#stepdad

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Dolly Parton has come to do a show in my town. We couldn't afford tickets, so me and my mom sold my stepdad so we could go.

It turned out that we sold him to Dolly Parton, she made him sing with her and then she gave him back.

#dream #dolly parton #mom #stepdad #family #mother #singing #concert

[cupidscrule]

BUNNY TRAP

Stepdad!Leon X Fem!Reader

Cw - p in v, daughter chasing after dad, stepcest, noncon(?) Unprotected

WRD- 1.5k

You always knew your dad was hot, total babe back in the 2000's ever since you were a kid your friends always gushed over him, and it was fair, always thought it was gross though. Like he's YOUR dad, stepdad yeah but he still raised you, sure he had a cute face, big arms, his pornstar tits were an add on. But he was Dad, nothin' more, But fuck the way he cups your cheek when your sad, hugs you, gives you that awkward Dad kiss. Just makes you yearn for him, which is wrong you know it's wrong but it's like that itch.

Your friends are always tellin' you how lucky you are, not only is Dad hot, he's nice y'know? Real good dad, picks you up everyday, gets you real nice things. Best guy honestly can see why Mom picked him!

"Hi kiddo, you wanted to check out that new place-?" Dad said opening your bedroom door, stupid fucken smile on his dumb hot face

'bury your face in my tits'

"Oh no -! It's okay- really I'm real tired"

'fuck me till I can't breathe'

"Huh- alright, come down soon dinners gonna be ready, and sorry Moms not home yet she said she'd be here in a few weeks 'k?"

'i wanna scream your name'

"Oh it's alright, and of course dad!"

With that he left, shutting the door halfway, dick move but it probably wasn't on purpose, the smell of his colone in the room, only imagining Dad stuff you up. God your disgusting, this is dad. Fourth something year old DAD, since when did you have these thoughts about him, as a kid sure you always thought he was cute 'ohhb I would totally date someone as big and strong as my Daddy!'

But it was LIKE, not actually him. But you can't stop thinkin' about him, wanting Dad to shove your face in the mattress pull on your hair, do the shit they do in pornos. Nasty thoughts, feeling gross and hot imagining all the shit you wanna do with the poor guy, as he just stood there not knowin' thinking your his innocent little daughter who could do no wrong! Oh no she would never have sex before marriage! Oh no my little girl doesn't even cuss!

Yeah right Dad, mhm. Actin' like in middle school my friends weren't blushing over you, whenever you walked in.

Fucken idiot, your little girls not pure, she's not good. She ain't innocent, hell she fantasizes about fucken you every day. It doesn't matter, nothings ever gonna come of this right? Just walk downstairs, eat dinner with dad and go back in your room and sleep it off.

"Sweetiee you finnaly came, how was your day?" Dad says sitting across from you, he didn't even cook. Fucken liar this was clearly some bullshit from a 4 star restaurant he just put on a plate. "Oh it's fine, nothin' much." You say staring at the table, trying to distract yourself from him, how he smells, how he sits, how he opens his mouth, the way he moves his bangs out of his dumb face, his breath. The intoxicating feeling of just bein' near him now.

"Are you okay?"

"Why'd you ask that? You know I'm always fine-" you say in response, playing with your fingers, avoiding his gaze. God feels like a crush in primary school, messin' up words and giggling to your friends about the fastest guy. "You just don't seem like yourselfer Hun, you can always talk to me you know that?" He says, feeling his eyes on you, not in a creepy way more an endearing way which somehow made your entire situation worse. "yeah- I know, don't worry it's fine!" You mumble, lookin' up at him, god he really was dreamy, just wanting him to- NO no more fantasy's.

You finish up, so does he. He just gives you that concerned Dad look before you get up and run back up the stairs like a bitch and lock yourself in your room, typing into Google

'how to stop liking your dad'

'is it normal to have a crush on your dad'

'is it illegal to fuck your step dad'

Jesus Christ your search history, just laying on your side in your bed. Thighs squeezed together tryna' stop thinking about dad, you've seen him shirtless before. Yeah you felt a little hot in your core before, anytime he hugged you you felt so- just so warm. Not the lovey Awee dad and daughter warm, more like if your boyfriend hugged you nice and tight! Feels good, feels warm and fuzzy, pit in your stomach that can only be filled by one thing.

Tossin' and turnin' it's only 6:00pm shit, Dad's still downstairs probobly watching some old movie, he really likes thoughs for some reason, and westerns it's kinda creepy but your the one who wants to fuck him so you really can't be judging. your thoughts are too much to bare, a girl can only last so long on the edge, panties soaked thinking about shit, and hell when you can actually recreate what you want, Nothing's stopping you. Other then ethics but who even cares anymore, walking downstairs to Dear ol' Daddy, bingo.

"Mm- Dad-? Can I talk to you?" You mutter walking up behind the sofa he's laying in, playing with your fingers, how do even address this like,

'Oh yeah dad! Can you just bend your daughter over and fuck her till she's blubbering nonsense, you raised her since she was seven but y'know !!'

No.

"Hm, yeah of course, what's the problem bunny?" He says sitting up, glancing behind him to your miserable face, little frown on your lips. He raises a brow seeing your face, you felt all fuzzy feeling your throat get dry, the hell were you supposed to do?

"Uh Dad, can- can you come upstairs" you mutter looking at him, feeling your chest get heavy. Of course dear Daddy doesn't wanna disappoint you so he gets up and walks over to ya

"What's wrong, Hun?" He says, so sweetly fuck. Looken' all concerned for you, just fall into his chest, even though Dad was in shape he had fatass boobs, real nice to put your face in whenever he hugged ya. Just like always as a concerted Daddy does he puts an arm around you, pulling you nice and tight, "Baby?" He says in that same voice, pullin' your face away from his body, looking down at you.

"Can- can we just sit down" you say grabbing his hand forcefully and leading him to the nice leather sofa, you didn't know much about Mom but she really liked expensive shit and this was the only thing at home she bought..

You push him onto his back, his head resting on the arm, he looked kinda confused, like a puppy! You crawl over on top on him, ass rested on his lower pelvis. "Hey Bunny this is a little- whats wrong?" Dad says trying to carefully lift you off of him, awe stupid Daddy actin' like you're just gonna listen to him

"Dad just let me do this- please, you love me right?" You say looking at him in the eyes, pout on your stupid lips, he just nods slowly as a response. Unzippin' his jeans, wow this really is a shitty porno plot.

'Cute stepdaughter seduces and fucks her Dad while Mom isn't home!'

Jesus Christ you fucking creep.

With his pants open pulling out is fat cock, he wasn't hard which kinda hurt, you were being all cute and all dad did was just sit and stare in shock. Like sure you were gropen him and stuff but he could put some effort in it? Whatever doesn't matter-? You sit on his thighs pulling off your night pants, your panties were already wet from earlier, sadly it seemed Dad didn't really wanna reinact your fantasy so you gotta do all the work, flicking your garments to the side, crawling back onto him. Placing your hips over his Dick, and taking it in, feeling his tip touch your cervix "Mm- fuck-" you murmer, taking a second before getting used to it, slowly moving your hips back and forth, feeling ever little movement. It was euphoric, hands on his chest, looking at his face he looked like he was trying to not enjoy it, but you could tell he was. You felt his breath get heavier anytime you went faster, such a good boy.

His fat dick bruising your womb, your walls squeezing against him, you could hear Dad muttering curse words under his breath, made you feel kinda better about this whole thing. Going to your high and getting that numbing feeling, stomach felt warm, brain all fuzzy and messy collapsing onto him, feeling that warm stuff leaking out of you, pulling yourself off Dad, laying on his chest, glancing up at him, seeing his flushed and disturbed face, awe it was so cute!

He probably felt horrible but you felt amazing, fuck best experience. Putting your arms aside his

"I love you Dad.." you spout into his shirt

"Your Mother can't hear about this B-bunny.." he replies, putting one of arms on your back, you could feel his chest go up and down so cute.

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[mrwavellswaps]

To be closer

(Inspired by a conversation with @verus-veritas/@verus-animus)

“Have fun partying with your friends kiddo.” Brian said to his stepson with a smile. “Just don’t get yourself into any trouble alright.” He warned before turning his attention back to the TV.

Sam rolled his eyes a little. “Yes Brian I know. I’m 21 now you know.” He groaned, trying to avert his gaze from his stepdad’s almost naked body. Brain had gotten very comfortable around the house in recent years and seeing his stepdad frequently walk around in nothing but a pair of tight briefs had been the cause of many erections and jerk offs for Sam. He just couldn’t help it. After all, Brian was the walking definition of a Dilf! A hot silver fox daddy with some impressive muscle on his frame and a great bulge to top it off. Sam had been crushing on the older man ever since he’d married Sam’s mom and even still now after she passed away. He knew it was wrong but… can you blame him!? The guy was a total hunk!

“I’m well aware. You just never know with these college parties.” The silver haired stud replied. “Now go. Get out there and enjoy yourself.” He shooed Sam off with a chuckle.

As his stepson left through the front door, Brian couldn’t help but sigh. He loved the kid like he was his own but for some reason he could just never find a way to properly bond with Sam. He always tried to involve Sam in his interests like fishing and archery but the kid never seemed that into it even if he didn’t say it. And of course Brian would try to get into Sam’s interests as well but most of that included online games and what not, stuff Brian never found much interest in. Sure they sat down and watched tv or movies from time to time but Brian just wished they had more in common so he could really connect with Sam. After all, his stepson was the only real connection he had left to his late wife. Yet he was starting to wonder if the two of them were just too different from one another.

He paused the show he was watching and pushed himself off up from the couch. After a quick stretch he made his way out of the living room and trudged up the stairs towards the bathroom. Once there he switched on the tap and splashed his face with some cool water before glancing up at the mirror before him. He lent on the sink a little as he gazed into his reflection and as he did it triggered a memory about something his colleagues at work had been chatting about. Some kind of urban legend about a man with strange magical powers that’s capable of granting any wish and that he was capable of being summoned just by muttering his name three times before a mirror.

He didn’t know why exactly he did it. It’s not as if he actually believed in myths or superstitions like that. Yet he couldn’t help letting his curiosity get the better of him. “Wavell, Wavell… Wavell” he muttered towards the glass and… nothing. Of course. He hung his head in embarrassment for even trying something so silly. He was 55 years old for god sake!

“You know… usually when people do that they say ‘Mr Wavell’. It’s a little more polite.”

Brian’s head snapped back up and now he wasn’t the only man in the reflection. Behind him stood a man who looked to be a similar age to him. Silver hair, salt and pepper beard, piercing… purple eyes? Immediately Brian whipped around, trying not to freak out as he came face to face with the man he’d just summoned. “A-are you… the wizard?” His heart was beating a mile a minute with both fear and astonishment, not quite believing the words that’d just come out of his mouth.

The man nodded his head. “Well Warlock would be more accurate but yes I suppose so.” He answered with a hint of playfulness. “So. Is there any particular reason you decided to chant my name? I was just about to sit down for a meal with my boyfriend so whatever this is, it needs to be snappy.”

Brian had no idea how to respond. He wasn’t usually one to get nervous but now his mouth was getting dry as he could barely say a word. He could only gaze upon the handsome, well dressed man before him in utter disbelief that he actually existed.

Wavell shook his head. “Alright I get it. This is a lot for some people but I don’t have time for this so…” he reached out and placed his hands gently on the temples of Brian’s head before pushing into his mind searching through his memories and desires. “Ah. There we go.” He said happily as he let go of Brian. “Seems one of your greatest desires right now is to be closer to your stepson. Compared to other people, that's actually kinda sweet.” He complimented. “And you know, I have a sneaking suspicion that your stepson wants to be closer to you as well.” He added, the implications on which were lost on Brian in the moment.

“But how am I gonna make a desire like that come true?” Wavell thought for a moment as he looked Brian up and down, taking in his bulky build and manly chest hair among other attributes that stuck out to him. This man was a Dilf, he knew that much. “Ahhhh I know…” Wavell stated somewhat ominously.

The warlock reaches out yet again but this time Brian pulls back a little. “W-what’re you gonna do? You’re not gonna hurt me right?”

“Hurt you? Wherever did you get that idea?” Wavell chuckled and held out his arms. “A gorgeous man such as yourself? I wouldn’t dream of hurting you. Now come here and give me a hug, big guy.”

Brian’s anxiety of the situation was quickly overwhelmed by Wavell’s intoxicating aura. A wave of invisible energy the warlock naturally exuded flowing over Brian’s body and quelled his fears. Brian didn’t even realise he was moving closer to Wavell until the suited man had already wrapped his arms around him in a calming embrace. It was the greatest huge he’d ever felt. One that filled his body with such warmth that he didn’t want to pull away, instead opting to embrace the hug and wrap his own thick arms around Wavell as well. His meaty build pressing tightly against the warlock’s pristine suit.

As the pair embraced, Wavell slowly inched his hands down Brian’s wide back. Going past his impressive lats and towards his lower back until his hands rested just above Brian’s ass. “I think I just figured out the perfect way for you and your son to be closer.” Wavell’s hands drifted further down until they rested on Brian’s thick ass. He made sure to give it a good squeeze through the tight briefs he was wearing. “Are you ready?”

