#stepcest aot

[heejayy]

Step sibling fics make me gag, yall enjoy reading that shit? It’s honestly disgusting…and don’t give me that bs it’s a preference or it’s fanfic- YOU LIKE READING ABT FUCKIN YOUR SIBLINGS?! SEND EM TO PRISON! 😭🤢

#I don’t wanna here NOTHING #that let’s me know a lot about you… #ary talks #heejayys opinions #HIDE THE KIDS #OFF WITH THEIR HEADS #ewwww #jjk #jjk scenarios #enhypen x reader #x reader #enhypen smut #aot x reader #stepcest #Jason Todd #jason todd x reader #nightwing x reader #draco malfoy #eren yaeger x reader #fan fiction #enhypen #aot smut

[fieryland]

stepbro! eren recording himself fucking your tight cunt while you sleep to show his girlfriend what his weekend plans are

Mmm just imagining how she must’ve cried when she first saw the recording, then the more she watched him split your untouched cunt open on his cock the wetter she was. Now all she can do is beg him to do it again, to dick you down so good you can’t form a coherent word. “show me her tight little pussy, show me how you fuck her, Eren.”

She would plead and plead, then when he comes home she’d jerk him off while holding his phone in front of him, showcasing a slideshow of your pictures. Pumping his fat cock at a quick pace and sliding his precum up and down the length of him, she spoke. “Oh, fuck. Look at your sis, ‘ren, isn’t she so fucking hot?” Eren groans at the words, nodding his head as his bun bobs along with it.

“Yeah, don’t you wanna cum all over that little cunt, hm? Fuck yeah, cum for your little sis, Eren. Do it.” she encourages, and he cums right after a couple more up and down strokes. They both moan a mantra of your name, but— it’s not over yet, no. This time, he’s fucking her.

It was different, though. He had her face buried in the mattress as it was only a distraction from what he really wanted. With her out of the way, it was easier for Eren to imagine your face, your cunt, your body. So naturally, he let out groans after groans of your name— just wishing it was you.

“Shit, she’s so much tighter than you.” Eren directs his words to his girlfriend, furrowing his eyebrows in sick pleasure. “Yeah, my little sis has the tightest fuckin’ pussy. Prettier, too.” She moans at the degradation, venom dripping off his tongue and onto her core.

“Say her name.” He demands, chasing his high as he picks up the pace. She whines your name at least a hundred times over before tightening around Eren— cumming all over his cock. And if it wasn’t for Eren’s imagination and recollection of the night he used you in your very own bed, he wouldn’t have cum, either.

#tw stepcest #eren x reader #attack on titan #eren #eren jaeger #aot #eren jaeger headcanons #eren jaeger x reader #eren jeager smut #eren smut #eren x black reader #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager #shingeki no kyojin #eren aot #eren yeager smut #aot eren #snk #eren x black y/n #eren x you #eren yeager headcanons #eren headcanons #eren x black fem!reader #eren x y/n #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #aot x black reader #aot x reader #eren x reader smut #aot smut

[angelplummie]

thinking about stepdad armin……

cw: stepcest, age gap, contemplating cheating, sexual imagery, horniness

masterlist part 2

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you think you’re home alone. or rather, you thought you were home alone. because now you’re completely naked in the hall of your childhood home, staring into baby blue eyes. they’re blown wide open as he looks down and then right back up. pink erupts under his skin and he opens his mouth to speak, but you don’t let him. wet hair leaving water stains on the carpet, you run back into the bathroom and slam the door closed.

great. you just got home from summer vacation at your uni yesterday, and now it’s going to be awkward for the rest of the two months. you really really thought you were home alone, you thought they were at work. but you’d done it now. blood burnt your cheeks and embarrassment broiled in your stomach.

you did have to admit, your mum’s boyfriend was handsome, you’d thought so ever since you met a year ago. he looked a lot younger than he was, but the maturity with which he carried himself gave him away. he was always put together, refined. he wore silver rings on his slender fingers that you could never keep your eyes away from. he wore timeless clothes that screamed a contemporary elegance. he was always warm and kind and seemed to really want to get to know you. even if it was nothing more than a gesture to your mother, you appreciated it. he would always remember things you had told him in your last visit, always knew the right thing to say. he was so much better than boys your age, so much more real, more developed and solidified. he made you feel safe, made you want to please him. maybe it was because he was just ten years older than you, as he was considerably younger than your mother, you had always felt a certain connection to him. their relationship seemed to have progressed so fast, and you tried to suppress your jealousy, tried to make yourself forget it was ever there. but it was. and now you were even more embarrassed.

but aside from embarrassment, you couldn’t help the throb of your clit, the heavy wet feeling between your pussy lips. he had seen you, all of you. what was he thinking right now? you’re a pretty girl with a pretty body, he can’t be neutral to you right? you had wondered if he thought you were pretty, if he was attracted to you. if really deep down he wanted you. sometimes hugs would be tight and you would hear him inhale in your hair, looks would linger. he touched you unnecessarily, on the knee, on the shoulder, kisses on cheeks. he would take you out to eat, just one on one. your mother loved it, thought it was so sweet of him to make the effort. it made you squirm inside. maybe he was just friendly, maybe you were a crazy little girl, impassioned by the slightest attention.

but maybe he wanted you as much as you wanted him. maybe he wanted you more.

you imagined him on the other side of the door still red faced and flustered, hard in his pants. you imagined it straining against his jeans, his boxers. you imagined him taking it out and you imagined the tip dribbling precum. you pussy spasmed at the thought, the very idea that he wants you.

but now you needed to think rationally, you need to be a big girl. what would someone that didn’t want to fuck their new stepdad do?

you grab a towel, rush back into your room. creaking from around the house told you he was still home, probably feeling too embarrassed to approach you about things. you quickly dry off and get dressed before shooting armin a text that reads:

hi i’m really really sorry about that!! i thought i was home alone but still i should’ve been more cautious. i hope i didn’t mentally scar you 😭

perfect, you thought. it was friendly and normal and completely denied the idea that you thought about him thinking about you in any other way than paternally. which you hoped he did, in a yucky wrong sort of way. you hoped he did view you as something to protect, something that was his in some way. you wish the guilt and repulsion of this realisation made it go away, but it didn’t.

luckily for you, armin was in shambles in the exact way you wanted him to be. after pacing his bedroom for five minutes and he waited for you to leave the bathroom, he had gone downstairs to busy himself with cooking something. as an apology maybe, but mainly to take his mind off what he was never supposed to think about. what he couldn’t get out of his head.

before, it was a benign attraction. a want, not a need. he saw you, watched you. you’re a beautiful girl, it doesn’t make him a pervert to see that. and you’re such a sweet girl, such a good daughter. you were always giggly with him, always receptive. you made him want to be sweet and kind and warm, made him want to take care of you, whether you need it or not. so what if when he got the chance he was a little affectionate? aren’t all good father figures? bear hugs and reassuring squeezes, kisses on cheeks, that’s nothing! he loves your mother, she has her charms in her own little way.

but he would be lying if he hadn’t thought about it, the big it he couldn’t get over. he thought about what you would feel like, what those ever-glossed lips would feel like pressing against his skin. wrapped around his cock. he imagined those big doe eyes watering for him, choking on his cock, or, an even more dangerous thought, whimpering at the stretch in your tight young pussy. the thought of you and your insides plagued him, but he had managed to convince himself it was nothing. that he loved your mother really, and maybe it more of a compliment to her, since you look so alike.

but now, that has all gone out of the window.

how couldn’t it? now that he knew, knew with 100% certainty that your body was just as he had imagined, what could he do? cock aching with want, he sighed for the tenth time in 20 minutes and distractedly chopped potatoes. now he knew your tits were just as jiggly as he imagined, knew how soft you really were, knew you didn’t shave. he knew how sweet your little bush looked, so natural and untouched. he wondered if you’d ever been touched by a man before, but he shook the idea from his head.

he was a bad, bad man. but that didn’t mean he could stop these thoughts.

armin hears his phone ping on the kitchen counter, and takes it in shaking hands. he reads your message, stepping away from the cutting board and rubbing his forehead. what a sweet girl, he thinks. before he can stop thinking, he thinks more. what it would be like to bend your soft body to his will, to feel the undoubtably tight grip of your wet hole. would you still be his sweet girl then? he replies:

no worries at all, i should have made my presence known xx

he sends it with an eleventh sigh, and distractedly returns to his cooking.

in your bedroom, your heart pounds as you see the notification of his text.

oh.

why are you disappointed?

no really, why?

he was sweet and generous and lovely as usual, what were you disappointed about?

a dark cloud forms in your belly, and you know why. it’s because he didn’t reply to the last part of your message. the part you wanted him to reply to the very most. you wanted him to, at the very least, reply to it, acknowledge the absurdity of him being scarred by a body like yours. it’s self deprecating, it demands a rebuttal.

you react with a heart to his message and turn off your phone with a sigh.

maybe he really doesn’t want you, maybe it has been all in your head. it’s a possibility, you suppose. how awful are you, thinking about your mothers boyfriend like this? you’re terrible, a horrible girl. she’s happy. shes happy with him, and after everything with your father, that’s what you want for her.

that was it then. you really would never have him. that was it. forget about it. now.

but he isn’t forgetting about, not at all. he’s still staring at where you liked the message, allowing the water he was boiling to spill over before he turns down the heat. he can’t forget now. how is he doing to cope? two months of you, how was he going to keep this under wraps? even now, he feels tense knowing you’re upstairs, in nothing more than a towel. he knows the smell of your body wash, your conditioner, he knows exactly what your skin would taste like. he knows what your nipples look like, can imagine how it would feel to squeeze your doughy breast.

he feels desperate, clawing out for something he doesn’t understand. he doesn’t want to stop talking to you. he knows he needs to. he has to leave you alone as much as he can, for the sake of these two months. but he doesn’t want to.

so, serval minutes after his first message, he messages you again.

your butterflies swarm your stomach and you suppress a squeal in case he might hear you as your phone lights up again.

you open it immediately, far past caring what it says that you were so quick to read it. the message reads:

and trust me, i’m far from scarred xx

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a/n: i will make a part 2 asap but i need to get this out in the world or i’ll die. reblog if you enjoyed!!

