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rafeysbunny · 7 months ago

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‧₊˚ ⋅ i'll show you, rafe cameron

stepbro!rafe x fem!reader

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synopsis. in which your stepbrother kindly offers to show you porn for the first time.

warnings. stepbro!rafe, innocent!reader (but she's not an airhead), virgin!reader, smut, fingering, rafe putting in just the tip, oral sex (fem receiving), rafe licks his own creampie.

word count. 4k.

author's note. idea by @matts1andonly. english isn't my first language so there might be spelling mistakes, don't hold it against me. enjoy!

it's past midnight when you finally slide out of your bedroom without making a sound. you have been waiting patiently for your mom and ward to go to bed so you can do this without risking getting caught. wheezie is already asleep too, sarah is out with john b somewhere, and rafe left the house earlier, not telling anyone where to, so you know he's going to arrive late, as always.

it's the perfect moment.

rafe's room is down the hallway, so you make your way there quietly not to wake anyone, your barefoot feet making soft footstep sounds when you walk. once there, you open the door as carefully as you possibly can, knowing it creaks every time it gets open. this time, thanks to god, it does not.

you manage to sneak into the dormitory unnoticed, then shut the door behind you. the place is dark, only a faint glimmer of moonlight coming in through his curtains, but you want to lay low, so you don't turn on the lights. by all means, the dim lighting is enough for you to spot what you're looking for.

rafe's mac, laying there on his desk.

what's the point behind all of this? you might be wondering. well, let me answer you real quick. turns out, this handsome, muscled college guy has invited you on a date. problem is, you have never been on a date. you haven't even hold hands with a guy romantically before, much less kissed or fucked one. you simply refuse to come off as a prude, which honestly you are, but that dream of a man doesn't need to know that.

and that's why you have decided that it is a good idea to break into your stepbrother's bedroom and borrow his laptop, since yours broke last week, to watch porn in it for the first time.

well, now that you hear it out loud, it probably sounded better in your head. anyways...

you stroll towards the desk with languid steps and sit down on rafe's chair, small hands reaching hesitantly to open the laptop. you turn it on and the screen light illuminates your pretty face right away. you swear your fingers are shaking a little bit as you open up the browser and type 'porn videos' on the search bar.

somehow, you feel like you are doing something wrong, and you can't seem to shake the guilt away. either way, you don't back out. you click the enter button and, after just a few seconds, a million search results pop up. honestly, you don't know where to start, so you click on the first one, which redirects you to a website called pornhub.

the home page is full of videos, the first thing to catch your attention being the obscene thumbnails of each one of them. your cheeks flush a deep shade of red. you read some of the titles as you bite your lip nervously, realising most of them contain the word 'stepsister' in them, and you wonder if that is the only content posted on this page.

how innocent of you not to know that the website is making recommendations based on your stepbro's most searched tag.

before things escalate further, you spot rafe's airpods max sitting there on the desk and decide to grab them, connecting them to the laptop and putting them on —this way you can make sure no one overhears anything. after that, you spend a few more minutes scrolling through the page, during which you discover that there's a ton of categories to choose from.

how are you supposed to know which one to pick?

you are so invested in your little research, headphones canceling the noise, that you don't hear neither rafe opening the front door nor him walking up the stairs and, surely, don't notice him standing behind you until he speaks. and it's too late by then.

"the fuck are you doing, sweetheart?" he blurts, complete and utterly shocked to see his naive stepsister fuckin' watching pornhub.

well shit, maybe you aren't as innocent as he thought you were.

you jolt instantly, jumping out of your seat as you feel all the colour draining from your cheeks. no way rafe just caught you in the act. this can't be real. despite how bad you want to run away, you are left with no other choice but to turn around and face him, wishing the earth would swallow you up.

"i– this is not what it looks like, i swear i can explain," you stutter nervously, taking of the airpods with trembling hands. from here on, the anxious rambling begins, "i wasn't doing anything... this guy– well, i... i uhm– i got a date, 'kay? with this guy from class and– listen, i know this is silly, but..."

"jesus christ, baby, slow down, 'kay?" he stops you, his heart nearly melting from how cute you look, so shy and flustered. he almost feels bad for interrupting whatever the hell you were doing here.

the colour has returned to your cheeks, and you are all flushed now, from head to toe. your face feels like it's on fire; you have never been this embarrassed before.

"could you please start over?" he asks, hoping to hear a coherent explanation to why you are in his room, in the middle of the night, and watching porn on his laptop.

you take a deep breath, fidgeting with the hem of your top. you are so deeply ashamed that you don't seem to remember that you are wearing nothing but a flimsy white singlet and a tiny pair of matching panties. rafe's very aware of that fact, though, hungry eyes trailing all over your beautiful body.

"i've got a date with a guy from class," you start explaining, white teeth nibling occasionally on your plump bottom lip, "but i've never dated anyone, ya' know? i've no experience, and i don't want him to think i'm pathetic if we..."

"fuck?" he finishes your sentence, a roguish grin spreading across his handsome face.

if possible, your blush deepens even more at the vulgarity while you mutter a quiet 'yeah' in response.

honestly, he is a bit jealous of that guy. not only you are willing to let him fuck you, but you are also trying to learn how to do it properly so he has a good time doing it. yeez, what a shame for him he is going to kill him as soon as he finds out who he is; there's no chance rafe's letting you near any other man but him.

"i thought, uhm, maybe watching that would help..." you add coyly, his silence making you more nervous.

it is cute how you try to avoid saying words like 'fuck' or 'porn', like it is a crime to pronounce them or something.

"you know what? let's watch it together," he proposes.

there's a mischievous glint in his eyes that doesn't go unnoticed. you swear your cheeks might just explode at any second, and you can't help the pathetic stutter that comes out when you talk. "uhm, i don't think that'd be appropriate," you refuse, shaking your head.

"why not? you want help, and i can help you here, sweetheart," he answers, his voice surprisingly soft and gentle —unlike rafe, "that's what big brothers are for, aren't they?"

he takes a few steps in his direction until he is standing right beside you. then, he grabs the laptop in his large hands as he flashes you a wicked smirk, his curtain bangs falling messily on his forehead. you gulp, having him so close makes you feel a certain way; you cannot deny that.

"you, uhm, being my stepbrother is exactly why not," you stammer as you tilt your head back to look at him, his height towering over you.

"bullshit," he retorts, huffing. "you trust me?"

your first mistake is, probably, trusting rafe cameron. "yeah, i do, but..."

"that's why 'm perfect for the job, baby," he interrupts you. his words are clearly intended to manipulate you, but you are way too innocent to notice it, "i'm probably the guy you feel most comfortable with, aren't i? i can give ya' all the advice you need."

to be fair, he isn't wrong about that. you don't have any male friends, and you are honestly too embarrassed to ask your girlfriends for help on this department, not wanting them to think less of you. plus, rafe is a guy; he knows better what guys like, right?

"wouldn't it be kinda... weird ?" you ask, clearly hesistant.

"weird?" he repeats. "no, 'course not."

only a few more sweet, reassuring words is all it takes for him to gently coax you into watching his favourite pornos with him. his cock starts to harden in his pants just at the thought of having you like that. when you finally accept, he swears he's on cloud nine.

god, he's been wanting you for months now; he can't believe this is happening.

"c'mere, baby," he eagerly instructs you, getting on his bed.

he sits with his back resting on the headboard and pats the spot between his legs to invite you to sit there. he places the laptop next to him, the pornhub website still open on it. you move slowly towards him, cheeks slightly flushed from the embarrassment as you settle on the mattress in between his parted thighs, your back pressed to his hard chest.

he wraps one strong arm securely around your waist, his hand coming to rest gently on your tummy. with his other hand, he reaches for the laptop sitting beside him, carefully bringing it closer so the two of you can see the screen properly.

your heart is beating so fast in your chest that he can probably hear it, too. the way he is touching you is not making it easier for you to stay calm, either, his fingers tenderly tracing patterns on your belly over the thin fabric of your shirt while he scrolls through the page.

he seems to sense your discomfort and chuckles low in his throat, his warm breath tickling your ear. "relax, sis," he whispers teasingly, his voice laced with amusement. "i'm not gonna make you watch anything that'll traumatize you."

"it's just– this is a bad idea," you babble, fidgeting nervously when he finally clicks on a video and a pretty young woman appears on screen.

the actress is beautiful; she has a gorgeous body and face. her lips are full and pink, and she has these big, expressive eyes that appear to gleam. and you don't realize it, but she looks exactly like you.

the scene starts playing; in it, the girl is watching some movie with a guy that, apparently, is her roommate —at least that's what the title says.

"shhh..." he hushes you softly, his voice barely audible over the sounds emanating from his laptop's speakers. "just watch. don't overthink it."

"okay," you answer between gritted teeth.

your pretty eyes are fixed on the laptop while you try not to cringe at how bad the script and acting are, which is nearly impossible, to be honest. despite that, you keep watching in silence as the video plays, growing more flustered as the clock ticks.

you didn't know mouths could be used for that... interesting.

as opposed to you, rafe's pretty chill behind you, like he's unbothered by this whole situation —he's actually hard as fuck inside his pants, the thing is you haven't noticed. you wonder how he can act so unfazed, since you keep pushing your thighs together to try and soothe the throbbing sensation building in between them while you take in the lewd actions occurring on screen.

you weren't expecting your body to have this reaction, and now you don't know what to do to make it stop.

rafe soon becomes aware of the way you keep letting out soft sighs and squirming in his arms, plush ass rubbing against his cock every time you do it. it's a miracle he is still holding back, though he doesn't know how much time he will be able to.

he's not even paying attention to the video anymore, his entire focus put on you. he finally ventures to lean in, his hot breath grazing the shell of your ear as he whispers, "you know, i could do that to you..." his hand slowly slides to your plush thigh and he gives it a gentle squeeze.

his movements are measured and controlled not to scare you, but your breath hitches in your chest at his actions either way, body tensing up in his grasp. your brain is telling you to push him away, but the insistent throb in your sex doesn't like that idea, not one bit.

"you– you could?" you utter quietly, not taking your eyes away from the laptop.

rafe notices the uncertainty in your voice, but the way you haven't pushed him away yet emboldens him to continue, his large hand gradually sliding north.

"yeah, baby," he murmurs huskily against your ear, fingertips brushing along your inner thigh. "i could put my fingers inside you, just like he's doing to her..."

his words make you blush heavily as a little gasp is released from your pouty lips. "would it feel good?" you ask naively.

your eyes are transfixed in the sight of the guy on the screen pushing his fingers inside the girl's pussy. god, she seems like she's enjoying it so much... and you desperately want to feel like that too. you can't even bring yourself to care that it's your stepbrother offering to show you.

rafe's fingers creep higher and higher until they're barely brushing against your cotton panties. "yeah," he growls huskily against your ear, "it'd feel real good, sweetheart. i promise..."

you shudder, a sweet little mewl escaping your throat involuntarily. you can't help but blush at your own reaction, slightly embarrassed by it. you tear your eyes away from the screen, head falling back against his chest as you look up at him.

"it's throbbing, rafe..." you whine, self-control slipping from your hands. "can you make it better?"

rafe's fingers finally make contact with your wet underwear, pressing against your clit through the fabric. he rubs gentle circles around your sensitive nub, his other hand curling around your supple thigh to spread your legs wider.

"oh, baby, you're soaked through your panties..." he pants out.

your body literally melts into his touch like butter, perfectly shaped brows knitting together in a frown of pleasure. the girl in the video moans, and you do too, both sounds echoing in the silence of his room.

taking your moan as an invitation, rafe carefully hooks his fingers in the gusset of your panties to push them aside, exposing your sopping cunt to the cool air of his bedroom. then, he traces your wet slit slowly, leisurely, as if savoring the velvety feel of your skin.

"such a pretty little pussy..." he praises, eyes hungrily taking in the pink expanse of flesh.

you squirm and let out a soft whimper, biting your lip right after to avoid keep making noises; the last thing you want is to wake up your parents or wheezie. rafe notices your struggle and swiftly reaches up to cover your mouth with his free hand, muffling your sweet moans.

he gathers some of the wetness dripping out of your cunt before trailing his fingers all the way up to your clit, rubbing it gently. your eyes roll back, hips bucking up against his hand instinctively. the way your swollen bud throbs beneath his fingertips is going to make you mad. he begins to touch your clit in fast, tight circles, his other hand still holding your mouth shut to keep you quiet.

he leans in to whisper against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine, "if you make a sound, i'll stop, got it?"

you nod obediently in response, making your best effort to comply; you don't want him to stop doing this, never. as a reward, rafe slides a thick finger down your slit and presses it against your clenched entry, steadily applying pressure until your tight muscles finally give in and allow his digit ingress.

"so fuckin' tight," he groans under his breath at the feeling of your narrow pussy engulfing his finger.

withdrawing his finger almost all the way out, he teases your entrance with the tip, making you tremble with anticipation before pushing it back in to the knuckle, his palm cupping your mound as he starts to thrust in a smooth, lazy rhythm. you swallow a whiny cry while your eyelids flutter shut, pretty face scrunched in a blissful expression.

rafe works his finger in and out of your slick pussy slowly, marveling at how your velvety walls flutter around the digit. he curls it inward, searching for that special spot that's guaranteed to drive you wild.

after a few experimental pokes, rafe's fingertip finally brushes over your g-spot, eliciting a muffled moan from under his palm. he smiles wickedly against your skin, and you shudder in his grasp, pleasure waves running through your body.

