and hip, your stomach bulges with every hard thrust.
"Take it little slut." You shouldn't have shown him some of your good porn. Hearing his raspy voice calling you, "My pretty cock-whore." is too much. You're cumming on his cock. Your body tingles with intense bliss.
Your spasming cunt, soaking his veiny cock, pushes him over the edge. Thick warm cum shots from his cock, in short, quick bursts you can feel hitting your cunt. When he isn't balls deep.
A couple more pumps and he pulls out whining in overstimulation. Laying you down on the bed. Where you lay in pleasurable bliss, trying to catch your breath. Admiring Pyramind Head looming over you, breathing heavily. His cock still hard dripping cum.
Closing your legs, he grunts pushing them open. Spreading your lips apart, stuffing his thick cum as he drips out. Clenching his fingers, moaning, rocking your hips when he brushes your sweet spot.
He grabs his cock, slipping his fingers out and flipping you over. Spreading your cheeks apart, smearing a slicked-up finger on your asshole. "More?" Gliding his thick finger in, whilst splitting your sloppy cum filled cunt open with his veiny fat cock.
is an intentional romantic. ced doesn’t date casually—if he asks you out, it means he’s genuinely interested in you
always asks if you’re comfortable. he knows everyone has boundaries, and he's super respectful about it!!!
waits outside your classroom just to walk you to your next one
compliments with genuine thought
"there’s this look you get when you talk about [interest]… it’s really lovely. you should smile like that more :)"
likes seeing your name next to his; it's all over the margins of his textbooks
he's sappy.
seeks you out first after a match, win or lose
pulls you into the kind of hug that lifts you off the ground a little the moment he gets off his broom
asks how you thought he did first
BUT not in a fishing-for-praise way—he just cares what you think!
is very, VERY big on pda
constant hand-holding! but always gentle, like he’s asking permission with each brush of his fingers
kisses your forehead with so much love
braids flowers into your hair.. clumsily
but he's focused, with his tongue poking out in concentration and everything!
+ the eyes never lie chico
always carries extra gloves or a scarf for you during winter
whispers ‘i love you’ when he thinks you’re asleep
which he does it so soft and honestly, his voice barely above a breath, like a secret just for you
takes you out to dates that are never loud or overdone, but always sweet and personal!
..such as charming lanterns for a picnic near the black lake or stargazing with you after a hogsmeade trip <3
remembers EVERY. SINGLE. THING.
anniversaries, inside jokes, how you like your tea, the exact amount of jam you like to put on your bread, details from the stories about your vacation, you name it
..or the way you looked at him the first time he knew he was falling for you <3
writes you little notes and folds them into origami figures
overall isn’t loud about love—but is always present. he doesn't need everyone to know you’re his—he just needs you to know it 🫶🏼
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nsfw headcanons and kinks of harry potter characters
ft. harry, ron, cedric, fred, george, draco, blaise, theodore, tom, hermione, pansy
a/n: well there is obviously a lot of SMUT, also it's a female reader
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⤷ Harry - lingerie
harry for sure loves when you wear some nice pair of lingerie, he finds it so hot when the nice lace hugs your body so perfectly. every time when he's out, he looks for some new pair of lingerie that he would buy you. oh yeah he buys you every single pair but one time, you surprised him on his b-day with red pair of lingerie (like gryffindor theme lingerie) and he was hard within seconds.
"oh- oh my fucking god, you look amazing sweetheart. do a spin for me please- slowly, i wanna see how pretty you look in this" harry hummed while he sat on his bed with you slowly turning in front of him. he could feel his hard dick pressing against his pants, pre-cum already making his boxers dirty. he brushed his hand over his erection before he hummed again. "come closer baby, i wanna touch you..."
⤷ Ron - body worship
ron was very unexperienced at the start, you were basically his first everything, first girlfriend, first kiss, first lover. so when was the first time you two had sex, he was just so mesmerized by your whole body that he had to watch himself for not cumming into his pants just from the sight of your naked body. you are gorgeous in his eyes, more than that! from that time it kinda sticked with him, every time you two have sex now, he has to worship you before anything, he wants you to know how beautiful you are on his eyes...
you could feel ron's hands tracing soft patterns over your sides while his eyes were glued to your boobs. "bloody hell, baby you are so beautiful.. " he mumbled while he moved his big palms over your boobs, squeezing them lightly. "i can't belive how lucky i'm to have you, now let me make you feel good." he added before he took off your panties and kissed his way down to your pretty cunt.