#aot armin #armin smut #armin x reader #attack on titan armin #armin arlert #armin aot #armin arlet x reader #armin arlet smut #aot armin smut #armin x y/n #armin x reader smut #stepdad!armin #aot smut #attack on titan smut #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #tw stepcest #tw age gap

[wh0rrorb4by]

4:20am - stepbro!eren x reader

warnings: stepcest, heavy dubcon, noncon (tagging just in case), smoking, virginity loss

18+, minors dni

step brother eren who sneaks into your room in the early hours of the morning, telling you that he can’t sleep, that he’s bored and he knows you’ve never smoked before and wants your first time to be with him. step brother eren who fucks you with his fingers nice and slow as he gets you to smoke way more than you should, muttering filthy things to you as you whine and shake through the first orgasm anyone had ever given you. eren makes sure your little head is so clouded and empty that you don’t even notice his sweatpants being shoved down and his hand palming his hard cock to the sight of you. it’s not until you’re looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, mouth open and tongue poking out as you take in his pretty features that you realize the fat, leaking tip of his cock is nudging at your dripping entrance. you try to protest, try to shake your head and press against his chest, but you’re too far gone and far too weak against him. he grips your thighs and bullies his cock into you slowly, and you vaguely hear him curse as he bottoms out, watching you in awe as your eyes roll back and you gasp at the feeling of him stuffing you full. it all felt so surreal, so fucking good - your body, your headspace, the squeezing of your tight walls around his long, thick cock. your step brother just loved you so much, he only wanted to make sure your first time was with someone who could make you feel good.

#aot smut #eren smut #eren dubcon #eren noncon #eren x reader #dark content #eren stepcest #wh0rrorb4by

[jaegerdilf]

g!p mikasa!!!! being her little stepsister and her wanting to corrupt u, it’s a dream ><

pairings: mikasa ackerman x f! reader

warnings: stepcest + g!p + innocent! reader + virginity + blood + mommy kink + pregnancy + breeding

💌: THIS ASK IS EVERYTHING TO ME

“mikasa? what are you doin’?”

your voice shakes a little when you question her, eyes wide in shock as she seats you on her lap and slips a hand between your thighs, fingers circling your clit. the stimulation is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, her fingers the first to make you feel this good.

“jus’ playin’ with you, angel. don’t mind me just enjoy it,” she replies with a smile on her face, giddy at the thought of finally getting to fuck your cunt.

you allow yourself to enjoy having your pussy toyed with and it makes you moan, nipples hardening under your blouse. her cock is fully hard now, precum leaking onto your panties n you decide to grind against her slowly. “do you like that, kasa? does it f-feel good?”

she can’t resist you any longer and pulls her dick out, lining it up with your hole before forcing her way inside.

“this feels better, sweetheart.” she answers with a slight giggle, cock twitching when you gasp and squirm from the pain of her breaking your hymen. she fills you up so well it’s almost overwhelming and it makes you cum with a squeal. “that’s a good girl,” she praises, “can’t believe you’re a virgin.”

“you’re takin’ my cock so well. fuck, gonna cum inside you ‘n knock you up. you’d like that wouldn’t you, sis?” she’s losing her mind as she continues pounding your cunt. “yes! i’d like that, wanna make you a mommy so bad, please!” your filthy words are her breaking point, cum spurting deep inside your womb as your pussy spasms, milking your stepsister for all she’s worth.

after mikasa pulls out she makes you suck her off n use your mouth to clean up the mixture of blood and cum <3

#♡.love letter #♡.confectionary #attack on titan #mikasa ackerman #aot #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan smut #mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa ackerman smut #aot smut #aot x reader #🍭.stepcest #🍭.mommy kink #🍭.blood #🍭.virginity #🍭.g!p

[yikimiki]

Possessive!stepbrother Eren who tells you about the dangers of the world and men. You need to stay away from them and always stay with Eren. You know better than to disobey him.

this is my shit actually 😎

⚠️ warnings: dark content and smut, manipulation/gaslighting, stepcest, possessive and toxic behavior, fem!reader is very innocent and inexperienced, but they’re both in their early 20’s (college), praise and degradation, misogyny

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“What did I tell you?” Eren speaks slowly, as if he’s talking to a child. You turn your gaze away from him, cheeks burning and tears rolling down your face — you knew it would come to this, because Eren is always, always right. “I told you he would break your heart, that’s why you don’t listen to what college guys say.”

You nod, fighting back a sob, but still can’t meet his eyes. After being stood up for three hours, you really don’t need to hear him rub salt in your wound. “I know, Eren, I’m stupid, is that what you wanna hear?” You say. You pull your knees closer to you, against your chest, and you think that if you make yourself any smaller you might vanish. “Can you go now?”

He scoffs. “And leave you like this? Of course not.” Eren leans closer to you, and your bed creaks under his weight. His warm hand meets the wet skin of your cheek, and he makes you turn your head towards him. “Want your big brother to make you feel better? Hm? That way you always like?”

You nod — once again, you knew it would come to this.

Eren has nurtured a bad habit for a long time now — the habit of making sure you know who you belong to. What kind of big brother would he be if he didn’t make sure his sister is safe? And who would he be if he didn’t tell you, again and again, that every guy out there just wants you for your body? Of course you got stood up, it’s because—

“—You’re easy to fuck,” Eren speaks against your mouth, ignoring your whimpers as his cock drills inside your pussy. It should always be like this, he thinks, and there’s a tinge of nausea inside his stomach thinking that his precious little sister got fucked by another cock. “You’re an easy slut, that’s why you always end up like this. That’s why— fuck — that’s why you don’t get taken seriously.”

“It’s not true,” you whine, but your mind isn’t all there by this point. Even if Eren says it just to keep you in line, he’s pretty sure you’re a little cock-crazy from the way you always melt away the second he’s inside you. That stupid little brain of yours can’t really deal with a lot at once. “You’re so mean, it’s not my fault.”

“It’s your fault, yeah,” he says. His hand is firm when he holds your cheeks together, making you pout. There are tears staining your lash line, but he doesn’t care. “When are you going to understand that your pussy is mine? Uh? No one can fuck you like this.” Eren rolls his hips and hits your cervix, the mixture of pain and pleasure makes your eyes roll back. “No one cares as much as I do.”

Your pretty eyes are all hazy when you look at him, cunt clenching desperately around his girth. Eren is fucking huge, and he has worked long and hard to make sure that you can take his cock fully, like the good slut that you are. “I’m… I’m sorry,” you give in. His cock is throbbing inside you, soaking wet and leaking precum, and you can’t think when the lewd sounds echo all around you. “Can you fill me up? Please?”

He scoffs. “Only good girls get filled up, not needy sluts like you,” Eren speaks, and you whine in desperation against his warm mouth. He smiles — you’re so, so easy to mold. He’s sure you’d do anything he asks at this point. “Are you my good girl? My good little baby?” You nod, again and again, not breaking eye contact. “Want me to cum inside your pussy, yeah? Gotta keep it all inside, baby, you know it. Gotta push it deep and not waste one drop.”

“I- I won’t waste, please,” you moan. “Please, Eren, please…”

And he does — because he also loves to spoil you, and loves even more to know that he’s claiming you every time he cums inside your pussy. It’s so much, so thick, that you always cum right after him, clenching around his cock and milking him dry as he continues to plunge inside your messy hole. “Good fucking girl, that’s my good cock slut,” he praises, watching as the white liquid squelches out. “That’s my fucking pussy, fuck.”

“It’s yours, Eren,” you mumble. “I’m all yours.”

#eren smut #aot smut #eren x reader #attack on titan smut #eren x you #snk smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger x you #stepcest eren

[skrunklybf-archived]

bad influence!

pairing: step-brother!connie x reader x jean

warnings: dark content! step-cest! smut! mdni!!! maybe ooc?

tags: mfm threesome, dubcon(?), smoking weed, they're all high it's whatever, step-cest, unprotected sex, creampie, doggystyle, blowjob, swallowing, praise, pet names, almost getting caught, not proofread

notes: hi i'm not dead 🤪 take this connie/jean smut as a peace offering mayhaps?? reblogs are appreciated as always xoxo love you stay safe

"I know you have shit in here, so you better share or I'm snitching."