“Y-yes…” Brian mumbled, enjoying the feeling of another man groping his ass far more than he ever thought he would.

Then, without another word, Wavell squeezed Brian’s ass one last time upon activating his spell. Immediately they were surrounded in a bright violet light that caused Brian to moan out in ecstasy. He felt as though somehow his body was shrinking down in a way as he lost control of his limbs. It was an indescribable feeling that he had no idea how to process. All he knew was that whatever was happening to him felt amazing.

When the light faded, Wavell was left standing by himself and holding nothing but the pair of briefs Brian had been wearing mere moments ago. “See? That didn’t hurt one bit did it?” Wavell said to the briefs before bringing them up to his face and giving the crotch a quick sniff. “Mmmm you smell good Brian. I just know that stepson of yours is gonna love you.” From an outside perspective Wavell would’ve looked insane talking to a pair of briefs. However in reality the soul and essence of Brian had been compressed down into the briefs he’d been wearing. In short, Wavell turned Brian into his own briefs!

“Now. Let’s put you somewhere that stepson of yours is sure to find you…”

———

Sam arrived home some hours later. The party had gone on rather late and he didn’t get home until 4:30am. Naturally he assumed his stepdad was already in bed so he closed the front door as quietly as possible before tiptoeing through the house. He made his way up the stairs when he noticed something strange. The door to his stepdad's bedroom was open a jar. He knew Brian always closed it when he went to bed so Sam couldn’t help finding this a little odd. Despite that though, he couldn’t help but see this as an opportunity to perv on his stepdad a little…

When he pushed open the door however, Sam was confused to find that his stepdad was nowhere to be seen. The bed was completely empty. In fact it didn’t even look as though it’d been slept in at all. It was odd for sure. He couldn’t think where his stepdad would’ve gone at this time in the morning…

“Brian?? You here?” Sam whispered through the hallways just in case his stepdad was lurking around somewhere but alas he got no response. Eventually he resigned to just head to bed. Whatever Brian was up to, Sam was sure he was probably fine. Right now all he wanted was to get a good night's sleep.

He made his way back to his own bedroom and flicked on the light. Naturally everything was as he left it… except for one thing. A pair of familiar briefs laid on his bed. But they weren’t his briefs. Sam always wore boxer briefs, not to mention the ones on the bed looked a size too big for him. “Are those?…” He moved closer to the bed before picking up the briefs. His suspicion was right. These were the exact briefs Brian had been wearing earlier today before Sam left! But why were they in his room and why did they feel strangely heavy in a way…

It was then that a sly grin grew across Sam’s face. He had no idea why his stepdad had left these here but he certainly wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to get a whiff of Brian’s scent. Without another thought, Sam dug his nose into the briefs and inhaled deeply. The smell of his hot stepdad’s cock and balls filling his nose and infiltrating his senses. He’d pulled some of Brian’s clothes out of the hamper before but the scent was never as fresh as this. It was almost as if Brian was still wearing them!

Sam went to town sniffing away at his stepdad’s underwear like they’d been gifted to him from the heavens. That was until an even better idea crossed his mind. Pretty soon the young gay college boy was stripping off his clothes and tossing them in a pile in the corner of his room. Once he was totally naked he licked his lips with anticipation before stepping into the very same pair of briefs Brian had been wearing not long ago. Feeling the soft, inviting fabric slid up his legs and over his ass until they were secure in position. Sam’s cock now sat exactly where Brian’s would. Just the thought had him hard as fuck and stretching out the pouch.

Moments after however, Sam felt a strange weight filling his body. As if something were filling him up from the inside. Something like that sounds as though it would be painful and yet Sam couldn’t help but find the feeling pleasurable. Little did he know that what he was feeling was the soul and essence of his stepdad being merged into his body!

In a mix of pleasure and drowsiness, Sam shuffled back towards his bed before falling face first onto the bed sheets. He allowed whatever sensation he was feeling to simply overtake his body as he began drifting off to sleep. As he did the faint voice of Brain could be heard shouting “Sam! It’s me! Can you hear me?? Sam!?” But of course it was already far too late as Sam’s eyes slowly shut…

———

As Sam slept he found himself in a strange dreamlike world. The ground beneath him was covered by golden mist that flowed across an endless void where the sky above was a pastel violet. It was both beautiful and eerie at the same time. Of course he knew this must’ve been a dream but it didn’t make it feel any less real. He wondered if it was some kind of lucid dream?

Just as he was about to try and test that by attempting to fly, he heard a voice coming from behind. Calling out to him. Sam turned and he saw what looked to be stepdad in the distance. He couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. Without even thinking about it, Sam began walking towards Brian slowly, watching as the figure of the man that’d looked after him for so many years grew closer. As he did, what Brian was saying slowly began to get clearer and clearer until…

“Sam! A crazy warlock guy trapped me in my briefs! He told me what’s gonna happen! You gotta take them off before we become one!” He shouted hysterically. Yet despite this Sam kept walking closer and closer. Become one? With his hot stepdad? That didn’t sound so bad! It might’ve just been a dream but if he had the chance to be one with Brian then he was gonna pounce on it!

Before long Sam was only a couple meters away from the man he’d desired for years. Brian seemed stuck in place, unable to move except for his face. He pleaded with Sam to get away. To wake up and stop this. To find a way to fix what that warlock had done. But Sam only grinned lustfully as he looked his stepdad's body up and down.

“Sorry Brian, I know this is just a dream but if I’ve got the chance to fondle your hot daddy body then I’m gonna take it!” With a mischievous look crossing his face, Sam reached out to touch Brian’s furry pecs. The second his hand made contact however, he felt himself being pulled inside his stepdad's body! His hand swiftly disappeared into Brian’s body, soon followed by the rest of his arm. It was like the thick muscled body of his stepdad had become an inescapable vacuum. Before long Sam found himself being pulled inside Brian’s body headfirst, almost as if he’d been absorbed somehow.

The next thing Sam remembered was looking out across the void once again. Only now when he glanced down he saw his stepdad’s big furry pecs and powerful body. Almost like he was… inside Brian’s body… but before he had any time to comprehend it, everything faded out.

———

Sam awoke with a jolt the next morning. He grumbled a little, rubbing his eyes as he found himself laid on his front and sprawled across his bed. But as he stretched his arms, something felt off. His arms… his hands… They looked different. Larger and more weathered than before. His biceps seemed to have more of a bulge to them while his hands seemed meatier almost. “What going- Whoa! What the fuck!” He shouted in disbelief at the sound of his voice. It was deep and gravely. Nothing like the smooth voice he once had. It almost sounded like…

Sam looked up and glanced across the room at his bedroom mirror and saw the impossible. Reflected back at him wasn’t his usual lean 21 year old self but instead his 58 year old stepdad!! For a moment he was in shock. Not knowing at all how to react. Most people would probably scream and freak out. Some would likely faint at the mere sight of seeing a body in the mirror that wasn’t their own. But when Sam regained his composure he did neither of those things. Instead, he grinned…

“Why hello handsome.” Was the first thing he said before immediately sitting up to get a better look at his body. Sure enough it wasn’t just his arms and hands but his entire body was thick and beefy now. He immediately ran his hands along the familiar hairy pecs he’d gotten used to seeing most days. Only now he owned them! He had no idea how it’d happen but… “Holy shit. I’m in my stepdads body!”

Right away Sam leap out of bed in excitement and starting feeling up every inch of his new form. Groping his new biceps, flexing his pecs before running a hand through the dense hair they adorned, poking and prodding at his new facial features. Before long he was even pawing at his stepdad’s thick ass. The ass Sam had imagined touching so many times before, and now it belonged to him! He could grope it much as he damn well pleased! Of course doing so had stirred quite the reaction in his crotch as a tent appeared to stretch out his briefs. The same briefs he’d found on his bed last night and had slipped on before falling asleep…

As Sam rubbed his new dad boner, he suddenly felt a rush of new memories hitting him over the head. But they weren’t his, they were Brian’s. Memories of a life he never lived with parents and family that weren’t his own. Everything his stepfather had ever done or experienced was now right at his fingertips. He must’ve been standing there slack jawed and rubbing his erection absentmindedly for a good 5 minutes or so as the memories surfaced. Only once they’d settled did Sam shake his head and realise he’d wet the front of his briefs with his Brian’s precum.

Just as he was trying to comprehend all the new memories and feelings he was experiencing, Sam heard the voice of his stepdad echoing in his mind, practically screaming Sam’s name. “Brian? Is that you? How are you… in my head!?” Sam wondered as he clutched the sides of his head, trying his best to listen to his stepfather's faint voice.

“I’ve been trying to tell you!! I was trapped in my underwear by a warlock! And now I’m trapped inside your head! We’ve got to fix this!” Brian cried out

Sam looked down at the briefs he was wearing. “You were trapped in these when I put them on?… And now you’re inside me?” The cogs in his brain began to turn. “Then I haven’t just transformed into you. I AM YOU!” Sam claimed with excitement. “W-we must’ve merged somehow! Oh fuck, oh fuck! This is… THIS IS AMAZING!!”

“What!? What’re you saying Sam!? We need to fix this! Don’t you want to go back to normal!?” Brain pleaded with his stepson but it was no use.

“Go back? Why the hell would I ever want to go back?? I’ve fantasised about being with you for as long as I can remember!” Sam admitted as he stepped out of the bedroom and into the hallway before making his way towards the bathroom. “Only I never realised what I really wanted was to BE you!”

Brian was beyond shocked to hear all this though he should’ve been expecting it after having watched Sam grope himself mere moments ago while being nothing but a passenger. As soon as Sam stepped into the bathroom, Brian begged him to try and summon Wavell again but Sam wasn’t having any of it. “No fucking way! I’m Brian now and it’s gonna stay that way! These big pecs, these huge arms, and most of all this fat cock are all mine now!” Sam claimed with a devilish smirk.

Without another second to spare, Sam kicks off his briefs and whips out his new rod. He got instant chills the moment he wrapped his hand around the thick shaft. Touching his stepfather's cock wasn’t something he ever thought he’d have the chance to do and yet here he was now with that very cock hanging between his legs. As soon as he started jerking, Brain began to protest but Sam took no notice. His stepdad was powerless to stop him as he was. At this point he might as well have been a figment of Sam’s imagination.

“No! I treated you like a son and this is how you repay me! I gave you everything!”

“You certainly did. Absolutely everything.” Sam curled up one of his arms into a flex, showing off one of new biceps. “Fuck I’m glad you kept in such good shape. I’m gonna be such a hit with dudes looking like a buff silver fox daddy!”

Hearing all of this was like torture to Brian but there was nothing he could do. Only watching through Sam’s eyes as he continued to jerk off Brain’s thick cock. He knew it was his fault for summoning that warlock but he never imagined something as crazy as this would be the outcome!

Just then an idea popped into Sam’s mind. As they were merged, Brian knew exactly what Sam was thinking and protested against it but Sam paid him no mind as he ran back into his bedroom to grab something from a box under his bed. Raw anticipation flowed through him as he pulled out a small trusty butt plug. One he’d had for many years now and had kept well hidden from his stepdad until now. With that in hand he ran back into the bathroom and switched on the shower.

“Now this is gonna be good.” He mumbled to himself as he stepped under the warm water. He started by lather his body up with soap and making sure to dig his fingers into every crevice of his new body. Once that was done however, he lubed up the butt plug and lined it up with his dad hole. Of course Brain was shouts all sorts of threats and pleas at this point but it didn’t nothing to stop Sam from slowly pressing the butt plug into his hole. “OoooooOOoohhh wow! Fuuuuck I’m so tight now.” He commented as his anus pulsed around the plug. “You really never played with your ass before did you Brian? Don’t worry I’ll fix that.” And without another word Sam reached down and pressed a small button on the butt plug…

Moments later the bathroom was filled with loud deep moans. “AAOOOOHHH FUUUUCKKKKK UUHHHHOOOOO!” As it turned out the butt plug had a pretty intense vibration setting that was doing wonders to Sam’s now tight hole. Filling his body with nothing but euphoria while his ass clenched uncontrollably. Right away he’d grabbed his cock again and was jerking furiously under the shower. Brian wanted to protest but he was feeling the exact same pleasure as Sam and soon enough even his protests turned to internal groans of pleasure.

Soon enough the sheer pleasure of the vibrating butt plug was enough on its own as Sam let go of his cock and fell to his knees under the water. His daddy dick was pulsing eagerly as it dripped precum uncontrollably now. Sam even found himself reaching back once again and holding down the button on the butt plug for a couple seconds, increasing its intensity even further until it was at max vibrate. By that point he was kneeling over in ecstasy, arching his back and bucking his cock. All the while groaning about how he was his stepdad now and that nobody would ever know he wasn’t the real Brian.

