#stepson x reader

[messylustt]

Helloo, I came up with an idea of Ethan Landry X stepmom!Reader. It's pretty kinky, I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable. I wish you a fantastic day ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Also..Love your work so muchhhh.

not uncomfortable at all sweetheart x i love forbidden tropes.

౨ৎ ‧˚ 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧-𝐭𝐨-𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐦𝐨𝐦 (𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲) : scream

stepcest, kinda dub con, kinda big age-gap (ethan is 19 in this, so legal), people pleaser reader, manipulation, faint touch on bailey x reader (not detailed), finger in mouth (I do this a lot); cheating

You heard your fiancé call from your shared bedroom, asking where he had left his ties.

"The second draw in the closet, hon!" You call back as you drop the grocery bags and keys on the kitchen bench.

Ethan watches from the couch, a scowl on his face upon hearing the pet name falling from your lips. One would think he's just disgusted to hear his dad and almost mum being affectionate. But that's not the case at all.

When Ethan had first met you he was surprised to see how young you were. He had thought you were far too young for his dad, but that could also be clued up to the fact that he found you pretty. Beautiful in fact. And as he had let his gaze travel, gulping, he realised how fucked he was if a ring found it's way onto your finger.

And that's exactly what happened. His dad had proposed, and the wedding was scheduled, causing his response to every sweet thing you said to him to be sour and rude.

You thought Ethan didn't like you. You wanted to make an effort without seeming to intrusive. Quinn seemed to be fine with you, saying how she's glad that her dad has found someone.

Bailey walked out, tightening his tie. He gave you a passing smile before rushing out the door. The police firm had some sort of dinner, where Bailey was determined to make a good impression on his boss.

Ethan continued to watch you as his dad left, leaving you take out the grocceries alone. Ethan really couldn't believe that his dad had somehow scored you. He was old, and you were in all honesty closer to Ethan's age, a much more appropriate suitor for him.

Ethan always kept you at arms length as your close proximity left him on edge to act. There were many instances where Ethan could have touched you. Innocent touches that would send his hand into his boxers when the sun was gone. Your name just a mere whimper from his lips as his head hit back against his headboard. Even moments in public, when his dad was just in the next room, working, Ethan could have let his hand wander when you both sat on the couch.

"Hey, Ethan. Any preference for dinner?" You called to Ethan, placing random food items into the fridge and cupboard.

You always spoke so sweetly to him. Ethan knew how much you wanted him to like you. But as a stepson should like his stepmum. Nothing more. And that set the scowl back onto Ethan's face.

"I don't really care." He dismissed, turning to face the tv, clicking at the remote as he scanned channels. But he barely paid attention to the show, catching your melodious voice hum a quiet tune.

Ethan wanted you to shut up, because your sweet tasting voice was making his head spin with thoughts no son should be thinking. He was a good son. He was. But when he glanced behind him at the kitchen as you rolled your sleeves up, revealing even more skin, his resolve began to break.

But then you paused, glancing over at Ethan, who quickly busy's himself with the show, acting as though he'd never been eyeing you. "Do you mind if we just get take out? Since your dad is out all night, and Quinn is with a friend."

Ethan spared you glance, trying to cool the heat threating to spill from his gaze, as he nodded. You walk over to him, resting your hands behind him against the couch. Ethan stiffens, smelling your signature perfume. He shifts by the cushions. "You don't mind?" You ask softly.

Ethan glances up at you, his breath hitching, when he meets your gentle, almost tender gaze. "Uh, yeah. No, that's fine." He quickly says, turning back to face the tv.

"Great." You sigh, landing beside him on the couch, as you bring your phone out to call the nearby pizza place.

Ethan's gaze instantly goes to your bare legs, your shorts riding up past mid thigh. If he just tilted his head slightly, he could probably see your panties—

He coughs, placing a pillow over his lap, as he tries to get distracted by the show.

You then tap his shoulder, as you whisper in his ear, asking what pizza he'd like. Ethan had to quickly answer, saying a simple pepperoni, his mind too hazy to come up with anything more detailed.

Soon you're relaxed beside him on the couch, intently watching the show displayed on the screen. It's silent besides the series dialogue and your slow breathing. Ethan can't help but focus in on the latter, catching onto the way it hitches when something scary or surprising happened on screen.

Ethan had had to keep the pillow against his now prominent bulge. He couldn't let you see. But as you gradually drew closer to him, looking away with a gasp when a monster would jump out, screaming through the tv, Ethan slowly grew to want you to notice. Maybe you'd help him. But he knew that that was wishful thinking. You were with his dad, his soon to be stepmom. Ethan clenched his jaw.

"God, Ethan." You gasp. "How can you watch this stuff so calmly?" You ask, eyes wide as you stare at the screen. Your legs had curled up to your body, your chest heaving up and down quickly.

Then your hand flies out to grab Ethan's arm, your eyes shutting tight at a disgusting view of someone getting eaten alive. Ethan glanced down at your tight grip, a small smile slowly edging his lips.

He can't help but lean closer to you, whispering. "I didn't think you were such a pussy."

You open your eyes to meet Ethan's gaze. You go to retract your hand, but Ethan quickly grabs it, keeping it pressed to his body. "I wouldn't want my soon to be stepmom to hate me, for not giving her comfort when she's scared." He mocks out.

You scoff. "It's you who hates me." You say, letting Ethan rub his thumb over the skin of your hand, as you slightly jump when a monster again cries on screen.

"'Hate's' a bit harsh." Ethan says, liking the way you grip his hand tighter.

"But it's true." You shift your gaze back to him. "You don't really like me do you?" There was a sense of sadness in your voice. You really wanted everyone to feel comfortable with your new role. Especially Bailey's children.

Ethan tilts his head. A devious, very wrong plan 'light bulbs' over his head. He shouldn't want to execute it, but then you shuffle closer to him, trying to brush off your fear as you getting more comfrtable. You were desperate for the family to like you. And Ethan was going to use that to his advantage.

Ethan interlaces your hands, letting them drop to his lap, keeping you close if you chose to move away. "How 'bout I make you a deal."

You glance at him, brows furrowed. You hadn't paid too much attention to your hands being interwined because your heart was already racing from the film. "Hm?"

Ethan grins. The first smile you'd seen from him. "If you can make it through a horror film of my choosing, I'll be nicer to you."

You nibble your lip in thought. "But I don't expect you to be totally nice to me. I just want you to be comfortable—"

"I'll be comfortable with you if you make it through the entire movie." Ethan cuts in, shifting slightly closer to you.

You pause, taking a breath to prepare yourself. "Alright. Deal." You smile.

Ethan's grin widens as he grabs the remote, choosing the movie. He chose the scariest most disturbing one he knew, knowing you'd freak out and touch him again. He wanted to be able to comfort you without it seeming out of place.

The movie begins. And not even 10 minutes in your tucking you feet under a pillow, shifting closer to a satisfied Ethan. Ethan manages to lift his arm over the back of the couch, directely behind your body. You jump, placing your and over your eyes.

"No, no." Ethan says, grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand away. "You have to actually watch it."

"But, it's disgusting." You grimace. Ethan keeps his grip on your wrist, keeping your hand by his lap.

"You can always back out. But that means I won't like you being in this house." Ethan warns with a shrug.

A determined expression covers your face as you sit straighter, which resulted in your thigh being pressed against his own. Ethan finally lets his arm slip around your shoulder, just as a particually shocking jump scare makes you press much more into Ethan's side.

He chuckles, making you mutter a quiet 'shut up'. With your gaze wide on the screen, Ethan gets the chance to stare at you, your face close.

As the movie progresses cute expressions of fear and disgust have appeared on your face. And Ethan's hand has started to draw closer and closer to the collar of your loose shirt. Ethan had quickly realised that you weren't wearing a bra.

Screams from the tv fill the room but all Ethan can focus on is the way your chest heaves up and down. Then as if his hand has a mind of it's own, his fingers slowly draw down the collar of your shirt, his fingers grazing your skin.

At first you barely notice, but then you feel Ethan's hand slipping inside your shirt, grazing his fingers over your nipple. Your eyes grow wide as your body tenses. You hear a soft groan come from Ethan as he rubs over your nipple with much more intent.

"Ethan—" You say, turning to glance at him to see he's already staring at you with a hooded gaze, filled with lust. You grab his wrist, attempting to pull his hand out of your shirt, staying gentle so as not to offend him. "I'm sorry." You say trying to keep the tension light. "I shouldn't have sat so close."

You go to move away, but Ethan pulls you back by his arm around your shoulder, now covering part of your neck. He can't resist as your neck nears, his lips beginning to drag across the tender skin.

"Ethan, I shouldn't be this close." You quickly say, placing your hand against his chest. "I know you're probably just turned on b-by the chick on screen." You gulp out.

Ethan shakes his head, his tongue now licking at your neck, his eyes fluttering shut. His hand sinks back into your shirt, now grabbing your tit, beginning to massage it. Your breathing quickens because the rough feel of his large hand is making a shiver run down your spine. "Please...Ethan. We can't."

"Didn't you say you wanted me to like you?" Ethan asks, nipping at the skin of your neck.

"Yes. But not like this. You know not like this." You say, hating the feeling of your core heating up.

"No, no. You want me to like you." Ethan says, taking his hand out of your shirt, before he swiftly grabs your thigh, pulling you around so that your straddling him. The pillow covering his hard on now tossed onto floor. "This is the only way I will."