"that's it, sweetheart... feel good?" he croons softly, fingering you nice and deep.

you can't bring yourself to reply, the sensation of his large digit fucking your pussy, added to the constant rubbing of his palm against your puffy clit has your mind feeling all fuzzy. your body language is the only answer he needs, though.

rafe leans in to tenderly nip at your neck, his hot mouth latching onto your slender throat as he keeps pumping his finger steadily in and out of your dripping cunt. he knows you're close when he feels your inner muscles starting to clench erratically around his digit.

"rafe," you moan onto his palm as you feel this new, strange sensation building in your tummy, pussy tingling so nicely.

heaven help him. hearing you, his stepsister, moan his name like that makes rafe's hard dick throb almost painfully against his zipper.

and then it happens. the coil in your belly suddenly snaps and you have to bite onto your lip harshly to keep yourself from screaming as you cum for the very first time, on your stepbrother's hand. rafe continues to pump his finger in and out of your spasming cunt as you ride out your climax, wanting to prolong your pleasure.

when you finally come down from your high, you're all shaky and flustered in his arms, panting heavily to try and catch your breath. he has a satisfied smirk on his lips while he slowly withdraws his slick digit from your quivering hole to bring it up to his mouth and lick it clean, savoring your taste.

"did so well for me, baby," he coos as he uncovers your mouth, gently turning your head to the side to press a kiss to your swollen, red lips.

you return it sloppily, eyes fluttering shut in the process, and you sigh contently against his mouth. he can't help but rock his hips against your ass, rubbing his hard on against you.

"did i make you feel good?" he asks between little kisses, his breathing growing uneven. you nod in response. "yeah? then it's just fair you make me feel good too, sweetheart... wanna do that f'me?"

"yes," you whisper against his lips without even thinking, feeling him smirk into the kiss.

"such a good girl," he praises.

at some point, the porn video playing on his laptop ended, so he simply closes it up and tosses it away, the device landing somewhere on his king size bed. then, he turns you both around, until you are laying on the mattress and he is on top of you.

he is quick to undo his pants and yank them down, just enough to free his raging hard on, which bounces against his abs. let me tell you this, he's big, the tip pink and fat, already leaking precum.

suddenly, realization hits you. this is your stepbrother for god's sake, are you really gonna let him fuck you?

he notices how your body tenses up, one hand reaching to stroke your plush thigh reassuringly while the other wraps around his shaft, giving it a slow pump.

"hey, baby, relax..." he whispers gently, "i'll put just the tip in, yeah? there's nothing wrong with that."

you hesitate. his strong arms slide beneath your legs to tug you closer. then his cock brushes your pussy and you whimper. how are you supposed to say 'no' ?

it's just the tip.

"mhmm, 'kay" you end up agreeing with a little nod.

rafe flashes you a lopsided smirk, his hand gripping his cock again while the free one yanks your panties aside once more. keeping eye contact, he slowly glides the fat head of his dick up and down your drenched slit, coating it thoroughly in your arousal. you shudder as his tip eventually meets your puffy clit, the gentle rubbing sending shivers down your spine.

"rafe," you whimper.

rafe's eyelids droop, a low hum of pleasure escaping his throat as he continues to slowly drag the reddened head up and down your chubby pussy lips with squelching sounds. his breathing grows heavier the longer he teasingly rolls it against your slick folds, reveling in your breathy whimpers. he feels like he's about to burst already, pre-cum steadily leaking from the tip and onto your flesh.

he can't fucking take this anymore.

with a slow, gentle thrust, he sinks his cock into your warm, slippery pussy, just the head breaching your entrance before he pauses, savoring the initial penetration. his eyes lock onto yours, his pupils blown wide with lust.

"jesus, fuck." he grunts.

your cunt starts fluttering around him. he has barely slided the first two inches in, as he promised, but he's so thick that even that feels like a tight fit. you let out a moan, which mingles with a strained groan from rafe as your velvety walls clench tightly around his swollen cockhead.

"gonna– might just nut already, shit" rafe mutters through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to just drive forward and hilt himself deep. "so goddamn tight."

your hips buck unconsciously against his, making him slip in just a tad further —which nearly makes him lose all his self-control. somehow, he manages to keep his shit together, hips rocking slowly to thrust in and out of you while his veiny hand strokes the rest of his shaft.

you're totally enthralled by the sight, liquid heat pooling in your belly while you watch him use your body for his pleasure. he looks so good, you can't believe he's real. your chest fills with pride at the knowledge that you're making this greek god feel good.

this is the fastest rafe has ever cum, the movement of his hips becoming jerky and sloppy after a few minutes as he spills his sperm inside you. he's panting heavily, sweat beading on his brow while his fist squeezes the base of his cock tightly.

you're left wanting more when he slowly pulls out, pussy stretched out and leaking white spurts of cum. he gazes down at you with a smirk, lightly tapping the head of his dick against your swollen clit, which has you writhing beneath him.

"so fuckin' gorgeous stuffed full of my cum," he whispers, his cock smearing the sticky substance all over your slit. you mewl in response. "hmm, 'm sorry for making such a mess on your pretty pussy, sweetheart, lemme clean it up, yeah?"

you blush in response when he leans forward, throwing your creamy thighs over his broad shoulders, to put his mouth onto your sex. you almost cry at the heavenly feeling, his playful tongue delving between your folds to lap up his own release. he cleans you up thoroughly, only to mess you up again right after, his spit soaking your cunt as he makes you cum again.

after tonight, you are cancelling that date, that's for sure.

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rafessecret · 3 months ago

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What about step!bro!rafes friends talking about his step!sister in a very explicit way and step!sister walks in and step!bro rafe makes her sit on his lap and has his hand moving very high up on her thigh and his friends are just watching

⋆˚࿔ step¡sister reader && rafe cameron

SAY GOODNIGHT TO MY FRIENDS.

The air in the room was thick with cologne, whisky, and something else—something darker. The low murmur of voices, the occasional clink of ice against glass, the lazy sound of Rafe chuckling under his breath—it all blended together into a space that felt hazy, heavy, dangerous.

Topper let out a low breath, shaking his head, his voice tinged with something between disbelief and fascination. ❝Man, it’s fucked. You’re fucked. Your own stepsister? And she just—what? Let's you? ❞

Kelce scoffed, shifting uncomfortably, but his eyes gleamed with something dark. ❝Let’s be real. She isn’t just letting him. You’ve seen her, man. She’s built for it. All soft and sweet, prancing around the house in those little skirts, acting like she doesn’t have a clue. Like she isn’t begging ’for it. ❞ He let out a slow chuckle, shaking his head. ❝Swear to God, Rafe, she’s the kind of girl that doesn’t even need to know what she’s doing to drive a man insane.❞

Rafe just grinned, stretching out lazily, like he hadn’t already thought about this a thousand times over. ❝She doesn’t even realise,❞ he murmured, tilting his head like he was indulging in a fond memory. ❝Doesn’t get why I always want to touch her, always want to spread those pretty thighs open. Have you ever seen a girl cry when she comes? Fuckin’ sob for it? She gets all wet and shaky, like she can’t handle it, but then she’s grinding down, chasing it. ❞ He exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. ❝Shit, man. You should hear the noises she makes when I stuff her full. Little gasps, like she’s struggling to take it—like she knows she shouldn’t.❞

Kelce cursed under his breath, shifting where he sat. ❝Fuck, bro. What’s she like when you really wreck her? ❞

Rafe smirked, biting his lip, eyes dark with something possessive. ❝You ever fuck a girl so dumb she can’t even speak? Just little whimpers, eyes all glossy, like she’s ruined for anything else? ❞ His fingers tapped lazily against his thigh. ❝She sucks my fingers just to keep quiet. Like she knows she shouldn’t be moaning my name like that. Fuckin’ clampsaround me like she’s trying to keep me inside. ❞ He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. ❝And the way she looks afterwards? All fucked out, all mine? Man, I don’t even think she gets how dirty she is. ❞

You hadn’t been paying attention at first, padding barefoot through the hallway, the sleeves of Rafe’s old t-shirt hanging long past your wrists, your body warm from sleep. You just wanted to find him. You hadn’t even thought about whether he’d have company, not when he’d spent all of dinner teasing you under the table, slipping his hand onto your thigh just to watch you squirm. But then, just before you pushed open the door, you heard them.

❝—so fuckin’ tight, huh?❞ Kelce laughs, voice dripping with disbelief.

❝Nah, man, you don’t get it.❞ Rafe’s voice was low and drawling, each word rolling slow and smug from his lips. ❝She cries when I put it in. Every single time. Like a good girl.❞

You froze.

Kelce made a strained noise, somewhere between disbelief and something much filthier, and Rafe only chuckled. ❝Yeah, yeah, I know. I thought it was fucked up at first too, but she’s just so sweet about it, man. Always getting all wet just from me playing with her. Can’t help myself. ❞

Your stomach plummeted. A silence stretched. Heavy. Loaded. Like they didn’t quite know what to say, like maybe they should speak up, but maybe they didn’t want to.

And then Topper, voice rough and barely there, muttered, ❝You’re saying she lets you do whatever you want?❞

Rafe scoffed. Amused. ❝Let me? Bro, she fucking needs it. I get her worked up, and she’s a mess. It’s adorable. She looks so guilty about it too, but the second I start touching her, she’s mine. I swear, I could get her to do anything.❞

Heat rushed to your face, humiliation prickling in your chest. They were talking about you, talking about what Rafe did to you, laughing about it like it was some kind of joke. But before you could run, before you could even process it, Rafe’s head turned toward the doorway. He saw you.

And he smirked.

❝Speak of the fuckin’ devil,❞ he drawled, and just like that, three pairs of eyes snapped toward you.

For a second, everything was silent. You felt it, the way their gazes drifted, the way they took you in—bare legs, soft thighs, the hem of Rafe’s t-shirt barely skimming the tops of your panties. The way your skin still had that post-sleep glow, a little too flushed, a little too warm, a little too wrecked from how Rafe had kept you up last night.

Kelce was the first to swallow hard, like he had to physically force himself to hold his tongue. Topper shifted, jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek, but he didn’t look away.

Rafe, lounging back with a whisky in his hand like he owned the room, crooned, ❝C’mere, baby.❞ And before you could think, before you could process what a terrible fucking idea it was, you obeyed.

Rafe pulled you straight onto his lap the second you got close, arms winding around your waist, possessive, like he was staking his claim. You went rigid, barely breathing, hyperaware of the way his friends were still watching—watching his hands drift beneath the hem of your borrowed shirt, watching the way he spread his thighs beneath you, making sure you were settled perfectly between them.

Kelce swore under his breath, and Rafe chuckled, gaze flicking between his friends. ❝What? Thought I was making it up? ❞ You squirmed, breath hitching as Rafe’s fingers dragged higher, too high, teasing the band of your panties.

Topper exhaled sharply, the kind of sound someone makes when they know they should look away but can’t. Kelce wasn’t even pretending not to stare anymore, his fingers curling into his knee like he was holding back something filthy.

Rafe’s hand flexed over your thigh. ❝You shy, baby? You weren’t shy last night.❞ Heat rushed through you, mortification curling hot and heavy in your gut. Your lips trembled, but Rafe tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. ❝Don’t you, baby?❞

You swallowed, and when Rafe raised a brow, you nodded. Topper cursed, running a hand through his hair, but he still didn’t look away. Kelce had his hand over his mouth now, eyes dark and heavy-lidded, like he wasn’t sure if he was jealous of Rafe or of you.

And then, slowly, deliberately, Rafe kissed you. Not soft. Not innocent. Not like a brother should kiss his sweet little stepsister.

He devoured you, lips sliding over yours with an obscene amount of hunger, tongue pushing into your mouth, tasting you, making sure his friends saw exactly how you melted for him, how you didn’t even try to resist. Kelce shifted, jaw tight. Topper exhaled sharply, almost like he was in pain.

And Rafe?

Rafe just grinned against your mouth, breaking the kiss with a lazy, smug, victorious smirk. ❝Yeah, I think they get it now.❞ His fingers skimmed between your thighs, teasing.

❝Go on, baby. Say goodnight to my friends.❞ Your voice barely came out. ❝…Goodnight.❞

Kelce cleared his throat.

Topper finally stood. Rafe just chuckled, already dragging his fingers beneath your panties, whispering, ❝That’s my girl. Letting me show you off like that. ❞

Then the door slammed, leaving you alone with him. And before you could catch your breath, he was already ruining you again.

── ⋆ 𝐲𝐚𝐩 : ohhh, anon, you filthy thing thank you for this idea—i had way too much fun with it! sorry it got a little long, but you know i had to do it justice 😌 rafe is such a smug, possessive perv, and you?? you’re just his sweet little thing, letting him have his way.

── ⋆ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 : @scne-vampire

©RAFESSECRET ⋆˚࿔ est. 2025

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seleneprince · 19 days ago

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IF WALLS COULD TALK

Pairing: Tim Drake x Bruce Wayne's daughter

Warnings/tags: stepcest, suggestive content, damian being a dramatic king.

Synopsis: Tim and his stepsister hate each other. That's a fact, a reality since she was forcibly moved to the room next to his and he was, in return, forced to play babysitter for her. They argue and fight to the point the family prefers to clear away from them. Damian thinks they bring the worst out of each other....until he accidentally comes across the darker, more dangerous truth. A secret that could destabilisize the family as a whole.

He sees it embarrassingly late.

Damian Wayne prides himself on his superior skills above the average people. His fighting, his intelligence, his lineage. He means it when he claims to be the best of all his brothers. The Demon's heir. The son of the Bat.