You raise your gaze from the game on your phone to the young men inviting themselves into your room. Jean leans back against the door and closes it with a soft click, much softer than the threat Connie entered with. You cock a brow, unamused.

"What?"

"You know what."

Connie, despite the faux menacing look he gives you, emits the familiar air of playfulness he's known for. He crosses the space between your door and your bed in record speed, diving for the little table next to your head. Dexterous hands scavenge through the drawers and ignore the annoyed protests you shoot at him.

"Dude, fuck off!"

"You fuck off," Connie dodges your swatting hands and plucks a tie-dye colored jar from the bottom drawer, "holding out on your poor, misfortunate brother. You should be ashamed of yourself." It'd be a surprise if you couldn't see the your own brain with how hard your eyes rolled themselves back.

Your step-mom had been adamant about Connie staying clean after a rather hilarious call she received from him at three in the morning, begging her to come pick him up from the side of the road. He'd gotten away with just a warning from a "generous" officer that night, meanwhile you had gotten plenty to make fun of him for and his mom gained a bargaining chip she'd been putting to good use. The house had never been more bleach-and-lemon scented.

"Oh, boo hoo," you fake cry, jutting your bottom lip out in a pouty fashion, "maybe don't get pulled over with your dumbass friends next time, Con."

"Hey," Jean pipes up from his stationary position at the door, seemingly offended but grinning all the while. Connie tosses the jar from hand to hand casually, trying to ignore the big doe eyes you shoot him in your little mockery scene. "Not my fault Sasha drives like a menace," he replies, twisting open the lid and taking a deep sniff of the flowery contents. Lost in an overdramatized state of bliss, he fails to notice you sitting up and snatching your weed jar right out of his hand. Connie whines at the loss. "C'mon, just smoke us up one time." he begs much like a puppy, even going so far as to clasp his hands together in a cartoony fashion.

Your lip twitches.

"Just me and Jean," he continues, "Sasha's on house arrest until further notice. Her dad was pretty pissed, won't let her leave."

A conniving and dark chuckle surprises your step-brother and his oddly quiet friend, coming straight from your chest. The little jar suddenly feels so heavy in your hand, weighed down like a giant golden poker chip. "So, you come to me in your time of need," you slur out dramatically, "on the day of my daughter's wedding--"

"Alright alright, cut the shit, you're weirding me out. What do you want? I already have to clean the damn house for two months."

Connie almost looks nervous before you, switching his weight between his feet. This is a strange sight for you; he's usually boisterous, carefree, charismatic. You pull your feet up to sit criss-cross on the bed. A thoughtful look passes over your face. "You gotta walk Scout--"

"Done."

"Okay, fiend, I wasn't done."

"Whatever you want, I don't caaaaare. Just smoke with us."

Jean was easy to forget about in the moment, sitting as a hopeful but cautious observer a ways away. You blink at him, off-color thoughts dripping into your sleepy brain like a shoddy faucet.

"Fine. Garage."

Okay, so maybe your mind wasn't pure and fluffy and wholesome, and maybe some would label you a dog for these fleeting thoughts that came to you in the strangest moments. Maybe you shouldn't be feeling that heavy, burning sensation in the pit of your belly when your step-brother takes an unnecessarily strong drag off the blunt, bathing his face in an orangey glow from the cherry. Connie always had a fresh face, a contagious grin that got to you in ways that it most likely shouldn't have, given your relationship.

Well, technically, your parents relationship -- one that began right as Connie was starting his freshman year of college -- but still.

He passes the blunt up to Jean in the passenger's seat, who had easily won the race you declared on the way to your car. "First hand on the hood gets the front seat," you announced, and the young men scrambled over each other like excited puppies to slap your poor Honda in victory.

Jean takes a normal, sane hit, pinching his bronze eyes closed to avoid the flying smoke. It almost feels mesmerizing watching these two through the haze. Invisible green hands relax your face into a look of contentment, massaging away any irritation Connie had sparked by interrupting your game. Behind you, your step-brother coughs into his fist dramatically, heaving out a big sigh once his lungs quit their spasming.

"You seriously saved the day," he says, letting his cheek rest against the side of your headrest. If you turned enough, your noses would touch. Amused, you take the blunt from Jean, quietly admiring how his long fingers hold the wrap so delicately.

"I'd say we owe you, but you're kinda evil, so I'll just say thank you," the brunette beside you adds. His voice has dipped low and gravely since you all started hotboxing, reaching a baritone that leaves your heart hammering.

"Evil? Wow," you reply flatly, "I feel the gratitude in waves."

Connie smacks Jean lightly on the cheek while you take your puff. "What he means is, your genius is only surpassed by the world's most prolific professors," he says in a much-too-serious tone, "like, y'know, Hannibal Lecter, or like, Dr. Evil."

Pulling up a leg to rest in your seat, you snort in laughter, thick white smoke billowing out from your nose.

"Thanks, Con."

"No problem, babe."

Jean guffaws before you can. "Did you just call her babe?"

Connie, golden eyes wide, throws himself back into the backseat. He waves his hand flippantly, as if he could bat away the subject. "What? No, shut up."

You and Jean whip yourselves around at the same time, shoulders pressed against one another. "You totally did." You tease, smirk wide on your face.

Connie melts into the dark fabric. A heavy warmth surges over his face. "I just, y'know, I'm usually a gentleman and I smoke girls up," he runs a hand through his short hair, "slip of the tongue."

Jean snorts, letting his gaze slide over to you in his peripheral. "And then you compare her to the girls you fuck. Interesting."

Your shared laughter embarrasses Connie more than it irks him, sending his hands flying up to scrub over his face. In a show of mercy, you pass the blunt back to the poor boy, fending for his life all alone in the back of the car. Connie pinches the wrap and suddenly smirks toward his friend, charged and ready. "Jean, I could end your entire career right now."

Curious, you lean back some and look at Jean next. He pauses, switching a suspicious gaze between you both.

"I dunno what you're talking about."

"Oh, bullshit! How many times have I caught you staring at her ass?"

Shock formed your mouth into a tiny 'o' first but unbridled amusement twists it into a devilish grin. "Is that so?" You nudge a finger harshly into Jean's bicep. The young man swats your hand away and shoots his friend a glare. Connie's cackling jumps around the cars walls, spurring your own laughter to bubble out and making Jean roll his eyes.

Wiping faux tears, you watch Jean snatch the blunt from Connie and take a pouty puff, his jaw tense. "Not sure how to take in this information, honestly. Who knew both of you weirdos wanted to fuck me?" You twist back around to lean properly against your seat. A victorious glow radiates from your warmed face, neck, chest -- even if it was all jokes, the idea sits heavy in your mind and lower belly.

"I think you're the weirdo for being so psyched about it." Connie says from behind, his usually chirpy voice dragging low, like he'd just woken up from a long nap. A few quick puffs burn the blunt to your fingertips and you pinch it out with freshly licked fingers.

"I don't hear either of you denying it." You chime, dropping the roach into your cup holder to deal with later. Jean, still awkwardly turned in his seat, looks back at Connie, and there's a moment of quiet that you get lost in, brain and body fuzzy from your high.

Inside the car, a sheen of smoke blankets over you three and beads sweat over your skin. The warmth feels more comforting than suffocating. Swirls of white and gray are barely illuminated by the dim blue nightlight inside the garage. It feels dreamy, almost ethereal in a strange way.

Jean pulls you back into the moment when he runs a large hand through his hair. He's relaxed into the seat, long legs cocked out enough that his knee threatens to knock into your hand on the center console. Connie leans forward, resting a hot hand over your shoulder. "It's hot as fuck in here, let's go inside."

"Alright, yeah. You guys go, I'm gonna park outside and air this baby out before heading in."

Connie squeezes your shoulder and all but rolls out of the backseat, stretching his legs and arms out like a sleepy kitten. Jean hesitates opening his own door beside you. He clears his throat. "Just so you know, I stare at your face too," his voice is quiet, like he doesn't want Connie to hear, and you quirk your brow at him curiously. He sputters for a second, "y'know, not just your ass. I mean, it's nice -- you have a nice ass. But like, that's not all that's nice. Your -- you --"

You cut him off with a giggle. "I'm glad you think my face is nice, Jean."

The low light was just enough to see the goofy grin grow over his face before he slid out, joining his friend at the door leading inside. Connie bumps into him playfully and the two stooges shuffle off, leaving you all alone in the smoky blue garage.

Heading in, you expect to spy the two raiding the fridge, or perhaps even locked away in Connie's room playing games. Instead, you find two men in your room, lazing around like they own the place. Connie sits in your computer chair, his slippered feet propped up onto a bare spot on your desk, while Jean sits at the foot of your bed, leaned back on both palms. Only Jean looks at you once you enter, his bronze gaze only slightly sleepy as it rolls over your form.

"Oh, hello," you quip, hand hovering over the doorknob. For some reason, it feels like you intruded on them, versus them plundering your room. Connie, in his stretched out position, nods too casually in your direction. A little bit of his stomach peeks out from under his shirt -- you can see the waistband of his boxers, stretching around the V shaped muscles that disappear under his sweats.