Then before you can say another word Ethan's lips are smashing onto yours, eagerly pulling you closer, so that his bulge presses against your clothed pussy. You gasp through the kiss as you hear Ethan whimper. He kisses you with a built-up passion that you weren't prepared for. There's a moment where you forget about your already committed relationship, but when Ethan's lips return to your neck, littering kisses along your jaw, you remember. "Wait, Ethan...we really can't."

"Then stop me." Ethan mutters, as he hurriedly removes your shirt, quickly going back to kissing you. Your attempts are futile because the way his kisses are making your head spin, and the way his hard on has begun to grind into you, you can't help but let your strength drift away.

You manage to glance at the door a worried expression present. "Don't worry, no one's coming home." Ethan consoles, his licks and kisses reaching your perky nipple. You choke a gasp when Ethan wraps his lips around one, carefully sucking.

"Shit— Ethan." You breath, your back arching on its own, resulting in your hips moving against his bulge. Ethan's stuttering breath hits your tit. You stop, realising what you did.

"God, no— please don't stop." Ethan begs, grabbing your hips and trying to move you over him again.

"But Ethan— god." You gulp as the friction makes your pussy weep. "You've never— it's your first...you need to find a girl your age." You manage.

Ethan kitten licks your nipple, shaking his head. "No better person than my stepmom." He husks out.

That shouldn't have made your body shudder but it did. Ethan grinds up into you, moving your hips against him as little moans fall from his lips. "You feel so good..." He pants, watching your boobs slightly bounce at the movement.

"You know how to please a guy." Ethan continues, running his hands up and down your sides. "And I barely know how to jerk off well without thinking of you." He confessed. "Show me...I want you to show me how you please my dad. I bet he doesn't even make you cum." Then he's pulling you back down for a kiss, a grin of Ethan's only managing to break it.

At the mention of Ethan's dad, you manage to place your hands on his chest, pushing him back into the couch. Ethan stares at you, lips swollen, and realises that you may need some more convincing.

"He won't find out. Ever. I can promise that." Ethan says, keeping his hands wrapped around your body.

"But I'm practically your stepmom..." You say, managing to get off Ethan's lap.

"Fine." Ethan sighs. He watches you stand, trying to straighten out your modesty by the brushes over your clothes. "You wouldn't mind if I continue...right?"

Your brows furrow despite everything. But then your face smooths out in shocked realisation as Ethan unzips his pants, sticking his hand into his boxers, all while holding your gaze. "Ethan..."

"I'm just so turned on right now, y/n." He says, faking innocence. "I can't help but—" His mouth opens in pleasure as he begins to stroke his cock, having brought it out for your shameful eyes to see. "It's your fault." Wet noises fill the room, the tv only rolling credits now. "And I won't forgive you."

Ethan's dark eyes are practically oozing with lust as he pumps himself, letting his gaze wander down your frozen body. Your legs are pressed together in some lame form of relief, because your pussy is pulsing.

"I don't like you in this house." Ethan contines, before spitting in his hand to make his strokes more fluid. "I don't like you with my dad— fuck." His hips slightly buck up into his palm. "Do you really like him? You don't do you?" Ethan lets his head hang back, as he bites his lip.

"Because why would a gorgeous young woman like you get with someone like my dad?" He continues to stroke himself, and in all honesty you should be walking away, telling Ethan how inappropriate this is. But all you can do is stand and stare and Ethan continues to use that to his advantage.

"Yeah." He hums, a soft chuckle following. "I bet your dying to feel young hands touching you." He glances down at your thighs pressed together. "I'd touch you." He breathes. "Everywhere, especially between your legs. I mean look at you." He meets your gaze and you gulp.

"Your body is begging to be touched." Ethan is now shamelessly thrusting into his hand. "Let me touch you." He begs, his chest heaving up and down.

He meets your hesitant gaze, though he can spot the lust hidden behind. "If not, then at least give me something to help with this.” He gestures to his rock hard cock with his head. “Even just those tasty tits."

You had covered your chest with your shirt, holding it tightly to you chest. Your mind has been battling with itself, and soon the lustful side wins. You step a fraction closer, making Ethan's eyes widen with excitement.

"You just want some help...right?" You slowly ask, to which Ethan nods, his breathing picking up. You sit beside him on the couch, as you hand slowly reaches out, grazing over the pre-cum that still covers the tip of his cock. Ethan's hips jolt as his breathing stutters.

"I'll just help you cum. That's all you want...right?" You ask, meeting his gaze.

Ethan quickly nods, his hand tightening around a cushion, as he watches you spit into your hand. You had let your shirt go, letting Ethan see your breasts. Ethan's mouth opens in pleasure as you begin to stroke him, little whimpers and whines leaving his lips. "Oh—god—" He gulps out, completely dazed.

"Why do you think of me when you jerk off? Why not that girl I've seen come over?" You ask, slightly quickening your pace.

Ethan's eye's roll for a moment before he tries to answer. "Because she isn't— shit— she doesn't look like you. Or sound like you."

"What do I sound like?" You ask, situating yourself more comfortably on the couch.

"You sound like— sound like heaven."

You chuckle. "That's very sweet."

Ethan's hips thrust up into your palm. "I just want to kiss you when you hum random tunes." He confesses. "Want to touch you, because your voice makes my cock— oh god."

"My voice?" You ask, facing him a little more, as Ethan's eyes reach your breasts, bouncing a fraction from the shift.

He groans. "Can I touch you?" He asks desperately.

"I'm only helping you—"

Ethan quickly cuts in. "This will help me...oh god, this will help. Please let me touch you— I-i'll cum quicker if I can touch you."

"…alright—"

Before you manage to say more Ethan's hand is flying out to grab one of your tits, massaging it, as his thumb rubs over your nipple. "Mm, you feel so good...so good." You pump him quicker. "I love your nipples. S-so pretty." He rolls one of your nipples between his fingers.

"Are you close, sweetie?" You ask. The pet name makes Ethan thrust harder into your palm.

"Oh, god, oh god." He breathes, his hand moving up your neck to your lips, rubbing along the bottom one. He then sinks his finger past your lips. The feel of your wet mouth makes Ethan whimper pathetically.

"That wasn't an answer." You slightly tease out, as you speak slightly muffled from his finger, which had begun to explore your mouth, running over your tongue.

"Yeah. I'm close. I'm so close— fuck. You’re so pretty." He half prasies half pleads, as his hip thrusts get sloppier.

When he orgasms, his body wracking with pleasure, he spills over his stomach and your hand, as moans and whines leave his lips. He's panting, head leant back against the couch.

With one final stroke you let him go. Ethan slightly whines at the loss of contact even if any more touching would be considered overstimulation. He met your gaze, before glancing down at your tightly pressed thighs. His hand drops from your mouth, bringing your spit down to rub across your thigh.

You quickly grab his hand, keeping it from wandering. Ethan meets your gaze to see that your bringing your other hand up to suck his orgasm off.

Ethan's mouth is open, chest still heaving. He tries to move past your grip, desperately wanting to touch you.

"Ethan."

"I want to touch you." His tone is harsher than initially intended.

You shake your head, the tiniest of smiles edging your lips. "I was only going to help you."

Ethan goes to speak, but you quickly cut in. "And specifically your cock." You whisper, before getting off the couch, the ding of the doorbell breaking the heavy breaths.

You round the couch, placing your shirt back over your head. Ethan watches you, as you pause, slightly leaning over the back of the couch, by Ethan's head, as he gazes up at you.

“That’ll be the pizza.” You say, before leaning closer. “And I finished the movie.” You gesture to the frozen screen of the finished film before heading towards the door, leaving Ethan panting and even more lustful than before.

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[lipglossanon]

Dirty Little Secret

Stepson!Leon S. Kennedy x Stepmom!Reader <one shot>

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, pseudo incest, cheating, loveless marriage? lol, mommy kink, breeding kink, mentions of lactation kink, dirty talk, noncon, slight somno, mention of a rape play scenario, unprotected sex, creampie

not proofread ✍️ just smut

title from Dirty Little Secret by The All American Rejects

You thought it was love. This guy wined and dined you then showed you the world. So when he proposes to you only three months into your relationship, you’re so smitten that you agree before he even finishes asking. 

It must’ve been the honeymoon phase because a year later, you’re stuck at home while he galivants around the globe for his business. It’s not like you have a hard time, but you’re lonely, done begging for attention from a man who apparently just wanted someone to live in his empty house while he’s gone. 

Then after months of stilted phone calls and cut short video chats, he drops by only to surprise you with a son from a previous marriage. Something you knew nothing about. After introducing Leon to you, he leaves him there—some flimsy excuse of letting you two get to know each other—and is off again once more. 

Leon smiles at you as his dad leaves, “Sorry to drop in like this.”

Your frown smooths out as you take a deep breath, “Not your fault, sorry if I’m off kilter. He didn’t even tell me about you til now.”

You wince after saying the words out loud but Leon only laughs. 

“It’s okay. I’ll stay out of your hair as much as possible.”

You wave your hand, “Don’t be silly, it’ll be nice to have company again.”

He smiles again but this one makes you feel a little more on edge, something about the way it doesn’t quite meet his eyes. 

“Well then, I’m sure we’ll get on like a house on fire.”