And yet, he missed something so painfully obvious. Something that was there, right in front of him all this time. Barely concealed. Something he should've seen from the beginning.

It doesn't make him feel better knowing he's not the only one. That everyone else missed it as well. In fact, it only deepens his shame and rage because of how stupid they've all been. Them, a supposed family of world-class detectives and strategists, even the oh-so-called world's greatest detective, somehow failed to notice this. A major, concerning affair going on under their roof.

The worst part? The embarrassment lasted little, for it was quickly replaced with anger and a really strong need for revenge. But not for himself. No. For the person who had been so unfairly wronged by this.

His half sister. His only blood sibling.

They've never been on the best terms, and granted, a great part of it has been his fault. He's not ashamed to admit it. Not anymore. They've been taking turtle steps to fix the gap between them. He's had to prove himself, and while their relationship isn't as close as he wishes, they've advanced a lot since then. They bicker, hang out sometimes and she doesn't look at him with hatred in her eyes anymore. They're good now. And he's come to feel responsible for her, because they're the only ones who understand the weight of the legacy they carry in their veins. Plus, as her brother, it's his duty to look after her, even if she's older.

So, how could he miss this? How could he let this happen? How the hell did a whole family of great detectives fail so spectacularly?

It started slow, after his sister's freaky accident that landed her on an hospital fighting for her life. It was a waking call for all of them, he guesses. As soon as she came back home, Father determined the four of them were to move to the east wing of the manor, where Damian and the others had always lived. His stepmother was to sleep in the same room as her husband for the first time, and her eldest daughter was moved to the room next to Drake's. Father claimed it was to "strenghten familial bonds" and keep Ukhti* close to them as she recovered.

But Damian and the others knew the underlining reasons. It was surveillance. A strategic move, assigning each of them a "handler". Who better to watch Mrs Wayne than her own husband? Who better to handle those unsufferable twins than Damian himself? And of course, Father trusted Drake to keep an eye on his daughter.

Tim Drake. The dutiful, loyal, genius, perfect Tim Drake. The oh-so-obedient Robin, who never fails, never falters, and always knows what's best. Father's trusted soldier.

That fucking Tim Drake.

Damian should've murdered him long ago.

Everything was normal at first. Well, besides that his stepmother and the girls made it very clear they didn't want to be there, sharing space with the rest of the family, and showed their discontent by sabotaging their daily routines to the point of near madness, disrupting the order completely. His stepmother purposedly displaced stuff in Father's office and their bedroom, while Ukthi went out of her way to annoy Drake, which more often led to loud fights. All in foolish hopes that everyone would get so sick of them that they would be sent back to their former rooms.

Naturally, it didn't work, because Father doesn't bend, and so when they realised Father wouldn't relent, their antics gradually stopped.

But what didn’t stop… was them. Tim and his Ukthi.

When they weren't arguing for the whole hallway to hear, they were annoying each other by stealing clothes, changing the locks of their bedroom's doors, even getting physically violent sometimes. She played her obnoxious music and pressed the speaker against the wall they shared while he was working, and he locked her in the bathroom while she was showering after turning the lights off.

"She's a pain in the ass, a damn brat who can't stand not getting her way." Tim said. "Someone has to put her in her place."

"He's unsufferable." She snapped. "I hope he trips down the stairs and breaks his neck."

It became routine. The status quo. The sky is blue. Gotham is corrupted. Tim and his sister hate each other.

Looking back to it, Damian only feels dumber for not having picked on the clues.

The tense silences between arguments. The stolen clothes. The bathroom lock-ins. The music blaring through shared walls. The outright shoving. The bruises that everyone chalked to their wrestling.

How many of those had nothing to do with wrestling at all?

He should've known. From the moment Drake got too involved in her life, beyond what Father even asked him to do. Tracking her movements, standing too close to her when they argued about how she shouldn't go out so late or hang out with certain people. Grabbing her by the arm, fingers digging in just a little too tightly. Looking at her with an intensity that didn’t match the conversation. When both one of their bedroom's doors was slammed closed and they didn't come out until dinner.

They should've all known.

Like when they got a call from a kidnapping incident she had been involved. She’d been missing for hours, and when they finally found her, Drake practically shoved Thomas aside while he was helping her, as if his presence was a nuisance. He cradled her face in both hands, checking for injuries, whispering something only she could hear. And he didn’t stop until she said, more than once, that she was fine. He glared at whoever tried to intervene, as if he only he was allowed to handle her.

"Geez, he's taking his bodyguard job too seriously. He knows Bruce won't kill him if she has some scratches, right?"

Like when she wears his shirts sometimes and Drake doesn't so much complain. Just stares. His gaze lingering a bit too long. Sometimes, his lips would twitch in a way that looked suspiciously close to a smile.

Like when they're alone in the kitchen or the hallway, and there's no arguing. More like bickering. But they're standing too close to each other, and they speak in hushed voices. Breathing a little too heavy.

Staring too long, too directly. The air around them impregnated with something he can't name.

It always feels like they're on the edge of doing something.

But Damian didn't find out by these painfully clear signs. He didn't pick up on the hints they barely hid and put them back together eventually, as a detective would. Oh no. He found out because it was thrown at his face.

It wasn't his fault. The door should've been fully closed. His ukthi had gotten injured during practice and had to stay at home, resting by doctor's orders. And as expected, Drake was assigned to stay behind and make sure she actually followed the orders, as her unofficial babysitter.

He remembers Alfred commenting in passing that Drake was going to stay with her anyway, that he told Father about it before he was even asked. Insisted, even. Damian had thought it weird, but didn't question it.

Damian wasn't even supposed to return to the manor yet. He forgot something and had to retrieve it. It would be just a quick trip. Come, take it and leave again. But on the way, he decided to also check on his sister too, see how she was doing.

Except her room was empty. And Drake's door was half-open. Voices came from his room.

And so, in his curiosity, and an instinct that something was off, he approached just enough to overheard.

He heard her voice first. Saying something he couldn't discern.

Then Drake’s.

"Can't I be worried? You could barely walk when I picked you up, and you'll have a scar from it."

He sounded annoyed, as usual when he spoke to her. But something in his tone was off. It sounded vastly different than Damian ever heard. Almost soft. More personal.

"You're just mad that someone else left a mark on me".

...what?

He then heard Tim scoff, muttering.

"The only marks you should have are mine."

What the hell?

He then took a step forward, quietly to not be heard, to get a glimpse of them in the room. See what was going, a sense of mysterious dread creeping up to him. Already sensing something was wrong. Very wrong.

She was laying across Drake's bed, legs stretched out, with the injured one resting on his lap. His fingers ghosting over the bandage, gaze dark and a frown in his lips, as if the sight offended him.

Meanwhile, she was looking at him with a smile. Not a fake or guarded one. It was almost...soft. Fond, even.

She sighed and nudged his side, making him snap out of it to look back at her. His stance inmediately changed when their eyes met, visibly relaxing.

She tilted her head at him.

"Are you mad at me?"

He blinked at her, then exhaled slowly and shook his head, leaning in closer until their faces were inches away. An innapropiate distance.

"I'm always mad at you," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "It's like you live just to make my life difficult."

She chuckled, quiet and natural. Her eyes still fixed on his own with a mischievous glint.

"You wouldn't want me any other way."

He huffed, but his lips quirked up in the softest smile Damian ever saw from him.

A soft, gentle smile. From Tim Drake. Directed at her.

What was happening??

"I'll neither deny nor confirm that statement."

And then, he committed the most outrageous act of treason. The biggest offense to their family Damian ever witnessed. An insult, a spit to the concept of honour and loyalty.

He kissed her.

Right there. On his bed. With his arms caging her against him. Without a drop of doubt or hesitation. As if it was normal.

As if it wasn't the first time.

And she didn't try to fight back or push him away. No. She let him do it. Even worse, she wrapped her arms around his neck and cut the distance between their bodies. Her fingers grasping his hair and his neck simultaneously, letting out a content sigh as the bastard's hands grabbed her healthy leg and put it around his hips.

Damian forced himself to turn away from that horrendous scene before he could see anything worse. What he saw already would definitely haunt him for the rest of his life.

His mind was running at hundred, no, a thousand per hour. Trying desesperately to process and understand what he just saw. What had just been going right behind everyone's backs. Behind his back.

As the shock passed once the realisation settled in, it came the anger. The righteous, murderous rage. He saw red, visualising all kind of creative ways he would spill Drake's blood all over the same bed he defiled his sister in under their noses.

Because Damian knew, just by seeing them, hearing them, that it hadn't been their first time. That they already had done worse than kissing. At that moment, all the hints that he foolishly brushed aside for months came at him like bullets, painfully hitting him over and over as the picture of the cold truth formed in his head. Forcing him to acknowledge what he missed right in front of him all this time. Suddenly, it all made horrible sense.

How dare he?, he thought. How dare this bastard, this unworthy worm, touch his Ukthi like that? Like he had any rights? Like someone like him was worthy of her?

Damian's blood sister, a legitimate member of the Wayne lineage, an heiress, for god's sake. If anything, Damian believed nobody was worthy of her. She carried the Wayne blood in her veins. She deserved someone who matched her standing. Preferably, someone he, Stepmother and Father approved of first.

He was filled with thoughts of storming into that room and kill Drake right there, but he composed himself. Took time to think. Ukthi would most likely be upset if he did that, and such thing would ruin the progress they've made. Besides, the blood would ruin her clothes and the sheets Alfred took so much care in cleaning.

Drake wouldn't die. Not yet. Instead, Damian ran to his own room to reflect. Come to terms with the secret he just uncovered.

He's sharpening his sword, an activity that usually helps his mind relax, but now it's not enough to curve the storm in his head and heart. He keeps thinking on what he should do now. Tell Father and his wife, Ukthi's mother? This affair with Drake has clearly been going on for a while, probably shortly after the arrangement with the bedrooms. It's an insult such thing has been hidden from the family, but if he exposes it now, it would mean not just punishment for Drake, but also shame for Ukthi. Despite everything, Damian can't be mad at her. Of course not. It must've been all Drake's fault, who corrupted her and took advantage of Father's trust to manipulate her into giving herself to him. That must be it. Therefore, it's not fair she goes throught the public embarrasment because of that bastard's undeserving greediness.

That means it falls upon Damian to not only keep this secret, but handle the situation accordingly. He won't bother Father with it. He has far much more pressing matters at the moment, and this affair will definitely shake him enough to distract him from his already demanding duty. Telling Stepmother is not an option either, less she takes matters into her own hands and murders Drake herself. Not like Damian would stop her, but regardless, the worm can't die. Yet.

No, this is his duty. As the blood son, he shall be the one who avenges his sister's honour and saves her from the malicious snake.

He just has to wait. Sooner or later, one of them are bound to make a mistake. Drake might be a prodigy, but he's not perfect. He's made mistakes before. He'll make them again. And Damian will be there to enact his revenge. Make him pay for his crime.

For now, he'll wait and observe. Watch their interactions in a new, much darker light. Biting his tongue with their "accidental" touches. Holding himself back when Drake's face leans in too close. Rolling his eyes at the family's foolish blindless to all of it.

Sooner or later, Drake will learn the consequences of taking what's out of his reach.

Ukthi: "Sister" a/n: I know next to nothing of Arabic, so I searched up how people refer to their sisters and this one seems to be the most common. If it's wrong, pls let me know. this would be part of the Tales of Bats and Wolves universe, but it fits my au for any of my Bruce Wayne's daughter aus in general, unless said otherwise. remember, if you don't like, don't read or comment. nobody is forced to interact with this

@cybergoth1 (here's your sneak peak 💖 hope you enjoy! btw i blame you for my motivation to write more morally questionable pairings, so expect more in the future)

@i-simp-for-women 💗💗 aqui tienesss

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strnilolover · 1 month ago

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⌗ INTRODUCING . . . STEPBROTHER!MATT (with a sprinkle of stepbrother!chris)

STEPBROTHER!MATT . . . smells really good. cocky and mean. stern. hates sharing things that are his (that includes you). loves to tease. does things just to rile you up. will take you on secret dates. acts like he hates you but he doesn’t. stolen looks and touches. not afraid to put you in your place. grabs your face to make you look at him when you talk.

STEPBROTHER!CHRIS . . . not around much. keeps to himself. likes to watch. very pliant. pervert. caught you and matt fucking one day in the living room and now he can’t stop. barely talks to you, but when he does it’s not for very long. almost always finds himself in front of your bedroom door listening. makes eye contact with you sometimes when you’re fucking matt.

STEPBROTHER!MATT WHOS BEST PAIRED WITH YOU!!

a/n : send in requests and asks!! this au is pretty much purely based off of you guys and what you want! this is a stepbrother!matt x stepsister (you) trope! chris pops in every now and then which is why he’s introduced too, just to show he’s there but not all the time. also please let me know if you wanna be on the taglist for this au!! i’m going to make a separate one because this might not be for everyone!

credits to @submattsmxmmy / @ariestrxsh for stepbrother!matt and stepbrother!chris <3

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elryuse · 5 months ago

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Home Alone With Hanni

Yandere Hanni X Male Reader

Tags : Step sister, Half Sister Hanni, Yandere, Throatfuck, Throatpie, Tease

Words : 2,938 Words

This is A Lovely Commision Piece for My friend @Pizza_anon On Ko-fi, Hope you liked it My Friend

Ever since you were a child, You always wondered what the future holds. Your Father was a strange man, But a Kind one. Your Real mother, was sadly died on a car accident, as the Car that she drove has a problem with its brake. The news was devastating for both your Father and You yourself.