After a good couple of minutes he could feel himself getting unbelievably close to shooting his first dad load. “I… wanna… stay… FOREVER!!” Sam bellowed as finally his cock erupted with a hands free orgasm, shooting thick cum all over the shower floor. With the butt plug vibrating aggressively in his ass, it caused just keep shooting and shooting until his fat balls were completely drained down to the last drop.

With a grunt, Sam turned off the plug and carefully pulled it out of his ass with a satisfied smile. Slowly but surely he pushed himself back up onto his feet and continued rinsing himself off under the shower as if he hadn’t just busted the biggest nut of his life. But then he noticed something.

“Brian? You there?” Sam said to himself as he realised he could no longer hear Brian’s voice in his head. He’d heard him a few moments ago groaning as Sam was about to orgasm but immediately his voice seemed to have disappeared completely. “Wait… there’s no way I…” Sam looked down at the shower drain as the last of his cum was washed away. “Did I… cum him out or something?” Sam huffed, assuming this to be the case. “Well at least he won’t be in my head annoying me. And with him out the way I really can be the real Brian!” A sinister look spread across Sam’s face knowing that whatever he’d just done had seemingly locked in his fate with this body.

With that, Sam stepped out of the shower and starting drying off. He didn’t think he’d ever get over how amazing it felt to touch this body in any way he pleased and he’d have plenty of time to do so. As it looked now Sam couldn’t see any possible way of going back to normal besides summoning that warlock Brian had been going on about and he sure as hell wasn’t gonna do that. After all why the hell would he voluntarily give up his dream body!? No he was gonna make the absolute most of this…

He gave himself one last wink in the bathroom mirror before stepping out to live his new life as his hunky stepdaddy and nobody would ever know what had transpired…

———

It’d been a few days already since Sam took over Brian’s life. Initially he’d been a little worried about playing the part. After all he might’ve had all his stepdads memories but it wasn’t like he had all of Brian’s mannerisms and personality right? Well as it turned out the real Brian had been ejaculated at all but rather absorbed fully into Sam’s consciousness at the peak of the pleasure they’d been experiencing. Because of this Sam found himself able to mimic the way Brian talks and acts perfectly. He even found himself becoming more interested in Brian’s hobbies such as fishing and archery while still retaining his old interests in games. Because of this he was able to completely trick his family into believing that he truly was Brian!

The biggest worry he’d had was explaining the disappearance of his former self. Well it seemed like the universe had already fixed that for him as nobody even seemed to remember Sam. Infact as soon as he stepped out of that shower, his old bedroom had completely changed into a guest room. It was like his former self never existed to begin with! Naturally this was weird but Sam couldn’t help taking it as a sign that this was always meant to be. That he was always supposed to become one with Brian and take form.

He made sure to enjoy his body as much as possible by worshipping it and taking good care of it by working out and eating properly. Due to this he had no problem getting all sorts of hunks to hook up with as they were all eager for some of daddy’s milk. And he was more than happy to provide by flooding their asses with his cum. He was hoping he’d be able to find a few vers guys as well that’d want to help him loosen up his hole a little.

Now he was laid on the couch waiting for his next hook up to arrive. A young hairy stud who was very eager to suck on Sam’s nipples. Not that Sam could blame the guy with these huge daddy tits he had now. He groped them a little with a smile on his face knowing that this was everything he could’ve ever wished for in life. Brian had always wanted to be closer to Sam and now he was as close as he could possibly get.

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[lustfulslxt]

Step Daddy - Chris Sturniolo

summary : chris meets you when you’re pregnant and falls in love with you and your daughter after you have her.

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You met Christopher almost a year ago, near the end of your second trimester. You guys instantly clicked and became really good friends. You always had fun little friend dates and sleepovers, and he helped you so much during your pregnancy. You were nervous about being a single parent, but his support alone was enough for you. He was so motivating and encouraging, you couldn't help but cherish him.

He was so sweet to you, helping you with any and everything you needed. Whether it be shopping for you or your daughter, putting her room together, cleaning your house, massaging your feet after working all day. He did everything for you, and it didn't change after you gave birth.

He absolutely adored your daughter. Anytime you were all together, he was doing everything with her. From making her bottles and feeding her, to blowing into her belly to make her laugh, he always had the brightest smile on his face. Watching him with her, you couldn't help but fall for him. He was so good to both of you, but especially her, and it warmed your heart.

You had both admitted to falling for each other a few weeks ago, and now you were just taking things slow. Neither of you wanted to rush things, seeing as what you had was extremely important and valuable to both of you. You were enjoying your time with your new little family, happily content with your life.

You were now standing outside your daughter's room, silently peeking inside. What you saw brought a warm smile to your face. Chris stood there with her in his arms, rocking back and forth as she rested her head on his shoulder. She occasionally kept lifting her head up and smiling at him, soft giggles pouring out of her, causing Chris to laugh in return.

You could've cried when you heard him softly singing Barney's 'I love you, you love me' song to her. He placed a couple of kisses on her head, swaying as she slowly started to drift off to sleep. Once she was completely out, he placed her in her crib and pet her face as he stared at her for a moment, a sweet smile playing on his lips.

Once he turned to leave the room, he noticed you standing there with tears in your eyes. He immediately frowned and quickly walked over to you. He ushered you out of the room and looked back at your daughter as he softly shut the door, careful not to wake her.

"What's wrong?" He asks, pulling you into him.

"Nothing, nothing at all." You tell him, shaking your head. "Everything's just right."

You wrapped your arms around him, squeezing hard as you buried your face into his chest, inhaling his addictive scent. He squeezed you back just as hard, placing his cheek on your head as he rubbed your back.

You slightly pulled away and softly grabbed his chin, bringing his lips to yours. It was a soft but passionate kiss, one that you put all of your emotions into.

"I love you, and I'm so in love with you." You tell him, kissing him once more.

He grinned, placing another kiss to your lips, "I'm in love with you too, baby."

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a/n : this is like so super short asf, but it's just a lil fluff. everybody needs some of that in their life, especially chris fluff 😭😭🫶🏼

#christopher sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #sturniolos #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #lustfulslxt #the sturniolos #christopher sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #fluff #imagine #sturniolo fanfic #joss speaks #stepdad #cutesy

[justpuppylove]

Doll- stepdad dream smut

Stepdad!dream x afab reader smut

Kinks/warnings: Stepcest [PLEASE DONT FUCK YOUR STEP-SIBLINGS OR PARENTS. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS.], daddy kink, use of little one and other names, praising, thigh fucking, slight breeding.

A/N: im gonna step away from the Wilbur smut for a sec but I’ll make sure to make my way through those requests soon :3

Your mom introduced your stepdad dream a few months ago and he seemed like a decent enough guy. You were against your mom dating again after your father passed away but you eventually came around to the idea of dream staying with you guys. This isn’t to say you see him as a father figure, he treats you like his child in some ways but there’s just always been something off about you guys having a “father-child relationship”. He’s always been pretty touchy with you and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. At first it was playful touching, nothing coherently sexual about it, but then it progressed into you sitting on his lap and him running his hand up your thigh. Of course your mom never knew of any of this and you hoped she never would, you felt so guilty every time it happened but for some reason that made you even more turned on.

You walked into your bedroom and shut the door. You ran to your bed and flopped down; utterly exhausted. Exams were getting the best of you but you finally had some time to rest. Then you heard a knock on your door.

“Doll, do you want to watch a movie with me? Your mom is gone for the weekend and I’m bored.” Dream said, dragging out the D in bored. You were so tired but how could you say no to dream?

“Sure I’ll be down in a minute, pick out a movie for us.” You said reluctantly dragging your body off of your bed. You hear him turn away and start walking back downstairs as you head over to your closet. You get out a oversized shirt that dream had gave you as a hand-me-down and you change into it. You wanted to be comfortable so you took off your bra and didn’t put any shorts on so you were just in his shirt and your underwear. When you were done you made your way downstairs to dream cooking popcorn in the kitchen. You walk into the kitchen to grab a few snacks and go to sit them onto the living room table. You hear the microwave ding and you walk back into the kitchen to see dream putting the popcorn into a big bowl. You squeeze past dream, grinding against him as you do so, to look for the salt. You hear him let out a groan before walking up behind you, pressing your stomach up to the counter top as you feel his hard dick against your ass. You let out a whimper as he reaches up into the cupboard to grab the salt out.

“Is this what you were looking for darling~?” He asked you, putting the salt infront of your face but keep your bodies in the same position. All you could let out is a little ‘mhm’ as he backs away, walking into the living room. He presses play as you follow him onto the couch as you see him pat his lap, signaling for you to sit on it. You feel your face grow red as you press yourself onto his lap, his dick pressing onto your pussy as you let out a small moan. “What’s wrong baby?” Dream says as he feels his way up your thigh. You respond to him by pressing yourself harder onto his dick, “Is this the problem little one?” He says pressing has fingers onto your clothed pussy. “Awe, you’re soaking wet. Do you need daddy to take care of you?” He asks. You nod, “I need your words sweetheart”. “Yes daddy, please take care of me.” You say highly embarrassed. He giggles into your ear as he begins rubbing your pussy through your underwear, your hand shoots to his and you try to press yourself onto his hand. He slides your underwear down before sliding off his own. His hard dick shoots up as he makes you wrap your thighs around his dick. He starts thigh fucking you while both hands are squeezing your thighs. You hold onto his wrists while he kisses the back of your neck. Your pretty moans and his groans fill the room. “Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve needed this doll. Ive needed to use your pretty little body so bad.” He says before fucking your thighs faster. His precum and your wetness covering your thighs as his dick slides between your folds and hits your clit in just the right way. “Ah~ gonna cum daddy” you moan, squeezing his wrists. “Cum for me, you’re doing so good” he says as he removes one of his hands from your thigh to circle your clit instead.

He cums all over your thighs as you cum onto his dick. He picks your body up and turns you around to face him. He kisses you as he slides his dick inside of you, making your yelp. “Shh~ its okay, I have you. Daddy has you.” He says as he pulls you closer, slowly pushing his dick in until he bottoms out. He begins fucking into you, making you bounce on him. He lifts your shirt up and watches your tits bounce as you move up and down on him. He smirks at how embarrassed you got at this. “Is my little baby embarrassed? You’re so adorable.” He said before grabbing one of your hands, holding it as he fucks into you harder. Your moans get louder and louder as you feel yourself getting closer to cumming. “Just like that, cum for me baby.” He says before playing with one of your tits. “I’m going to cum inside of you okay? Can you handle that doll?” He asks. He let out a few yes’s before cumming on his dick for the second time. He slams into you a few more times before spilling his seed into your pussy.

He pulls you off of his dick and gets a paper towel to clean you both up with. He puts his clothes back on before sliding your underwear back onto you. He lays on the couch and pulls you in. The credits of the movie roll as you fall asleep.

#dsmp #justpuppylove #dsmp smut #dream smut #smut #dreamwastaken #dream team smut #dreamwastaken smut #stepdad #mcyt smut #mcyt x you #mcyt #mcyt x y/n #dream smp #dream team #stepdad smut #stepdad dream

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

Living in My Head

This blog is a 18+ space, Minors, do not engage. If you are under the age of 18 you are not welcome here. Your reading and consumption of my work is your responsibility but I will endeavour to mitigate any discomfort for you, the reader, as possible. Once again, this is a 18+ space and minors should not interact.  Specific Warnings: Male masturbation, inability to come, Allusions to childhood abuse, Mommy issues, Parental abuse, Coersion, drinking, alcoholism/alcohol abuse, angst, heartbreak, stepcest(in bold, this is *again* heavy on the issues around this),Manipulation/gaslighting, traumatic childhood, parental neglect, angst, grief, regret, depression, Allusion to violence/past SA, abusive relationships, Strained parent-adult child relationship. Let us know if we missed anything! Thank you again, as always to my co-author, @angelofsmalldeath-codeine - This would not be the series it is without you.

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Nancy returned from helping Danielle to an empty home. Dave’s car is gone and you’re not picking up your phone, but she’s already over it by her second glass of wine. She sits at the kitchen island, brightly manicured fingers drumming on the polished countertops as she looks over the glossy photographs the PI sent across.

She’s pouring her third glass of wine as the frustration prickles under her skin. She knows it can’t be later than six, but she doesn’t care. She needs this drink, and the two that came before.  

“So,” she asks, annoyance clear in her tone as she looks them over, “What am I looking at?”

“My guess? A lover’s spat, maybe he forced himself on her and she bolted? But there’s some high emotions there. Poor girl’s crying her eyes out.”

“Well, it’s a start,” Nancy sighs, she was expecting something a bit more titillating than this, “Keep up the good work, Philip. Let me know if you get anything good.”

“Yes, Ma’am, happy to help.”

The line goes dead and Nancy lifts one of the photographs to study it closer. Your eyes are red and puffy as you scream something from the passenger side of a car Nancy doesn’t recognize. Your cheeks are wet and you’re angry.

There’s a small, quiet part of her brain that pities you, makes her feel bad for whatever it was Dave did to upset you. But it’s quickly glossed over, forgotten, as she hears the front door open and close. Her lips curl up as she hears Dave’s voice from the hall.