"Let's watch a movie." Connie reaches toward a few figurines you keep beside your monitor, itching to busy his hands with something or another. You look between the two, wondering if there's something you're missing -- but ultimately, you shrug, closing the door behind you.

Twenty minutes into a Marvel movie you've seen a thousand times, there's two hands on your thighs and not a single thought in your brain. Jean, on your right, squeezes gently every few moments, and the pressure feels so warm and comforting -- Connie, on the other side, swipes his thumb in a mesmerizing half moon, leaving tingles in its wake. Their skin is hot against your own.

The coyness surrounding you all is nearly suffocating. You want so badly to acknowledge the growing sense of want, of need in your center, but all you can do is stretch your legs out and lean back against the wall.

Connie lets his pinky fiddle with the hem of your shorts, between your legs. As small as the action is, it still draws a tiny gasp from you, something that doesn't go unnoticed by anybody. He glances over, a little smirk on his face. "Weirdo." he mumbles, but takes it as a good sign. His hand glides upward just the tiniest bit, spread wide and gripping at the soft flesh more eagerly. Jean follows suit, watching curiously as he trails his own hand upward, slipping a few fingers under your shorts and dangerously close to touching your panties.

Your legs react on their own. Knees bending, they butterfly out, allowing the men more access. There's no use in thinking any of it over; Jean has a hand on the side of your face, gently urging you over to look at him, and Connie messes with the crease where your thigh meets your pelvis before you can make any internal argument about it. Looking up at the brunette, you feel so vulnerable, a far cry from the cocky attitude you held in the car earlier. He smiles down at you, drinking you up, savoring the doe-eyes and the way your lips part when he leans in.

Lips slotted together, it feels effortless to kiss Jean, but it takes all your willpower not to gasp into his mouth when Connie retracts his hand, only to press directly over your clothed center. The heel of his palm digs into your clit through the thin layers of fabric, purposeful and direct, and he uses a finger to press between your folds. You end up losing the battle, but only partly, letting a little whimper loose against Jean's surprisingly soft lips. He slowly licks into your mouth and raises his hand to rest over your lower belly, dipping under your shirt to smooth over the warmed skin.

Your eyes are closed, body alight with so many exciting sensations you're not sure what to focus on. Regaining a moment of sense, you can feel yourself reaching for both of them, settling on their legs at your sides. It grounds you, anchors you, but it doesn't last long. Connie's chuckle sounds out beside you. "You're wet," he says, nudging your shorts aside to urge a finger against your underwear. "I can feel it through your panties."

Breaking away from Jean, the urge to pant and catch your breath is as tempting as it is embarrassing. You glance at Connie, looking at you like a hungry wolf, and slide your hands over both of their laps, somehow surprised to be met with strained fabric. "You're one to talk." You reply, gripping the noticeable bulges beneath your palms. Both of them utter a sort of groan, stretching themselves out to allow better access. Connie's dickprint could clearly be seen through his sweats, strapped to his thigh by a pair of boxer briefs, but Jean's dick laid more concealed beneath his dark jeans, the rigid fabric keeping you from getting a whole hand around him. You wonder for a moment how different their dicks looked -- how different they would feel, bare against your hand, your tongue, even stretching you out.

The clothes come off in a sort of frenzy, confidence blooming in your chest once the men were down to their underwear with their cocks begging to be freed. Suddenly, you lost the shy feeling of toeing around what you all wanted. You found your voice.

Straddling Jean's hips backwards, you face Connie, holding onto the brunette's strong thighs for balance. Jean teases his dick through your folds and gasps when you grind against him, brushing his head over your needy clit. Before you, at the foot of the bed, Connie leans back, legs spread so he can jerk off comfortably to the sight in front of him. Your eyes follow his movements -- working up the veiny shaft until dollops of pre ooze out from his flushed tip.

Jean's hands shift from groping and massaging your ass to gripping the supple meat of your hips, rocking you up and down as you slide your pussy over his cock. Arousal leaking, you're so wet he could slip right inside, given a good enough angle -- but he lets you move whichever way you want to, lets his eyes roll back with a groan.

"You wanna watch me fuck your best friend, Con?" You ask sweetly, voice tinted far too innocently for the hungry way you look down at him, splayed open on your mattress. Connie flicks his wrist, caught between watching your cunt work around Jean's dick and watching your face, such a sly smile crawling over your warmed cheeks. "Gonna watch me ride him stupid?"

Beneath you, Jean's hips twitch. His fingers dig into you with more urgency, a deep groan leaking from his chest. "Hold on, baby. Be a good boy for me." You coo, reaching down to cup his balls and press his cock flush against your wet lips. Shockwaves pulse through your body when you rub your clit against the silky smooth skin of his dickhead. Little moans spill out from your lips, urging both of the men on in their own motions; Jean bucks up into your hold, Connie grips his cock more fervently.

"You sound so fucking pretty like this," Jean utters from behind you, and Connie grunts, adding, "you look so pretty like this. Wanna see you all filled up."

Pleased, you lift your hips and align Jean's long dick with your entrance. It takes a moment for you to ease down all the way. A delightful burn shoots up your center, working to stretch around his meat and accommodate to his size, but you feel so full, so satisfied once he's buried inside you. His dick curves just the perfect way to hit the right spot deep inside your cunt.

"Oh, fuck," you mutter once you're pelvis to pelvis.

"Feels good?" Connie squeezes his tip, smearing more pre over himself. Eyes sliding shut, you nod eagerly and rock your hips, drinking in every gasp and moan that Jean offers so generously from beneath you. For a few moments you simply scoot and rock, massaging that spot and working up a tight coil in your belly. With the motions your body leans forward, providing Jean with the perfect view of your ass and Connie with the jiggle of your tits. Wet, lewd sounds slip into the space between you all, making the moment feel all too real.

"That's it, baby, take what you need," Jean smooths a hand up your curved spine. His heels dig into the mattress so he can press harder into your core.

Connie watches you start to bounce, a look of utter bliss washing over your face, and groans with every broken little moan you breathe out. He jerks into his fist in time with Jean's half hip thrusts. He can be patient, he can wait, he tells himself; no matter how he feels about Jean fucking you, the view and symphony you've selflessly provided him were more than enough to have every ounce of blood rush from his brain straight to his dick.

"Kiss, k-kiss me, Con," you mewl out, your breathing already growing heavy. The man jumps onto his knees and crawls forward, so eager to hold your jaw in one hand and give you exactly what you asked for. The kiss is sloppy, messy and wet, tongues sliding around each other without much direction, but it feels like exactly what you need, adding fuel to the flame in your core.

Connie slicks his hand up and down his shaft while he tongues you, eyes shut and abs squeezing tight. So many new experiences tonight, so little time to process them -- the thought of a threesome with Jean wasn't too out of left field, but the fact that you were smack in the middle of it was almost crazy enough to make him question if this was all a long, wet dream, one that would leave him sticky yet unsatisfied when he woke.

"You take me so fucking good," Jean grips your ass cheeks roughly, spreading them to take in the view of his cock sliding in and out of you with such ease. The desk lamp catches your arousal in a glimmer, leaking out and into the smearing of dark brunette hair around his pelvis. "Shit, so fucking good."

The praise makes you melt and stutter your bouncing, mewling into Connie's mouth and choosing to rock yourself back and forth to gain composure, but it's a fruitless effort. Pulling away from his mouth, an involuntary cry rips from your throat and that pressure inside mounts to an unbearable edge.

"F-Fuck, fuck fuck fuck--"

"Oh shit, are you cumming already?" Connie's eyes grow wide, looking down at you like a world wonder. He drops his hand from your face to grope at your tits, smoothing over the pert nipples and pinching them lightly to make you gasp.

Jean takes control. He holds onto you like you'd rocket off into space without him and hammers upward into your spasming cunt, jaw tensed as you milk him, your mouth dropped open in a silent cry. "God, fuck -- yeah, she is. C'mon baby, cum on my cock," he pleads more than commands, voice almost lost against the lewd slapping sounds coming from between you. The orgasm feels nearly shocking, crashing over you from head to toe and bathing your entire body in sparks and a deep, burning heat. Silken walls squeeze and shake, much like your hands, which grasp onto Connie's strong forearm to keep you from simply falling over in the peak of your pleasure.

The most you can offer is little squeaks as the wave dies down. You feel a little lightheaded and let out a shaky exhale, eyes fluttering open to meet those of your step-brother -- his gaze feels impossibly heavy as it flicks over your face. He licks his lips and offers a sly grin. "You're so fucking pretty." Connie says lowly. An almost ditzy smile flashes his way and you close the minimal space between your faces, catching his lips in another kiss.

Jean slows his movements to more purposeful, deep thrusts, and relaxes his grip, but rolls his head back into the pillow and utters a deep groan. "Where -- Where d'you want me? M'close," he breathes.

You break away from Connie, who whines a little, but watches you closely. Jelly-like legs work with you to unmount Jean and twist around so that you can take him into your mouth, propping your ass up into the air in front of Connie, almost like an offering. Jean watches you with half lidded eyes. His cock looks even bigger with your hand wrapped around it -- wetness and a little thick cream coat his bare, flushed skin, which you lick up in long strokes of the tongue. He pulses under your touch, eagerly lifting his hips to meet your lips as you kiss over his sensitive skin.