The sudden news, Have made you slowly loosing your mind. Everything seems dark, gloomy. And your Father knew it. He tried his best, to Support you, to Lighten up your mood, and You definitely knew that He tried. You could only smile a little, but Your Father knew better.

And so One day, He suddenly gave you a surprise that you'll never forget.

"Y/n, meet Your new Mother and Sister". He said, as He brings in a Petite looking woman, with An enormous smile on her face.

"You must be Y/n. I'm Lola Pham". She smiles, as She pushed in a small looking girl, besides her.

"And this Is Hanni, Y/n. You're new Sister". Your Father smiled, as he can clearly see a little bit of Smile from your face.

Ever since that night, Your relationship with Ms. Lola and Hanni have been better and better. Even though Ms. Lola could never replace your Real mom, You can't deny that she was very supportive, caring and tried her best to be there for you.

Hanni. Hanni was, Very peculiar. She was unlike anyone you've ever met. She was a bit clingy ever since you were small. And even though she was older about 2 years away from you, She always been the one who act a bit childish. But you can't deny, That she was really pretty and cute.

However all of that changed, When you started to Enter College. Hanni was quickly the one who felt left alone, Encouraging you to please text her and call her always. At the first month or so, You definitely did that. You texted her, and make sure that she's alright, which Hanni really appreciate.

However, Since you have new friends, new people to talk to. You soon forgot a bit about her. Especially since your college life was very busy, with Studies and Parties. Suddenly Hanni was all alone, She felt left behind.

She looked at your Pictures all over Instagram, As she missed you. Longed for you. Wanted you. Hanni always have been in love with you. However she just can't seem to found the right moment to say it. She was afraid if you would hate her, once she said the golden words.

As she scrolls again and again, She found out that you've been around more and more people then what she would like you to be. Those girls filling your stories and post, was definitely not helping either. That day, Hanni cried, as She had missed you very dearly. She just wanted to play around with you again, and Cuddle like old times sake.

Thankfully, She finally found her opportunity. Your parents are planning to go on a Trip to Vietnam, as Ms. Lola wanted Your Father to explore the wonderful scenery in Vietnam. You were asked by your Father to guard the Old house, since you're having a Holiday. And so, You finally pack your necessary items, and went back.

The air smelled faintly of rain, the kind that always reminded you of home. The porch light flickered as you stepped up to the front door, your heart thudding in your chest. It had been months since you last saw Hanni, your adoptive half-sister. Months since you’d felt the weight of her clinginess, her constant need to be near you. And yet, here you were, drawn back to her like a moth to a flame.

The door creaked open before you could knock, and there she was. Hanni. Her small frame was silhouetted by the warm glow of the porch light, her dark eyes shimmering with something you couldn’t quite place. She looked… different. Her hair was longer, cascading over her shoulders in soft waves, and her usual cheerful smile was replaced by something more intense, more… unreadable.

“You’re here,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. Before you could respond, she threw her arms around you, her grip tight, almost desperate. Her face buried into your shoulder, her warm breath tickling your neck as she whispered, “I missed you so much.”

You laughed nervously, patting her back. “I missed you too, Hanni. It’s good to see you again.”

But the hug lingered, and something about it felt… off. The way her fingers combed through your hair was too slow, too deliberate. The way her body pressed against yours felt… intentional. You pulled away gently, trying to mask your unease. “It’s late. We should get inside.”

She nodded, but her eyes didn’t leave you as you stepped into the house. The familiar scent of home wrapped around you, but it felt different now, heavier somehow. Hanni’s presence lingered in every corner, her energy suffocating yet intoxicating.

The next few days passed in a blur. Hanni was everywhere, always just a step behind you. She cooked your favorite meals, cleaned your room, and even offered to do your laundry. Her attentiveness was overwhelming, and her gaze—always on you, always watching—made your skin prickle. But it wasn’t until that night, when you found yourself alone in your childhood bedroom, that the tension finally snapped.

You were sitting on the edge of your bed, trying to calm your racing thoughts, when the door creaked open. Hanni stood there, her oversized shirt hanging loosely on her frame, her hair slightly disheveled. She looked fragile, almost innocent, but the gleam in her eyes told a different story.

“Couldn’t sleep,” she murmured, stepping into the room. Her voice was soft, almost shy, but there was an edge to it that made your heart skip a beat. She sat down beside you, her leg brushing against yours. “I’ve been thinking about you… about us.”

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. “Hanni, you’re acting weird.”

She tilted her head, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile. “Weird? Or honest?” Her fingers reached out, brushing against your cheek. The touch was soft, almost reverent, but it sent a shiver down your spine. “I’m just tired of pretending, of hiding how I feel. I want you, Y/n. All of you.”

Your heart raced, your mind struggling to process her words. “Hanni, this… this isn’t right. We’re—”

“Half-siblings?” she interrupted, her voice sharp. “So what? You think that changes how I feel? How we feel?” She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. Just us, together. No one else to take you away from me.”

Her words sent a chill down your spine, but before you could respond, her lips were on yours, soft and insistent. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as she deepened the kiss. Your mind screamed at you to pull away, to stop this madness, but your body betrayed you, responding to her touch with a hunger you hadn’t realized you were capable of.

“Hanni,” you gasped, breaking the kiss. “We can’t—”

“We can,” she whispered, her eyes burning with determination. Her fingers trailed down your chest, slowly unbuttoning your shirt. “I’ve waited too long for this. I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever.”

You wanted to protest, to push her away, but your body wasn’t listening. Her touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through you as she stripped you bare. Her hands roamed over your chest, her nails lightly scratching your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, her voice filled with awe. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your neck as her hands worked to unbuckle your belt. “All mine. Finally.”

Your pants hit the floor with a soft thud, and then she was on her knees before you, her dark eyes locking with yours. “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. Her hands gripped your thighs, her nails digging in just enough to make you gasp.

And then her mouth was on you, hot and wet, as she took you deep into her throat. Her tongue swirled around you, her lips pressing against you in a way that made your head spin. She moaned around you, the vibration sending shivers down your spine.

“Hanni,” you groaned, your hands tangling in her hair. “You… you don’t have to—”

“Yes, I do,” she murmured, pulling back just enough to look up at you. Her lips were swollen, her eyes dark with desire. “I want to make you feel good. I want to make you mine.”

Her words sent a jolt of heat straight to your core, and before you could stop yourself, you were thrusting into her mouth, your hips moving on their own. She moaned around you, her throat tightening around you as she took you deeper, her nails digging into your thighs.

“God, Hanni,” you gasped, your vision swimming. “I’m… I’m close—”

She pulled back, her lips leaving you with a soft pop. “Not yet,” she whispered, her voice husky. She stood up, her hands moving to the hem of her shirt. “I want you to feel me. All of me.”

She pulled the shirt over her head, revealing her bare skin. Her breasts were small but perfect, her nipples already hard and begging for attention. She stepped out of her shorts, leaving her completely bare before you.

“Do you want me, Y/n?” she asked, her voice trembling with need. “Do you want me as much as I want you?”

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. All you could do was nod, your eyes drinking in the sight of her. She was beautiful, perfect, and in that moment, you didn’t care about the consequences. All you cared about was her.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling your lap, her hands resting on your chest. “Then take me,” she whispered, her eyes locked with yours. “Make me yours.”

You hesitated for a moment, but then she was guiding you into her, her warmth enveloping you completely. She moaned, her head falling back as she began to move, her hips rocking against yours in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“Yes,” she gasped, her nails digging into your shoulders. “Yes, Y/n. Just like that.”

You gripped her hips, thrusting up into her as she rode you, her moans filling the room. Her body was tight around you, her warmth driving you closer and closer to the edge. Her hands moved to yours, intertwining your fingers as she leaned down, her lips brushing against yours.

“I love you,” she whispered against your lips. “I’ll always love you.”

Her words sent a jolt of heat through you, and with a groan, you spilled inside her, your body shuddering with the force of your release. She followed soon after, her body trembling as she cried out your name.

For a moment, you just held each other, your breathing ragged, your hearts pounding in sync. But then she leaned back, her eyes locking with yours, and you knew. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

“This is just the beginning,” she whispered, her voice filled with promise. “You’re mine, Y/n. Forever.”

The room was heavy with the scent of sweat and desire, the air thick with the weight of what had just happened. Hanni’s body was still pressed against yours, her warmth seeping into your skin, but there was no time for you to catch your breath. Her eyes, dark and unrelenting, locked onto yours, and she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear.

“I’m not done with you yet,” she whispered, her voice low and teasing. “I want more. All of you.”

You tried to speak, to protest, but the words caught in your throat. Hanni’s fingers traced patterns down your chest, her touch electrifying, making it impossible to think clearly. She shifted her weight, straddling you with a confidence that left you speechless. Her hips pressed down against you, and you could feel how ready she was, how desperate.

“You’re so big,” she murmured, her voice dripping with admiration. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long. About how it would feel to have you inside me. To have you ruin me.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and despite the unease creeping into the corners of your mind, your body responded to her. She could feel it too, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips as she ground her hips against you.

“That’s it,” she cooed, her hands trailing down to your waist. “Let go. Just for me.”

Before you could respond, she slid off of you, her movements slow and deliberate. She kneeled between your legs, her hands resting on your thighs as she looked up at you with those dark, pleading eyes.

“I want to taste you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want to feel you in my throat. Please.”

Her fingers wrapped around you, and you gasped at the contact. She was already so wet, so eager, but this was something else entirely. Her tongue flicked out, teasing the tip, and you couldn’t help but groan.

“Hanni…” you started, but she didn’t let you finish. She took you into her mouth, her lips closing around you as she began to move. Her tongue swirled around you, her pace slow but deliberate, and you could feel the heat of her mouth, the tightness of her throat.

She took you deeper, her hands gripping your thighs as she worked her way down your length. Her eyes never left yours, and the intensity in them was almost too much to bear. She wanted you to see how much she wanted this, how much she needed it.

“Fuck,” you muttered, your fingers tangling in her hair as she continued. She moaned around you, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your body. She was taking you deeper now, her throat relaxing as she swallowed you whole.

“Hanni, you don’t have to…” you tried to say, but she pulled back just enough to look up at you.

“I want to,” she insisted, her voice breathless. “I want to feel you cum in my throat. I want you to ruin me.”

Her words were like a spark, igniting something deep inside you. She didn’t give you a chance to respond, taking you back into her mouth, her pace quickening. Her throat tightened around you, and you could feel yourself getting closer, the pressure building with every movement of her lips.

“Hanni...” you groaned, your grip tightening in her hair. She moaned in response, the sound muffled as she took you even deeper. Her hands moved to your hips, pulling you closer, and you could feel her throat contracting around you.

It was too much. With a groan, you spilled into her, your body tensing as you released. Hanni didn’t pull away, swallowing every drop, her throat working around you as she took everything you had to give.

When you finally relaxed, she pulled back, a triumphant smile on her lips. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed with satisfaction, and she looked up at you with a mix of adoration and hunger.

“See?” she said, her voice hoarse but filled with pride. “I told you I could take it.”

You were still catching your breath, your heart pounding in your chest, but she wasn’t done. She climbed back onto your lap, her hands resting on your shoulders as she straddled you once more.

“Now it’s my turn,” she whispered, her hips grinding against you. “I want to feel all of you. Every. Single. Inch.”

Her words sent a jolt of heat through you, and you could feel yourself hardening again beneath her. She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she positioned herself above you.

“Hanni, wait…” you started, but she didn’t let you finish. She sank down onto you, her body stretching to accommodate you, and you couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped your lips.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” she murmured, her voice breathless as she began to move. Her hips rolled against you, her pace slow but deliberate, and you could feel every inch of her as she took you deeper.

Her hands moved to your chest, her nails digging lightly into your skin as she rode you. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling with pleasure as she moved.

“You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice filled with possessiveness. “All mine.”

Her pace quickened, her hips slamming down against you with a desperation that left you breathless. Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as she leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear.

“Cum inside me,” she begged, her voice trembling with need. “I want to feel you. Please.”

Her words were like a spark, igniting the fire inside you, and with a groan, you spilled into her, your body shuddering with the force of your release. She followed soon after, her body trembling as she cried out your name.

Hanni, Climbs to you. As she hugged you, Her eyes were burning as She forced you to kiss her. Her tounge, Playfully. "You're mine now.. ".

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buckysgrace · 8 months ago

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Chemistry

Steve x Stepsister!reader

Kinktober 2024

You're home when Steve comes back after stumbling into something odd.

CW: Pseudocest, dubcon, sex pollen, unprotected sex

The movie had started to bore you some time ago, slowly turning into background noise as you flipped through your book. But even that couldn’t hold your interest.

The house was too big for one person, especially on this specific night. You were creeped out, or maybe that had been because of the scary movie you’d watched earlier. You had thought about snooping through the house again, but the last time you had found things of Steve’s that you hadn’t wanted to see.

Living with him was awkward, worse than you thought it would be. You’d known him your whole life, just as a stranger. And he still continued to treat you like one. Like you were somehow to blame for his father cheating and marrying your mother. People might’ve said he had changed but you knew the truth, he was still a dick. You had no control of it, but he still pointed the blame at you. And he had the audacity to say that you were the spoiled one.

You had hoped things would be different, as you were both in the same boat. No siblings, no cousins or anything. It had always just been you and your mom and you had hoped that Steve would relate, that maybe you could bond over it. Having a big brother seemed fun, but he wasn’t interested. He didn’t even want you as a friend.

You almost ignored him when he pushed the door open, easily telling by his body language that he didn’t want to be messed with anyways. But the sight of him made your book fall from your fingers, banging onto the floor as you quickly stood.