“Hey, honey, I’m home.”

“Hey, babe, I’m in the kitchen.”

Dave saunters in, perfectly practiced smile on his face as he approaches her. Immediately he senses something is off, from the photographs on the table to the smirk on Nancy’s face. It’s obvious something big is going to go down.

“Care to explain these?”

~*~

You pace the small length of Ash’s spare room frantically as you wait for her to come home from work. It’s been a month since she took you in, and you realize you really need to come clean to her. About everything. You’d told her about the cam work the morning after she’d picked you up. Like the super star she is, she’d taken it incredibly well. So, you’d kept working, making more content than ever.

Yet there’s another reason you need to have a chat. You’ve finalized the rental of an apartment in the city, so you’re moving out. But you feel like you owe Ash an explanation, she hasn’t so much as pushed the issue since you arrived. Besides the initial ‘Did someone touch you?’ ‘Are you hurt?’ ‘Do I need to call the police?’ Ash had let you grieve, wallow, and recover at your own pace.

She only had to make you shower once, and that was in the first week, when everything was just too much.

You hear Ash before she’s even through the door, singing Wham!’s ‘Last Christmas’ at the top of her lungs as she struts through the apartment building. You roll your eyes, it’s not December for another week, but there’s no arguing with Ash over it being too early.

Your phone vibrates and you snatch it up, a small part of you hoping to hear from Dave, but you’re glad it’s not. As much as you can’t admit it out loud, you miss him, and you’re regretting the call for radio silence now. The fact that he’s still respecting your boundaries only makes you ache even more for him.  

Mom: Hey, sweetheart, I’m just checking in again. I’m worried about you, please just let me know you’re alive.

You shake your head as you pocket the phone, you’ve been posting on your socials, and she follows you on every platform she knows about. She knows you’re alive, she just wants you to cave, to give in to her pestering. You focus back on the issue at hand as you hear Ashleigh announce herself from the front door.

“Hey, bitch, I’m home!”

“Hey, good day?”

You ask as you take a steadying breath, trying to quell your nerves as you step out into the modest open plan space of the kitchen-diner-living room. Ash is mid-flop onto the sofa as she looks up at you, whatever she was going to say lost to the way she’s now frowning at you.

“It was fine, what’s wrong?”

You wince as you take your place next to her on the threadbare sofa, you’ve never been able to hide your feelings from Ash.

“I’ve got something I need to tell you,” you start, knee bobbing up and down as you try – and fail – to get comfortable, “about Dave, my stepdad.”

“I know who Dave is,” Ash’s tone is guarded, you can almost hear the gears grinding away in her mind as she stares you down, “What did he do?”

“He didn’t- I mean, that’s not how it went down-,” you fumble, caught off guard by the judgement in Ash’s tone.

“So, what did happen?”

“We fucked.”

You blurt it out, covering your eyes as you wait for the verbal abuse to start flowing. You feel your gut twist in knots as you brace yourself for the shame, the disappointment you know is coming.

“Well, shit, that explains a lot.”

Ash says finally and you look up to see an incredulous look on her face. No anger, not even a hint of disgust. She just looks like Ash always does when she’s figured something out. A satisfied smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth.

“What do you mean?” you ask, lips pinched together as you track every move Ash makes, watching for sudden movements, changes in body language.

“That night, the one where you went home with that douchebag, was it then?”

“God, no! He’s NOT like that, Ash, he was just doing what any good guy would do,” you shrug, knowing how unconvincing a statement that is.

“Hey, chill, it was just a question,” Ash raises an eyebrow at you, “So he picked you up, and he just took you home?”

You nod slowly, chewing your lip as you take a beat to compose yourself.

“Did he at least kick that guy's ass?”

Ash’s tone is a little defensive and you look up to see her jaw clenched.

“I think he beat the ever-living shit out of him,” you smile despite yourself, “but I was pretty out of it, the guy did a number on me and I’m pretty sure his friends would have helped themselves if I’d stayed.”

“He beat on them too?”

You shake your head, you hadn’t really thought about it until now, but Dave must have really fucked Tristan up for the other two to have stayed put.

“No, they backed off when Dave carried me out of there.”

It’s still so fuzzy but you remember flashes of Tristan’s crumpled form on the floor. The way his friends looked like they’d seen something horrific.

Maybe they had.

“Jesus! Is he some kind of James Bourne?” Ash says with a scoff and you both laugh at the ridiculous nature of it. Dave, a super soldier government assassin.

“So, he’s been looking out for you, when did you guys fuck? Was it just one time?”

“Three times,” you say as heat prickles under your skin, from embarrassment but also from the memory, “and it’s been almost two months since the last time.”

“Is it more than sex?”

You hesitate, too long really to deny it, but you still can’t say it aloud.

“It can’t be,” you mutter as you look down at your shoes.

“So, that’s a yes,” Ash says with a sigh as she grabs you by the shoulders and pulls you in for a tight hug. You flinch at the contact initially, but you lean into her strong embrace.

“It’s so fucked up, Ash,” you shudder as you weep into her shoulder.

“Yeah,” she hums as she continues to hold you, her tone musing, “but we don’t always get dealt the best hand, right? I mean, this is probably one of your healthiest relationships to date.”

“Ash!”

You pull back, trying to sound angry as you know she’s not wrong. You can’t even recall a single stable, remotely healthy relationship.

“If you could remove your mom – figuratively – from the situation,” Ash asks as she rubs the edge of her jaw, her thinking face on, “Would you pursue him?”

“Yes.”

The word is out of your mouth before you can stop it and the realization sinks in. You finally allow yourself to admit to the feelings you’ve been shunning for weeks.

I have feelings for him.

“I like him, Ash, more than just for the sex. I asked him to halt contact, and he has, and he even stopped watching my streams.”

“He watched your streams?” Ash is back on offence now, concern twisting her face into a scowl.

“He didn’t know it was me,” you say, and you cringe as you hear it aloud, “He’d been watching for months before he found out.”

“He let you keep streaming after you fucked?”

“Let me? Come on Ash, I thought you’d be more open minded than that,” You can’t help but scoff at the notion of Dave letting you do anything, “Dave has been nothing but supportive, he made sure I knew it too.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to get a read on this man. This is a man who jumped at the chance to fuck his stepdaughter,” you cringe at how blunt she’s being, but Ash keeps going, “You can’t expect me not to think there’s some coercion here, some manipulation or shitty attitudes towards this kind of work.”

“I love that you care about me to worry so much, I really do,” you shake your head, “But Dave isn’t like that, he respects me, my boundaries. I hate to say it, it’s so fucking cliché, but he’s not like anyone that came before, Ash. He actually gives a damn about me beyond sex. He’s not once tried to control or dictate my actions. In fact, he goes out of his way to make sure this is on my terms, always.” You take a long-overdue breath and Ash looks at you, eyebrow raised as she waits for you to continue.

“The stepdad thing is just,” you pause, trying to find the right word, “unfortunate.”

“It’s more than unfortunate, you idiot, it’s a fucking Greek Tragedy. God, you really are into him, aren’t you?” Ash smiles, her face softening as she shakes her head.

“Yeah,” you feel your shoulders slump, a tension you hadn’t realized was there finally easing.

“What a shitshow.”

“Yeah, and you’re right, it still ranks up there as one of the healthiest relationships I’ve ever had.”

You meant it as a joke, but it hangs in the air between you. Ash knows everything, she’s been there through everything. There’s a pregnant pause as you both mull over the conversation, neither of you quite knowing what to say.

“So, what are you going to do?”

You go to answer when your phone buzzes continually and you know who the caller is going to be before you even look.

“Let me guess,” Ash sighs, “The Wicked Witch of Central Texas?”

“Of course it is,” you sigh, declining the call, “I need to at least text her back, she’s becoming more persistent.”

“Just don’t say anything you’ll regret,” Ash shrugs.

“I’ll answer it later, there’s something else I needed to tell you.”

You throw your phone back down and take a deep breath.

“Fuck, please don’t tell me you’re pregnant.”

“No!” You say panicking, the mere thought of it making your insides twist.

“Nothing like that, I’m moving out.”

“Ah shit,” Ash sounds genuinely disappointed, “I kind of liked having you around.”

“I love living with you, your shitty singing aside, but I need to do this, for me.”

Ash sneers at the singing comment but you can see the genuine sadness in her eyes at the news.

“When do you get the keys?”

“Monday, going to need some help getting my shit from Nancy’s,” you say, hoping that Ash gets the hint.

“That’s the first time you’ve called her by her first name,” Ash says, nothing but observation in her statement but you realize it’s a big deal.

“I guess it is.”

You sit on that for a moment, not sure how to feel about it when your phone buzzes again. This time another text. You look down to see one from your dad too and a twist of guilt in your gut makes you bite your lip.

“I gotta look at this or she’s going to be calling me all night.”

 “Alright, well I’m hitting the shower, don’t let her sink her claws back into you or get you involved in whatever current MLM she’s pedaling.”

Ash kisses you on the top of the head before getting up from the sofa and stretching out dramatically.  

“Is there a difference?”

Ashleigh doesn’t respond as she heads into the bathroom at the other end of the room, the door clicking shut behind her as you hear her start to sing once more. This time it’s Mariah Carey’s ‘All I want for Christmas is You.’

You open the text from your dad, and you roll your eyes. Your guilt is assuaged as you see the clear evidence of your mom making him text you.

Dad: hey, your mom told me you’re not returning her calls. She said you left the house, no note, nothing. What’s going on? Are you ok?

You’re just surprised it’s taken this long for her to enlist him to her cause. Usually, she’s under his skin much sooner than this. You open your mom’s conversation thread and sigh. There are over thirty messages there. Ranging from guilt tripping sob stories, to angry ‘Where Are You?’s’ and incoherent gibberish from where she was clearly drunk at 8pm and desperate.

Mom: Hey darling, I’m really sorry you felt you needed to leave the house. Dave won’t tell me what he did, he says you just needed space. Space from what, honey? What did he do? Do you need me to come and get you? I’m just so worried about you, please just let me know where you are and that you’re safe. Just a text would be enough, please?

I love you, honey, and I would do anything for you, you know that right? Xxx

You sit for a while, trying to convince yourself to ignore her but you’re tired of the incessant messaging, the constant pressure to respond. Then you think of Dave, of how he’s not contacted you once, not logged into Cam Dolls for the whole time. You bite your lip as you make the decision to call her.

You pad back into Ash’s spare room and shut the door. She answers on the second ring. You sit down at the foot of the bed as you brace yourself for the spiel you know too well by now.

“Oh, baby is that you? Are you ok? Where are you?”

“Hey, mom,” you sigh, already pinching the bridge of your nose as you try not to sigh outwardly at the fake concern lacing her tone, “I’m fine, I’m with Ash, I’m safe.”

“Baby what happened? What did he do to you?”

You clench your jaw at the insinuation, but you try not to let it bleed into your voice as you respond.

“Nothing, mom, I just needed space, things with you and Dave are too weird for me right now.”

“What do you mean weird?”

The fact that you keep pushing the angle that he forced himself on me for one. Doesn’t exactly scream marital bliss.

You think to yourself as you flop back down onto the modest single bed. You’re already exhausted by her shit, less than two minutes into the call.                                                                                                                                        

“I know there’s something going on between you, it’s been clear since I moved in.”

You confer if you’ve been too forward as your mom goes uncharacteristically silent on the other end.

“We’re having issues yes, but we’re working on them.”

You fight the urge to scoff as you nod along.

“I think me being there makes it awkward,” you say as you nod to yourself, “You and Dave need your home to be yours, especially if you’re working on stuff.”

“You’re always too selfless. You know that, kiddo?”

“I’ve been told.”

There’s a silence as you have genuinely run out of things to say, you’re bored by the predictability of your mom’s behavior.

“I was thinking,” your mom breaks the silence, uncertainty clear in her voice, “Would you come to dinner tomorrow night, just so we can talk about all of this, so I can make things right?”

Your first thought is whether Dave will be there, but you don’t press the issue, there’s no point raising suspicion now.

“Sure.”

You agree too quickly, but you know it’ll buy you her goodwill. She’ll back off if you can survive one evening in her home. Eating her food, being provided for.

“Really?” Your mom cries out, clearly expecting you to decline.

“I said yes, didn’t I?”

“Don’t be like that,” your mother’s tone changes to scolding, “You don’t have to be a bitch about it, don’t come if you don’t want to-,”

“Mom,” you snap, not willing to put up with her speaking to you like this, “I said yes, I’ll be there. What time?”

It’s almost comical how quickly she changes her tone, brightening up like she hadn’t just flipped her lid on you.

“Come round for six, I’m cooking a roast.”

“Wonderful, see you then.”

You remove the phone from your ear and as you’re hovering over the End Call icon you hear it:

“I love you, darling.”

You hang up quickly, not wanting to say it back, but you hope you can play it off as having hung up just as you heard her. You drop your phone onto the bed, not bothering to look at the message that comes through, nor the next. You’re already emotionally spent as it is. Your thoughts drift to Dave and you realize you need to let him know you’re coming. You know for sure Nancy won’t tell him.