⤷ Cedric - praise kink
cedric is overall very vocal when you two have sex, he either growls, hums, groans, breaths heavily or he's mumbling praises to you. he really cannot help himself when he sees you all spread under him; your legs wrapped around him, your hands scratching his back while he holds your hips and is thrusting into you, mercilessly. he always makes sure that you can hear him properly so he usually leans closer to you, brushing his lips over your ear in soft kisses, whispering praise right into your ear.
"you're doing so good princess, taking all of me like this..." he whispers into your ear, his hips are crushing against yours, his dick hitting every right spot while you're a moaning mess under him. "you feel so good, i can't get enough of you, my sweet girl.." he groans again into your ear while his tempo isn't slowing down.
⤷ Fred - public sex
fred is thrilled with the idea of getting caught, it's the adrenaline and the possessivness from him screaming, i mean he wants people to know that you're his, that you chose him and that only HE makes you feel this good. so you two usually have sex somewhere around hogwarts. empty classroom, broom closet, empty gryffindor common room, bathroom, you name it.
"shh baby, be quiet you don't want anybody to catch us, do you?" he smirks while he has you seated on a desk in empty potion class. both of you are skipping class so it's pretty quiet outside on the hallways, anyone who will walk past can hear you. he doesn't care how loud you are because he doesn't care if you two get caught, he just wants to tease you. even tho you try to be quiet, you can't help yourself and moan again. "naughty girl yeah, let everybody know how good i make you feel..."
⤷ George - orgasm denial
george loves the face you make when he pushes you to the edge but just seconds before you're about to cum, he slows down his moves or stops completely, kissing your skin instead. he also loves teasing you but the way you get all pouty and squeeze around him when he denies you your orgasm is just something he can never get tired of. but eventually he'll let you cum and it's always the best orgasm ever.
he was thrusting into you in the perfect rhythm when you felt the familiar knot forming inside your belly, but just when the knot was about to release, he stopped. instead he immediately pressed his lips against your chest, kissing you around your boobs. "i know baby, i know... i'll give you what you want but god- when you squeeze around me like this, i can't help myself."
⤷ Draco - daddy kink
draco has big daddy issues so many of you could say that he'd hate being called daddy but he actually loves it. it makes him feel good, powerful and in control which he never was while being back home so... when you started calling him like this, he didn't let you stop. he sees you as his blessing and he wants to protect you with everything he has, like a good daddy should protect his precious baby.
"you're such a good girl for daddy, princess..." draco huffed while he was buried deep inside you. his hands were pressing your knees to your chest which made you ass go little up, letting him hit the perfect spot inside you. "yes, tell me who's your daddy? mhmf-..." he continues while you're mumbling under him. he loves when those sweet words leave your pretty mouth, it almost always makes him cum in seconds.
⤷ Blaise - bondage
blaise loves seeing how your flesh presses under the bondage, making your thighs and boobs look even more soft and squishy than they already are. he either bondages your whole body or only ankles and wrists so you can't move, but he loves both equaly. he always takes his time when he's wrapping the rope around your body but he also always makes sure that everything he does is comfortable to you, it could be dangerous for you and he doesn't wanna hurt you.
"you feelin' good, babe?" he speaks while his long fingers are brushing over your inner thighs, his eyes basically glued to the plush of them. he could feel his hard dick twitching in his boxers, leaving a small wet mark over the fabric so he quickly strokes himself before he continues. "you look so pretty like this, all just for me... take a deep breath, babe, just like this..."
⤷ Theodore - deep throat
there is nothing more theo loves more than when you are on your knees, your glassy looking up at him with tears falling down your cheeks while he hears how you are gagging on his dick. he doesn't care if you have good or bad gagging reflex, you can take it for him. if it's very serious and you just have to take a quick pause, he'll let you rest for like 30s before pushing you down on his dick again, this time little deeper than before. and when you let him cum into your mouth, you got yourself "bonus" orgasm.
"ngh- fuck baby-... your tongue feels so good around me, mhmm..." he hums while his head falls down between his shoulder blades with his fingers being tangled in your hair, pushing your head lower on his dick. his groans and moans are non-stopping while he can feel himself getting closer and closer. when he looks down at you and sees your pretty, bambi eyes already staring at him, he can feel himself cum. "oh dio-... now swallow for me, amore."