You settle into a new routine, Leon fitting into your day to day pretty easily. He’s sarcastic and mouthy, but it beats only having yourself for company. Your husband dropped off his son in late January and it’s now early May; it’s like you blinked and realized you haven’t even had anyone else visit except for Leon’s actual mom. (She’s surprisingly a sweetheart and quite helpful even if she makes Leon all moody to have her in your shared space). 

It’s after one such visit that left Leon in an irritable mood where you decide to have a little movie night in order to cheer him up. You’re unsure as to what started it this time, but the ex missus just gave you a quick smile and wave goodbye as Leon stormed off upstairs. Taking in a deep breath, you rap your knuckles on his closed door and listen for any movement.

Half a minute passes by before you hear him walk over and open the door. You take in his sweats and loose white tee. Good, it doesn’t look like he's headed out—you tilt your head before looking back up into his face. 

“Yes?” He raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms, a corner of his lips ticking up into a half smile. 

“Wanna watch some shitty horror movies and order pizza?” You smile, pleased with yourself when he drops his arms. 

“Sure,” he shrugs, tossing his phone back onto his bedspread and pushing you away from his door, closing it behind him, “w’nna order a cheese pizza?”

“Sounds good,” you lead him back downstairs, flopping down on the couch and grabbing your phone. 

Leon sits on the cushion next to you, leaning over to watch as you scroll through the app. 

“Want any sides or anything?” You ask, attention still on your phone. 

“Pizza’s plenty.”

You feel his breath ghost across your neck and it sends a chill down your spine. Scrunching your shoulders up, you laugh and bump against his side. 

“That tickles, Leon,” you shift a little and you feel him move to face the television. 

Once you place the order, you lock your phone and sink into the couch. Leon’s close enough you can feel his body heat, but you know if you move he’ll end up next to you again. It’s something you’ve noticed over the time that he’s stayed here; you’ve only brought it up once and he admitted he likes being close since he misses his mom. 

You frown to yourself as Leon channel surfs, not wanting to start any movies only for it to be interrupted by the delivery guy. For him to miss his mom so much, he’s always pissy when she visits. Maybe he’s just salty that she let him end up living here with you? Glancing over at him, he notices you looking and shoots you a grin. 

“Have any idea on what movie we start with?”

You return his grin and drum your fingers against your thigh, “Hmmm, you ever watch Spookies?”

He shakes his head, “I’m assuming it’s bad?”

“The worst but in the best way,” you laugh.

He studies you for a moment. 

“Thanks for trying to cheer me up.”

Giddy warmth bubbles in your chest, “Of course, Leon. I know the situation probably isn’t ideal, but I’ll take care of you.”

He laughs low in his throat, “We’re nearly the same age.”

You wave him off, “Yeah, yeah, but I’m still older though.”

Lapsing into a companionable silence, you mindlessly watch as Leon zips through different shows until the doorbell rings. After stuffing your faces with pizza, you settle in comfortably on the couch, feet laying over Leon’s lap after he tugged your legs away from you. 

“No reason to stay curled up like that,” he pats your calf. 

Unsure how to feel, you eventually relax into him. If it doesn’t bother him, then why should it bother you? The heat from his lap must lull you to sleep because the next thing you know is blinking your eyes open to some random movie playing on the tv. Another beat and you groggily glance down your body at the new weight pressing you into the cushions. 

Sandy blonde hair fills your vision as you feel Leon softly suck a nipple into his mouth. Without you noticing, he has pushed your flimsy shirt up and tugged your bra cups down. Squirming under him only leads to him sighing softly, eyes fluttering shut as he licks around your stiff peaks. 

“Stop, stop,” you pant, feeling sluggish and out of sorts, arms and legs feeling wooden as sleep tries to cling to your senses.

Leon only laughs and goes back to softly sucking on your nipples, mouth drifting from one hard bud to the other with quick swipes of his tongue. 

“But mommy, you said you’d take care of me,” his low voice raises the hair on your arms, “mmm, and what I really need is to suck your sexy tits.”

There’s no denying the rush of slick that fills the gusset of your panties. 

“S’wrong, Leon,” you counter, weakly crying out when he gently bites your nipple. 

“Maybe, but I think you need this, need me to take care of you. After all, my dad’s not going to,” he growls and roughly sucks the puckered skin around your stiff bud, “you need a husband who wants to stuff your hot little pussy.”

A loud keening moan leaves your mouth before you can clamp your lips shut.

His eyes are bright as a grin lights up his face, “See? C’mon, no one has to know that you let your stepson dick you down on the couch.”

Hips jumping, you mewl as he goes back to lapping at your nipples, hands coming up to grope the soft fat of your breasts. 

“Been waiting for this,” he murmurs into your sternum, mouth leaving a trail of hot kisses across your skin, “fuck, I’ve wanted you so bad, mommy.”

The condescension in that one word makes you drip, pussy throbbing for more than just words. 

“W-we shouldn’t though,” you try to get a grip on yourself, hands hovering over his hair, “god, I’m married to your father.”

“Is he here? Is he ever here?” He raises up and sneers at you, “never around when you need’em huh?”

Raising up onto his haunches he gives you a nasty smirk, “But that’s why you have me now. I’m gonna pound your hot little pussy day and night. Maybe it’ll even make you a real mommy.”

“Leon!” You gasp, nipples tightening at the thought, hands digging into the couch.

But he’s telling the truth. Your husband is never home— hasn’t called you back and barely replies to texts. You’ve been lonely and neglected even before Leon got here; so what if it’s wrong? It won’t kill anyone just to go along with him this one time. So that’s what you decide to tell him. 

“This one time,” you whisper, biting your lip as you give in to him, “just once.”

He laughs, “Sure, I can work with that.”

Once turns into twice. 

“It’s still just the one time,” you pant as he fucks into your squelching pussy, face mashed against the armrest of the couch, “it’s still the same round.”

“Sure, mommy,” he murmurs in your ear and you clamp down on him tighter, “whatever you say.”

Which turns into three and four and then five…

By the next afternoon, you're bouncing on your stepson’s fat cock in your own marriage bed. 

“Fuck, fuck, I need it, please, I wanna cum,” you whimper, grinding down onto Leon’s dick, “please.”

“Take it then, mommy, take your son’s cock deep in that little pussy,” he growls, thumb rubbing your clit in tight rough circles. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, eyes rolling back as Leon’s fat tip kisses your cervix, “god, it’s so good.”

“Yeah? Better than dad’s?” Leon asks, flashing you a smug little smile. 

“Uh huh,” you whine, hands pressing on his broad chest so you can ride him harder, “you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

“Goddamn,” he growls, grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your back. 

Pulling halfway out, he bullies his cock back into your sopping wet hole, pace fast and hard making you wail as he rams against your g-spot. 

“Tell me mommy, tell me who’s making this fat pussy feel so good,” he pinches your nipples, “c’mon mommy, say it.”

“You,” you whimper, tears clumping your lashes, “you’re making mommy’s pussy feel so good.”

“Who?”

“My son,” you cry out as he tugs your nipples roughly, “my son’s filling my pussy and making me cum.”

“Good girl, mommy,” he coos mockingly and you squeeze his cock, pussy walls snug and wet around his thick length. 

“I’ve given you so many creampies,” he sighs, “fuck, I hope one of them takes. Wanna drink your milk.”

You shudder, hips stilling, “That’s so—”

“Hot?” He slaps your thigh and you start grinding on his cock again, “these tits leaking milk for me would be a dream come true. Let me breed you, mommy.”

“I can’t,” you mewl, clit throbbing as you rock your hips into his thrusts, “can’t get knocked up by my stepson.”

Leon groans, “It’ll just be the one time. Besides, I’ve been dumping load after load into this tight little cunt. We both know you want it, mommy. Making that pussy crave to have me stuffing her to the brim.”

You lean forward, face pressing against his neck as you moan brokenly. 

“I shouldn’t,” you hiccup, hips writhing as Leon reaches underneath you to grip your ass. 

“It’ll be our little secret,” he humps your pussy, cock knocking against your cervix and making you squeal, “let me breed you, mommy. Let your son breed your fat pussy.”

“I’m gonna cum,” you slur, mouth panting and drooling against his skin, “oh god, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Next time, I want you to fight me,” he whispers in your ear and you moan, “fight me so when I pin you down, I’ll be raping your hot wet pussy until you cream all over my cock, mommy.”

Your nails dig into his back and you scream, orgasm wiping out your thoughts as your body thrashes under Leon.

“I’m cumming, fuck, mommy, gonna fill you up again,” he rambles, hips pistoning his cock in and out of your pussy as you continue to orgasm. 

The last thing you see is Leon’s blue eyes staring down at you as your pussy milks his cock while he spurts rope after rope of thick cum inside your clenching hole. 

You wake up sometime later with Leon running his fingers along your arm and shoulder. 

“You okay?”

You hum and nod, stretching out along the bed, feeling a slight twinge in your hips. 

“May’ve over done it,” you mumble, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands. 

Leon laughs and drops a kiss to your head. 

“Yeah I got that after you passed out.”

Giggling, you turn on your side to face him. 

“Need to drink more water I guess.”

He nods, a funny sort of smile overtaking his features. 

“You’re not gonna tell anyone right?”

You scoff and roll your eyes, “Why would I? Even if we’re both adults, I don’t think anyone’s gonna be happy it happened.”

Sighing, you push up until you can swing your legs over the side of the bed. 