“What happened to you?” You gasped in horror, eyes widening as you walked around the couch, “Steve, you look terrible.” You told him seriously, just briefly taking in the Band-aids that decorated his face.

“Nothing.” He scoffed as he shook his head, his hair flopping around as he gripped the railing and began to head up the stairs. You walked behind him, deciding that you shouldn’t ignore him. Not when he looked like this.

“That doesn’t look like nothing,” You protested as you followed him, watching as he took two steps at a time, “Who did that?” You asked seriously, wondering if you should call the cops. Maybe he got mugged, but you had no idea by who. You had thought he was going to be with Nancy.

“No one.” He spoke in irritation, flicking on the switch to his bedroom as he tried to shut the door behind him. But you were faster. You pushed it open with little to no protest from him as he stumbled back, looking exasperated.

“Jesus,” You gasped as the light gave you a good look of his bruises and cuts, “Oh my God. Let me help.” You replied seriously, staring at the dried blood that lingered above his lips and below his nose. He had a nasty cut on his right forehead, along with his left cheek. His lips were swollen and cut up too.

“I don’t need your help.” He replied as he turned his gaze away from you, brown eyes twinkling underneath his bedroom lights. You frowned.

“You’re hurt,” You pointed out, “Just let me clean it up. It looks painful.” You added, gently moving your hand up to move his hair from his forehead. Looking at it closer did nothing to ease your worries. It looked worse close up.

“I’m fine.” He snapped in response, tilting his head back as you dropped your head to your side. You decided that he didn’t get to be stubborn, not right now. He could hate you later, but you weren’t going to leave him like this.

“Please,” You told him softly, “I’d feel bad if I left you alone like this.” You told him gently, heart hammering as he turned his attention back towards you. He observed you for a long moment, like he was debating his choices. Or just too tired to argue.

“Fine.” He grumbled as he sat on the edge of his bed, his jeans dirty along his knees and thighs. You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering what the hell he got himself into. But you didn’t press too much.

You gathered up the little things that were available, then worked diligently. You were surprised he was true to his word, sitting still as you dabbed the wash cloth along his face. It still looked bad, but not as terrible as what you had originally thought. Once the blood was cleared, it didn’t look as gnarly.

Your band-aids weren’t as colorful as the previous ones he had, but you hoped that they worked. A million questions raced through your mind, but you kept resting on one. Wondering if he was with Nancy. But you knew it was none of your business and it shouldn’t matter.

“Are you alright?” You asked him as you pulled your hand away, feeling like he looked a lot better than before. But his eyes were dilated, dark and intense as he observed you. Part of you wondered if you had accidentally hurt him.

“I think something’s wrong.” He replied roughly, flicking his tongue out to lick his bottom lip before he gulped roughly. You resisted the urge to touch him again, wondering if he was sick. Maybe he had a fever.

“Do you need to go to the hospital?” You questioned him softly, “Steve?” You pried again, tilting your head patiently. He continued to stare, his chest rising and falling slowly before his gaze fell to your lips.

Something in the air shifted, the atmosphere between the two of you growing so tense and quiet you could hear the grandfather clock ticking downstairs. You wondered if he could feel your heart beating, if he could see how your pulse was hitting against your skin.

He leaned forward then, his long fingers falling against your neck as he tugged you closer. Your eyes widened, your lungs stalled as his lips fell against yours. Everything felt like it was falling in slow motion, the world around you stopping.

You expected him to be in pain, to be hurt from how sore and scratched his lips had been. But he didn’t act like that. His groans weren’t from pain, rather from want and need. You could feel it in the way he dragged his lips against yours, how the desperation and lust leaked from his touch.

You felt like putty in his hands as he pulled you closer, sealing the gap between your bodies as his lips moved against yours more frantically. You could feel his teeth gliding against yours, his tongue dipping against the curve of your mouth. It was desperate, carnal.

“Tell me to stop,” He said quickly as he pulled away, brown eyes filled with desperation, “Please.” He begged you as you still felt hazy, your mind mingling from the leftover feeling of his mouth against yours.

You stared at the look in his eyes, how wide and crazed his pupils looked. You wondered if you just had that effect on him, or if it was something else. You weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answer.

“I don’t want you to hurt.” You whispered softly, meaning your words fully. If this made him feel better, you’d willingly give yourself to him. He wasn’t related to you, nor were you really siblings. Your parents just happened to be married.

He inhaled deeply, his thumbs brushing across your cheeks as his eyes scanned your features again. He licked his bottom lip, groaning softly as he tilted his face towards yours again. You parted your lips, craving the feeling of him again.

You had seen him kiss before, when Nancy was over or they were sneaking off at school. But he never kissed her like this. He was always gentle with her, soft touches and tender movements.

The way he was holding you was rough, almost animalistic as he tugged you over his lap. His lips were harsh as he kissed you deeply again, his lips moving against yours tenderly but intensely. He held you like he was afraid you’d pull apart or disappear. You weren’t sure. But you didn’t want it to end.

His tongue fell against your teeth, licking away your spit as soft moans fell off of your tongue. His hands fell to your sides, then across your abdomen as he moved towards the buttons on your pajama shirt.

Your heart was beating so harshly in your chest that it hurt, but you ignored it as he pushed your shirt off of your shoulders. Your insides burned with desire as your hands fell to his chest, rolling your palms over his shirt before he pushed you back again.

You huffed as you fell onto your back, just barely getting yourself balanced on your elbows before he was ripping your pajama bottoms off your legs. You had never seen him in this manner before, so focused and intense.

“You’re so pretty,” He breathed out, expression filled with lust as his eyes scanned your body. You bit your bottom lip, feeling shy underneath his gaze, “God, honey. You look incredible.” He praised you, palms falling to your hips as he pulled you closer.

“Steve,” You started softly, feeling like you were in a trance. Or a dream, “Are you sure you want this?” You asked him seriously, feeling like there would be no going back after this. You weren’t sure you could stop after just having a taste of him.

“Never wanted something so badly before,” He groaned as he began to grind his hips down against your thighs, “Please. Just wanna feel you. Just a bit.” He looked far too pretty as he rolled his head back, his lips parting as little moans fell from his tongue.

“Okay,” You nodded your head in agreement, “S’fine.” You agreed with him, figuring it wouldn’t be too bad if you just touched a little bit. There was nothing wrong with that.

His moans sounded heavenly as he pulled back briefly, just enough to shove his jeans and briefs down to his knees. Your eyes fell to the way his cock plopped out against your leg. His size was a bit intimidating, long and hard. His tip was a soft pink, precum leaking onto your skin as he shifted even closer.

“Hurts,” He groaned as he wrapped his fingers around his cock, giving himself a little stroke, “Feels better now.” He panted as he nodded his head, reassuring himself as he thrust his hips forward. You felt like you were in awe, your mind fuzzy and warm.

“You seem like you’re enjoying yourself.” You teased as you leaned forward, gliding your fingers over his slick cock. You gaped at the feeling, rolling your hands up and down the length of his cock. You liked how warm and soft his skin felt, how hard he felt against your fingers.

“You’re such a brat, you know that?” He replied as he snapped his hips forward in bliss. He grunted as you felt a small smile forming on your lips, liking how desperate he was for your touch.

“Am I?” You teased as you licked your bottom lip, enjoying the way he was grinding roughly against your hand. Pleasure was etched across his expression, telling you that he was enjoying it all too much.

“Yeah,” He sighed as he gripped your knees, digging his fingertips into your flesh, “Fuck. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m doing.” He apologized, voice breaking up as you wrapped your other hand around the base of his cock. You moved both of your hands together, spreading his slick from his tip to his base.

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked him seriously, your clit throbbing as he continued to thrust his hips forward. You almost feared the answer, not wanting him to really say no. You wanted to feel him, to make him feel good.

“No,” He said quickly, desperation forming between his eyebrows, “Please don’t stop. You feel so good around my cock. Please, please.” He cried out, whining as he continued to thrust his hips forward. You licked your bottom lip, admiring the way his cock moved against your fists.

“Do you like that?” You asked him softly, fluttering your eyelashes as he reached his hands forward and gripped your tits. You moaned at the sensation, gasping as he brought his fingers down against your hardened nipples.

He pinched them softly, earning a little moan from you as they hardened in the air. He reached forward, hovering over you before he spit onto your skin. You widened your eyes, feeling like you should be disgusted as he smeared it across your boobs. You weren’t. The sensation traveled down your body, traveling straight to your neglected clit.

He groaned as he rutted his hips forward rougher, his balls slapping against your hand from how roughly he was moving. You felt warm inside as you watched him, wondering what he would feel like inside of you.

“Let me fuck you,” He begged a second later, groaning as he rolled your nipples around between his thumb and fingertip. You continued to stroke him, ignoring the way your wrists were beginning to ache, “Please. I’ll treat you so well, little sister.”

Fuck.

“Okay,” You whispered, not really needing to think about it. You wanted him just as badly. You wondered if you bore the same crazed look in your eye, if lust was written across your expression in the same way, “I want you, Stevie.” You breathed out, glad that your parents would be gone for the next few days. It gave you less to worry about.

Your heart thumped roughly in your chest as he pushed your knees apart and dragged the tip of his cock across your slick folds. You whimpered softly as his leaking tip pressed against your swollen clit, leaving you rolling your hips forward slowly.

“Should we-,” You gulped, trying to collect your thoughts, “Should you get a condom?” You asked him seriously, thinking that it would be best if you were safe.

“I wanna feel you,” He exhaled, eyes dark and pupils shot, “Please. I want to feel you so badly. I’ll be careful. I promise. I wanna feel your cunt so badly.” He begged as he continued to grind against your slick pussy.

“Oh God,” You moaned at the feeling of his heavy dick against you, nodding your head urgently as you bit down on your bottom lip, “Okay. I wanna feel you too.” You admitted, gasping as he slid his tip against your leaking hole.

He moaned at the feeling, pink lips parting in bliss as he bullied his thick cock inside of your thick walls. You whimpered at the sensation of him stretching you out, his cock pressing deeper inside of you as you took a deep breath.

Steve’s hands fell to your fleshy hips, gripping you tightly as he moaned wantonly. His sounds filled the room, desperate and loud as he bottomed out inside of you. His balls were pressed against your slick skin, the tip of his dick nestled against the deepest parts of you. You had never felt so filled before, so stretched and stuffed.

“Steve,” You exhaled roughly, whimpering as you reached down to grip his wrists. This was wrong. So wrong, “Feels good.” You moaned instead, eyes drifting up towards his.

His cock was heavy inside of your cunt, buried snugly inside of you. He fit inside of you so perfectly, like he was a missing puzzle piece. You fought the urge to reach down and touch your clit, feeling how harshly it was buzzing.

He flicked his tongue out across his bottom lip, his smugness hidden behind the lustful expression as he leaned over you. Your knees were pushed to your chest, squishing you as his lips found yours again.

He licked your lips before he kissed you, his lips pressing roughly against yours as he began to slowly rut his hips into you. Your mouth vibrated from his groans, his nose brushing against your skin as he pressed his weight on top of yours.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” He apologized as his lips continued to glide against yours, whining as he began to rock himself into you. His thrusts were rough, rapid as his fingers dug harder into your flesh. He was gripping you so tightly that you were sure he was going to leave your skin sore, “Just feels so good.”

Your body slid against the floor as he dragged you along the curve of his cock, your cunt leaking around his girth as he buried himself deeply with each movement. Your moans mingled with his as your nails dug into his wrist, clawing at him blissfully.

“S’okay, s’okay,” You promised, eyes rolling in the back of your head as his tip pressed against your bundle of nerves with each thrust, “Oh my God!” You whined this time, tone turning pitchy as your knees burned from the feeling of his weight over yours.

Steve’s groans grew louder, whinier as he continued to rapidly thrust his hips forward. You could tell by the desperate look on his features that he was trying to hold himself back, trying not to lose control. But you wanted him to. It all felt so good.

“I bet you did that on purpose,” He groaned as he buried himself deeper into you, “You wanted this, didn’t you?” He accused, moans rolling off of his tongue as his balls smacked against your skin.

“Feels good, so good,” You confirmed as you stuck your nails deeper into his skin, pleasure shooting up your spine at the way he was throbbing inside of your slick walls, “Don’t stop.” You demanded, not wanting the pleasure to stop.

He pressed his lips together, a trail of blood falling from where his scratch had ripped open again. You leaned forward, sticking your tongue out to lick it away. He groaned as he held onto you tighter, his cock heavy against your walls as he stuck his tongue out to meet yours.

Drool fell from his mouth and onto yours as your tongues brushed against his. You curled your tongue around his, moaning at the sensation. You felt your clit throbbing, your walls aching as your climax grew near.

“Let me cum inside you,” He whined as he rutted himself harder against you, like he was trying to get closer, “Please. I’ll make you feel so good.” He nodded his head, eyes meeting yours in desperation.

“Wanna feel you cum inside,” You nodded your head, moaning in agreement at the thought of his spunk spilling from your walls, “Please, please.” You moved your hands up his arms, gripping at his clothes to tug him even closer.

His thrusts became uneven, deeper and sporadic as he rutted his hips against yours in desperation. He was whimpering, his sounds filling the room like a pretty melody as you knitted your fingers through his shirt.

“Fuck, fuck!” He cursed, burying his cock deep inside of you. He gripped you tightly, crying out as his dick twitched inside of you, “Oh my God.” He huffed, whimpering as he continued to grind himself into you.