The brunette curses under his breath when you meet the heated eye-contact, smiling coyly before sliding his meat between your lips, suckling him and flicking your hot tongue over his frenulum.

Connie, behind you, eyes his friend's undoing, watches as Jean grips the pastel sheets beneath him with strong hands. Your ass dangles so teasingly in front of him, darkened shapes in the form of fingerprints ghost around your plump skin from where Jean held you just moments before.

He never thought himself to be possessive, but watching you impale yourself to the point of cumming over Jean's cock and licking up the delicious mess you made without so much as touching his own needy prick sparked something in Connie, a strange, primal sort of urge that drives his hips forward on their own. His hands grip at your hips and draw a surprised hum from your busy mouth, but the way you wiggle your ass in reply is enough to bring a grin back to his face. Your thighs are still slicked with your own cum and arousal, your hole flutters around nothing as he spreads your cheeks and peers at the mess you made.

Connie marvels at the way your supple skin feels cupped in his hands, so soft and smooth under his touch. He nudges his leaking tip against your center, rubbing up and down through your lips and gathering up wetness to spread over himself. "This okay, baby?" he asks smoothly, leaning over you to speak closer to your ear. With a mouth full, you nod and press back against him, gasping when the motion pushes just a little of his fat tip into you.

Jean locks eyes with Connie for a moment. The novelty of the situation hasn't worn off yet -- they share a few seconds of raised brows and near drunken grins before Connie presses into you with a firm and concise thrust. Vibrations from your rather deep and needy moan flutter around Jean's cock and immediately push him right up to the edge, rolling his eyes back as his stomach muscles grow taut. Cockhead pressed against the back of your throat, Jean gasps out the neediest sound he's made all night, "fuck, 'm cumming, 'm-- aah," his legs shake as he releases his load straight down your throat. You moan around him, sucking and flicking your tongue over the underside of his pulsing dick, resisting the urge to gag and gathering pinprick tears across your waterline.

Connie waits, already filling you to the brim, rubbing his hands over your hips soothingly. The room feels hotter and thicker than ever before -- Jean pants at the head of the bed, lids heavy as he gazes down and watches you lick up wayward spit strands from his throbbing dick. "Holy shit," the brunette breathes. "Holy shit. Thank you."

A little giggle spills out from your swollen, plump lips, and you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. "You don't need to tha-- ah, ah, fuck!"

Connie snaps his hips to and fro, urging you forward and back with the motions. He slides so easily in and out of your cunt. Straight pornographic sounds punctuate the stuffy room and he throws his head back with a long, purposeful groan, settling his thumbs into the little indents above your ass like perfect riding handles. His cockhead pushes and presses inside you. There's some muddled emotion behind these thrusts, so strong and sharp in contrast with the rather bubbly persona you knew Connie to hold.

Jean sits up onto his elbows, watching your tits sway and jump with his friends motions. "Bring her over here, Connie," he jerks his head at an angle and beckons you up the bed. Connie, after a few more thrusts, obliges, though his brow is furrowed in a rare look of concentration as you two shuffle up, still locked together in a slick hold.

You find yourself between them both yet again, your mouth uncoordinated in all your post-orgasm-slash-pre-orgasm haze. Jean doesn't seem to mind -- he lazily kisses over your cheeks, your jaw, licking trails up the column of your throat as you hover over him with shaky arms. Connie ruts into you at a pace that surprises you, drawing louder and louder moans with every slap his balls deliver to your throbbing pussy. "Y'love it, don't you?" He groans, "you love taking your step-brother's cock, don't you, pretty girl?"

With a hot mouth sucking little bruises over your neck, you utter a little cry, eyes pinching shut as your cunt flutters around Connie's dick.

"Yes, yes yes yes," you manage, "fuck me, give me more, fuck-- Connie--"

"You close already? Hold on for me, baby, wait for me."

At the command, you find yourself clenching your thighs together, whimpering when Jean absolutely pushes you in the other direction by tweaking and pinching your nipples between his fingers. The brunette grins against your flushed skin. He flicks the sensitive nubs playfully, biting down on your shoulder and sucking hard enough that there'd surely be a big blooming bruise the next morning. Desperate whines greet both mens ears as your cunt drools recklessly between your legs.

"Please, please Con, need'ta cum," you beg. "Please let me cum--"

Groaning, Connie watches the ripple of plump flesh that accompanies every thrust. His mouth drops open before he can think through what he says next: "Gonna let me cum inside?"

Your hole clenches around him on its own accord. "C-Cum inside?"

"Mhm," he rolls with it, too lost in his building orgasm to care anymore, "gonna let me fill you up baby?"

Of course, it's all talk straight from a thoughtless brain -- he'd finish wherever you wanted him to. But if he didn't at least try, he'd be kicking himself for the foreseeable future.

Jean eyes his friend over your shoulder, but kisses a trail up to the shell of your ear, where he breathes hot waves over you. "Good girls leave no mess," he coaxes, making you shiver.

The coil in your belly is strung impossibly tight. Right at the edge, ready to plummet for the second time that night, you whimper and grasp for Jean, digging your nails into his arms. You feel a release, a dam breaking deep in your core, sending a dizzying wave washing over you yet again.

"Cum in me," it almost comes out as a whisper, "please c-cum in me, Connie."

And it's music to Connie's ears, sending goosebumps over his sweat-slicked body. He needs no more than a few more pumps before your swollen, twitching walls milk the cum out of his cock, squeezing him so tight he utters a moan one might label as pathetic -- but he couldn't care less, tilting his head back and burying himself as deep as he could to shoot his load against your abused cervix. Jean peppers light kisses over your face, to the corner of your mouth, hung wide in another fit of pleasure.

The delicate smoothing of Connie's hands over your lower back, the soft hum from Jean beneath you, it all lulls you into a state of exhaustion you weren't sure you were capable of staying awake for.

After a moment, Connie pulls out, eyeing the cum mixture that threatens to drip out of your twitching hole with wonder. "Holy shit," he says quietly, voice nearly cracking.

Holy shit. There's no train of thought to be found for the rest of the night, even as all three of you re-dress and bid Jean goodnight an hour later -- he gives you a kiss, feather light and unsure as it lays at the corner of your mouth, but you don't mind in the slightest -- and, as you pad to up to your room once again, a creaking door startles you straight out of your still-tingly skin.

How in the fuck had you forgotten, or, perhaps your horny brain simply ignored, that your parents were sleeping just down the hall?

The tired, bleary face you know to belong to Connie's mom searches for you in the darkness. "Everything okay?" she asks, voice rocky, as if she'd just woken up. The hammering in your chest rings in your ears as you nod. "Was that Connie? And Jean?" she continues, looking you up and down for a moment.

Panic washes over you. Sure, you're a grown woman, you're certain both parental figures know you have a sex life -- but the pure taboo of the night doesn't escape you.

So, you sputter out the only excuse you can scrounge up in the moment. A half-truth, to save your conscience, and maybe even save Connie's grounded ass in the process.

"Jean came over, but not for Connie. He's been in his room." You say quietly, nervous fingers fiddling with the hem of your shorts -- too reminiscent of how your step-brother played with them earlier in the night.

A moment of silence passes between you two, before your step-mother hums to break it. "He's nice, that Jean boy. Sometimes I think Connie's a bit of a bad influence." And with that, she wishes you goodnight, and closes her door once again.

Retreating to the relative safety of your room, you shove yourself under the covers and heave a heavy sigh. There's no time to think over the potential consequences of your actions before there's a figure clicking the door shut behind them. Connie traverses the space confidently, as if it's his own room he's crossing, and doesn't even ask before crawling into bed next to you.

There's no fight in you, even if you had the energy for it. Jumbled, disorganized thoughts drift in and out of your mind as he snuggles into your side, his bare chest hot but comforting.

Connie, a bad influence?

He presses a lazy kiss into your hair.

Maybe, but you're no better.

#attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #connie x reader #jean x reader #connie springer #jean kirstein #dark content #stepcest #step-cest

[sofiafushiguro]

stepbro! zeke x female reader

Stepbro! Zeke comes home for the holidays, and he can´t help but notice how much you've grown since the last time he had seen you. Stepbro! Zeke always remembers your last encounter, the night before he went away for college. He remembers your high-pitched moans, your body covered in spit and cum and your toes curling at the sensation of him filling you to the max.

Stepbro! Zeke knows you're such a good girl, deciding to enroll in community college so you're closer home and can help your parents. And of course, good girls deserve a reward and Stepbro! Zeke knows it.

He chooses to sit next to you at the Thanksgiving dinner, your white floral dress decorating your body so delicious, Stepbro! Zeke can´t keep his hands to himself, placing one of them between your thighs. The warmth of your cunt hugging his hands while he speaks normally with your parents. Stepbro! Zeke knows what he is doing; and, later, your mom asks for a picture because her stepson is finally home, and she needs to remember this moment for the rest of her life.

Stepbro! Zeke told you to sit on his lap, and your mom agrees. You look like a sweet little sister. But you are feeling his hard cock inside his pants, so you decide to grind gently, in return for what he did at dinner. Stepbro! Zeke can´t wait to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you stupid.