~*~

Dave bolts wide awake, the sounds of Panama City’s nightlife weaving through the humid air. He looks down at his cock as it tents his sweatpants, and he groans. He frees his throbbing length and slowly jerks himself off. Trying so hard to just reach climax but like every other time, something holds him back.

He’s covered in sweat and panting profusely by the time he finally gives up. His dick leaking and sore as he lets it flop against his bare abs. He can’t stop thinking about you, and it is making him distracted. In his line of work, it could get him killed. But he’s worried about you, worried that he’s hurt you and jeopardized any chances of something ever happening between you two. He just needs to know you’re ok, safe, happy.

He pulls out his phone and opens your contact, no photo, just your number and the contact's name: Princess🌙.

He sighs, locking his phone before tossing it on the nightstand. You told him not to contact you, so that’s what he’s doing.

He rolls out of bed and pads into the shitty hotel bathroom to turn on the faucet. He can’t even count on a cold shower here, so a lukewarm one will have to do. Eventually he manages to calm down enough to try and sleep. He flops back on the bed, and he crosses his arms over his head as he stares without looking at the impotent ceiling fan as it idly rotates above him. His head throbs and his chest aches as he tries and fails to get some sleep. It’s not the first time this has happened.

Every time he dreams about you, which is painfully often, he wakes up with a raging hard-on and a guilty conscience.

It’s been almost four weeks since he last saw you fleeing from his home. Fleeing from him. He can’t get you out of his head. He’s plagued by the grilling Nancy gave him after she got the photos back from Resnik, or Philip, as she knows him.

“What did you do to her, Dave?”

Nancy had cornered him on the Wednesday following your departure. He was still dazed from the concussion and fumbled through excuses.

“I didn’t do anything, Nancy. She was upset, I tried to make her stay. Have you talked to her?”

Nancy paused, shock on her face at the question. Clearly the answer was no.

“Did you touch her? Force yourself on her? Is that why she left?”

“Jesus Christ, Nancy, no! Of course not!”

“Then what was she yelling at you about huh?”

“She told me not to call her, to leave her alone, that she needed space!”

Dave hadn’t even tried to keep his temper in check. His head still burned from the concussion, his mood sour from the mission he had just been assigned. He just wanted to come home, have a beer and go to bed. Not this shit.

“And why does she need that, huh?” Nancy was up in his space again, just like that night when she struck him. Dave could feel the rage simmering under the surface as the smell of rosé invaded his senses.

“I don’t know, Nancy, maybe because she heard you hanging our prenup over my head? She is a lawyer; she knows how serious of a threat that is. But maybe, just maybe, it’s because you forgot her birthday, because you rushed off to spend time with Danielle on her birthday weekend. Maybe because every time you’ve addressed her since she’s been home it’s like you’ve been speaking to a child. She’s thirty years old, Nancy, she deserves some goddamned respect. Or could it be that she had to drag me, bleeding and unconscious, to the hospital after you hit me? Maybe she just needed to be away from this broken fucking home.”

It all came out in a surge of bitter hatred, so unlike him, so unlike the man he wants to be. But everyone has their breaking point.

“How dare you?” Nancy spits and Dave stands his ground as she tries to square up with him.

“She covered for you that day, she took me to the hospital and lied for you.”

That shuts Nancy up, her eyes wide as she takes a step back.

“Yeah, she made up a fake cat, said I fell down the stairs tripping over it.”

“She’s a good daughter, of course she’d defend me,” Nancy mumbles but Dave’s heard enough. He’s already walking away, heading down into the one room in his house that still feels like his own. Not another beige, soulless room. Nancy calls something after him as he goes but he’s just not paying any attention to her anymore.

He locks the bedroom door behind him, the cramped space is practically the only place he sleeps now, sleeping beside Nancy was out of the question. Hell, she might even try to smother him in his sleep if he did.

He opens his safe, checking the temperature controls are correct as he makes sure the candlestick is still there. Wrapped up in a sandwich bag and kept at the right temperature. The first thing he had done before stumbling into your arms was secure the evidence. Later he made a copy of the security camera footage, which sits in another safe in the garage. He wasn’t going to take any chances with this.

The moment Nancy comes for him – legally speaking – as he knows she will, he’ll be ready.

The buzz of his phone on the nightstand brings him back to the present as he rolls over and picks up his phone. He’s waiting on a lead for the hit he’s pulling down here, but what he’s greeted with makes his mouth curve up into a fond smile.

Princess🌙: Hey, sorry it’s late, or early? Not sure if you’re home? Mom’s having me over for dinner tomorrow, just wanted to let you know.

Dave groans, he needs to talk to you properly before you see your mom again. To his luck another text comes through, details of an address two streets over followed by a message from Ari.

A: Target is enroute to airport, will be at location in twenty minutes. We Green?

Dave texts back “Green” as he springs out of bed, throwing on his clothes as he snatches up his go bag. Before he leaves the room, he texts you back.

Duke🎷: I’ll be touching down in Houston in a few hours, can we talk then?

To his surprise you start to text back straight away, but he doesn’t look, stowing his phone as he storms out of his dingy hotel. He fastens the silencer to the end of his pistol and pulls on his lucky black beanie. He has a job to do.

~*~

You’re getting dressed for dinner when Dave’s call comes through. You’d agreed to talk beforehand and as much as you had been anticipating it, you feel nerves jostling around in your chest.

“Hey,” you say, your voice breathy and full of unwelcome unease as you try – and fail – to keep your cool.

“Thanks for reaching out, I appreciate it,” Dave says with a softness to his voice you’ve only ever heard a handful of times before. It’s calming and scintillating all at the same time. You want to feel his breath on your skin as he talks to you like this. You shake yourself mentally as you focus on the reason you agreed to talk.

“Thought we should be on the same page for tonight,” you say with a shrug, even if you know he can’t see you.

“So,” Dave takes a deep exhale on the other end of the line, and you hold your breath waiting for what comes next, “I told your mom that you left because you needed space.”

“I mean, that’s pretty much it.”

“Yeah,” Dave chuckles low over the line and you find yourself smiling despite yourself, “She asked if I touched you.”

“Fuck,” you wheeze down the phone as you look at yourself in the mirror, adjusting your makeup for the millionth time tonight, “You denied it, right?”

You almost laugh, finally seeing the angle your mom has been trying to play the whole time. She knows that if you so much as confess that Dave harmed you, prenup or not, he’ll be screwed if she files for divorce. You never thought she was looking out for you; you just assumed it was some weird jealousy thing. But now you see it clear as day.

“Of course, and the way she framed it, it didn’t come across like she was asking me to admit anything shy of me outright assaulting you.”

You actually laugh now. Humorless and bitter as you try not to think about your mother’s previous partners. About how they could flirt and eye-fuck you, how they would linger a little too long in their hugs and kisses. As long as Nancy never caught them doing it outright. As long as it was never obvious enough to bring out her jealous streak.

Where was this probing inquisition then?

“I’m not surprised, but I have your back Dave, always.”

“Hey?”

“What?”

“I didn’t do that, right? I didn’t force myself on you?”

You take a moment to reflect, searching your feelings before you speak.

“Never,” you say in a hushed whisper as you feel a tension easing in your chest, “I never felt that way with you Dave, not for a second.”

“Not even when I fucked you on stream? Threatened you with outing you to your mom?”

You pause at that, really considering the scenario in your head before answering.

“It wasn’t an ideal way to start things, but you were playing to the scene,” you sigh, “But no, you didn’t take advantage of me Dave. I knew what I was doing, and I keep private recordings of all my streams, for posterity and for when I need to plug content. If I wanted to fuck you over, I could have.”

“What are you saying, exactly?”

“If you had made me do anything I didn’t want, you’d be fucked Dave. Fucked so hard.”

There’s a pause before Dave laughs aloud on the other end of the line and you can’t help but smile at his reaction. You’ve missed that sound. Missed him.

“You’re a fucking clever woman and I’m glad you’re looking after yourself.”

You don’t know how to respond to that. You want to take the praise, take the win, but there’s an unease to it all. You’ve only learned to protect yourself because you’d done it all on instinct. You know that no-one else will look out for you if things go wrong.

“It’s all I know,” you say as you take a deep breath, tears threatening at the corners of your eyes, “But I need to finish getting ready.”

“Of course, I won’t keep you.”

You almost hang up then and there, sever the connection before it has chance to take root once more. But there’s something you can’t continue to ignore.

“Thanks for giving me space, Dave. It meant the world to me.”

“No need to thank me.”

“Yeah, ok. See you soon?” you say, hesitation making you linger on the line, you don’t want to stop talking to him, not after so long with no contact.

“Yeah, see you soon.”

The call drops and you feel a hollowness to your bones. Like hearing Dave’s voice after so long had ripped open a half-healed wound. Your fingertips burn and your chest heaves as you set your phone down on the bed. You look at yourself in the mirror and try to hype yourself up a little.

You’re in a loose sweater and jeans, low heeled boots, nothing fancy. You just want to get through the night with as little drama as possible. Turning up in anything but something comfy would only set your mother off, you just know it.

“You ready to go?”

Ash asks as she leans against the doorframe, arms folded across her chest as she looks at you. You know she wants to say something, disapproval written all over her face.

“Yeah, let me just get my purse,” you respond, stowing your phone and slinging your bag over your shoulder. You check that you’ve got your key to the apartment and your wallet before nodding feebly to Ash.

~*~

Dave jumps up from the sofa as he hears the doorbell, his heart thundering in his chest as he hears Nancy open the door. He stops himself at the bottom of the basement stairs when he hears a masculine voice in place of your own.

“Hey there, Nance,” Dave bristles at the nickname, Nancy never lets him call her anything but her given name. Something about the stranger at his door immediately has him on edge. He heads back into his office to check the porch camera.

A mousey looking man, maybe ten years his senior stands at the front door, wringing his hands before stepping in to hug Nancy just out of frame. He immediately checks the rest of the security cameras are working as expected, tracking Nancy and the mystery man into the kitchen before making sure the feed is being recorded and backed up to the cloud.

“Oh Andy, you know I hate that nickname,” Nancy giggles and Dave almost scoffs at the playful flirtatious tone.

“And you know I hate Andy just as much. Kiddo here yet?”  

“No, she’s due any minute. Dave, stop sulking and help us lay the table,” Nancy hollers down the hall.

Dave rolls his eyes and does as he’s told, even if he already feels like something is amiss. He doesn’t like surprises and he pulls out his phone. He tries to call you, but it goes straight to voicemail. He types out a quick text.

Duke 🎷: Some guy called Andy’s here. Just wanted you to know.

The doorbell rings a second time just as he hits send. His stomach drops when he hears Nancy ask Andy to answer the door. He’s taking the stairs two at a time in an attempt to cut him off, but he knows he’s too late as he hears the door open.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” Andy’s voice is softer when speaking to you, more familiar.

Then Dave hears it, a word that takes his breath away like he’s been winded.

“Dad?”

~*~

The whole ride to Dave’s house had been filled with tense silence, your stomach doing flips as you tried to mentally prepare yourself. But what you hadn’t anticipated was your father being the first person you see. He looks good, short hair a shade lighter, fewer greys and more white hairs streaking through.

“What are you doing here?”

Ash is still parked at the end of the drive, waiting for the signal for her to leave. You turn over your shoulder and you see her peering out of the window to assess the situation.

“Good to see you too, sweetheart,” he chuckles as he tries to pull you into a hug. You step back, throwing your hands up defensively as you shake your head.

“I think I made a mistake, I’m sorry.”

You’re already backing up, mouth dry and heart threatening to burst from your chest when you hear Dave say your name. Your eyes dart up to see him, standing at the top of the stairs to the basement, he’s deathly pale as he lingers there. His dark eyes are wide, filled with horror laced with compassion. A ghost in his own home.

“Shut the damned door, you’re letting the heat out,” your mom huffs as she comes to see what the fuss is all about.

“Oh honey, come on in, you’ll catch your death standing out there like that.”

She pushes your father out of the way, and you feel like your body isn’t your own as she ushers you inside. The hollowness inside you grows, a dark, dank maw threatening to tear you apart as you hear the door shut with a thud behind you.

“What can I get you to drink? Some wine?”

Your mother guides you to the kitchen, practically pushing you into the stool as she heads to the fridge. She pours you a glass of rosé and you take it without thinking. Your ears are filled with a droning buzz, saliva pools in your mouth as you feel panic rising in your throat. You want to scream, to get the fuck out of there. But all you can do is comply.

“Sorry, I need to hit the bathroom,” you mumble as you get up on shaky legs, your wine untouched as you practically run upstairs.

“Dave,” your mother’s voice grates on you as you hear him screech at him, “Where is that man?”

You know where he is, you’re looking at him, leaning back on the wall. Eyes locked with you as he shakes his phone at you. You nod slowly as you ascend the stairs, fishing out your phone as you hurry towards the room you once called your own.

You unlock your phone as you close the door behind you. Three unread messages from Dave.