“I’m gonna take a shower.”

Standing up, your thighs shake but you’re able to walk over to the en-suite bathroom. At the doorway, you turn back to see Leon staring at you, a hungry look in his eyes. You bite your lip knowing what you’re about to say isn’t a good idea, but what the hell. You’re already in it this far. 

“If you wash my back, I’ll wash yours,” tone flirty as you smile at him. 

Not waiting for an answer, you walk into the bathroom, listening as the sheets ruffle from Leon climbing out of bed to follow you.  

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[miguel-owhora]

matter of fact, stepdad!miguel would not give a singular fuck if he was caught by his husband.

just imagine that, you're both holed up in your bedroom. you're lying on your back with your feet firmly planted on the mattress, hands gripping miguel and digging your nails into his soft flesh, absolutely pounding away at his soppy pussy. he'd be riding you so good, each bounce met with a vicious snap of your hips, his swollen cock kissing your length.

his tits would be swollen, nipples perky and slick with your spit, mouth attached to one whilst your hand plays with the other. you'd both be sweaty and exhausted, only driven by your sheer need to keep fucking like wild animals. you wouldn't be able to count the number of times miguel came, drenched in his juices. miguel would be panting and moaning, his hair slicked with sweat, pupils practically hearts as he babbled about how good you were for him, about how much better you were than your dad, how much he loved you.

and imagine the shock miguel feels when the door swings open, and there stands your actual father, with an equally shocked face. and fuck, how miguel's expression would change into one of pure bliss when you suddenly grip him with a ferocity like no other, and suddenly just... jackhammer into him.

miguel would moan, loudly, far too gone to give a fuck as he'd clamp around your cock and squirt!!! shuddering through his orgasm, hunched over, as you fuck him through it, looking over his shoulder and staring down your dad. there's a dark glee in your stomach at the expression on his face, at watching his own son fuck his stepfather.

and that glee grows into something possessive and territorial when you shove your cock deep into miguel's cunt, cockhead kissing his cervix as you all but cum inside his cunt. how your cock would throb deliciously, balls constricting, how his pussy would overflow with your baby batter and how it'd leak out.

and miguel whimpering, but fuck if he didn't feel so excited, turning his head to grip your face and kiss you, oh so lovingly, knowing his pathetic excuse of a husband was still watching, knowing he could never compete with you.

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[gurugirl]

Would U ever do a good boy harry like prologue kinda takes place before the series where harry likes hear her moaning in her sleep and starts wanking to her on the other side of the wall or something

Well I'm a sucker for this kind of thing... not really a true prologue but YES WHY NOT. Written very fast! Thank you to the anon who suggested this 🙈

Summary: Harry's stepmom is moaning in her bedroom and Harry can't help himself.

Word Count: 1,074

Warning: masturbation, slight exhibitionist kink, inappropriate relationship/fantasy, this is stepmom!reader x stepson!harry (everyone is an adult here - I do not write smut with minors just as a reminder!)

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Harry tried not to think about her that way. About his stepmom. God, she was hot. Just a bit older than he was with the cutest laugh and the way she would twirl her fingers in his long hair every time he went to his dad's to visit would drive him crazy.

And only an hour before she was trying to get him to let her braid it. So he let her a little but his dick was expanding in his joggers and he got up halfway through and apologized, running off to his bedroom before she could get a peek at what was happening to his cock. He had to finish himself to the image of her licking her lips and looking at him with her pretty doe eyes.

What was wrong with him? Aside from the fact that he was a virgin still. An adult in college who hadn't yet gotten laid. Perhaps that was why he was so hard up for her. But it wasn't like she was the only girl to ever give him any kind of attention. It's just that Y/n's attention was so innocent. The sweet hugs and subtle touches. The conversations about nothing and the way she'd be wearing the shortest goddamn shorts after tennis all sweaty and gulping down her water in the kitchen without care. Which always had him running up to his room and wanking off like a damn teenager.

But at that moment? With the house dark and quiet he could hear her in her bedroom. Yes her bedroom. She and his father didn't share a room. It was an odd arrangement but Harry knew better than to ask too many questions. All he knew was that if she were his he’d have her in his bed next to him every night. But of course, she wasn’t his. She was his dad’s wife.

He wasn't completely sure that what he was hearing was what he thought he was hearing. Little moans. Soft and breathy. Her door was cracked open and so was his.

Another long sigh from her had him sitting up in bed and straining to hear more. He knew his father was in his own bedroom and long asleep so she wasn't with him.

"Mmmm..." it was muffled and quiet but the house was also quiet and Harry couldn't mistake the sound. He closed his eyes and laid his head back into his pillow.

He'd tried and failed so many times to keep his thoughts out of the gutter with her but he'd already had full-on fantasies about her before. And he figured she'd never find out that he could hear her. What was the harm if he could just stroke himself a little while she moaned? No one had to know.

Harry pulled his tissue box next to himself on his bed and spit into his palm. His cock was already hard. Pathetic when he really thought about it. Because he'd already fucked his fist and nutted not that long before thinking about Y/n.

When he smoothed his hand down his shaft he parted his lips and spread his legs, long strokes up and down his length as he heard another gasp from her room. Smoothing his thumb over his slit he felt he was already dripping for her. Precome pushing from his tip. He pulled the moisture down himself and used his other hand to fondle his balls and he whimpered into his pillow after he flipped himself to his tummy. He didn't want her to hear him the way he could hear her.

He rutted down into his fist, his face heating up and heart pounding as her own little moans grew more frequent. He could almost see her in his mind’s eye. Pretty body, all soft and supple, perked nipples dancing over wobbly soft tits as she slid her fingers over her pussy that he would give almost anything to look at. He wondered if she was using a toy or just her hands. Wondered if she was humping a pillow or who she was imagining. Did she look at porn to get herself in the mood? Had she gotten turned on from braiding his hair earlier? Unlikely, he thought to himself.

Fucking down into his fist he imagined her body under his, imagined he was dipping into her sweet hole and bringing those noises to her lips, making her gush as she raked her nails down his back.

"Fuck me..." he whispered with his mouth smashed into his pillow as he felt his balls tighten and his insides get all sticky and mushy and hot.

He quickly pulled a wad of tissues from the box and laid them down over the mattress and went back to his desperate strokes as his stepmom gasped and panted, the sound of what he thought could be her coming had his brain spinning and his cock throbbing as he beat himself tip to root, over and over again until he was spurting out all the sticky mushy come that had built up in his balls and poured it over the tissues. He moaned loudly just as Y/n's own noises were halted. She'd finished right before he had. If that was in fact what she’d been doing. He had his doubts but what else could it have been?

He breathed heavily as he tugged at his cock one last good stroke before he sat back to his haunches and wiped his hand with the tissues and tossed the mess into his garbage.

The house was silent again and he heard light footsteps over hardwood planks in the floor, “Night Harry,” her soft whispered voice sounded just before he heard her door click close. She'd either just realized her door was cracked open or she knew all along. Harry didn't imagine she'd done it on purpose.

However, the night Harry was something. Wasn’t it? Had she heard him? Did she know he was still awake? Was this a test?

But no. He couldn’t think like that. He was already in too deep with his feelings for his stepmom. She was a nice young woman who was sweet to him. That’s all it was. Nothing more. It would be impossible that she’d find her husband’s son attractive. That she’d just masturbated and let him hear her on purpose. That she wanted to get a rise out of him. Definitely not.

But then again…

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[fuckmyskywalker]

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬𝐨𝐧!𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫.

18+. Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Fauxcest/Stepcest. Stepson!Anakin X Stepmother!Reader. Age-Gap. Implied power imbalance. Minor Dubcon. Fem!Reader/Afab!Reader. Handjob. Minor tit play. Obi-Wan is Anakin's father in this one. | Word count: 0.6k (not proofread!)

It's happening! Minors DNI. If you don't like it... DNI too! ;)

Anakin’s breakup was a pain to watch and seeing him so distressed and sad broke your heart. You did everything you could to help him— but it was quite a hard task. Anakin refused to leave his bedroom for a couple of days, only getting up to shower and be held by you. He barely touched the plates you left on the nightstand and you couldn’t bear to see the dark circles under his beautiful blue eyes.

His father was worried about him, but you promised Obi-Wan you would help Anakin and you would never break your promise.

Everything you did was for him. He was yours too. You always loved him as such.

“Can you stay a little longer?” Anakin whispers against your chest, tracing the swell of your left breast with his lips. “I’m— I’m not ready yet, Mom.”

“I’ll stay all night if you need me to, Ani,” You kiss the top of his head, sneaking your hand in between his thighs and slowly jerking him. You know how sexually frustrated he has been, you know how much Anakin yearns for relief. A good mother would help her stepson— the boy you love with your whole heart. “Just let Mommy take care of you.”

So Anakin lets go, forgetting those memories that make his stomach twist and his eyes stream hopeless tears, allowing himself to be taken care of— and it’s nice. It’s a warm, soft feeling that invades his senses and numbs his pain. When your tits brush his face and he sucks on them greedily, or when you sit on top of him, riding him and cooing at him… that’s when Anakin forgets the world outside your… unconditional and loving embrace even exists. His hands knead your chest, enjoying the weight and your heartbeat against his palm. He likes you to close his heartbeats with yours.