You moaned at the feeling, blinking your eyes slowly as a hazy feeling settled over you. You gasped as you rolled your hands across his shoulders, admiring the pretty look that filled his expression. He looked so handsome, so ethereal.

You still felt like you were floating as he pulled his weight off of you, letting your legs relax for a moment as he slid his softening dick from your slick hole. You gulped, heart hammering as you feared he’d leave you like this. Pressed to the floor with his cum sliding from your cunt.

He dipped down instead, pressing your legs far apart as he buried his face between your legs. You cried out from the sensation as he kissed at your pussy, sucking on your folds and wrapping his lips around your clit. It was rough and soft at the same time, the sensation spreading up your spine.

His tongue was hot against your clit, lapping at the sensitive bud. You cried out as you dug your fingers through his hair, whining as your hips moved on their own. Your body felt like you were burning, on fire as he spread your legs further apart.

He buried his face deeper between your thighs, his tongue drifting down your folds and to your leaking hole. He curled his tongue inside of your cunt, lapping at your walls and cleaning away his spunk. Everything inside of you was pulsing, twisting and churning in pleasure.

“Steve, Steve -,” You chanted, whimpering as your head fell back against the floor. Your hips rutted up against his face, his nose pressing against your clit as his tongue lapped at your spongy walls, “Fuck!” You cursed, shaking as you came with a cry.

You felt like you were floating, your body trembling as your pussy clamped down around his tongue. He kept a tight grip on your hips, keeping you from pulling away as you spasmed from underneath him.

“Oh God,” You cried out, fingers knitting tightly through his hair as your clit throbbed from the overstimulation, “Feels so good.” You breathed out deeply, toes curling as he took one last long lap across your cunt.

“Tastes so good,” He groaned, wet lips sliding against your inner thighs, “You’ve got such a good cunt, baby sister.” He sighed as he dipped back down, taking another broad lick across your clit.

“Can’t,” You squeaked out, feeling like you might melt into the floorboards if he continued, “Too much.” You breathed out, gasping as you tugged his hair away from your sensitive bud.

He looked up at you, his eyes still filled with lust but his pupils were no longer as big. You pressed your fingers tightly together, looking at the mess of cum across his lips and chin. You crooned, wondering what he tasted like.

He collapsed next to you a second later, his chest rising and falling in the same rhythm as your own. You didn’t touch him, didn’t turn your head to look at him as the shame settled over you. You didn’t quite regret it, but you knew it had been wrong. And you were fearful over his thoughts on this. You didn’t want to know what he was thinking.

You both laid there on the floor, the room filled with the sound of the grandfather clock from below as you simmered in your shared mistake. There was no going back.

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cosmicviolencce · 3 months ago

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𝝑𝝔 stepbrother!rafe loves being in your room.

⊹ unprotected sex, somnophilia, mentions of drugs.

rafe was the last person you'd imagine being close to. he was... well, rafe. sarah was sweet and you two loved to chat, and wheezie was the reason you moved into the island, leaving your life behind — you didn't want to be away from your mother and lost your sister's childhood, so you left your life in the city. and well, a little bit of sun and salty water in a millionaire mansion wouldn't be that bad.

it surprised you when you realized how close you'd become, you thought you'd hate him at first. rafe was problematic, a troublemaker and... he wasn't very friendly with the idea of an outsider in his house, using his father's money. he wasn't friendly with anyone at all, except with his little sister wheezie, and that was one thing you had in common.

you began to exchange some greetings here and there, then he'd barge into your room without knocking, asking you for silly things as an excuse to see you laying there in your pajamas. "have you seen my charger?", "think I lost my phone... can you call me?", "party at topper's place. don't be late or you're staying here".

and without realizing, you were a hundred percent inside his world, that complicated and messy little world. your room was the coolest place in that house for him, so cozy and welcoming and somehow nostalgic, sunrays seemed to hit different trough your lacy white curtains, with cigarettes after sex playing in the background while you layed in your pale pink sheets in your pajamas to read a book, smelling like fucking strawberries.

it all seemed to turn quiet in there, like there was nothing in the outiside of that room but clouds. the atmosphere changed completely once he stepped in, and he loved that you'd accept to have him in there for hours without bothering to even say something; his mind was so filled with shit and he needed some silence. you just layed there, doing your girlie shit like he wasn't there. and when he felt like, he'd talk to you about his problems with his dad, or about business shit you didn't quite understood, or simply do drugs with you and stare at the ceiling of your room as his mind went blank.

then, he began to step into your room to give you a goodnight kiss after coming home late at night, and trough kiss after kiss, you reached for him and locked him into your arms. of course he'd stay. because your mattress felt somehow even more comfortable than his king sized bed, and you would always feel so warm under the blankets. god, he loved your scent. strawberries and vanilla, always clinging to your skin, and pillows, even in the air he could feel it. and you were always so warm, his hands touched every inch of you. your back, your legs, your stomach. he couldn't get enough.

such a sweet, protective big bro.

and before the sunrise, trough that lazy fog, he unconsciously rubbed his hard cock against the flesh of your ass, your bodies always pressed together in your sleep as he had the sweetest dreams of you. he went crazy when all you did was lift your hips even more until he came on his boxers after rubbing himself against you, quickly coming back to sleep with your back pressed against his chest.

you'd let him use you without caring about anything. it was your little secret, always so cozy and intimate. you lowered your pajama's shorts to your heels for him and went back to sleep while he stroked himself while looking at your pretty ass, at the curve of your back. he touched your breasts under your shirt, squeezed your asscheeks and parted them to spill all his cum and watch it slide down your skin.

then you couldn't jerk off without eachother, always sneaking under eachother's sheets and touching yourselves together. he loved to watch that blush take over your cheeks, the roll of your eyes as you came in front of him, legs open to that pretty cunt for him to soak with his cum.

but he couldn't fuck you. it was okay to just jerk off with you, right? you were just helping eachother, but fucking you seemed like a limit for him not to cross. but it turned more and more difficult. you were dying to feel how his perfect cock would feel inside you, and you were the perfect image of an angel, so pure and oblivious to your surroundings, probably dreaming of something sweet.

so one night you didn't wake up to his kisses, or the touch of his slender hands as he touched himself. it was his cock, stretching out your tight and warm walls. fuck, it was so good. you gasped, immediately lifting your head from the pillow. rafe was already fucking you slowly when he reached out to shush you, to stroke your scalp and slide his thumb over your flushed cheek, then down to your parted lips. 'shh, 's okay sis. i'll be quick, 'kay? just have to be quiet... fuck— can you do that 'f me?'

you nodded, resting your head against the pillow again as he muttered a sound of approval under his breath. fuck, it finally happened. he didn't even have to do much, his dick already filled you with a gentle roll of his hips, with his hands keeping your own hips lifted for him at the perfect angle. without mucb you were already making a mess on his dick, wet sounds coming out as discreetly as your soft sighs, muffled against the pillow, your eyes shut while you found yourself stuck between the feel of his thrusts and the sweet haze that made you a sleepy mess. rafe knew exactly what to do, how to do. you didn't make a sound, didn't even move.

he'd mutter a breathy 'fuck' or just hum, making sure you two wouldn't be discovered in the intimate of that moment. he rushed just a bit, and the constant rubbing of his tip on your soft spot made you curl against him, pussy contorting so sweety it made him come right after you, finally, finally spilling ropes of cum inside you just like he always wanted to. he stayed there for a bit, and the struggle to let go made one thing clear; now that the line was crossed, he'd come for more. again and again.

notes: tysm for reading! please support a writer by liking and reblogging if you enjoyed. english is not my first language so pleease sorry if there are any mistakes, just wrote this in a hurry. i dont know if i should keep writing only for rafe in this blog or also keep writing about the other characters at my blog... anyways, ill keep posting, byee xoxo

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 11 months ago

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Platonic Yandere Queen Step Sister

She wasn’t always a queen

Like every queen before she was a princess

But before she was a princess she was a count from a low-class duchy

Her mother had found your father

Old, ill, and enticed by the countess willing to entertain him

The countess herself wasn’t awful

She was civil, for the most part the only problem with her was her daughter

“And this is your new sister—Harley! Say hello!”

“Hmph just because your Dad’s the King doesn’t mean I have to like you!”

“Harley!”

Harley was a menace

Snooty and rude

Every time she spoke to you it was like liquid acid spraying specifically at you

She was typically spoiled but she never mistreated the servants

She was decent to your father

But to you, it was like she hated your guts from the very beginning

“I’m glad I spilled all that cranberry juice on you! The little outfit you were wearing before matched your ugliness a bit too well.”

“That was a gift from my late mother!”

“Hm figures.”

Of course in turn you hate her too

And you don’t bother hiding it from your father when he weakly asks you to hang out with her

“Did you hear what she said to me? I honestly couldn’t care less if that horse she spooked stomped her flat.”

“(Y/n)! Hold your tongue, she’s your new sister.”

“She might be your daughter but that thing is not my sister.”

He doesn’t seem convinced as he continues putting you together with her in hopes it will strengthen your bond

It does not

And it will never be as your father succumbs to his illness

Naturally, you prepare to take on the throne despite your young age

But alas nothing goes the way it should since she’s been forced into your life

“As the former partner of the King, I gladly will take up the role until our child is ready.”

It’s infuriating as the advisor reads a part in his newly written will about this

How he ordained that his second wife have you in her care and the kingdom in her control

And of course decency dwindles as she becomes drunk on the social power

Fueling her gremlin of a daughter

“Mother’s forbidden you from leaving your room. So I figured I’d give you some of my company! You're welcome.”

“Go jump out the window.”

“How dare–MOM!”

It just gets worse and worse

You do think for a moment things will get better as The substitute Queen keels over her wine at a banquet

Thanking the heavens for whoever poisoned her, you’re prepared to take the throne

“I am so sorry (Y/n) but the council has ruled that for your safety as the kingdom’s only true heir, it’d be dangerous to let you take the throne. So we’ll give the role of Queen to Harley.”

It takes you everything not to stab the brat as she puffs her chest and flips her hair

“Won’t you congratulate me on my coronation!”

It’s agony that ripples under your skin as you have no choice but to flee the castle grounds to escape her stabbing presence and that only works for a day at most

With her mother no longer ruling she isn’t forced to take etiquette lessons away from you

Now she can demand your attendance for any minor meeting

“I don’t think we should mobilize our militia on that border. It’s far too much of an overreaction.”

“What about the villages that have been burned there? The people who need medical attention?”

“Hush (Y/n) I didn’t say you could talk in this meeting.”

It's all so frustrating feeling trapped

But you’re not the only one

Harley is incredibly frustrated because of what keeps her trapped

And that’s her inability to say anything that she truly means

Especially with manners of the heart

Underneath layers of cruel insults, stifling rules, and personal jabs

Is a step-sister who adores your very being but is stuck with her thorny exterior

She is forced to stick her nose up and sneer at you when you look her direction

When she’ll say “You look like death with the new family brooch. You might do better to just leave it off.”

What she means “I think you look even more gorgeous than usual with the family brooch, don’t ever take it off.”

If she wasn’t as backward demented as she was it probably wouldn’t be so hard to try being nice

To switch her compliments to insults for just a day to give you a kind compliment

But she hates actually making it so that

Naturally, this is why she killed her mother

She’d gotten in the way of her free time with you

On top of looking down on you which she absolutely hates the most

Granted she’s certain you hate her with how much time she spends attempting to bring you down expressing her affection the only way she can

Sometimes she’s tempted to put it in writing

just explain her condition so that she can jump into your arms as you connect the dots

But every time she’d written something out, she couldn’t help but confess how obsessed she was with you

How happy she was that her whole job now was protecting you

She wasn’t exactly fond of the kingdom other than it being an inheritance for you

She hopes you’ll forgive her as she’ll prioritize you and your safety above all else

No one but your father’s trusted advisor may see past her biting personality

Convinced with the council that it’s best to have her temporarily rule

If only until they get to the bottom of both the King and the Queen’s deaths

Should any council member question her or her motives

she’d be quick to shut that down

She can’t have these old nobles get in the way of her dominion over you

“I hope you enjoy the joys of being accused of fraud. It’ll be nice to look back on your time when on the council when you’re rotting in jail.”

She has no mercy for anyone but you

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isek4i · 7 months ago

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SOAKED AND SPENT, ⠀⠀⠀S. SANEMI ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⤿⠀ ft. ⠀stepbrother!sanemi

sum. what begins as a routine gesture of care from his sister, sanemi decided to unwind from the pent-up stress of the weeklong mission in a way he knew best.

content & warnings. stepbrother x stepsister pairing. fem reader. dom!sanemi. forbidden relationship. sexual tension. teasing. bathtub sex / water sex?. rough sex. controlling and impatient themes. nipple play. pet names. reader calls nemi 'onii-chan'. groping. unprotected piv sex. tension & smut. reader is legal. wc. 4.3k author notes. incest is gross unless sexy slayer nemi is your older brother :)

“you’ve had a long day,” came your soft whisper behind him, breaking the stillness of the evening.

sanemi sat perched on the edge of the engawa, his gaze locked on the horizon as the sun dipped low. a golden hue casted over his tense frame, the sight something you couldn’t look away from. the silence was heavy as he mentally sifted through the remains of his exhausting mission.