Duke 🎷: Some guy called Andy’s here. Just wanted you to know.

Duke 🎷: I didn’t know, I’m sorry.

Duke 🎷: Are you ok?

You bring up his contact and hit call. You don’t care about anything else right now, you just need to vent, and texting just won’t cut it. You lock the door and sit down at your desk, logging in by sheer habit as you wait for Dave to pick up. You hear him shout something about a work call to your mom and you allow yourself to smirk. You know she’ll hate that he’s taken a work call in the middle of her all-important dinner.

“This is risky,” you hear Dave growl down the line, but you don’t care about the risk, not right now.

“What the fuck is going on, Dave?”

You hiss down the line as you pull up your browser out of instinct and the homepage is all wrong. You should have saved folders on the bookmarks bar, links to your online banking, your social media links. But it’s all gone.

“I told you I didn’t know,” Dave grunts as you hear him flop down with a sigh, presumably at his desk.

You’re only half-listening to him now, your fingers typing furiously as you bring up an app on your computer. You’d installed it back when you started cam work, a tamper-proof software that tracked logins, provided antivirus protection amongst other things.

“I can drive you home if this is too-,”

“That fucking bitch,” you snap, not listening to Dave anymore as you read through the logs. Over the last four weeks your computer has had over twelve incidents of failed login attempts. Next to every failed attempt there’s an attached image. Every time it’s a picture of your mom, brow pinched, thin lips set in a hard line.

“What are you talking about?”

“She’s been trying to access my computer, Dave.”

There’s silence on the other end of the call, too long for it to mean nothing but you’re already taking screenshots and attaching them to emails. You’re documenting everything you can, yet another learned behavior kicking in, protecting yourself from her.

“She’s been snooping in your room a lot lately,” he says, guilt evident in his tone.

“You knew? How?”

“I have motion sensors and security cameras all over the house, my job makes it necessary.”

“You’ve been spying on me?”

“What? No,” it’s Dave’s turn to get defensive, “I only have them on main access points, the kitchen, hallways, the kind of stuff to make sure no-one is intruding without being… Intrusive.”

“Why didn’t you tell me she was doing this?” You snap, shutting down your computer before turning to look around your room. If she’s been on your computer she must have been snooping around the rest of your space.

“You asked me to not contact you,” Dave reminds you with a sigh, but you’ve already moved on, you’re not really mad at him.  

“She’s been through my prop box,” you groan as you pull out the plastic container from under the bed, two of your masks are missing, along with your favorite vibrator.

“How’d you know?”

“My vibe is missing, two masks too.”

Dave hisses down the phone in anger as you hear your mom hollering downstairs and you know you’re on borrowed time already.

“Your mom is calling me.”

“Go, I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Hey,” Dave’s tone softens and makes your heart ache, “I’ve got your back tonight, no matter what.”

“Thank you,” you want to say more, but you stop yourself. You don’t need to make tonight any more awkward than it already is. But it’s there, the treacherous thought, the ghost of a word you can’t dare think, let alone say aloud.

The call ends and you gain your composure with a cough and a roll of your shoulders. Your emotions are threatening to spill over, hemorrhaging from the gaping hole in your chest. Anger, betrayal, sorrow, love, loss, despair. They strain like water assaulting a sluicegate after a flood.

But it’s time to face the music, so you stand up, smooth down your sweater, and prepare yourself for whatever hell awaits you downstairs.

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[justagirlwholikesadam]

Quickie before Class

Jack Gladney (step dad) x Reader smut!

Please be warned! if you don't like the stepcest then don't read it!! I don't know why i wrote this but i did. BTW i used google translate for the German. 

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You shouldn't have been teasing Jack. You couldn't help it though. Babette and the rest of your siblings were gone. She had taken them to school already. You and Jack were the only one in the kitchen finishing up breakfast. Jack had offered you a ride to the university while he was cutting his pancakes. Jack offers you lots of rides since that night. You didn't mind it, Jack wasn't all that bad as your mother had mentioned to you before.

Jack was a professor from the university you went, he taught Hitler studies. Jack happens to be your stepfather as well. Everything seemed normal until you came home from a party late one weekend, you had snuck back inside and quietly tiptoe into your room where you found Jack. He was inside your room, leaned against the dresser with his cock out. You watched as he moaned while using your underwear, rubbing it against his cock. 

That was a while back, you did confront him about it.  You realized Jack was much better than the college guys you slept with and he realized you were better than Babette. You wore a jean skirt today, knowing it was his favorite. You wore a tee shirt with the school logo and a pair of sneakers. You were sitting next to him finishing your toast as he read the morning newspaper. You saw he finished his plate of pancakes a few minutes ago. You eyed at the clock hanging on the wall across from you. There was still time left before class started. You sighed loudly, catching his attention as you pushed yourself along with the chair away from the table.

He watched you carefully over the newspaper as you spread your legs wide open. The skirt was pushed up. His brown eyes looked straight at your bare cunt. He raised his brows at you. Jack didn't like it when you wore skirts without any underwear. “Little slut.” He would tell you before stuffing his fingers into your cunt.

Jack is already hard when he sees you with your legs spread open and your hand playing with your pussy in front of him. He drops the newspaper down on his plate and clears his throat.

“Need a hand, princess?” Jack asks as he watches you rub your clit in front of him. You shake your head and continue to play with yourself. Jack knew you were lying. You always needed ‘Daddy’s hands’ to cum.

He looked down to see the time on his watch. He rubs his hands together as he looks at the time again then back at you. You gave him a smile.

Jack was quick when he stood up, pulling you by the arm. You rose from the seat and was pushed against the kitchen counter. You can hear Jack mumbling behind you as he bends you over.

“Dreckiges Mädchen.” (Dirty Girl) Jack whispered in German as he leaned over to kiss the back of your head while his hands were pulling the jean skirt further up to your hips.

“Du liebst es, wenn ich mich so verhalte, eine Hure.”(You love it when I act like a whore.)

You whispered to Jack in German making him grin as he looked down, his hands spreading your ass open. He squeezes your ass, fondling it with his big hands. He groans at the sight of your holes when you prop your left leg on top of the counter.

Jack, your step dad didn’t have a long cock but his cock was the thickest you ever seen. You were between Jack's legs when you first saw it that night in your room. He was thick with veins running up and down his cock, you licked on his heavy balls as you used both hands to jerk him off. He got off by you gagging on his cock, eyes red and watery while your mouth was full with your step daddy’s cock. He had smeared the cum over your face. You gave him a smile as the pink fat mushroom head rubbed cum over your lips.  

You woke up the next day feeling sore between your legs and mouth. Making your way downstairs you sat across from him that morning. Both of you knew it wasn't a one time thing since you played footsie with him under the table. You ate your cereal quietly while he massaged your captured foot under the table.

“Fuc..k.” You heard Jack’s groan as he spit on his cock and jacks himself off.

“Open up for me, baby.” Jack moans as he taps the head of his cock on your ass. You let out a whine when you felt his cock nudging between your lips, you moaned out loud when you felt him slide himself inside. The sensation of his fat cock expanding your walls was painfully good.

“Pussy so good baby. You're my girl right, baby? Tell me you're my good girl.” Jack tells you as he leans against you and starts fucking you. You were moaning when Jack stuffed his fat fingers in your mouth, you can taste the maple syrup on his fingers from his breakfast.

“Tell me, you're my good girl?” Jack tells you again while his fingers slips out of your mouth as he kept fucking you hard. Drool spilled from the corner of your mouth, as Jack’s fingers slipped out of your mouth and held the back of your neck, to hold you down. Your stretched leg on the edge of the counter was starting to become numb but it felt good to move. You were at a good level, Jack was tall and he didn't have a need to bend too much at this position.

“I’m your good girl daddy.” You mewl out as you feel Jack’s other hand go between your legs. His fingers rubbing your clit as he kept pounding you.

“That’s it, keep clenching daddy’s cock.” He says making you whimper as his cock keeps thrusting in a rough pace.

“Take it. T-T-Take daddy’s cock.” Jack mumbled behind you as his balls slapped against your puffy lips, sending shocks to your throbbing clit everywhere his balls were mushed against your clit.

You heard Jack chuckling when you cry out as he rubs your clit quickly, your hands were sliding off the marble counter but you kept your gripped when Jack pulled you up in a standing up position. The position had made you moaning out loud as you felt his cock deeper inside of you.

You feel his soft and pudgy stomach press up against your ass as he keeps thrusting into you.

“Du wurdest nur für mich gemacht.” (You were made just for me.) Jack tells you when you came on his cock. He held onto you as whimpered, clenching around him. Jack kissed your back as he waited for you to come down from your high. He waited for you to look over your shoulder to give him a nod. He took a deep breath when he gave him a nod, he made you cum and now it was his turn.

You whined as you felt his cock sliding in and out of you, you were grunting every time he slammed into you. You blushed at the squelch sound you made when he started to fucked you harder.

“Com’ on. Com’ on.” Jack hissed as he leans you over and stats to fuck you into a quicker and faster pace. Your head bob up and down as he held on to your shoulders as he fucked you. You cry out when you feel him stop and pressed his hips against your ass. You dropped your mouth open when you felt him cumming, you let out a moan as he let go of your shoulders. You laid your head down, forehead against the marble counter, you had lost feeling on your leg that was still up on the counter. Your other leg was barely standing, your inner thigh twitching.

You looked to the side of the wall and looked at the clock. Jack kissed your ass as he slowly moved your leg  off of the counter down the ground. You whined when you felt the blood rushing through your leg. Jack held your ankle as he mumbled against your skin. He had even kneel down. His fingers softly messaging the numbed ankle all the way up to your thigh. His fingers played with the hem of the skirt for a while before pulling it down to cover your ass.

“Thank you, daddy.” You said as you pushed yourself away from the counter.

“Go upstairs and put on some underwear. We have to leave now. You don’t want daddy to be late, do you?” Jack said as he walked with you out of the kitchen. You felt him rub your arm as he took you by the staircase.

“Hurry up! I’m gonna check when you come down.” Jack yelled out as he walked back to the kitchen, picking the plates off the table to soak in the sink.

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[one-time-i-dreamt]

My cousin's stepdad kept making fun of the items I was gonna sell at a garage sale, calling me stupid for thinking anyone was going to buy them. Meanwhile, a group of roughly 5 people listened into all my conversations from massive pipes under my house as part of their efforts to ruin my life. I knew they were there, but everyone else thought I was insane.

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[dylanisdazed]

Ooo can you tell us about the time you saw someone masturbate secretly? 😈😈

Okay okay, so one of the times 👀

I was like 13-14 and my stepdad always went to bed earlier than my mom, usually because he would fall asleep on the couch and snore INSANELY loud, so my mom would wake him up and make him go to bed 😂 and if he didn’t go to bed before my mom, they would go together.

One night it was like midnight and I opened my door to go downstairs and get a snack but the TV was still on. I had heard my mom go to bed earlier and just assumed they both went, so I thought that was weird. I also didn’t hear apocalyptic snoring so I knew he wasn’t asleep on the couch 😂.

I figured they had just forgotten and left the tv on. I went downstairs quietly, cuz I was always quiet late at night in the house. Our living room had two big archways going into it. One from the entry and one from the kitchen. The couches were facing the tv/kitchen arch. I peeked around the back arch and saw my stepdad sitting in the couch, underwear around his ankles with a blanket beside him at the ready to cover up just in case.

He had his ipad with porn on it propped up next to him.

When I first saw him, I froze. I couldn’t look away and whether it was attractive or not, the excitement of the moment gave me an instant boner. But yeah he was attractive too lol. Then I walked out, back to the stairs. I was so afraid of getting caught, but I really wanted to watch. I peeked back around and saw his thick hairy cock in his hand. I slipped my hand in my shorts but I didn’t even need to stroke, I came just seeing my stepdad touching himself.

He kept stroking and edging and watched a couple videos before blowing his load. He lifted up his shirt and shot all over his stomach and chest. He had a paper towel on the coffee table in preparation. He wiped himself up and I bolted upstairs. About ten minutes later I heard him turning everything off and going to bed.

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Lujuria Nocturna ✨

La sexomnia, también conocida como sonambulismo sexual, es un trastorno del sueño o parasomnia. Este trastorno provoca que la persona que lo padece sea capaz de mantener relaciones sexuales mientras duerme, pero, al despertar, no recuerda nada de lo ocurrido.

El día en el que Stiles conoce a su nuevo padrastro. Un apuesto ejecutivo quién se casa con su madre por negocios. Lo detesta inmediatamente. Pero al llegar la primera noche de su luna de miel, tal vez el Sr Hale no es tan desagradable después de todo.

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Daddy Knows Best Masterlist

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: StepDad!August Walker x StepDaughter!Reader

Summary: August Walker and your father were once friends. One mission, a single decision, made them enemies. August decides he needs to get his revenge. And what better way, than to become your new Daddy? {DARK FIC}

Dividers by: @saradika

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Parts: I - II - III - IV - V (possibly on hiatus)

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E Gadd: I'm a scientist, but f*ck it! *Flips off Giovanni* These are MY boys!