A loud groan escapes his chapped lips when your hand strokes faster, stopping briefly to let a globe of spit fall onto your open palm and spread it up and down his cock which makes him moan again. How could someone give up on those pretty sounds? You are well aware of how badly Anakin’s ex-girlfriend treated him and how she barely agreed to touch him. Only to phantom that thought you could sense the anger boiling in your stomach. 

But it’s alright. Because you are here. When the world fails, when everything shatters— Anakin knows he can come back home to you, to the place he will always be welcomed.

His father wouldn’t understand it. It’s different. A mom’s love is different. 

“How do you feel?” You ask, using that maternal tone that makes Anakin’s cock throb in your hand, You notice it, you notice everything about him, you know your stepson like the back of your hand. Sweetly, you brush the strands of sweaty blonde hair that curl over his forehead, leaning down to kiss it causing him to whimper. Really, really pretty noises…

“Better,” He chokes, lifting his hips, silently asking for more. “So much better—” Anakin closes his eyes, biting his lower lip. His heart could explode at any second from this raw, pure, selfless love that he has for you. It’s that sick, precious filler that his poor tainted heart needs. “Thank you for staying, mommy. I d–don’t deserve it.” There he goes again. Thinking he doesn’t deserve anything good— just like his ex said before she broke up with him.

“Nonsense,” You scoff, kissing his parted lips and caressing his cheeks, brushing away those tears that break your heart. As long as you are alive, no one will hurt your little prince. “You deserve everything, Ani. Don’t let anyone make you think otherwise.”

“I love you, mommy.”

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[sky-high-standards]

Yandere!!Stepson!! x reader

(warning implied rape getting pregnant this is more of an x fem reader slight smut)

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He absolutely hated you and was convinced you where the reason his parents divorced.

He was always cold towards you and thought you were a manipulative whore due to the age gap between you and his father.

But he slowly realized how sweet and caring you where and started to like you a little more each day.

By the time you moved in he saw you as an older friend than a step parent.

Pretty soon he started to have a crush on you but he knew it was messed up but he couldnt help thinking how sweet you lips would taste or what it would be like to make love to you.(Yes I know how messed up this is)

When he saw you kiss his father realization struck and it was clear that a relationship between the two of you was not gonna happen but he didn't give up yet.

He decided to embrace his position as step son by hugging you and kissing your cheek which you saw as sweet little gestures but you had know idea what his intentions were.

He went as far as asking to sleep with you after claiming he had a "nightmare" but soon he went too far by slowly rubbing his fingers up your thigh and almost kissing you before you awkwardly got up and left.

He knew he messed up bad when you started keeping your distance from him and showing him less affection.

When he found out you where planning on having a baby with his dad he lost it why is his dad living his dream.

So he beat his dad to it by finally taking you as his when his dad was out on a business trip he lured your in by claiming there was a strange noise in his room then he pinned you down onto his bed and tied you up and lets just say it was a long and rough night for you.

The way he roughly pulled down your pants and went at it his hard length pumping in and out of you at an inhuman speed and he was far from gentle all that time holding back made him a beast right now the way he shamelessly moaned your name saying he's been waiting to fuck you for the longest time as you squirmed underneath him trying to escape.

After he was sure you where pregnant he took you away with him to one his his father's holiday homes which is where you are now sitting pretty in bed while the man who was supposed to be your step son caresses your growing belly whispering sweet nothings into your ear saying how you'll be such and amazing mother to his children.

And you're stuck with him because he threatened to kill his father if you ever left him and it worked he hated to admit it but you actually did love that old man but he might as well use it to his advantage.

Oh my sweet I can't wait to fill you up with more of my children oh don't worry I'll be gentle next time~

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[vampyshlut]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO A STEPSON!RAFE CAMERON WHO LOVES TEASING HIS STEPMOTHER!READER WHEN WARD IS AT WORK 🧎‍♀️

“mom.” your stepson teases you while coming up behind you and pressing his hard on against you. “rafe, you can’t be doing this. im married to your father!” you tell him again. he smirks before kissing your neck making your breath hitch. “yeah, but you really love me.” he says in your ear before smacking your ass, hard, and walking off. you were soaked. and he was right.

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[jokeringcutio]

Hi, I just wanna say I've been reading your Stepdad! William Afton stories, They are so good I couldn't stop reading them and was immediately excited when I saw a new update, along with your other stories. But I have a what-if scenario, what if instead of a stepdaughter reader, it was a stepson. Would William Afton react and treat them differently or would it be the same as how he treats Stepdaughter! reader? just a little food for thought.

YES YES YES DRABBLE WITH NOTES BELOW: (Mature Themes and allusions) Stepdad William Afton x Stepson (m) Reader

Something was wrong. You eyed your room suspiciously, from drawers to desk to bed. It was like someone had come in and shifted items just enough to notice, but not enough to want to draw suspicion.

Which in itself was suspicious. Because who would do such a thing? Your mom?

It was the small things…the displaced picture frame, the book spine not aligned. It all gnawed at your nerves. Because, before your mother's remarriage, such disturbances had never occurred.

Which meant that this was caused by one person and one person alone.

Your stepfather.

But why?

"Strange," you murmured, rifling through the drawers next. The fabric whispered back in soft hushes, but your favorite boxers were conspicuously absent. An oddity that prickled your skin with unease.

But why would your stepdad come into your room to lend your underwear? Wasn’t he a different size?

As your suspicions grew, your mind drifted back to William Afton, the man who now called himself your stepfather. He had been attentive – too attentive. His blue eyes, often magnified behind those golden aviator glasses, seemed to follow you with an intensity that belied his agreeable demeanor. You couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, cataloged, by those keen, calculating gazes.

"This is absurd," you muttered under your breath as you rummaged around your room. But once again to no avail.

It was the lack of privacy, the invasion, that sent a shiver down your spine. What if it was him? What if your stepfather was the one to come into your room, unannounced and unasked, to borrow bits and pieces of your belongings?

It didn’t make sense.

Something else that didn’t make sense was that you seriously considered ransacking your parents' room to see if you could find any of your missing items. Your favorite book, a pen, a selfie you usually kept in your drawers. You shouldn't have to tiptoe into your parents' bedroom like a thief, yet here you were, stepping softly on the carpet that muffled your approach.

The door creaked, a soft betrayal of your presence, as you pushed it open. There, amidst the shadowed contours of their sanctuary, you spotted the thing you had least wanted to find.

Your boxershorts.

Your favorite pair was lying far too close to William's side of the bed. The fabric rumpled. Stained? Your heart hammered a dangerous rhythm as you inched forward, carefully approaching what you hoped could not be true.

Did he use them to - ?

"Can I help you with something?"

You instantly spun around, heart throbbing high in your chest. The voice, rich and smooth like poisoned honey, sawed through the silence. William's figure loomed in the doorway you hadn't noticed him slip through. Panic clutched at your throat.

"Uh, no... I was just looking for..." your voice trailed off, the words souring in your mouth. To ask would be to acknowledge, and you weren't sure which outcome terrified you more: his denial or confirmation.

Behind those large aviator glasses, William’s blue eyes seemed to darken dangerously. As if he knew what you were here for. As if he knew that you had seen and wanted to ask.

But you wouldn’t. Standing tall again, as tall as you could, you looked him in the eye.

"Actually... I was wondering if it's cool if I go out with the guys from the team tonight." The question hung between you like a moth fluttering too close to a flame.

William's eyes narrowed, the warmth in them snuffed out, replaced by an icy scrutiny that dissected your request. "Out? And where might you be going?"

"Nothing crazy. Just hanging out." Your breath hitched, chest tight as if bound by invisible cords. Had you fooled him?

"Is that so?" His voice was a low rumble, sending shivers down your spine. So delicious. No, you could not start thinking that way. This was your stepdad, for crying out loud!

"I don't think that's a good idea." Displeasure rolled off him in waves. It left you to wonder why he was so against the idea. That was when your eyes were drawn back to your boxers lying on the floor.

Yep, definitely used. Just not in the way you had at first assumed they would have been.

Did that mean that your stepdad had the hots for you too?

You swallowed hard, the air growing thick around you as William stepped forward, his hand finding its way to your shoulder, grip firm and lingering. Your skin burned beneath his touch, a traitorous heat spreading through your body.

"Maybe... maybe you're right," you stammered, the words leaving a bitter taste behind. You turned, cheeks aflame, desperate to escape before you did something you might soon come to regret. You couldn’t hurt your mom like this. Even if William liked you in that way.

"Stay then," he suggested, each syllable a velvet caress. "We can watch a movie, just the two of us."

"Sure, Daddy," you whispered, not trusting your voice not to betray the feelings that had been stirred deep within you.

You watched William’s eyes closely and noticed the way his pupils were blown when you addressed him that way. Daddy. You had felt the squeeze of his hand on your shoulder, grip getting tighter for the shortest while but enough to betray it had affected him.

"Good boy," William’s low whisper sounded, his voice dripping with an affection that curled around your spine. “So like your mom in looks and behavior.”

He compared you to your mother, the words slithering into your ears, laden with implications dark and sweet as molasses.

"Very much like her, you are."

The compliment should've repulsed you, but instead, it bloomed like a forbidden flower within your chest. His warm hand let go of your shoulder, and he walked past you. Your heartbeat sounded loud in your ears, skin tingling with the ghost of his touch.