“i’ve already prepared you a bath,” you added gently, your voice hesitant, as though unsure whether to disrupt his thoughts. “when you’re ready.”

sanemi’s head tilted slightly, his eyes still fixed on the horizon. the muscles in his jaw twitched, his silence stretching thin as the air between you thickened. a long, controlled exhale escaped his lips before he finally turned to look at you.

his gaze, sharp and unreadable, landed on your form. at his full height, sanemi’s presence was always imposing, but seated as he was, he looked almost vulnerable. almost. until his eyes swept over you in that slow, calculated way that made your skin prickle with awareness.

his lips twitched, a flicker of something that was neither a smirk nor a smile. “you’re going to help me, right?”

the words hit you harder than they should have. “help. . ?” your voice faltered, your breath catching in your throat as the weight of his question settled over you.

sanemi’s sharp gaze narrowed slightly, his tone low and steady as though daring you to challenge him. “yes. help. like you always do. get in with me to wash my back, my hair.” the bluntness of his words was cutting, but the way he leaned forward, just slightly, softened the edge. sanemi’s brow raised, his expression expectant.

“r-right, of course.” you stammered, composure slipping as heat crept up your neck and into your cheeks. you turned your eyes back to the fading sunset, hoping to steady the erratic beat of your heart.

but sanemi wasn’t just watching you — he was studying you.

the way his gaze lingered too long, the way his silence held more weight than his words. the air grew heavier as his presence seemed to fill the space between you. It wasn’t new, this routine of tending to him after a mission, but tonight there was an intensity to him that hadn’t been there before.

the tension in his shoulders was palpable, his tightly coiled energy barely concealed beneath his outward composure. like a predator biding its time, he was unnervingly still, his gaze searing into you as though waiting for you to make a move.

then, with deliberate slowness, sanemi reached up.

his calloused fingers brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face, lingering for a moment longer than necessary as his fingertips grazed your cheek. the roughness of his hand against your warm skin sent a shiver down your spine. his eyes softened just barely, a flicker of something intimate that made your pulse race, even as his voice stayed rough and commanding. “come on,” sanemi said, his tone almost a growl. “let’s go.”

the walk to the bathing quarters felt unbearably long, each step echoing in the silence between you. you could feel his presence behind you, his gaze heavy on your back, unrelenting. every brush of his hand, every moment his breath seemed just a little too close and left your heart pounding harder. the space between might as well have been nonexistent, and yet you both walked as if tethered by an invisible string, pulled tighter with every step.

by the time you reached the shoji door, the silence was deafening, the tension a living thing between you. sanemi wordlessly starts to undo the fastenings of his uniform without wasting much time.

“strip.” he orders as he starts to undress himself.

“huh. . ?” you thought you misheard, slightly wide eyes turning to him.

sanemi rolls his eyes again when he sees your reaction to his command. he’s just as stoic as usual as he continues to undress, not fazed in the slightest. if anything, he seems slightly impatient as he continues to remove his clothes.

he shoots you an unamused look. “i said strip. i’ve had a long week.”

your jaw dropped softly, face and ears warm. you averted your gaze just when he tossed off his haori and uniform shirt. as sanemi made a work of his hakama, you slowly and hesitantly started undoing your obi slowly, the warm and steamy air of the bathroom making a shiver run down your spine.

gaze lowered, you discarded your clothing one-by-one on the tatami mat until you were left in just your thin white undercloth. pulling that over your head, you let the fabric drop. now left in nothing but a short loincloth.

sanemi watches you as your clothes were casted off at his command, his gaze intense and unwavering. his jaw clenches slightly as his eyes scan over you up and down, lingering on the curve of your breasts and nipples gradually hardening from the air. the view of you like this, almost completely naked, was doing. . . things to him ― despite not being a stranger to the scene. sanemi can’t tell whether it’s a good thing or a bad thing though.

“you’re taking your sweet time. . .” he mutters as he finally steps out of his hakama, eyes never leaving your form.

your face was still hot as you tugged off the cloth, letting it drop. you stood completely naked and vulnerable in the small space, a shiver running down your spine while sanemi briskly discarded his own clothes. you could feel the prickle of his piercing eyes on you despite not looking directly at him, and the scrutiny made you fidget.

the sight of you, standing there fidgeting with your fingers, your gaze averted and cheeks red from embarrassment all made hot blood rush down to his cock. sanemi almost felt his breath catch in his throat, his gaze never once leaving you and roving over every exposed piece of skin, taking you in as if he couldn’t get enough of the view.

sanemi kicks his clothes aside before stepping closer to you, the air around you suddenly feeling hotter, his eyes slowly making their way up your body, from your breasts to your face. “get in the bath,” he mumbled, voice low and impatient.

you nodded softly and turned to walk into the bath, steps silent on the tatami mat. just before stepping into the warm water, you bent over softly to take off the socks on your feet.

yet as you turn around to the bath, walking silently, it gives sanemi a perfect view of your behind. a guttural growl suddenly leaves him, his hands reaching out almost of their own accord to grip your hips, yanking you backwards against him.

sanemi presses himself against you, his entire body practically burning with desire now that you’re so close to him. “you keep teasing me like that and neither of us will be getting in that bath anytime soon.”

“onii-chan. . !” the honorific left your lips in a gasp from surprise at the motion, stumbling back and clutching the rim of the tub for stability. “i-i wasn’t teasing. . .”

the sound of that gasp-moan leaving you, the way your body trembles when you feel his hips press against you makes his hands tighten their grip on your skin, his eyes narrowing and darkening in desire. “you knew exactly what you were doing,” sanemi growled, voice low and rough in your ear, his chest flushed against your back. “walking across the room like that, bending over to take your socks off like that. you know what that does to me.”

“i-i’m sorry!” your voice was soft and slightly breathless, fingers gripping the edge while you were pinned in place. you felt every inch of him ― from the hard muscles of his hips, to the curved length of his cock, and the moist tip brushing right against your clit. knees feeling like jelly, you stayed arched and still. “i-i didn’t mean to. . . i was just getting into the water.”

“then why did you bend over instead of kneeling down to take off your socks?” sanemi growls, his rough hands shifting from your hips to run up your waist slowly, his warm touch tracing your skin, the sound of his voice low and ragged in your ear. “are you trying to provoke me?”

his voice grows huskier, almost dangerously rough as his hips press you harder against the rim of the tub, feeling the tip of his cock prod your slit. “are you trying to drive me crazy?”

“i-i was just. . .” you stuttered, unable to think straight with the way your knees almost buckled, walls clenching around nothing. “i-i’m sorry. . . c-can we get in the water now. . .? i. . .”

you can practically hear the smirk in sanemi’s voice as he hears your attempt to respond, how your voice stutters and quivers, can almost see the expressions you’re making from having his body pressed flush against yours ― from his hips grinding against yours.

“getting impatient now, are we?” sanemi mocks, his hands roaming up the sides of your body with more confidence, his palms coming to grope your full breasts to emphasize his words, tweaking your nipples almost teasingly. “can’t wait to get in the water with me?”

“s-sanemi,” your eyes squeezed shut, his touch making you borderline delirious. your knuckles turned white from how hard you clutched the edge of the tub for your sanity. and to prevent yourself from bucking back into his cock. “yes, i. . . i want to get in with you.”

the sound of your whimper, the arch of your back all cause his already racing heart to beat even faster, the need to touch you, the want to keep you making his whole body feel like it’s burning.

“then get in the water,” he breathes in your ear, his tone rougher now, his rough hands on your breasts squeezing softly.

“a-as long as you,” your voice was soft and shaky, eyes fluttering shut at the motion that sent tingles down your spine and between your legs. “get in me ― i mean, get in with me. . !”

a guttural, low growl suddenly leaves sanemi at your slip of tongue, a rush of desire and need coursing through him, the sound of your trembling voice sending a shock of fire through him. “of course I’m getting in with you.” he practically snarled, his voice thick and rough as he squeezed your breasts harder.

sanemi suddenly lets go of you to turn and get in the bathtub, the water making ripples as he does so, before he looks up at you. “get in. now.”

you stepped into the tub after him, fingers softly grasping his shoulders for stability since you didn’t trust yourself. his arms immediately wound around your waist while you both sunk into the water, straddling him softly.

you were almost panting and sanemi hadn’t even started yet.

the feel of your fingers on his shoulders, the way you press against his body as you both sink into the water, the fact you’re straddling him now ― sanemi moans at the feeling, hands coming to settle on your hips instinctually, a muscle twitching in his cheek as he looks up at you. he could feel the soft petals of your pussy wrap deliciously around the length of his cock, from the way your hips were pressed together.

“you’re so needy,” he grumbled, the words an attempt at mocking, but it’s obvious he’s struggling to remain calm now, his breath ragged.

it was hard for you to keep any semblance of control, especially from the way the heat on your cheeks wouldn’t dissipate. yet his words made your lips twitched upwards slightly, nose bumping against his softly. “hardly. . .”

“oh, really?” sanemi murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looks up at you, the affectionate motion both adorable and sexy at the same time.

his hands gripped your hips harder, pulling you down so that the head of his cock would trace your clit to the rosy bud of your asshole, grinding up against you to make his point. a hiss is heard as he does that, his breath labored. “you’re pressing your body up against me like this, and you’re saying you’re not needy?”

“you’re the one guiding my hips.” your voice a breathless giggle, the sound making him let out a low, guttural growl. his hands pulled you down even more firmly on his lap, his hips instinctively bucking up against you.

“yeah, cause you’re too slow,” sanemi scoffed, hands roaming further down your body to grab the firm globes of your ass now, hands strong. “come closer.” his voice is low, sounding like an order.

you didn’t think twice before your arms tightened around his neck, nose brushing against his with every roll of his hips, and your bodies were pressed together. every breathless gasp of yours, including the whimpers under your breath, drove sanemi crazy.

there was something about the tease and the repetitive rub of his cock on your pussy that made him feral, how he was barely a buck away from taking you. “don’t stop. just like that.” his breaths were hot and ragged.

“onii-chan. . .” your voice was a soft and shaky whine, honorific dropping from your lips in a daze. you kept rolling your hips slowly, eyes fluttering shut. a shiver ran down your spine every time his fat cock rubbed against your sensitive and swollen clit.

the water in the tub sloshed with every jolt. sanemi’s nails dug into the smooth flesh of your ass as he guided your movements, almost leaving marks there. “you’re so perfect, baby,” he panted in between breaths, tongue suddenly coming out to flick the skin at the base of your neck, the need to taste you taking over him. “you’re killing me.”

“just. . .” every grunt and low rasp of his voice only seemed to make you more desperate, walls twitching around nothing as the emptiness in your womb became more apparent. your hips squirmed with intent, trying to press the fat tip of his cock against your slit enough for you to sink down. “stop teasing. . . please.”

sanemi’s breath is ragged, the feel of your hips pressing down nearly destroying his self-control, his eyes narrowed hotly as he stares up at you. “push my cock in if you want it so bad,” he finally growls, his voice nearly guttural now. “do it.”

you didn’t have to be told twice before your fingers dipped into the water to shakily grasp the length of his hard cock, pumping it a few times. your thumb swiped across the slit on his tip before guiding it to your quivering slit, and sinking down slowly. “god, yes.”

both of you groaned in sync, the water making it easier for his fat cock to slide in. the thick length was usually hard to take in one go, but his absence combined with your need to help him destress made your cunt more eager.

sanemi’s breath became labored as a near-animalistic noise rips itself from his throat. “fuuuck,” he growls, the curse sounding choked as he tries and fails to suppress the wave of pleasure from his cock finally being wrapped around your moist walls. “all the way in? in one go? fuck, little girl.”

“i-i just. . . ah, missed you.” you couldn’t even think straight from being stuffed so full. sanemi guided you against the edge of the tub while your back curved over, his rough palms hurriedly pushing your thighs over his shoulders. you were practically folded in half over the rim, while his rough fingers held your ankles in place. “o-oh, my. . .”

sanemi panted, his breaths hurried, body burning with need. it was hard for him to be any gentler now, as he positioned you, his cock still buried deep in. a ragged breath left him at the sight of you bent over. “let me. . .” he whispered, voice hoarse with desire. “let me. . . try something first. . .”

“a-anything you want. . .” fingers softly gripped the edge of the tub, your head dipped back and eyes fluttered shut. sanemi groaned huskily at your response, your body shuddering and quivering pleasingly. he loved the effect he had on you.

the water sloshes around you both from his movements ― all of it causing sanemi to ache for you. “i’m gonna go a little deeper now,” he panted, his cock slowly dragging out of your cunt as you felt every single vein and curve rub your walls, his voice hoarse. “hang on to me for a bit.”

“o-okay. . .” you cried out quietly, delirious from the sensations. every touch, every breath, his cock; it was all too much. he was so big and the way he pressed down on you left you breathless. your mind was dazed but your body was hyperfocused on the way his fat cock rocked back into you inch-by-inch.

sanemi swallowed thickly, his body burning with need, before speaking. “i’m a little worried. . . that i might break you if i go any rougher,” he mumbled, his body shuddering as he thrusted in your tight cunt slowly. “you’re so small…”

“‘m not s-small. . . you’re just too, ngh, big.” your shaky fingers gripped his scarred but firm biceps and you bit your lip softly to stop any loud noises. sanemi’s large frame took up most of the space in the tub, each muscle in his body coiled and flexed with his movements, keeping you pinned against the tub and rocking slowly. “i’ll be fine. . . i want you to ― ah! ― use me.”

your tiny fingers gripping his beefy biceps, the way your voice trembled as you begged for him, all of it nearly made him snap. a guttural, desperate noise leaves his throat as he practically snarls “are you sure, little girl?”

he suddenly gripped the backs of your thighs even tighter, his nails digging into your skin in this possessive way. “once i go rougher, i won’t be able to stop. i don’t know if i’ll be able to hold back.”