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The Princess and The Duke Chapter 4: Like Real People Do.

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The Princess and The Duke Chapter 4: Like Real People Do

“She’ll be home soon you know?”

Dave says, lips brushing your skin as he pulls you back against him. You whine at the way his half-hard dick presses into the small of your back. You don’t want to move, you want to stay like this, for as long as you can. But you know you’re on borrowed time. The coral-amber light of dawn illuminates your room, bathing you both in a honeyed glow.

“Fuck her.”

You grumble, you know it’s petty, petulant even, but now you’ve had a taste of Dave, there’s no going back.

“Luna, baby,” He purrs in your ear as he trails a hand down your stomach, his lips latch onto the shell of your ear as he nips gently at your skin, “You make it so hard,” He grinds his dick against your ass, as emphasis to the word hard, “To say no to you.”

You gasp at the sensation as you rub back against him. You’re already so needy for his touch, desperate to have him again. His hand slips further down your body, and you arch back into him as he ghosts his fingertips over your clit. He dips down further, gliding through your folds, gathering your slick on his fingers before rubbing slow, firm circles around your swollen clit.

“Dave, please.”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me, like this.” You mewl as you turn your head, lips parted as you look up to see Dave’s eyes blown out with desire as he leans in to kiss you. The angle is awkward, but you’ll take anything Dave will give you. Your lips press together softly, a tenderness you’d never expected with Dave but it’s more addictive than the sex. But you push that feeling down, it’s too close, too much like you’re catching feelings, which you cannot let happen.  

“Have to be quick, I meant it when I said your mom’s going to be home soon.” He whispers against your lips as he continues to toy with your swollen bud.

“Don’t care, just need you, now.” You whine as you push back against his weeping tip, manoeuvring your hips so that you’re angled just right for him to take you.

“Fuck you’re so bad.”

Dave doesn’t give you quarter to quip back at him about how he’s the one fucking his stepdaughter. His lips are back on yours as he notches himself at your entrance. You lick into his mouth as he eases into you. Your knees are clamped together, making everything impossibly close and oh-so-intimate.

“Fuck, so tight like this,” Dave growls as he breaks the kiss, panting heavily as he bottoms out inside you, “Such a sweet pussy.”

“So full.” You groan, as you feel your walls clamp tight around him.

“Can I mark you?” He huffs into your ear as his ministrations on your clit become more frantic as he finally starts to move.

“Yes, anything for you Dave, just not above the neckline, my viewers might get jealous.” You huff out a small laugh as you also think of the consequences if your mom saw it.

“Let them be jealous, you’re all mine now.”

Your pussy clenches as his words, the possessiveness unravelling any sense of feminism from your mind. You want to be his, in every sense of the word. But Dave does as instructed, settling for a spot just shy of your shoulder blade.

“Oh, you like that huh?” Dave sneers as he peppers kisses along your shoulder, “Like it when I call you mine?”

“Yes, fuck, I’m yours Dave, all yours.”

“Good girl.” He murmurs against the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine as he picks up the pace. His one arm is looped around your belly, holding you firm against him as he snaps his hips against your ass. The other hand toys with your clit, you’re surrounded by Dave, filled to the brim with him as he sucks and bites at your flesh. It’s suffocating but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Gonna come, fuck, Dave!” You cry out as your orgasm hits you hard. It ripples through you like a cresting wave, you hit your peak as you squeeze your eyes tightly shut. Hit after hit of pleasure rocks through you, making your legs tremble and you dig your fingernails into Dave’s forearm, not caring if you leave a mark. There’s nothing else on your mind but the way Dave ruts into you, fucking you through your high as he steadily reaches his own.

Your body rocks with every pulse of your cunt around his cock, making you writhe under Dave’s firm grip. Dave’s fingers continue to rub tight circles around your overstimulated clit as his thrusts get faster. Every rake of his dick through your walls makes you tremble as his rhythm starts to falter.

“Dave, please, come inside me, fill me up.”

That does it for him. In seconds he’s grunting low in your ear as he pumps you full of his spend. He finishes with a soft growl as he holds you tight against him, lips peppering your skin as he pays particular attention to where he left his mark on you.

“So, you calling me Luna now huh?”

“Maybe. You like it when I call you your stage name?” Dave buries his nose in your hairline as he breathes you in. There’s a delicious perversion to the way you both savour each other. Be it your kisses, your tender drag of fingertips over skin, but most importantly the way you seem to both be intoxicated by the other’s scent.

“I like that you call it a stage name, and that you’re so cool with what I do for a living.”

You say softly, running your fingertips over the fine, soft hair on Dave’s forearms as you cling to him. You know he needs to pull out, you know you need to pee, and shower, and actually stop fucking for at least a few hours. But you don’t want any of that, you just want Dave. Here, now, with you. Forever.

“Baby, I was watching your channel for months before I knew it was you, wasn’t shy with my tipping either. I’d be an awful hypocrite if I didn’t approve of sex work.”

You giggle as he tightens his grip around your waist, clearly just as desperate as you for this moment to last forever.

Dangerous waters.

You think to yourself, but you don’t want to sour the mood with reality, not when you can live in the fantasy just a little longer. At least until she comes home.

“I’ve just never felt like I could admit what I do to anyone, let alone someone I’m sleeping with.” You admit, guilt pooling in your belly as you squeeze your eyes shut, as if that would help numb the involuntary ripple of disgust and shame that rocks through you.

“I know you didn’t exactly choose to tell me, but I hope you know I would have accepted it, no matter what.”

Tears well in your eyes as you turn, carefully navigating his soft cock sliding out of you, sure not to hurt him as you fawn up into his soft, chocolate brown eyes.

“Dave, I-!”

“I’m home!”

Your mom’s voice hits you like a slap in the face, your skin pebbles with goosebumps as you see Dave’s smile sour. His plush lips twist into a grimace as he gently pushes you away, rolling out of your bed without another word. He dresses with lightning speed; you barely have time to put on a brave face as he reaches the door.

“See you later Luna.” 

Then he’s gone, your bedroom door closing with a soft click behind him. You hear him greet your mom with enthusiasm. The pain that bursts into your chest like the thrust of a knife is harrowing, twisting into your heart. It forces you to get up. You can’t be wrapped in the sheets stained with your combined scent, for fear it’ll drive you to despair.

You take your Bluetooth speaker into your ensuite, turning the volume up loud as Angry from the new Rolling Stones album comes on. It’s the first track so you shouldn’t be surprised, but it fits, you’re angry and you don’t want to hide your emotions anymore.

~*~

Three weeks go by and you’re planning to go out with a group of friends for your birthday. The big three-o which everyone but you seem to be panicking about.

But that’s not why you’re so bummed out.

The last few weeks have been hell, your mom has been all over Dave like a fucking rash. Every time you see him, she’s there. She’s drinking less, clearly seeing Bryce less, and that leaves no time for you and Dave. He even stopped texting back as of last week.

You feel like you’ve been played the fool, Dave got what he wanted, and he could just go back to playing the good husband – who definitely didn’t fuck his stepdaughter multiple times – and pretend that what you two did never happened.

He still watches your livestreams and you’re already in half a mind to block his account from your channel. You’ve hovered over the block button three times tonight already, bitterness poisoning you from the inside-out.

You’re finishing up your make-up when your text tone makes you flinch, smudging your mascara over your eyelid as you curse. You grab a make-up wipe to dab at the black smudge, trying not to disturb the beautiful smoky glitter look you’d spent the last half an hour perfecting.

Duke🎷: Hey, you free tonight? We need to talk.

You see red, your teeth clenching painfully as you try not to scream in frustration. You decide not to answer, putting your phone on Do Not Disturb before working to fix your make-up. You continue getting ready, slipping into a pair of black leather pants and a silk blouse before shucking on some low heels.

You spritz some perfume over your body and grab your wallet, keys, and phone, slipping them into your purse before you take one final look at yourself in the mirror. You look amazing, and you really hope Dave is around as you head downstairs; you want him to see what he’s been neglecting.

Some part of you deep down knows that he’s not hurting you on purpose, that he’s navigating the shitty prenup – the prenup you fucking drew up – as best he can. But the least he could fucking do is let you know. All he needed to do is pick up the phone and lay it out plainly for you.

Maybe that’s what he’s trying to do?

You think to yourself as you head downstairs. But it’s been three weeks, he’s not been away on business in that time. He’s been laughing and flirting and likely fucking your mom the whole time. The thought makes you sick as you feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You hate yourself for how bent out of shape you are.

“You heading out?” Your mom’s voice snaps you out of your thought spiral. You look up and your heart is in your throat as you see them – both of them – in the living room, watching some shit on TV. He’s holding her against his side, just like he held you that night after he rescued you from Tristan.

His eyes go wide as he sees you, there’s a mix of horror, shame, and something darker on his face as he takes you in. You don’t miss the way his arm jerks away from your mom’s shoulders, nor do you miss the way his eyes rove over you like a starved animal.

Good.

You think as you subtly puff your chest out, making sure you maintain eye contact with Dave as you do.

“Yeah, Ashleigh’s taking me out, for my birthday.”

“Oh yeah, happy birthday hon, we should go out next weekend and celebrate!” Your mom says with a forced smile as you watch her realise that she’d forgotten your birthday, again. Dave’s mouth falls open and his face pales as he registers what’s going on.

“Sure mom, whatever, I probably won’t be home tonight, don’t wait up.”

“Ok hon, if you’re sure?” Your mom’s voice is strained as she seems to realise for the first time in your life that she’s wronged you.

“Yeah, have a good night in together.” There’s too much venom in your tone but you just don’t care, you just hope your mom is too oblivious to notice, but you see the way Dave’s face is contorted in abject fury as you cock your head to the side in mock whimsy.  

“Night hon, have a good time!”

Your mom’s voice filters through the air behind you as you try to remain calm, but you’re shaking bodily as you stride over to the Uber parked on the other side of the road. Your blood rushes in your ears as you confirm the destination with the driver. You barely register the tears already tracking down your face as you dab them away with the back of your hand. You’re just thankful you remembered to use setting spray.

You unlock your phone and see another message from Dave as you take it off Do Not Disturb.

Duke🎷: I’m sorry. Happy Birthday.  

~*~

“Happy Birthday!”

Ashleigh, Mike, and Peter cry out as a massive bowl of something blue and alcoholic is placed on the table between you. Your friends know better than to get you a cake and you smile through the pain in your chest as you pick up the bowl with both hands.

“To being old!” You crow, not believing the sentiment for a moment. You’ve never had qualms about aging, but as the elder of the group, you know you have to keep up appearances.

There’s a chorus of cheers as you take a large gulp of the cocktail, forgoing the straws to drink straight from the bowl. Ash is dressed to kill in a tight crimson body con dress with heels to match. Her blonde waves styled up to expose the lean column of her neck.

Peter is dazzling in a purple sequinned shirt, and leather trousers even tighter than your own as he scans the crowd for his date. His jet black hair slicked back with pomade as his angular face is made up masterfully, contours and highlights for days. His dark eyes are framed with massive purple bejewelled eyelash extensions you could never dream of pulling off, yet here he is, putting everyone else in the bar to shame.

Mike keeps stealing glances at you, thinking he’s being subtle as he sits in his acid washed jeans, Metallica band t-shirt, and maroon cowboy boots. His mousey hair is splintered with auburn and chocolate brown. His hazel eyes are shy, but kind. You almost feel bad about his unrequited crush on you. But he’s just not your type.

“Damn girl, you’re not messing around!” Peter laughs as he knocks back a shot of vodka before settling on one of the four straws on the bowl.

“Yeah well, I need to get drunk tonight.” You laugh as you purse your lips around your own straw as you try not to think about the reasons why. The music in the bar is thankfully low enough you’re not having to scream over it to understand one another, but it’s still too much, you don’t want to be out. There’s only one place you want to be, and you don’t want to think about it. About him.

“Your mom forget again?”

“How’d you guess?” You ask with an exaggerated roll of your eyes. All three of your friends give you a look that makes your stomach twist. You hate the pity, but you just guess it’s a natural reaction to your situation.

“At this rate, it’s the safe bet.”

Peter says with a judgemental look, clearly aimed more at your mom than you.

“Fair.” You shrug as you feel the twist of grief in your gut.

Grief for a loss you know you have no right to feel.

“You wanna go home?” Ash asks, placing a hand on your arm. She knows you too well, but you can’t go home, not right now.

“Nah, home is the last place I want to be right now, give me a minute, need to pee.”

You strut through the bar, aware of the eyes on you as you lift your head high. You fish your phone out of your purse and ignore the string of texts from both your mother and Dave. You’ve even got a missed call from your mom, and you scoff.

That’s a first.

You think to yourself as you open the camera app and set your purse down on the middle sink before getting ready to pose in the mirror. You angle the camera lens just right, so your face is cut off above your lips. You take a few shots, unbuttoning your blouse just enough to reveal your lacy bra and pushed up cleavage.

You apply a few filters on the best shot before loading your Cam Dolls account. You go to the status update section, and you know exactly what to write.