⤷ Tom - choking
choking makes feel tom in control, in control of your life while he brings you the best pleasure of your life. he can feel your pulse point under his thumb while you make this incredibly fuckable face, it drives him wild and incredibly horny. he can feel your heartbeat while he also makes you feel so good, it makes him feel powerful and he's hungry for power, any kind of power. but he'd never let you pass out, that's a big no for him.
he thrusted inside and out of you, mercilessly, while he had his hand firmly wrapped around you neck, perfectly feeling how was your heart beating through your pulse point. "oh are you about to cum? yeah, cum for me, my love..." he growled when his grip got tighter, making your eyes close in pleasure. you were still moaning under him which made him go little faster. with all of this, he came as well.
⤷ Hermione - thigh riding
hermione loves when she can multitask, it's somehow comforting to her. so one time when you found her in the library, learning for some up coming test, writing into her books; you sat on her thigh, wanting to distract her, she was hooked. she loved the feeling of you on her thigh, pleasuring yourself while she could write some notes into her textbook. from that time, she loved it and she often pulls you onto her lap with her thigh in perfect position for your pussy.
she wrote the last words into her book before her hands grabbed your hips, making you move faster, making your pussy spread over her thigh. "mhm you feel good like this? yes, you do? oh i know... come on, little faster." she mumbled into your ear, kissing you all the way down to your neck while her nails dug into your soft hips making you moan.
⤷ Pansy - face-sitting
pansy is literally obsessed with your pussy and all the noises you make when her tongue is buried deep inside you. she loves to explore all your folds because every time her tongue presses against a new spot, you squeeze your thighs around her head which makes her rub her thighs against each other. her eyes are glued on you the whole time while she presses her nose against your clit.
"mhmh come on-..." she quickly mumbles before she pushes your hips more onto her mouth while her tongue pushes deep inside you. her hands helped your hips slowly move back and forth while her tongue was licking each of your folds, swallowing each of your juice that she got on her tongue. your moans filled her ears and she could see you were getting closer which made her tongue work even faster.
✮ stepdaddy!toji can't get enough of you. cw: stepcest
stepdaddy!toji didn't plan on getting married at all. he had zero desire to deal with responsibility and all that bullshit, but he figured his kid needed a mother figure. so he met a woman who worked in some boring office, no spark or passion happened, and he didn't even expect it. he just wanted to make sure his boy didn't grow up lonely.
stepdaddy!toji who didn't even blink when she said she had a daughter but would do whatever it took to make sure you wouldn't cause a problem, 'cause apparently you were a total brat who rebelled against her on purpose and all that shit. he just grunted and nodded, thinking you were the same age as his son.
stepdaddy!toji didn't even set eyes on you until he and your mom got hitched, 'cause you kept running away from home and this time your mom just kicked you out. when you guys first met, you were wearing these crazy short lounge shorts with your hair all messy. well, you were way older than his son. you licked your ice cream and looked at him with those doe eyes. "so, you're my new daddy now?" he checked you out from head to toe, letting his gaze linger on those hips. "guess so. and did you have a lot of new ones?" "enough to know you won't last long here." well, that did something to his cock.
stepdaddy!toji saw with his own eyes that you weren't some bratty, hopeless kid like your mom described. you just didn't agree with her and tried to prove her wrong, and she got pissed every single time, telling you she wasted her youth on you. he just cut the argument short, stroking your hair and telling your mom to stop being such a bitch.
stepdaddy!toji couldn't tear his eyes away when you walked around the house in just panties and a sheer white top after another fight just to spite your mom, with your nipples peeking through. you never gave any blunt hints, but the way you stared at his biceps every time he reached for the salt on the table, or at his huge cock when he wore gray sweatpants, spoke for itself.
stepdaddy!toji walked into your room one day while you were out to swipe your panties and sniff 'em while he jerked off, but he found something way more interesting. your laptop stayed open with a chat with your friend on the screen. he was just about to blow it off when he saw his name.