“Now, go pick out a movie,” you heard him say. And with a quick nod, you brushed past him, out of his bedroom and into the living room with cheeks red. You’d be spending the night with your stepdad, bonding, on the couch. And all the while you would have to try and forget that he’d been stealing your favorite boxers.

And stained them.

“Would Mission Impossible do?”

~

AN: I absolutely love this and I would love to write more Stepson Reader drabbles, so if you're up for that, let me know. I enjoy this. Sorry for this one particular drabble, I have so many ideasfor stepson & William, butnothing would really come out so :3 I'll try again later. First I'm rolling into bed to sleep some more again. But as to Stepson & Stepdad William Afton...

I'd love to hear your headcanons.

I think it could be pretty similar as with f reader. William would keep a close eye on his attractive stepson. He'd be darn jealous if anyone else as much as tried to get their hands on said stepson. (Want to keep those hands? Keep them at home, boys, this one is his). He'd still probably have a Daddy kink when stepson calls him that anyway. He'd use stepson's underwear to jerk off to (and into). He'd probably give him a yellow bunnie plushie at some point. He'd be all over you, son. And this can go the good way (if you want it too) or the bad way (if you're more hesitant or reluctant and he will still try and get you to be his). Still trying to think where we can fit in the headcanon of William Afton not being able to count... 🤔

I'm not feeling very well and can't think properly, But I'll come back to this. In the meantime, share your headcanons for stepson x William Afton. I am curious to know more :D ♥︎

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[buckyalpine]

Impure IV

Imagine walking in on your stepson jerking himself off with a pair of your lacy panties, all his clothes thrown off as he strokes his cock with your silk wrapped around his length. He had no idea you’d come home early from work and he just got back from college. Imagine he’s so deeply ashamed of himself,  frozen in place while you tsk, closing the door behind you, walking over to his bed. 

“Go on then, finish what you started” You cock your head, watching him shakily resume playing with himself, a soft whimper slipping from his lips when you scoff at his pathetic state, his hips rocking up and down, thrusting into his own fist. 

“Look at yourself, playing with mommys panties like a little pervert” You sneered, noting the way your words make cum dribble out of his cock. His breaths start to grow heavier, his balls tensing, he can’t take it, it was so wrong, all of it was so fucking wrong yet neither of you stopped what was happening. You lazily dragged your fingers through his hair before giving it a tug, making him mewl, rutting up, spurts of cum dribbling out of his cock. 

“Hold it, you don’t get to cum just yet baby” You smirked, guiding him to look at you, his baby blue eyes glassy, lip chewed pink, “Thought you could steal my panties and play with yourself? What would you father say baby, you think good little boys touch themselves with their mommys panties?” 

“N-no” He stuttered out while you huffed, rolling your eyes. 

“Hmm, naughty boy” You swiped your finger over the tip of his weeping cock making him cry out, gasping when you shoved your fingers into his mouth, making him taste himself. “Do you taste good?” You coo, humming at the way his tongue greedily laps up your finger, swallowing every bit of his arousal. 

“Go on, cum all over my panties then” You command, your own pussy dripping as he moans and nearly falls over, the pink tip of is cock shooting cum onto his tummy, pouring down to cover his hand. He pants, squeezing his softening cock, milking every single drop, keeping the soft material wrapped around his length. 

You pat his cheek, taking the cum soaked panties away from him, making him pout. His eyes grow wide when you take off the ones your wearing, stuffing them in his mouth, petting his hair. 

“Have fun sweet boy” You wink, slipping on his cum drenched ones and readjusting your skirt, walking out of his room without a second glance back. 

#bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes smut #stepson bucky barnes #marvel smut #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x you #james bucky barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky smut #stepson bucky #bucky barnes dark fic #bucky barnes x stepmom reader #bucky barnes x stepmom

[jamneuromain]

Lie Still, Look Pretty

Steve Rogers x You (Reader), no use of Y/N

Summary: All you need to do is lie still, look pretty <3

Warning: TW: Non-con/Rape, vaginal sex, mention of no protection, mean!Steve, Stepson!Steve, dark!Steve, degradation, mention of cheating, explicit language, implied step-cest, angst and smut

A/N: this was supposed to be a lovely idea inspired by @rogerswifesblog but I dunno where it started taking a darker turn skjskjskjsksjkjsjs

“No – no marks, please.” You beg as Steve sucks another bruise on your neck.

“I’ll do ever the fuck I want.” He pants by your ear, before straightening his upper body and ramming into you once more. His large hands gripping your love handle like an iron clad, the cute little dimples on your waist that he used to compliment and tickle you. Pulling your body back to meet his thick shaft, gripping harder as his shaft twitched in your snug channels, slapping hard on your ass. The loud spank ringing in your ear.

You know.

You know Steve hates it when you tell him to do something.

Your cries and moans end up in the soft bedding, the soft yet thickly woven Egyptian cotton sheets.

You should be grateful that they don’t stain easily. Even with your tears, your saliva, your sweat, your slick, and his cum. Even when he had jerked off to your face, splattering it with his cum, and some dripped to the sheets. Even the countless times he ejaculated on your body, wiping his dick on your skin like a cumrag, because he claimed you are softer than towels or any cloth there was, and you accidentally rubbed your tainted skin on the sheets to get up.

Even so, you need to change the sheets after this. And before your … before Joseph gets home.

And a shower too. Before Joseph gets home. And hope Steve won’t leave any marks for Joseph to notice.

If you could just end this. If you could get away enough to cover yourself with clothes. Sheets. Anything.

Anything to keep you from him.

Steve sneers at your attempt to crawl out of his grip, “we aren’t even close to finishing.” Thrust. “Dear mommy.”

You always thought you heard of it enough to be hurt by the word again.

You were proven wrong every time. This time too.

Tears quickly fill the brim of your eyes, falling silently. Dripping onto the cotton sheets.

You are glad at this point that you aren’t facing him. He is fucking you from behind. Grunts and huffs. Not even bothered to check up on you.

Why would he anyway?

Not when you abandoned him and hooked up with his father, Joseph. The man who is about to come home in twenty minutes. Not when Steve thinks you are a homewrecker.

You bury your head deeper into the soft sheets, allowing them to soak up your tears.

“Not very talkative now, are you?” Steve notices your whimpering dialed down and your silence not before long, slamming harder and deeper into your body to have you cry out again. “’S okay. I can do all the talking.” He lands another slap on your ass, enjoying your body shivering and clenching down on him. “That’s it. Fuck. Your slutty hole is so damn tight - ” Steve grunts as he rips your body open with his girth, “fucking whore. You get dicked down like this when Joe’s home too, huh? Does this make you hornier? Sleeping with the father and the son? Whoring the whole family? I bet this makes you fuckin’ drooling. Tell me. Tell me you like this so fuckin’ much, sleeping with your stepson.” His fingers find your clit and tug on it, regardless of it swollen and sensitive, “how does my dad fuck you?” He mocks your tremble when you hear the name “Joe” or his mentioning of his father, “does he let you cum? Nah, you’d be a pretty cum doll for both us, don’t you? Spreading your legs wide and wait for us to cum inside you? -I said fuckin’ spread your legs!” He shouts at your futile attempt of bringing your knees together.

Does Joseph fuck you? Sometimes.

Does Joesph let you cum? He doesn’t care whether you cum, same as Steve, ironically. But you fake it to compliment Joseph and his manhood, while Steve would rather leave you there, after satisfying himself.

One thing he was right though, none of them bothered with protection.

After a few sloppy thrusts, Steve pulls himself out and cums on your back. Your body can no longer hold up itself and crashes on the bed, taking what he gives you. Or forces on you, to be precise.

You slowly push yourself up on your elbows, as you have no time to spare to put the ruined sheets into the washer and wash up as soon as possible.

“Don’t act as if I’ve broken your pathetic little heart.” He spits out, disgust on his face clear as day, snatching your cheeks and examining your puffy eyes, “you don’t even have a heart.” He comments coldly, wiping his fingers, damp with your tears, on the bed.

You drop your head. Your chest dulls with pain as you see the daggers in his eyes.

“Clean up.” Steve clears his throat, pulling up his pants. His shirt is never off the entire time. A few buttons done and he looks as if he is some rich fancy CEO’s son with that charming face and the blonde hair. He is straightening his collar to the mirror when he orders you around, even if your body could barely manage, “Good O’ Joe is going to be here any second now.”

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[prettybabybaby]

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stepson!james' eyes were screwed shut and his lip was between his teeth. his thighs were trembling and his entire weight was crushing you. his cock throbbed inside you in sync with the flutters of your walls.

"breathe, jamie," you cooed. "you were doing so well."

he whined, grinding his hips slightly. you clicked your tongue as a warning.

he opened his eyes, looking intensely into yours. he slid out of your heat, thrusting back in slowly, "like this?"

you moaned, "mhm, just like that."

"i need more," he cried, eyes glassy.

you softened, "that's not how you ask for things, jamie."

he whimped, "please, m-more. need more, please."

you nodded, humming. he sped up instantly, his eager ruts made your vision blur. his grunts were deep and he clung desperately to your body.

you moaned, "good, good boy, jamie. you fuck me so well."

his hips stuttered, "b-better than him?" the question came out with hesitation.

the thought of james comparing himself to your husband - his father - while trembling above you, buried deep in your cunt made you light-headed.

"so much better than him, jamie."