And he does. Stepbro! Zeke volunteers to organize and clean the kitchen, and he drags you with him, telling you that you have to let your parents rest. So you two organize and clean the kitchen as you told your mom, the talk is fluent as you only talk about school and family, but as soon as you´re done... oh, boy!

Stepbro! Zeke doesn´t hesitate when he takes off your panties and puts them in your mouth to muffle your moans. He bends you over the kitchen counter and gives a nice and clean spank to your ass. "That´s my good girl, let me take care of you,"

And he starts trusting inside you as if the world were to end and this was his only opportunity. Stepbro! Zeke does lazy circles on your clit while his dick is kissing your cervix.

"none of those boys will fuck you as I do. I´m the only one that can make my baby cum like this"

And you cum, you cum violently. Your juices dripping into the kitchen floor, and your knuckles are white from grabbing the counter with such strength.

Stepbro! Zeke likes seeing how his cum leaks from your pussy, so he shoots his seed inside you, painting you white and admiring your twitching body. "Now imma tug you in bed, and I'll fuck you again, ok?"

#aot zeke #zeke yeager #snk zeke #zeke yaeger smut #zeke x y/n #zeke jeager x reader #aot x you #zeke aot #attack on titan #attack on titan x you #zeke x reader #tw: stepcest

[rosesforblues]

Does anyone have eren/reader angsts which ARENT cheating au (on both sides) or any of that nasty stepcest forbidden love shit?? 😔😔

#eren angst #eren jaeger x reader smut #eren jaeger x reader angst #eren jaeger #attack on titan #eren jaeger x reader #aot #attack on titan x reader #im sorry (not jk) im not into stepcest 😭😭👍

[fieryland]

Wanna see when stepbro!Eren almost got caught while locking his pretty stepsis in the mating press. He would be so hot ugh. Bonus point if he doesn’t really care and secretly wants to be founddd😣 im ded

Mmmmmmm he’s such a mating press kinda guy cause he loves holding his little sis down nice and secure so that she can’t hide when they get caught. Especially when their parents come home mid-fuck and Eren doesn’t stop pounding her tight cunt. They’d call for them to take the groceries out the bag but he’s moaning and groaning even more, cooing at his pretty stepsis that’s too fucked out to comprehend a thing. “Look, baby, they’re callin’ for us. Want me to show them how you like getting this pussy fucked, hm?” he grins at the teasing, skin glistening with sweat and excitement as his hair falls over his shoulders— hair tie long gone.

“mmmm-” she moans underneath him, locked between his forearms. His pace was relentless, hitting every spot so good she swore he could split her in half on his fat fucking cock. His hands on her face and nose nudging her cheek, he spoke. “What’s that, sis? You want it?” he laughs through his words, accentuating the sound of his balls slapping against her ass which put them that much more at risk. “gonna make ‘em watch you cum all over your big brothers cock like a little slut, yeah? ‘s that what you are?”

“Y-yeah, i’m a slut.” she nods in his hands, babbling instead of talking, too focused on chasing her high for god-knows which time.

“Fuck— yeah. My slutty little sis.” He doesn’t stop fucking into her, not then, not for a while. He was using her hole like a literal fuck toy, her slick bubbling around his length in the form of a white ring. With Eren pridefully smiling at her and his hair falling in front of his face, he was too pussy-drunk to notice the knocking on the bedroom door.

“Eren? Where’s your sister?”

#tw stepcest #eren x reader #attack on titan #eren #eren jaeger #eren jaeger headcanons #aot #eren jaeger x reader #eren jeager smut #eren smut #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager #shingeki no kyojin #snk #eren aot #eren yeager smut #aot eren #eren x black y/n #eren x you #eren yeager headcanons #eren x black reader #eren jeager x reader #eren x y/n #eren headcanons #aot smut #snk smut #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #eren x black reader smut #eren x black fem!reader

[wh0rrorb4by]

meanie - stepbro!eren

warnings: noncon, mean stepbro eren, crybaby reader, stepcest, dacryphilia, mentions of abuse, wrote this in like 10 mins srry

18+

*dark content, mdni*

eren couldn't explain why he wanted to hurt you so badly. you never did anything to him, never did anything to anyone. in fact, you were always so sweet — so nice and pleasant and cute, it was no wonder everyone around you absolutely adored you. he saw the way every guy he knew not only wanted you, but defended you, protected you, always kept you close and told you not to let your new big brother give you a hard time. maybe that was why he sometimes liked it when you cried, when he finally got you alone and said something a little too mean, or grabbed you just a little too hard.

maybe it was because you always forgave him. eren liked to convince himself that he wasn't a bad guy, that he was actually far from it. it wasn’t like he was always putting you down — he had his moments of being sort of sweet here and there. he just got a little mad sometimes, a little aggressive and maybe a little mean — was that a crime? he wasn't exactly happy when his father married your mother and the two of them decided to spend all of their time away from home. and it's not like he asked to be stuck with a new little step-sister who turned out to be a crybaby. in his mind, he sort of had a right to be angry. and even though it wasn't your fault, and he knew you didn't deserve it, he also knew that you were the only person who would let him get away with it. and he kind of liked that when he got a little carried away and did something scary to make you cry, one little sorry was all it took to make you love your big brother again.

like when he yelled at you, or called you names. when he grabbed your face, or your hair, or your wrist when you tried walking away from his fits of rage. when he got really frustrated with you being so weak and delicate and so perfect all the time, and he was pinning you down on his bed as soon as his friends left because he saw how they looked at you — and even at such extremes you wouldn't dare fight back, wouldn't dream of making him angrier than he already was. all you do is cry and ask him to stop, begging him not to be angry with you.

and all you do is cry some more when he pushes his cock deep inside you, gritting his teeth as he bottoms out and presses you deeper into his mattress. he knew it was unnecessary, the kind of force he used and the way he tried to make it hurt a little, pushing and angling to get himself right where you couldn’t take it. he just couldn't help himself, couldn't stop himself from whispering filth into your ear as he pumped his fat cock into you and moaned into your neck. you just looked so pretty underneath him, so fucking gorgeous when you took what he gave you and didn't fight back — didn't utter a word to anyone about your mean older step-brother using you to take out his anger at the world. and eren convinced himself that he wasn't a bad guy when he coaxed an orgasm out of you, and then forced another one, and you were gasping and clutching onto him as your eyes rolled back and you shook in his grip. and he knew he couldn't be all bad when he held you close after he came inside you, and he shushed your cries and pet your hair and murmured apologies into your skin. and he smirked when you interlaced your fingers with his and told him that it was okay through your tears.

eren liked hurting you because he could do it again, and again, and again — as badly as he wanted, and you took it so sweetly for him. no complaints, no grudges, just a teary little kiss on the lips and a confession that you’d do anything to make your stepbrother love you, and that you loved him no matter what. and eren would push those limits as far as he could.

#wh0rrorb4by #aot smut #eren noncon #eren stepcest #dark content #eren smut #attack on titan smut

[luvkun4]

thinking about step bro!Connie — i will not speak anymore

#i have no idea why the thought popped up but #i will spare you my rambling #[ aot thirsts ] #connie springer #tw stepcest

[yanderenightmare]

TW: NSFW, yandere, stepcest

fem reader

Creep Step-bro – who steals the keys to your shared bathroom on account that you use too much time in there. He’ll barge in when you’re in the shower in the mornings to take a piss even though you squeal at him to get out. You’ll turn around to hide, still needing to wash out the shampoo from your hair, annoyed “ughs” and curse words leaving you – and he’ll sneak a snide look, watching the soapsuds and water run over the plump of your ass, glossy skin, perfect curve, down between your thighs and legs.

When you grab the towel, you sneer at him, “asshole,” before stomping out. He’ll shrug his shoulders, brushing his teeth with jaded eyes – casually pushing his hips forward against the sink, acting like he doesn’t have a boner he plans on rubbing out to the pretty picture of your wet naked body along with that cute scowl on your face.

You’re practically begging for it walking about the house in those little pajama shorts – so tiny he can see the crease of your cheek, so tight he can see the puffy outline of your cunt. Not to mention the loose tank top you wear with it. Sometimes without a bra on. The round of your soft titties going jump on every step you take.

Of course, he’s going to use any excuse to brush up against you. Coming behind you when you stand in the kitchen – prepping snacks for you and the gaggle of girlfriends held up in your room. He’ll push his crotch against the fat of your ass, pretending to reach for a bowl in the cupboard above you, and you’ll whine out something like “ew, gross, personal space-” but he’ll only savor the struggle even more – only raising his brow at you when you turn around with a strict pointer pressed up beneath his chin, telling him with a frown how he better not perv on any of your friends.

Shit- you’re so clueless…

Clueless as to how he robs your panties from the laundry bin and fucks the silky lace until they fray from his rough handlings – how he winds it so tight it strangles his cock, scrunching his face while imagining it’s your tight pussy before he blows his messy load into the dainty thing – loving the thought of you cluelessly walking around in them. 