→ idk girl, it sounds gross but if you saw him you'd wanna fuck him too
i mean, you got a shitty mom who's been terrorizing you since you were a kid, he didn't raise you, he didn't change your diapers, so why the hell not? if the dick's worth it lol ←
→ it's huge, i'm sure he'd just rip me apart. i have to imagine him instead of my dildo, though he's definitely like three times bigger
stepdaddy!toji decides to shower with you the next morning, making you let out a scream. "what are you doing in here?" and you try to cover yourself up, but he just laughs. "giving you exactly what you want." he starts stripping and you stare at his massive biceps, his rock-solid chest and abs, then your eyes trail down and see the happy trail leading to a huge, hang-hard cock that was already standing tall. your mouth hung open while he sat down on the edge. "get over here, baby." one second you stopped hiding yourself, and the next you were bouncing on his cock, and he was deep inside you, ripping you apart.
his hands are glued to your ass, guiding your rhythm, squeezing and spreading you open on his cock. every time you slide down, you feel him hit that spot deep inside. "nngh! yes! yes! so good—" he leans forward and captures your nipple between his lips, suckling hard, his tongue flicking across the sensitive peak. "you were made to take my cock." you gasp when he bites down gently, then soothes the ache with his tongue. "mmnn— my little girl’s got the sweetest tits, huh? gonna suck 'em dry." your hips start to slow — you're exhausted, your muscles screaming — but he won't let you stop. his hands grip your waist and start bouncing you on his cock, fucking up into you with brutal precision. your head falls back, mouth open, letting out a long, guttural moan. "you like that, baby? you like your daddy using you like this?" "yes! yes— please nngh! don't stop—" "that's it, baby. cum for daddy. cum all over my cock."
stepdaddy!toji gets addicted to you right away. he turns fucking you every morning into a tradition. he's already hard when he pushes your door open, already stroking himself through his boxers by the time he's kneeling on the mattress, dragging the sheets off your sleeping body. "mornin', little girl." you stir, blinking up at him. his cock is already out, thick and heavy, the head brushing against your thigh. "...it's so early..." "shhh." he pulls your panties down your legs. "daddy needs his breakfast." he rolls you onto your stomach first, because he likes watching the way your back arches when he pushes inside from behind. his chest presses against your spine, his mouth at your ear. "been dreamin' about this pussy all night, baby. you know that? can't sleep proper without knowin' i'm gonna be inside you the second i wake up." "nngh! daddy—! so good..."
stepdaddy!toji uses your tits like a pacifier. it started as something innocent — him suckling gently while you watched tv — but now it's a full-blown ritual. his hands find your shirt, push it up. your bra follows. he groans the second your nipples are bare, leaning down to take one into his mouth. "toji—" "shhh." he sucks hard, tongue circling the sensitive peak. "just let daddy have this."
his eyes are half-closed. he is latched on, suckling slow and steady. his hand cups your other breast, thumb stroking over the nipple. "one day," he murmurs against your skin, "gonna put a baby in you. gonna fill you up so good. and then these tits..." he takes the nipple between his teeth, tugs gently. "gonna be full of milk for me. gonna drink it straight from the source, baby." you whimper, and he suckles harder, his hand sliding down between your legs. "and you'll let me, won't you? let daddy drink it whenever he wants. let me fall asleep right here, with your nipple in my mouth and my cum drippin' out of your tight little pussy." he does fall asleep like that, sometimes. your nipple still between his lips, your hand stroking his hair. and when he wakes up in the middle of the night, hard and aching, he slides inside you without a word, still half-asleep, still sucking your breast.
stepdaddy!toji loves making you squirt just to prove he is way better than guys your own age. he's on his knees between your legs, and he's been down there for god knows how long. your thighs are shaking, you're soaked, and he shows no signs of stopping. "i know you got it in you, baby." his fingers curl inside you, pressing against your front wall. "give it to daddy. give me that." "daddy, i can't—mnngh! i can't, it's too much—" "you can. you will." his mouth closes over your clit, sucks hard while his fingers pump faster. "c'mon, my baby. let go for me. let me see it." your body locks up. every muscle goes tight. and then it releases — a gush of fluid that soaks his hand, his chin, the towel he'd laid down beneath you. "there she is. there's my good fuckin' girl." he doesn't stop. he keeps fingering you through it, keeps sucking your clit until you're screaming, until you're pushing at his head because you can't take anymore. "one more, little girl. give me one more."
stepdaddy!toji who treats your pussy like a living thing. he talks to it, kisses it, worships it. he pushes your thighs up to your chest and groans at the sight of you. "mm, she's wet for me. of course she is. she knows who she belongs to." "look at my girl. missed me, didn't she?" he's talking to your pussy, and he means it. he leans in, presses his open mouth against your folds like a kiss. "fuck, i missed you too, pretty girl." he makes out with it. that's the only way to describe it — his tongue sliding between your lips, pressing inside, then pulling out to suck your clit into his mouth. "daddy's girl's got the sweetest fuckin' pussy in the world. you know that?" he presses his nose against your clit, inhales deep. "can't get enough." "ha— mmnh!!— daddy! i'm gonna—!" "come in my mouth, baby." you cum again from his tongue alone, and he moans through it, smiling against your pussy. when you try to pull away from the oversensitivity, he grabs your hips and yanks you back. "i'm not done. daddy's never done with this pretty pussy."