Hey Daddies, I’m out on the town tonight but I’m feeling rather glum. My Daddy forgot my birthday, he’s been awful mean, ignoring me for weeks now. I’m so horny and lonely, might just have to find some boy toy tonight.

What do you think Daddies? Does he deserve to be cucked? Let me know in the comments. 😘 Xx

You hit send and put your phone back in your purse. You know Dave will see it, and you hope it drives him mad. It’s petty, and you should be mature enough to not play such childish games, but you never thought fucking Dave would have such an impact on you emotionally.

Not that there’s anything there. You’re just horny. You have not – and will not – catch feelings.  

You lie to yourself as you head back out to get absolutely wasted with your friends.

~*~

Dave sits at his desk, fists curling and uncurling as he reads comment after comment calling for him to get cucked. He knows it’s his own fault. He knows he caused this resentment, this pain. But it doesn’t make it any easier to deal with.

He should have talked to you about the situation, found time to get you alone so he could reassure you. But he didn’t. Every time there was a window, he busied himself with work admin, working out, or cleaning the house, anything instead of being open and honest with you.

It’s not like he can tell you the full truth, no, that’d put you in too much danger, but what else was he to do? Lie? Create another alternative set of the facts to cover for his cover?

“Fuck.”

He growls aloud as he leans back in his office chair. He’s already worked out what bar you are at, the bathroom stalls and décor an easy indicator to work on. He’d scrolled through the likely bars in Austin’s Instagram profiles, selecting a range of women’s profiles, before shaking his head at the way people just advertise their location so easily these days.

It had taken him less than half an hour and he knows exactly what bar you’re at. He could just get in the car, pick you up and bring you home.

But to what end?

He thinks to himself, your mom is still awake, he’d made an excuse to come down to the basement, something about a work emergency. If he brought you home, you’d just be pissed, and you wouldn’t be able to talk with your mom still awake anyway.

Then it strikes him.

I don’t have to bring her home.

~*~

You dance without rhythm between Mike and Ashleigh, Peter and his boyfriend are making out in a booth somewhere. You’re wasted, worse than the night with Tristan, but you just don’t care. The ache in your chest is dulled somewhat as you feel Mike’s hands fall to your hips.

“You’re so beautiful.”

You flinch as you hear the words in your ear, his lips ghost the column of your neck and you feel an instinctive twist in your core. You almost like the way his lips feel on your skin, but something about it feels wrong. Like you’re cheating.

“Mike, no.” You grumble softly but there’s no fight in it, you’re so trashed it’s not funny. You’re also so needy, you’re almost considering it when the thought of Dave flashes across your mind again. You may have teased the cucking on your channel, but never did you think you’d follow through.

“Don’t like seeing you sad baby,” You shudder at the pet name, your thoughts once again going straight back to Dave, “Let me make you feel better, no strings, let’s just go back to mine.”

“Mike, I said no.” You protest meekly as you try and pull away, but his hands are firm on your waist as he grinds his pelvis against your ass. You feel sick as you feel the hardness of his dick rubbing against your tight pants.

“Hey, Mike, she said no.” Ashleigh is suddenly up in your personal space, glaring over your shoulder up at Mike as she yanks his hands from your body.

“Shit, sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” He stutters as you feel him move away.

“Yeah, well take a lap before I knock you the fuck out.”

Mike mutters something under his breath but you’re not lucid enough to catch it. You look up with bleary eyes at Ashleigh and she shakes her head at you.

“Come on, we’re going back to mine, you’re a fucking mess.” She says as she loops her strong arm around you, guiding you out of the club as you let the tears flow.

She’s right, I am a fucking mess.

~*~

You aren’t here.

Dave’s blood pressure is through the roof as he does another scan of the bar. He nurses his beer as he leans against the door by the wall. He’s scanning the floor for your friend Ashleigh but she’s not here either. Then he hears your name being barked by someone to his right.

“The fuck did you do Mike?” The disco ball of a man to Dave’s right demands of the milquetoast man before him.

“Nothing Peter, I just, I fucked up ok? I thought she was finally going to say yes.”

“And how fucking drunk was she Mike? Was she sober enough to say yes?” Peter snaps as he shakes his head at the taller man.

Dave vaguely recognises Peter now, he’s seen him in your instagram stories and reels. But the other man he doesn’t recognise, but he clearly seems to know you.

“Excuse me fellas,” Dave heads over, and both men narrow their eyes at him for a split second before realising that the way Dave carries himself means he’s not someone to be fucked with, “Have you seen this girl?”

He holds up your instagram profile and Peter’s brow immediately raises at him. Mike goes to say something but he’s quickly shushed by Peter.

“What’s it to you? You the dick she’s been crying over all night? Here to upset her even more?” Peter snaps as he steps into Dave’s personal space. He might be shorter than David, but Peter is anything but timid.

“She’s been crying?” Dave’s voice breaks, his usually finely curated façade cracking as his chest twists in shame.

“Jesus, you don’t deserve someone like her, go home old man, find someone else to mess with.”

That sets David off, something primal flaring in his mind as he grabs the collar of Peter’s glittering shirt. He pulls him close, but Peter doesn’t so much as flinch. Instead, he just holds Dave’s gaze, lips twitching in amusement, as if issuing a non-verbal challenge.

“What are you going to do? Hit me? Go on then, show her exactly the kind of man you are, beating on her friends when they’re trying to protect her. I bet she’ll love that.”

Dave’s jaw ticks to the side, the thrill of violence bubbling under the surface. He really wants to hurt someone, but Peter’s right, what would this even prove? He lets the younger man go, holding up his hands in surrender as he realises, he’s gone too far.

“Sorry man, just worried about her, I’m her stepdad, not her boyfriend or whatever. She’s been going through a lot; her mom forgot her birthday.”

“Yeah, well, not sure what kind of man you are if you married Nancy, but get used to the way she treats her daughter. She’s never been anything but a piece of shit.”

Dave’s nostrils flare at the harsh words but it’s not new information, not by a long shot, it just hurts to hear it from someone else. Peter looks Dave up and down with scorn as he casts his judgement. Dave finds himself kind of liking him, despite the verbal reprimand.

“Starting to see that, finally.” Dave says with a sigh as he rubs one of his hands over his jaw, pulling at the skin in frustration as he shakes his head.

“You know where she’s gone?”

“She’ll be with Ashleigh, but I don’t think she wants to see anyone right now, even her stepdad.” Peter says the title with a knowing tone to his voice and Dave’s jaw clenches before he composes himself.

“Noted,” Dave throws a few bills down on the table, “Next rounds on me, enjoy the rest of your night boys.”

Dave storms out of the club and pulls out his phone, immediately pulling up your contact.

Duke🎷: I’m really sorry, please, can we talk when you get home?

To his surprise you start typing straight away. His heart races as he waits for you to hit send. He’s casting his eyes up and around him as he heads back to his car, as he waits for your answer, knowing all too well how vulnerable someone is when texting and walking.

Princess🌙: Sure bed now fucked up too drunk. Miss you.

Duke🎷: Miss you too, princess.

~*~

You groan as you roll awake, forgetting where you are for a moment, and you yelp as you fall off Ashleigh’s narrow sofa with a thud.

“Morning sunshine, got you coffee, juice, and some water.”

Ashleigh chimes from somewhere above you. Your throat is burning and your head pounds aggressively as you silently vow to never drink again.

“Shit sorry Ash, didn’t mean to get so drunk.” You apologise with a whine as you roll onto your back. You open your eyes to see Ashleigh looking down you with a soft smile on her plush lips. She sets the drinks down on the table before flopping into her favourite armchair.

“Yeah well, you had every right to.”

“What do you mean?” You ask, sensing something more to her tone than her usual disapproval for your mother.

“Nothing,” She shakes her head, deciding against whatever she had been about to say before continuing, “Oh, Peter and Mike ran into someone last night, claiming to be your stepdad?”

“Ah shit, what happened?” You ask before downing the orange juice in one long gulp.

“Nothing, but why’s your stepdad chasing after your drunk ass babe?”

“He’s just worried about me, had to rescue me from the guy I went home with last time.”

“What?” Ash goes pale and she grabs your hand with two of hers, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Nothing happened, even head butted the guy, popped his nose.” You chuckle humourlessly as you recall the way that Tristan had manhandled you.

“Jesus, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left you alone, was thinking with my cunt.”

“It’s fine, you couldn’t have known he’d end up being rapey.” You shrug as you sip on your coffee.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment as you try and gather your emotions.

“Babe,” Ash says slowly, her face contorted in thought as she turns back to you, “How’d your stepdad even know where you were?”

Shit.

You meant it when you told Dave you’d never let anyone else in on your Cam Dolls secret, not even Ashleigh. But you aren’t ready to have that conversation right now.

“I don’t know.”

 You lie.

~*~

You take a deep breath as you exit Ash’s coupe, you give her a sheepish smile and wave as she drives off. You walk barefoot up to the porch, the sound of the garage door opening startles you as you fumble with your keys in the lock. You look over to see your mom’s Escalade roar through the automatic doors, your eyes go wide as she misses the bottom edge by a hair’s breadth as she lurches onto the driveway.

She’s careening all over the place as she swerves onto the main road. You stand in shock, terrified by what you just saw. You hear the door wrench open behind you and what you see makes you feel physically sick.

Dave’s holding a bloodied rag to his head as he lumbers through the doorway. He barely sees you as he collapses forwards onto the porch. You catch him at the last moment, hands trembling as you strain to keep him upright.

“Dave what the fuck?”

“S’nothing.” His words slur into one and you can see the vacant, wandering look in his eyes as he seems to be chasing focus every few seconds.

“This is not nothing Dave, I need to get you to a hospital.”

“No, n’hospitals.” He protests weakly before he unceremoniously passes out in your arms.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You mutter in rapid succession as you go against Dave’s wishes. If he hadn’t passed out, you might have obliged his request by looking after him at home. But you’ve seen enough violence in your life to know that concussions aren’t something to fuck around with.

By the time you’ve dragged Dave to his car and strapped him into the passenger seat you’re covered in sweat, blood, and your own tears as you can no longer hold your emotions in check. You’re trembling from overexertion as you back out of the garage. You blink through your tears as you force yourself to get it together. You head onto the main road into Austin with one thought on your mind.

I will destroy that fucking prenup, if it’s the last thing I do.

~*~

Dave’s throat is sore as he rouses to the sound of machines beeping around him. His eyes snap open and he hisses as the bright fluorescent lighting stings at his retinas.

“Hey, take it easy, doc said not to make any sudden movements.” Your voice filters through the brain fog and Dave relaxes instantly, even if the buzzing at the back of his brain tells him something is really fucking wrong.

“Said no hospitals.”

“Yeah, then you passed out on the porch, bleeding out. I can patch up most wounds Dave, but brain damage is beyond even me.”

“Brain damage?” Dave asks as he tries to open his eyes, slower this time, giving himself time to adjust.

“Uh-huh, tripping over the cat and falling down the stairs’ll do that to a man.” You say, affecting your voice slightly to try and signal for Dave to play along.

“Cat? What cat?”

“Jesus, you can’t remember Dennis? The orange menace?” You try again as he looks over at you with raised eyebrows, then it clicks.

She’s covering for me, and her mom.

“Shit yeah, damn I must have hit my head hard.” He forces a pained chuckle out as he starts to really come round. Nausea threatens to bring up what can only be bile right now, but he steels himself.

“There he is.” You coo softly as you rub your thumb over the back of his hand, making sure not to jostle the cannular that connects the IV to his skin.

“Hey.” He says airily as he smiles up at you, your head haloed by the lighting and if he were religious he’d even say you look like an angel.

“So, doctors want to keep you in overnight, they had to drain some fluid and they want to make sure the swelling is going down.”

“Reasonable, not my first concussion, nor first that has landed me in hospital.” He grunts as he shifts his hand, moving to cover yours with his as he squeezes as hard as he can, which in reality, isn’t very hard at all.

“I was so scared Dave, there was so much blood.” You sob as the tears come unbidden and Dave’s heart clenches and twists in his chest. He sits up, ignoring the swimming sensation behind his eyes as he pulls you against him.

“It’s ok, I’m here, I’m ok.”

“I thought I was going to lose you, and I was so angry at you, and I couldn’t bear the thought of never reconciling that with you.”

You press yourself against Dave, not caring for the tubes and shitty hospital gown rubbing and digging into your skin. You just need to be held, and to hold him. He smells sterile, and so unlike himself, but there’s a layer of something there, the smell of him just about filtering through and you cling to it.

“I know, I know, we have so much to talk about, I have so much to apologise for, but I’m here now, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Neither am I Dave, and we’re going to get through this, together.”

Dave rests his chin on the top of your head as he lets you ride it out in his arms. But the only thing he can think about is the way your mother struck him with her fist, the way rage built in his stomach as he forced himself to not react. He didn’t even see the candlestick coming.

“I promise, we will get through this, together.”

He boils alive inside with rage as he soothes you. He’s going to find a way to end this bullshit sham of a marriage.

No matter what it takes.

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