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[crying-fantasies]

Big brother

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Prowl's first born, if he could be called like that, is something he tells you about when the idea of having your own finally pops up, he is concise in the matter but there is some kind of strange energy around when he mentions a word about the carrier, which you really want to get into because every ex of his is an acquaintance of yours to this point in the relationship, or even friends in the case of Chromedome (who's own conjunx still sends you codified texts to run away aboard the Lost Light next time they stop by Cybertron), but if Prowl is acting like that it only makes you remember the construticons, who are really nice but also way too bitter with him and still want his head on a plate.

He gives you a name, and it seems to be enough to make both sire and young spark to put a strange face at the mention of it, just as it makes Prowl make a face when you call on to Springer from time to time when he said you weren't overstepping boundaries by calling him near to the day Prowl said he was created, more or less, it still amazes you how they don't even remember most of the time when one's birthday is, but it was in the middle of the war, so it's understandable even when the cultural difference catched you unprepared.

It's not the first time you cross paths with him face to faceplate, but is indeed the first time he talks to you without awkwardness floating around and also the first time he puts a pede on your house, into Prowl's house, no more strange energy since your husband isn't home, not as much as usual at least; from the get go he is totally gentle with you, as always, helping in what he can or in what you need, Prowl isn't near so the help is greatly appreciated when your hands are mostly occupied with your child that looks around and how comical Springer finds the fact he is starting to have a little 'v' forming on his fore helm, Springer had a human friend, he tells you about her, and you can say he misses her in the way he imagines how she would be bewildered if she ever got to see a sparkling while alive, or even knew about it.

As if being called on, the little protoform moves the newly formed pedes against you, blue optics looking at Springer with what you can only describe as curiosity, far from being intimidated at the new bot and, now that you think about it, Springer is the first bot Chainbreaker has seen apart from his sire and the constructicons.

Prowl is overprotective like that, you'll talk to him about it, later.

There some kind of energy between them, you can tell, being not exactly capable of understand what your baby is saying apart from some noises that Springer is hearing with all the attention in the world, you can feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing, most likely CB is trying to communicate in that electronic kind of way most cybertronians do.

Curiosity gets the better of you, inclining just slightly in order to have CB's attention, little optics looking back at you and newly developed servos trying to catch what he can, little mouth doing the same, "What are they saying?"

"Honestly, no idea" one of his digits get a piece of your hair out of Chainbreaker's mouth, avoiding just in time in order to prevent any oral fluid on him, both look at each other with curiosity, Springer has never seen a sparkling this close before, nor is he thinking about having one, he is far too young for that and single, the idea of age difference still gives you headaches.

It gets a little hard but you get CB out of the back carrier and into your arms, only having a few weeks of existence but your child is as big as a human toddler to this point, one that is still looking at the big green mech in front, which makes you ask out loud: "Do you want to hold CB?"

Now, Springer is an autobot commander at such a young age (at least for a Cybertronian), having a complete unit at his disposition and a reputation that has been written by energon of enemies and allies in the worst case scenario, tales of him killing an adversary are told around, dirtying his servos in order to achieve a general goal, in that way it makes you remember of Prowl and how they are indeed alike, they do have some features in common even when Prowl said it doesn't work for cybertronians in the same way it works for humans or tech organics.

But you're so sure they look exactly the same when it comes to carry Chainbreaker, the same full open optics, almost like they were frightened, the cold expression not because they don't care but because they are scared by the mere idea of cradling the little sparkling and probably doing some damage by accident.

Yep, definitely almost the same.

It took you an hour to get Prowl to admit it but you know what is going on with Springer in less time now.

Chainbreaker moves a little, maybe because the way you hold CB under the arms is starting to be a problem, making a sound that you have only heard when the distress is more than what your child can really handle, it's almost a clue for Springer to take the sparkling on his big servos, the feeling of ground to put his pedes is enough to stop the strange sound coming from the little mouth.

"CB likes you", you tell him so when his expression is still hardened by his doubts, maybe he doesn't really know if it's good for him to be near CB, but, even when Prowl will never openly admit it, you really wish for Chainbreaker to have a better relationship with Springer, call it human senses or whatever, the idea of your family as a whole brings you some kind of happiness that you once put as unnecessary while younger.

Springer takes a moment, finally cupping the little sparkling with his servos and giving stability to the little helm with two digits, just like he saw some humans do with their young while being stationed back on earth, you tell him he is a natural and Springer is about to admit he learned it a long time ago just to stop dead on his movements while looking at a corner of the room, one servo cradles Chainbreaker to his chassis and the other takes you out as fast and delicate as he can, putting both of your near his chassis and looking prettified, not hearing when you ask what is wrong only to look at the same direction as him.

"Ay", there is some kind of understanding in your tone while you get free way too easy, he reaches out for you, but how to explain? Has Prowl even said something? Does he even know? Maybe not, because you only hold a cup to catch what has put him in this state, "don't worry, these little things are normal back on earth, no need to be alarmed", you are cheerful while taking the little spider to the human sized green house attached with the living unit, letting it go freely, Springer swears it looks back at you and then at him before disappearing in the foliage of whatever earthling plant you have there, those are way too many coincidences, "must have come with the order of seeds I made before".

You have no idea, Springer decides so while still holding the sparkling that is trying to reach to his autobot badge, trying to grind the little 'v' forming on such a little helm against him.

He'll tell Prowl about it when he gets back, and think deeply about how much he has really changed in the past for it to end like this.

.

The fact that Prowl and Springer share the same Chevron on their fore helms, well, in case of Springer it's part of the structure of his helm just like Tarantulas when he was Mesothulas, it doesn't work that way for cybertronians but it's just perfect when you think about it, obviously Chainbreaker would also have it.

#reader insert #tf mtmte #transformers #transformers idw #tf springer #prowl x human reader #Springer is reader's stepson #who is loved very much #terraformer au! #prowl x reader #prowl obviously censured the most gross or batshit crazy parts of his relationship with tarantulas #it was only for a moment but that spider was #tf tarantulas #tarantulas

[chrisdrysdale]

my current brain rot is stepson!bucky, creeping around the house trying to catch you. Ever since that evening in your office he’s been dying for another taste of you. You keep catching him peeping in your room when you’re in there, or loitering outside your room, or catching him going inside your room when you’re having a shower and groaning when you step out wrapped in your towel.  Then yesterday happened. You had gotten home from a full day plus over time and all you wanted was a hot bath. It was just you and Bucky. You began to unbutton your shirt and pull it off, leaving you in your white lacy bra. You heard him creep up the stairs and stop at your door. “James.. c’mere”. He quickly went in and smiled, you walked over slowly and pushed his shoulder, lowering him to the ground. “hands behind your back”. You whispered, unzipping your skirt and letting it drop. He moaned softly when he looked up at you standing over him with your white lace panties and bra.  You leaned and stroked his chin, gently pulling your panties to the side. “Eat up baby boy”. His eyes lit up and moved closer, wrapping his hands around your thighs and latching his mouth onto your clit. You moaned softly and wrapped his hair around your fingers, tugging softly. “that’s it.. good boy”. 

He moans around you clit, locking up ever single drop of slick that you let out, you tugged his hair harder and harder, as your orgasm crept up on you. “yea baby! keep going, make me cum”. He rocked his face harder against you, his hands moving up to grope your ass. You arched your back and screamed a moan as you came.

You panted and he pulled away, stepping up slowly and kissing you passionately. You held him close and kisses him back. “Wanna stay with me tonight?”. You asked him, wiping his bottom lip with the pad of you thumb. He nodded and smiled.

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[gurugirl]

A Good Boy | The Morning After

Summary: What happens the morning after Harry and Y/n wake up together. Did Leo hear them? Has their secret been exposed?

A/n: This is the first little check-in to give you guys something to hold on to until I get into some more substantial ones. This is a glimpse of what happens the morning after they've made a commitment to one another while they're still on vacation in Greece. ALSO - This is stepmon!reader x stepson!harry - both are adults in this story but don't read if you don't like it.

Word Count: 2360 (she's short but relevant)

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, cheating, lying, smut, age gap (-7 years)

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The morning after Tyler had caught them Y/n snuck out of the room first, leaving Harry with a soft kiss and blazing hot cheeks after what they’d just done.

“Where were you?” Leo’s voice suddenly caught her off guard as she gripped the coffee carafe so it didn’t fall from her already shaky hand. Shaky because she had no idea what she was going to be facing once she saw Leo. Had he heard her and Harry?

“I slept in one of the guest rooms. Didn’t want to disturb you when I went to bed because seemed like you really needed to sleep,” she half lied. She was definitely in one of the guest rooms. But she was most certainly not sleeping alone.

“I called for you and everything. Was downstairs looking for you too,” he scratched the back of his head and chuckled, “but I guess I was pretty sloshed. Barely remember much else.”

She gulped down the sand in her throat and licked her lips. So he didn’t hear them. Or if he did he couldn’t remember it.  Either way. This bought her time to get her affairs in order and figure out the best way to break to him the news.

They had been careless the night before but part of her thought that if he did hear them, that would get the ball rolling. Surely that would be one way of delivering the news to Leo. But she preferred to tell him on her own time when they were both ready, prepared. The truth was going to come out. She was in love, and playing around with his son in secret needed to come to an end as soon as possible. Because it was no longer play. They were serious about one another. It was insane but they were going to make it work. However, best after vacation, she figured.

“He didn’t overhear us.” She closed the door to the room Harry was in and stepped toward him.