stepdaddy!toji doesn't give a fuck if someone can catch you guys, if he wanted to fuck you, nothing was gonna stop him. "someone will see—" "let 'em." he pulls you over the center console, guides you onto his lap. your back presses against his chest, the steering wheel digging into your knees. his cock slides into you from behind, and you choke on a moan. "shhh, baby. gotta be quiet." but he's already thrusting up into you, one hand on your hip, the other wrapped around your throat. "look how good you take my cock." a woman walks past with a shopping cart. you freeze, but he keeps moving, keeps fucking up into you slow and deep. "look at her. she got no idea you're gettin' stuffed full of my cock right now." "fuck— daddy! —nngh!" "that's it. let 'em hear. let 'em know who you belong to." sunlight floods the car, and anyone glancing over would see two silhouettes. he comes inside you with a grunt, holding your hips down, filling you up while a minivan parks three spaces away.
stepdaddy!toji who tells your mom he needs to spend more time with you to get to know his stepdaughter better, so he heads to the mall with you. he fucks you in the first dressing room he finds. you're on his lap, your back against his chest, the flimsy curtain doing nothing to muffle your sounds. his cock is buried deep, and he's holding you still while the saleslady asks through the curtain if everything fits okay. "just fine," he calls out, voice steady. his hips thrust up. "my girl's just trying things on." you bite your lip so hard you taste blood. his hand covers your mouth. "shhh, my baby. don't wanna get caught, do you?" but he's fucking up into you harder, faster. the cheap stool beneath you creaks. "nngh! mmn—!" "what was that?" he pulls his hand away. "you got something to say, little girl?" "daddy! — fuck... i'm gonna!—" "gonna come? right here? with your mama thinkin' we're just havin' a nice afternoon?" you nod frantically, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "then do it, baby. come on daddy's cock. let 'em all hear who makes you feel this good." you come with a broken cry, and he follows right after.
stepdaddy!toji finally gets to fuck you everywhere after the divorce, without hiding or trying to muffle your sweet sounds. he bends you over the thick upholstered arm, your toes barely touching the floor, ass arched high. he pushes in slow, watching his cock disappear into your tight little pussy inch by inch. the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy fills the room. "you hear that, baby? listen to how wet you are for me. this pussy knows who it belongs to, doesn't it?" "y-yes, daddy! it's you— ah!— all yours!" or when he folds you in half, knees pressed against your shoulders, your ankles hooked over his biceps. he looms over you, watching his own cock slide in and out of your gaping hole. he fucks you deep and slow, grinding his pelvis against your clit with every thrust until you're a writhing mess beneath him. "look at you little girl, taking every inch. you love being stuffed full of this cock, don't you?" "yes! daddy— mmnh!— yes, i love it, i love it!"
stepdaddy!toji who loves it when you warm up his dick. he's sitting on the couch, watching tv, and you're in his lap, facing him, his cock buried deep inside your pussy. you're both fully dressed except for where your panties are pushed aside and his zipper is down. "just sit still, little girl. keep me warm." you try to stay quiet, but every small movement makes you clench around him, and you can feel him twitch inside you. your thighs are shaking, your pussy pulsing, and you're so wet you can feel yourself dripping down onto his lap. "please— i need you to move—" you can feel him twitch inside you, feel him get harder even though he's not moving. his thumb traces lazy circles on your hip. "one day," he murmurs, "gonna keep you on my cock all day long. gonna carry you around the house like this. make you breakfast with my dick still buried in you." you clench around him involuntarily, and he groans. "fuck, yeah. squeeze daddy just like that."
stepdaddy!toji who couldn't see you for a whole week because of all the divorce drama. and when you finally show up at his place, he doesn't even take your clothes off all the way. just pushes your skirt up, rips your panties aside, and sinks into you with a groan that sounds like relief. "fuck! fuck— i needed this. i needed you, baby." your back hits the wall, your legs wrap around his waist. he's holding you up, fucking you standing, your weight suspended on his cock. "never again. never gonna go a week without this pussy again. you hear me?" "yes— mmh! daddy— yes!" "now i can have you whenever i want. wherever i want." he carries you across the room, still inside you, fucks you against every surface he can reach. the counter. the couch. the floor. "gonna make up for lost time. gonna spend the whole weekend buried inside my little girl."