Sure, it’s been washed since then, but still… 

JJK – Toji, Sukuna, Geto, Gojo, Mahito, Choso, Yuta

BNHA – Bakugou, Shigaraki, Dabi, Hawks, Shinso, Shoto, Kirishima, Denki

BLLK - Reo

AOT – Eren

CSM – Denji

HQ - Kuro, Kageyama, both Miya twins, Suna, Tendou

#nightmare rambles #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere smut #yancore

[megumishotgf]

more and more (jjk mainly) fic recs (pt. iii)♡

hello and welcome to more of my fic recs!! credit to all these talented writers, pls check out their other works too!! featuring: (jjk) megumi, yuuji, satoru, suguru, toji (mha) katuski (lmao just for the one post because it NEEDED to be shared) masterlist recs pt. i pt. ii

: ̗̀➛ megumi fushiguro x reader

megumi thinks about how whipped (he is while impatiently waiting for you to text back)

fucking megumi in his baseball uniform (lengthier fic with dom! megumi... omg)

sharing a bed and cuddling (so soft i'm crying. i'm unsure if i've linked this before)

racer a.u. w/ bf megumi (in physical agony because i need this)

megumi is obsessed with yuuji's bimbo gf (i love LOVE love bimbo reader fics AHH)

: ̗̀➛ satoru gojo x reader

your kid shows you an ugly drawing (similar to the katsuki scenario i linked last time, so funny!!)

satoru comforts you after you have a nightmare (so fluffy and sweet... i'm bawling)

age gap w/ satoru, he teaches you to fuck (younger reader. god i love this)

satoru proposes to you :(( (i'm crying)

satoru fucking his chubby gf (help my pussy's gone crazy)

more satoru w/ chubby gf (so so much praise)

: ̗̀➛ geto suguru x reader

arguing with then fucking your ex suguru who is now a cult leader (omfg)

suguru fingers you during movie night w/ satoru and shoko (wow this fic definitely hit the spot. one of my favourites on this list)

'no one's made me cum before' (now this is relatable)

you're babysitting nanako + mimiko and are about to fuck their dad (ahhhhhh)

y/n is insecure and can't tell suguru ('it's not what he's made for' some heavy angst for the sick fucks that enjoy it)

step brother! suguru teaches you how to kiss (this damn fandom makes me read so much stepcest. disgusting! *saved immediately*)

suguru wonders if he should cut his hair (fluffy!! but the last line made me want to burst into tears!!)

: ̗̀➛ toji fushiguro x reader

smutty fic w/ crybaby reader (it's me i'm the crybaby. this author has SO many good toji fics, i linked one of their prison bf fics last time!!)

toji is so so big but he makes it fit (major size kink!!)

: ̗̀➛ yuuji itadori x reader

finally fucking roommate! yuuji (i am shocked this doesn't have more likes it was such an incredible read)

virgin! yuuji headcanons (he's just so whiney and such a good boy. omg i love fics where y/n is the more experienced one)

giggly sex drabble (the best type of sex i need more fics like this)

yuuji can't jack off to jennifer lawrence anymore because of YOU! (i think this initiated a yuuji phase for me...)

: ̗̀➛ katsuki bakugou x reader

gq couples quiz w/ katsuki (i am shocked this doesn't have ten thousand likes. it's perfect the characterisation is perfect. pls check out the creator's masterlist here everything is so so good)

multiple characters (jjk drabbles)

using your safe word (satoru + suguru)

boyfriend texts (satoru, suguru, kento, toji, megumi, yuuji, toge + choso)

riding, missionary or doggy? (satoru, suguru, kento, toji, choso. btw the right answer is doggy)

bf texts (satoru, suguru, kento, toji, choso, megumi, toge + yuuji)

unholy drabbles!! (toji, satoru + kento)

cute texts during your period!! (satoru, choso, toji, megumi, yuuji, toge)

: ̗̀➛ also multiple characters (drabbles w/ unspecified names then characters listed at the end? i don't know how to describe this sorry lol)

eating you out sloppily omg (aot + jjk + genshin + demon slayer)

tits, ass or thighs? (bleach + jjk + jjba + one piece + csm)

men that are obsessed with thick women (jjk + kny + aot + tokyo revengers)

general fucking headcanons (jjk + aot + haikyuu + tokyo revengers + genshin + sk8 + csm)

quick question!! should i still link the really successful fics / blogs (like 4k+ notes, some have up to 15k!!), as i'm sure you will have already encountered them in their respective tags? in other words, should i focus on linking fics that are less interacted with? pls let me know <3

#jjk x reader #mha x reader #megumi x reader #yuuji x reader #satoru x reader #suguru x reader #katsuki x reader #toji x reader #jjk fic recs #jjk drabbles

[skrunklybf-archived]

prompt: "will you stop touching my stuff?"

pairing: stepbrother!jean kirstein x f!reader

warnings: sexually suggestive, stepcest (everyone is 19+), pet names, coercion if you squint, soft dom jean, not proofread

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Why are boys so messy?

Flicking through pile after pile, the musky scent of Jean and his cologne practically burrowed into your brain, you breathe a deep sigh.

All you want is his hoodie: the navy blue one, with the little bleach stain on one of the sleeves from when he reluctantly helped you dye your hair months ago. It's the comfiest piece of clothing you've ever worn -- who cares if it's not yours? The peculiar habit of rummaging through your stepbrother's landfill of a bedroom had quickly morphed into an all-you-can-grab buffet of oversized clothing, just ripe for the picking, and you will not be leaving without your prize in hand.

You grumble as you sink to your hands and knees, dipping your head underneath Jean's bed in search of the hoodie. A towel, some half-empty water bottles, a crumpled McDonald's bag? Disgust outweighs your curiosity. Balling your fists, you groan loudly into the carpet--

"Will you stop touching my stuff?"

--the voice makes you jump out of your skin. You throw your head over your shoulder and peek at the doorway. Standing tall, arms crossed over a toned chest, Jean blinks at you in your questionable position, still poised on your knees. His brows are furrowed to show irritation despite the tiny grin pulling on the corners of his lips.

Lip jutted in a pout, you flick your wrist dismissively at him. "Where's my hoodie?"

"Your hoodie? The fuck are you talking about?"

"The comfy blue one!"

Jean's brows jump up on his forehead. He pushes off the doorframe, eyes trained over your form, currently bent in half and rearranging the mess under his bed. "I don't know if you're aware, but what's mine is not what's yours," his gaze pauses over the hem of your shorts, pulled up slightly on the back of your thighs.

Choosing to live at home while going to school was an easy decision for Jean. It's cheaper, it's easier, it's... never lonely. Despite the outward disdain he usually puts on display for you, there's always been a deep adoration for his little stepsister underneath, even before your Dad married his Mom back when you were both in high school.

Jean loved you, with that love taking forms that it probably shouldn't have -- not like he'd ever tell anyone else.

"Don't be silly, Jeanbo. Be a good boy and help me find it, wouldya?"

Sometimes, he wonders if you know more than you let on. A curt snort jumps from his throat. "You're on your own. I'll supervise, though." Ceremoniously, the brunette plops down on the edge of his mattress, his long legs falling just inches from your face. Little scars from years of playing outside dot his lightly tanned skin.

"Supervise? Fuck you. This place is a pigpen."

Jean, propped up in a leisurely lean backward, rolls his eyes and playfully boops your nose with his knee. "What are you, the Queen? It's no worse than your room."

"It's a lot worse than my room," you pull yourself up to sit on your knees, brushing off your hands, "found your cum towel, by the way. Nasty fucker."

"Why're you touchin' my cum towel, huh?"

"I didn't touch it!"

"Then how'd you know what it was?"

"So it IS your cum towel."

Jean shoves you away by your forehead gently, causing you to tumble backward onto your butt. A huff pushes out your chest. You kick your foot out to knock into his leg.

Being childish with Jean is a slippery slope. One second, you're shoving and kicking each other with shit-eating grins; the next, Jean decides to try to fit you into a headlock on the floor.

Writhing, you struggle in his hold. The man towers over you normally -- wrapped in his strong arms, pinned to the carpet, you have next to no chance for escape, and he knows it. Jean laughs triumphantly as you squirm.

"Fuck off!" you yelp, slapping at the forearms encircling you.

"Nah, quit bein' feisty. You gotta beg your way out."

Scoffing, you try to twist your body free but make no progress. Jean is overwhelmingly strong and holds you against him with ease. With him clad in a casual tee and some basketball shorts, every inch of his exposed skin burns against yours -- even his body hair scratches against you in a way that makes your stomach flip curiously. Back pressed against his strong chest, you press and squirm as heat rises to your face and neck.

"I'm not begging, asshole."

"Sounds like you wanna stay pinned down," Jean muses from above, his hips pressing against you experimentally, "all you had to do was ask, princess, no need to be a brat about it."

Speechless, all you can do is let out a squeak when one of his hands comes up to brush some hair out of your face. Hot breath tickles your ear, raising goosebumps on your skin and accelerating your heart rate. "Is that it? Is this what you wanted?" Jean whispers from behind, completely molding his body to encompass yours. Butterflies swarm haphazardly in your stomach and chest as you feel him -- a hand runs down to play with the soft, exposed skin around your side. The arm he has wrapped around your neck relaxes just a bit as a little hum escapes your lips. Jean finds himself grinning ear to ear at the discovery, savoring the way your breathing changes as his fingers explore your middle. Such large hands are feather light against you, running up to dip just below the hem of your shirt, then back down to tease along the waistband at your hips. The way he softly presses his lips against the shell of your ear completely pulls the rug out from under you; knees weak, eyes fluttered closed, your body reacts on its own and arches back into his touch.