He let out a breath in relief, “Thank fuck. But now what? What’s the plan for the rest of our time here? And then after?”

Y/n stood to her toes and draped her arms over his shoulder as he grabbed her by her waist, “We’ll tell him after vacation. Once we figure out a plan. I’m not going to be sleeping with him or next to him again. I do need to at least make that clear to him soon.”

“You could bring up Parker to him? Tell him you heard him talking to her.”

Grinning she nodded, “Actually, that’s a great idea. Tell him I know he’s started to get feelings for her. That can be the excuse.”

Leo did try to initiate sex, as was expected, but she’d already made up her mind that she was with Harry. She wouldn’t be sleeping with Leo again. Ever again. And Harry’s idea about using Parker as an excuse was perfect.

“What’s wrong?” Leo asked after she nudged him away from her. He’d tried hugging her and kissing her neck but she moved out of his arms and said no.

“I just…” she had to really put on her best act. Even though she didn’t care one bit about Parker she needed to state what she was about to say in such a way that it would put the kibosh on his advances again, “overheard you on the phone. With Parker. And… you’re allowed to do what you wan–“

“What? How?” He stopped in his tracks, a surprised expression, eyes wide.

“I was in the bathroom the other morning and you were on the balcony and I heard everything you said clearly because the window was open.”

Leo let his eyes wander to the edge of the bedroom in thought as he began to nod.

“And anyway… you can sleep with whom you want. We agreed to that but, Leo,” she paused until he finally looked back at her, “it sounds like… I don’t know… kind of like it’s more than just sex with her. And if that’s true then that crosses a boundary I’m not comfortable with.”

Leo was quiet for a bit as he paced back and forth. Y/n could see he was figuring out how to respond. He finally stopped and turned to look at her, “What exactly did you hear?”

She sighed for dramatic effect, “That you missed her, called her honey, said something about how many more days it would be, and that you wished it was her that was here with you.”

Blinking his eyes and looking down at his feet he nodded to himself, “Wow. I…” he looked back at his wife and ran a hand through his hair, “Y/n I’m sorry you heard that. It wasn’t… I don’t know what to say. Maybe we can talk about this when we get back home,” he took her hands in his, “Let’s not let this ruin our vacation. Okay?”

It was a sweet gesture, she felt. He wasn’t normally so gentle about things and she could tell he felt bad. Perhaps this could work in her favor. In their favor.

It was also the perfect excuse to not sleep in bed with him. She moved her clothes to the guest bedroom and Leo didn’t question it once.

And Harry was relieved his dad hadn’t overheard them. Having a little more time to figure out everything would be ideal for them both. He was set to graduate at the end of Fall that year, which meant he’d have his degree and he could get a good job. He imagined both he and Y/n renting a small apartment, whatever they could afford because he was sure his dad would cut him off once he did find out the truth.

Everyone, including Tyler, noticed the sudden change in Leo. He withdrew slightly but was polite and kind. Y/n felt a little guilty about it but it was better than Leo knowing about her and Harry and trying to finish off the vacation with that hanging over them.

But both Y/n and Harry couldn’t have been happier deep down. They maintained a healthy distance from one another during the day or anytime Leo was around. Which turned out to be a bit harder than they realized. Because once they’d both admitted their feelings they just wanted to indulge in the newness. It didn’t stop the lingering glances or quick whispers with promises, a cheeky hidden pinch, or hot stolen kisses.

And once the lights were off and everyone was in their rooms, Harry would join Y/n in her room, or she in his with the door closed and locked.

Keeping quiet was no fun but being able to imbibe in one another every night and every morning before they parted was worth covered mouths and muted moans.

Harry woke up feeling warm with Y/n’s back against his chest. She was sighing and slowly fidgeting under the sheets as she was just beginning to rouse from her own slumber.

He grinned to himself as he inhaled her scent and brought a hand up over her bare arm, “Morning.”

Her eyes were still closed when she heard his raspy tired voice in her ear, “Morning.”

Waking up early was not something either of them enjoyed, but it had been worth it to savor one another before the day began. Before anyone else woke up.

Harry’s warm hand traveled down her hip and over her thigh with purpose as she felt his mouth sponge wet kisses on her neck. Reaching behind her to pull his arm to her front she brought his hand up to her bare breasts.

They didn’t even need to say a word to know what would come next. Y/n reached down to lazily rub her clit when she felt Harry’s cock digging into her bum.

She barely even needed to touch herself to get worked up. Harry’s lips on her neck and his hand manipulating and pinching her nipples were quite enough.

Angling her hips and pressing herself back onto Harry he felt her wetness and groaned softly as he lifted her thigh and placed his cock to her wet hole, pushing through the tight muscle as he continued kissing the sensitive skin on her neck.

Stunted thrusts into her pussy were met with her own hips pushing herself down over him. Harry began to whine at the way his tip was being fucked and how tight she felt on him. It was hard to get in long deep strokes in that position but for Harry, it was sending him over the edge too fast, “Gonna come… fuck!” He spoke his words in a frantic whisper.

Y/n’s mouth dropped open when she felt him suddenly throbbing and pumping into her as he stilled his hips and tightened his grip on her thigh. He gasped and pasted his lips over her neck to keep himself quiet as he came inside of her embarrassingly fast.

When he lifted his face from her neck he groaned, “Sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean to come so fast. Felt so good…”

Grinning she turned her head and moved herself so she was on her back and Harry was next to her, “It’s okay. You’ve been so good.” She spread her legs as a hint for him to finish her off.

Harry breathed out a shallow laugh as he watched her lift her hips and lick her lips, “I try to be good for you. I can still make you come,” he grabbed her thigh, positioning himself in between her legs, pushing them apart to watch his orgasm slowly drip out of her pussy. Pressing his fingers into the warm come he pressed it back into her, watching the filthy act as his fingers disappeared into her.

She moaned as he began to curl his fingers and stroke her insides slowly. He looked from her eyes to where he was fingering her, his digits coated in her arousal and his creamy come. A bit of sperm dripped down her ass he plunged his fingers in and pulled out.

“Fuck, baby. You like fucking your come back into me with your fingers?” She whispered her words.

“It’s so pretty,” he moaned his words and then lowered his face to suck on her clit and lick over her in wide, flat strokes with his hot tongue.

The moment his head was in between her thighs she pushed her hand into his hair and gripped a hold tight, “Good boy… right there. Don’t let your come go to waste, baby.”

She loved watching him eat her out. But he was good at it too, now that he’d learned exactly what she liked the most, “Yes… Lick it like that. Uughh… fuck…” She didn’t dare throw her head back like her body wanted. Instead, she kept her eyes locked on Harry’s lewd act. His mouth sucking and licking her (and consequently himself) up, his fingers pumping into her.

Harry pressed his shoulders into the back of her thighs and began digging in as deep and hard as he could like she liked. Her soft pants and gasps in the room, and the slick, sticky sound of her pussy being eaten were surely quiet enough for the early morning stillness of the house.

 And when she came she covered her mouth and squeezed her eyes closed, dropping her head back into the pillow against her will. She had wanted to keep her eyes on her pretty boy but he had her coming so hard her body shook and the will to keep her eyes open wasn’t strong enough to overcome her body’s natural inclination.

Harry softly licked over her as he watched her heave and tremble under him. He loved gently tonguing at her clit until she pushed him away when she couldn’t handle it anymore.

She softly giggled and bucked her hips up, sliding away from his mouth with droopy lids and a lopsided smile as Harry sat up, “How was it?”

Rolling her eyes she pulled him over her body to glue their mouths together as an answer. It was good. It was always good. She and Harry had an intrinsic connection. Something that couldn’t be forced or imagined. It was real and natural. This was her lover, her man, her soulmate.

Ending their vacation in Greece was bittersweet. Of course, it was time to get back to reality.

“I’m gonna be sad when I can’t have you in my bed every night,” Harry spoke as he sat on her bed next to the suitcase she was stuffing with her clothes. They had another hour before the driver was to pick them up and bring them to the airport for their long day of travel back to California.

“I know, baby. Me too. I think Leo isn’t going to question me being gone more often, though. Knowing what I know about how he feels about Parker. So I was thinking maybe every couple of days I could go to your dorm? Stay with you?”

That would have to do. Until they could figure out how to tell Leo.

“And how long do we do that until we finally tell him?” Harry watched her put her shoes into a shoe bag before placing it on top of the pile of clothes.

“I don’t know. Maybe Tuesday night I can come over and you and I can really discuss our plan. With you graduating soon, that might be something to factor in, you know?”

He nodded, “Yeah. We could rent an apartment together. I’ll get a job.”

“And me too. I’m gonna start looking for work,” she looked at the young man and stopped what she was doing, placing herself in between his legs and sticking her fingers into his curls, “This won’t be easy but it’s gonna be worth it. I love you.”

Harry tilted his head back and closed his eyes to bask in the feel of her fingers on his scalp. He smiled and hummed before opening his eyes to look back at her, “I know it’ll be worth it. I love you too.”

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[fuckmyskywalker]

Doing a quick poll cuz I want y'all opinions;

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[avalentina]

It better be a whole helluva lot of hot, rough, torturous makeup sex. Harry just edging her for hours. She doesn't deserve crap after toying with his heart strings like that. I also wouldn't be upset if they were to run off together.

@gurugirl quit making me feel things! 😡.

I can never stay mad at you🤣😂😜

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