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All the different ways Toji disciplines you when you’ve pissed him off:
1. Spanking: Bent over his lap, ass up, with his massive hand slapping until your skin is burning red and you’re kicking your legs like a brat.
2. Edging: He’ll finger you, eat you out, or fuck you right to the edge for hours, then pull out or stop the second you’re about to cum.
3. Face-fucking: On your knees with your hands pinned behind your back while he uses your throat. He loves the way your eyes water and how you gag around his thick cock when he hits the back of your throat.
His absolute favorite, though? Making you ride him until your legs completely give out.
Toji leans back against the headboard, cock buried deep inside you, hands lazily resting on your hips without helping. That smug smirk is plastered on his face while you bounce on him. “C’mon baby,” he drawls, “you were running that mouth so much earlier. Keep it movin’. Don’t stop just ‘cause your legs are shaking.”
You whine, hands braced on his broad chest, sweat dripping down your back as you try to keep riding him. “B-but Tojiiii… I’m so fucking tired. My legs hurt…”
He laughs at you, “Aww, princess. Your legs hurt?” one hand sliding up to pinch your nipple hard enough to make you squeak. “Shoulda thought about that before you were eye-fucking Sukuna’s abs like you don’t got me? All I asked for was the truth and you decided to lie to my face.”
You whimper, nails digging into his chest as your legs tremble violently. Every time you sink down, his fat tip kisses the end of your wet cunt. “Toji—please,” you whine, trying to grind instead of bounce, anything to give your burning thighs a break. “I’m sorry, okay? I wasn’t—fuck—I wasn’t staring like that…”
He laughs as both hands grip your hips now, but he still doesn’t help forcing you to do all the work. “Bullshit. You were lookin’. And you lied about it. So now you’re gonna keep bouncing on this dick until I’m satisfied.” He bucks up once, making you cry out. “Keep. It. Movin’.”
Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely lift yourself anymore. You slump forward, pressing your sweaty forehead to his collarbone, hips still weakly circling.
His cock throbs inside you as your rhythm gets sloppy. He shakes his head in disappointment at you, “Tch, faster. Don’t make me do all the work after you pissed me off.”
You sob out a moan and obey, forcing your burning muscles to keep moving. “Please…I can’t—my legs are done, Ji, m’sorry—”
He laughs mockingly as his grip on your hips tightens and he starts thrusting up into you, tits bouncing as your ass slaps his thighs. The shift from you doing all the work to him using you like a toy is dizzying.
You cry out, burying your face in his neck as he fucks you senseless. “This is what you get for lying,” he growls against your ear, “Next time you stare at another man, I won’t be so nice.” He punctuates the threat by slamming you down on his cock and grinding deep.
You glare down at him through teary eyes, “You’re such a fucking hypocrite,” you pant, trying to sound tough even while your whining on his cock, “Next time I catch you staring at some random woman’s ass or tits, I swear I’ll—”
He shuts you up by pulling you down closer by the hip, forcing you to take every inch. His voice is sickeningly sweet, dripping with mocking affection as he coos at you. “Uh-uh. None of that, sweetheart. Because unlike you, I don’t stare. I have eyes for you and only you. This dick only gets hard for this pretty pussy right here.”
You try to look away as he thrusts into you harder, wet slick sliding down your thighs onto his. “Y-you look sometimes, I know you do—”
“Nah. You’re imagining things, princess. Eyes only for you.” He picks up the pace, fucking you harder as your tits bounce with every thrust.“Why would I look anywhere else when I’ve got my own needy girl bouncing on me like this, hm?”
You try to argue again but it comes out a moan as your slick drips down his cock. “What was that? Sorry I didn’t catch that, baby,” he continues in that mocking tone, “I could just keep doing this. Make you ride me again right after you cum. And again. And again. Until those pretty legs are shaking so bad you can’t even think about accusing me of shit.”
You’re a mess on top of him, babbling apologies and whimpers as you try not to come so hard. He keeps fucking you through it, and when you finally start to calm down, whimpering and oversensitive, he presses a mocking little kiss to your forehead. “Aw, don’t cry, baby. We’re nowhere near done. You still gotta keep riding this dick and maybe then I’ll consider forgiving you for being such a pretty little liar.”