Jean offers a deep, grumbly laugh straight from his chest, "does that feel good, hmm? Tell me," his palm lays flat against your lower belly, pulling you harder into him. "D'ya like it?"

With Jean practically mounted over you on the floor, the realization of your situation falls on you like a bucket of ice water. Bodies flush, one arm around your neck and the other falling down your torso, Jean has you completely and utterly at his disposal -- the idea kicks up a fluttery, tingly sensation in your panties, one you'd never admit to experiencing a few times already, and you feel yourself melt into him. "Y-Yeah," your reply is almost a whisper, guilt tinging the edges of your words, "I think so..." you breathe, gasping a little when he places a single kiss behind your ear.

It's strange, the juxtaposition between how Jean usually roughhouses with you and how he presses your upper half down into the carpet; your behind hangs precariously in the air while your cheek rubs against the fibers below. His large hands work up your sides to grab at your hips -- squeezing them a few times as if testing it out -- and he pulls you back to settle against his lap, grinding his growing bulge over your clothed ass. The friction feels delicious, making a low whine slip out as he plays with the waistband of your shorts.

"Mom and Dad won't be home until later..." you speak back to him, your tone sounding awfully needy as you press against Jean's hard dickprint. He flashes you an award winning smile, gripping greedy handfuls of your ass in both hands.

"Be a good girl, and ask for what you want. You might just get it."

🫶🏻 reblogs & feedback are always appreciated 🫶🏻

#🫣 #jean kirstein #jean x reader #aot #aot x reader #attack on titan #tw stepcest #jean kirstein x reader

[sofiafushiguro]

let me take care of you - eren jaeger

↳ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: stepbro! Eren x fem! reader

↳ ⚠️𝖙𝖜: stepcest, corruption kink, innocent reader, loss of virginity (f), oral sex (f), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, masturbation (f & m)

↳ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.6k

↳𝖆/𝖓:  This is a re-upload from my old blog but it’s too good to forget

prompts

Your mother just got married again, and you have to move with your new stepfather and stepbrother. Grisha is not as bad as he seemed the first time you knew him. He is loving and caring with both you and your mother, but Eren, oh my god, Eren is a whole different story. Tall and green eyes, no doubt he knows he is handsome. Something does not look right with him. He is older than you, mature, and bigger in every sense of the word. He is trying too hard to get close to you; he walks with you to school and then leaves because Eren goes to college. He asks you what you want to eat for dinner and even plays a movie for you two to watch when your parents are not home. He is starting to look like a real big brother, and you are starting to trust him. You tell him that you like this boy in your biology class, almost as tall as him, with brown eyes and curly hair- he is your type. But Eren looks mad at you after you tell him that. You believe it is because it is the first time you feel something for someone and that he wants to protect you, so you listen to Eren and stop talking with the boys in your class. And one day, you come home from school when you were sure the house was empty, but you heard strange noises coming from Eren's room.  Intrigued, you walk closer and closer to the door, sneaking thru and seeing how he is fucking his hand. His hair is stuck to his forehead thanks to the sweat, his eyes closed, and his lips parted letting manly moans escape from his mouth. You don´t understand why, but you feel your pussy aching when you see him like that- it´s painful, and you need to relieve that. Your thighs pressing together trying to calm down the sensation, but Eren´s dick on his hand makes you feel so hot and sweaty that unconsciously you sit outside his bedroom, and your hand travels to your pussy under the skirt. Eyes closed, imagining how sexy Eren looks that way, you forgot that he is in his room and let out a needy gasp because you can´t control yourself. Confused by the sound he just heard, Eren opens his door and finds you drunk in pleasure while touching your clit inexpiriencedly. "Do you need help with that?" he asks, voice full of lust and desire because finally, he had the opportunity to fuck his little stepsister. Eren didn´t know how many times he had fucked himself thinking about you, thinking about how good your virgin cunt was going to be for him. How good he is going to fill you that you would forget about the boys in your classes. "Please..." you beg, feeling the need to calm your urges because you don´t know what is going on with you. You think as Eren is your big brother, he must know how you fix you. "Come here, baby," he picks you up from the floor bride style and kisses you softly on the lips. You look at him shocked. Was it ok for you two to kiss? At the end of the day, you were kind of related, so you didn´t know what to do. Eren smiled at how innocent you looked and placed you on his bed. "Don´t worry, ok? Imma take of you, I promise," his voice is soft and velvety, making you melt beneath him as you nod. "Now, I´ll take these off," he lets you know and takes off your underwear, admiring how wet you are. "Look at that pretty pussy of yours, baby" without any warning, he kisses your pussy, and makes you arch your back in pleasure. "E...Eren..." you moan, and your nails sink into his mattress. "Is this ok? I just feel like..." your words were interrupted when his finger started circling your clit. He chuckles. "I´m just taking care of you, remember?" he asks and leans over you to cover your whimpers with a soft and cute kiss. "Doesn´t it feel good, baby?" you nod in response, and he smiles at you. "And do you wanna feel better?" "Yes, please," your needy voice gave him goosebumps. You were so cute and innocent, just for him. "Then let me also take this out," he grabs the hem of your shirt and takes it out, admiring your breasts inside your bra. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" he asks. His hands travel to your breasts and squeeze them, you couldn´t help but moan. "You are beautiful," he affirms and kisses you again. Your hands and thighs were shaking, and not knowing what to do, your hands travel to his hair in an attempt to deepen the kiss. You feel his smile on your lips. "That´s it. Now let me do the job, baby," he speaks softly encouraging you. He lowers again to face your pussy, and his hot breath makes your back arch in pleasure. Eren couldn't believe that this biggest fantasy was becoming real. Carefully, he started licking your pussy, taking care of every place, and making sure you were enjoying it. His hands caressed your thighs, increasing the sensations you were feeling. His tongue swirls around your clit, and you locked your hands on his hair, not wanting him to stop. Of course, Eren would never. "Eren..." you called his name on a moan. "Eren... It feels-" you wanted to let him know that this was probably the best moment in your life, but it was impossible. "Feels good?" he asked, eager to make you cum but not yet. "It´s going to feel better," he got out of your legs. Eren was sure that he did prep you enough to take his entire hard dick. "I told you, as your big brother, I´m gonna make you feel great," his lips kissed yours, and he placed his hands on your hips, rubbing slowly his dick with your core and covering it with your juices. "Is it gonna hurt?" you asked. Eyes flooded with fear but lust at the same time, you just wanted Eren to continue. He smiled softly and intertwined your hand with his. "Just a little, but it´s worth it, I promise." "Promise?" your innocent and pretty face made Eren want to thrust inside you mercilessly, but you were his little girl, so he knew he needed to be careful with you. "Of course, just trust me," Without any doubts, you trusted in him, legs apart just for Eren. He made his way inside you, slowly feeling how good his dick stretched your tight walls while your nails sunk into his skin trying to calm the uncomfortable sensation. He wanted you to feel good, so his thumb traveled to your swollen clit doing lazy circles, the sudden pleasure giving you goosebumps. After making sure that his length was inside you in a safe position, he started to thrust at a slow pace, still giving you time to get used to the feeling. You wrapped your legs around his torso to be more comfortable, and unconsciously you started to moan quietly, feeling the pleasure of being filled up by Eren. "Are you ok?" he asked, hoarse voice due to the feeling of his cock hitting your sweet spot. "Do you want me to stop or..." "No!" you interrupted him. "It feels so fucking good..." you sounded so needy and breathy. "You feel so good." "Great," a manly moan left his mouth, and his grip on your hands became stronger. "You won´t feel this good with no one ever," he talked and sped the pace of his thrusts; each time, you felt an electric feeling going thru your body as if you wanted more and more. "If you ever feel needy, just let me know, and I´ll do something about it, ok?" his hair stuck to his forehead thanks to his sweaty skin. "This is all mine, got it?" he asked, and you nodded, not being able to form a single word. "C´mon baby, let me hear that sweet voice of yours" he commanded. Eren was living the best moment of his life. "All yours," you answered in between moans. "Fuck, Eren is too much!" you exclaimed. Your body was starting to feel weak, but you wanted to continue, not being satisfied enough. "No is not," he assured you. "You are gonna cum, baby," he explained, feeling how your pussy was feeling tighter and tighter. "Cum on my dick, you are such a good girl I could never deny you that," and just like his words were magic, you cummed Your juices are all over Eren´s dick, and some of them even in his bed. Your high-pitched moans and whimpers drove him crazy near to the edge of cumming, so he pulled out before doing it inside you, covering your abdomen and skirt with his hot white semen. That was the most satisfying experience you´ve ever had, but your body was near giving up, and your mind felt dizzy. Eren was concerned about how fucked up you were, so he grabbed a kleenex from the nightstand and cleaned his semen from you, then unzipped your skirt so he could take it off. "You feeling good, angel?" he asked. He lay on the bed and wrapped one arm around you, drawing you closer to him. "Yeah, just tired and kinda zoned out," you replied, and lay your head on his bare chest. Eren kissed you on the forehead and then smiled. "Don´t worry, I´ll take care of you"

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