“good.” you exhaled shakily, water sloshing softly around you both. “please do it. . .”

the sound of that word from your lips was dangerous, nearly pushing him over the edge from the need he felt. your thighs quivering, your back arched over the edge of the tub ― all of it was too much for sanemi to handle. “you asked for it, baby,” he almost growled, his body shuddering as he shifted against you, still gripping you tight. “just don’t pass out like last time, alright?”

“i’ll try not to. . . ah. . !” you couldn’t complete your sentence before his hips started, a soft scream leaving your lips. you instinctively clenched around his cock, walls wringing him tight like a vice. your words died on your lips, only able to muster incoherent whines and moans between cries.

“i don’t think i care, actually.” sanemi mutters, his tone dark but breathless. he let out a low growl, the sound ragged as he started thrusting his cock in and out of your tight cunt, the sound of the water sloshing softly around you both filling the air. his hips moved with ease from the lubrication of the water, the tip of his cock kissing the entrance of your womb.

“just keep your sweet voice like that. let me hear you,” he breathed, the words a low grunt in your ear. sanemi was utterly pussy-whipped. “moan my name. call for me.”

“y-you don’t care that i pass out or not. . ?” your voice shook breathlessly and your body jolted with every thrust, trembling hands gripping his biceps. sanemi grips you tighter, the water sloshing and rocking against the sides of the tub.

“not if i get to do this,” he panted, one hand gripping the back of your thigh roughly, the other gripping your waist to hold you in place against the tub. “that’s all i care about right now,” he grumbles, eyes focused and burning intently on you. “keep making pretty noises,” he mumbled. “tell me how much you feel.”

your legs felt like jelly, mind dazed and shaky fingers latching on to his shoulders, almost leaving scratch marks. your voice was a soft mewl from the raw pleasure. “onii-chan. . ! yes, it feels so good, i can’t take it. . . ah!”

the feel of your nails scratching him, the sound of your voice hiccupping shakily in his ear, all of it just added fuel to the fire in his core. “you’re so cute,” sanemi grunted, his voice huskier now, cock thrusting faster and rougher in your cunt. “say my name.”

“sanemi. . .” you moaned in his ear, unable to keep your eyes open. your fingers gripped his shoulders and nape, desperate to hold something for stability, nails leaving angry red marks on his scarred skin. “i-i love it. . . love your cock so much. . .”

“fuck, good girl.” he growled, his voice sounding increasingly rushed and breathless now, his nails digging into your skin from how tightly he was holding you, thrusting at an animalistic pace. sanemi was ruthless. “can’t live without your big brother’s cock, huh? say you love me. tell your onii-chan how much you love him.”

“onii-chan. . .” you babbled mindlessly, unable to think or do anything besides feel each rough drag of his hard cock, the curve of his length hitting all the right spots inside you. “i love you. . . i love you so much!”

your lips pressed against his neck softly, trying to trail kisses down his neck, but every thrust of his hips made you dizzy and lightheaded. “a-ah. . ! there ― !”

sanemi let out a guttural sound of satisfaction at your words, your soft, shaky voice telling him what he always wanted to hear, your lips against his skin making his heart pound faster.

“keep talking,” he panted out. “just like that. please,” he breathed, his body shuddering against yours as his hips rocked against you, cock angled to thrust right into that sweet sport repeatedly, your toes curling over his shoulders. “your little pussy’s gripping me so tight, shit.”

“oh, god. . . oh my god.” your back arched, clinging to him for dear life as you spasmed softly from the direct hits of his springing hips. you couldn’t even think anymore. “i-i can’t feel my legs anymore. . . ah ― it feels so good, i’m gonna cum ― !”

sanemi growled in response to your words, a shudder running through his body as you started shaking and trembling against him, the feel of your body clinging to him driving him insane.

“fuck, i’m close too.” he breathed, though his voice was rough and ragged. “just a little more. . . god, that cunt ― i need to hear you moan just one more time,” sanemi shivered while still rolling his hips bruisingly and unrelentingly. “just a little more for me, baby. can you do that for your onii-chan?”

“yes,” your eyes were teary and dazed. body tensing and arching, his cock managed to dumb you down and babble his name like a chant. “i-i can ―”

mid-whimper, you ended up cumming on his cock, his blunt nails digging into your skin as the spasm of your walls caused him to cum too. sanemi grunted filthy praises under his breath while he buried his full length in your cunt to the hilt, emptying his balls of a hot and creamy batch of cum deep in your womb.

you could feel the twitch of his cock being milked of its slimy knot, belly almost bulging while you both succumbed to the high. your gummy walls convulsed around his softening length, his once piercing cock that you felt in your stomach now weak and spent as sanemi slumped against you.

his larger figure nearly covered you as he leaned down, his heavy breaths hot and languid on your skin as he slowly came back to his senses. “damn,” he panted, still a bit shaky from it, before a small chuckle escaped him as he looked down at you. “god, i’m gonna need that again.”

“a-again. . ? God, you’re an animal. . .” your voice was slightly croaky from all the screaming as you shivered, hot bath water now cold. your body felt weak and jelly-like from the aftermath, burying your face in his chest between pants. “although i can never say no to you. . .”

sanemi shifted against you, his hands still holding you against him. “we’re not done yet, anyway. i only went once.” his hands slowly started to wander over your body again, one hand slipping upwards to grasp your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple.

you huffed softly but his next words made your face flush, softly smacking his chest. you couldn’t protest much when he carefully put your legs down, before slowly lifting you out of the tub bridal-style. “it hasn’t even been five minutes.”

sanemi smirked, his voice dripping with playful arrogance as he carried you effortlessly. “five minutes is plenty of time for you to recover. . . but not nearly enough to satisfy me.”

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donatellawritings · 1 year ago

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would u ever write stepbro! rafe?? love u

i love you too!

it was safe to say that your relationship with your stepbrother had way exceeded the confines of being appropriate. sure, you guys didn’t adhere to the cliche norm of being mortal enemies, or purposely being disrespectful for the sake of being rebellious — you two loved each other, perhaps a little too much. rafe knew how sick it would be to the naked eye — the older stepbrother preying on his pretty little stepbrother, but it was far more than that, much to his own disdain. you were sixteen when you were first introduced, doe eyed and welcoming to him and his family, but now you were nineteen — a bit older, and far too wise for his liking, you knew what you wanted and that’s what made things even more complicated for the two of you and you precarious little situation.

the routine cheek kisses that you’d give to your blended family when you’d come down for breakfast, dressed in one of his old college t-shirts, and skimpy panties that were hopelessly swallowed by the plush of your ass, they lingered just a little bit longer when you reached rafe. your plump lips were warm and pillowy against his cheek, and he’d simply smile at you, “mornin’ sweetheart,” he’d mumble, not missing the way you’d pathetically blush as you pulled away from him, before swiping a ripe piece of cubed melon from his plate.

and both of your parents would simply sit and watch, completely oblivious, as they were just relieved that rafe had finally gotten along with someone.

however, others on the divided island were much more privy to just how close rafe cameron and his doting stepsister were. when it came to outings and drug-ridden parties, rafe was far from inconspicuous with the fact that you were his. if his bloodshot bright blues weren’t honed in on your every move, he’d have you perched on his lap, a dopey grin on his face as you smiled lazily at him, your gums numb from the fine white powder he’d smeared on them a few minutes prior, “how y’feelin’ baby, y’okay?” he’d ask, pressing his chapped lips to your temple as you let out a content sigh, laying back to rest your head against his firm chest.

“m’okay, rafey,” you’d hum, your delicate acrylic-nailed fingers coyly fiddling with his longer and ringed digits.

to make the waters just a bit murkier, rafe had been the man to rid you of your purity — and you wouldn’t have it any other way. i mean, he knew you, he knew what made you tick, he knew just the right spots to get you to come undone.

“fuck, keep your eyes on me, mama — know it hurts baby, just look at me,” he cooed, his sweat-slicked forehead resting atop of yours as you nodded, your pouty lips parted slightly as the entirety of his hard cock filled you to the hilt, a pained whimper leaving your throat as rafe’s fingers laced through yours, his heavy hand pressing yours into the lush mattress.

a soft cry left your lips as rafe kissed you, the kiss hungry, yet gentle as he swallowed your sweet sounds. with his free hand, rafe lifted your leg to hook around his waist, “s’too much — hurts,” you moaned, your dolly eyes welled with threatening tears as rafe lifted his head, validating your concerns with a slight nod.

maintaining his slow and deep rolls of his flexed hips, rafe licks over his dry lips — it took everything in him not to fuck you deep and hard into the mattress, he couldn’t hurt you, “i know baby, shit — y’feel so fuckin’ good, fuck!” he grits out, his stringy curtain bangs falling over his eyes as he greedily watches your sopping wet pussy swallow him in, his spit-coated lips parted with a drunken gaze.

once ward was out of the picture, and rafe had taken it upon himself to take over the duties that came with being the main man of the cameron household, he became a bit more forward with your relationship. your mother had become far removed, due to her ongoing affair with her tennis coach — which made things just a bit sweeter for rafe. he decided to buy you a diamond-encrusted ring with his birthstone on full display, a symbol of his undying affection for you. and you wore it with pride, the two of you parading around a vacant tannyhill, engrossed in smiley and sloppy kisses, kisses that turned into feverish fucking against any nearby wall or solid surface.

“m’gonna marry you, princess,” rafe exhaled sharply, pressing his lips to your forehead, before returning his lips to yours, a wet smack coming from your conjoined lips, “ward’s not comin’ back — y’mom is busy with her new boyfriend — y’mine for the taking, baby,” rafe spoke between wet kisses, his voice low and breathy as you gazed up at him with hopeful eyes, batting your curled lashes at his every word. god, you were a hopeless romantic, it was easy for you to get caught up in your romance-ridden dreams.

“i’m yours, rafe,” you decided, and you didn’t care who knew it.

#divider: im4yeons #asks #anon #obx #rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron x reader #obx imagine #rafe cameron smut #stepsister!reader

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darnell-la · 1 month ago

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STEPSISTERS FAULT

pairing: dark!stepbrother!rafe cameron x stepsister!reader

summary: y/n and her Pogue friends start running away from Rafe so he won’t get the clues they have on the location of the gold. Y/n hadn’t been home for weeks, which only gave Rafe one mission, and that was to bring her back home. Suddenly, Rafe's mission became delayed once his anger grew further than it's ever been.

warnings: hiding, stalking, group fight (pogue’s against rafe), bleeding, running, hunted down, choking, punching, hair pulling, cnc, sa, manhandling, threatening, etc

notes: THIS STORY WILL INCLUDE SA! PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THAT TOPIC MAKES TOY UNCOMFORTABLE. WE ARE NOT LIABLE FOR WHAT YOU READ!

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“Hey- Hey, shush! Do you guys hear that?” Pope asked as he touched his ear, waiting for the rest to listen. It became quiet until they heard the sound of a truck driving through the mud. “Where is that coming from?” John B asked.

Everyone looked around, not knowing where the truck was coming from. They’ve all been on the run for days. They’re so close, but they can’t get caught now. None of them can. They all play a huge part in this mission.

“Wait, look — There!” Y/n said as she pointed a little deeper into the woods, making everyone’s head turn exactly where she was pointing. There was a huge truck with someone driving recklessly.

“Who is that?” JJ asked as everyone tried concentrating on the driving. “Is that- Is that Rafe?” Kie asked as the truck got a bit closer, making everyone slowly get up and back up. “Shit, it is him,” y/n said, making everyone hide behind a tree.

“If he catches us, we’re fucked,” Pope said. “At least it’s only one of us. We’ll know what to do if we’re the ones caught,” Kie said, making everyone nod their head as the truck came to a stop.

“I already saw you dirty sons of bitches! Where the fuck did you guys go!?” Rafe said, making John B roll his eyes. “Maybe if we wait him out, he’ll leave,” JJ said, but Pope shook his head.

“He’s going to find us, and where he does, we jump at him, then separate. We all know where to meet, right?” Pope asked, making everyone nod. “Y/n, you haven’t been with us for too long, so you’ll run first. His main focus should be on us,” JJ said, wanting y/n to be the safest.

“If I catch any one of you, I’ll make sure I have the best beat down of my life, so come out right now, and maybe I’ll take it a bit easier,” Rafe said as he got closer. That’s when Pope began counting down from five.

Y/n’s legs shook right as Pope’s finger got to three. She’s only been on this island for a month. Her mom promised it was only to visit her boyfriend, but she lied. She ended up marrying Rafe's father, forcing y/n to stay.

She made something out of it and became friends with the Pogues. Over time, she automatically became close to JJ because of his hatred towards Rafe. The two understood the personal hate they had towards the rich prick.

“One!” Pope yelled before everyone came from the trees to attack Rafe. “Fucking-“ Rafe swung, going to land a punch on someone, but ended up being knocked down to the ground by JJ. “Run y/n!” JJ shouted, and that’s what she did.

Earlier on in the day, y/n rolled her ankle so bad, she could barely stand on it. Pope knew what he was doing when he made this plan. Y/n needed to leave first, and needed time.

“I’m going to kill you all!” Rafe shouted, slightly scaring them, but they didn’t stop. “Oh shit, he has a gun!” Kie yelled, seeing the black metal poke out of his waistline. “Run!” John B. shouted.

That when everyone split up and ran as fast as they could. Rafe groaned as he rolled over to get up. Once he did, he pulled his gun out and shot throughout the woods, not aiming.

“If I catch one of you, you’re fucking dead!” Rafe said as his mind set straight onto y/n. She ran off first and looked injured. He knew she’d be the easy target. After all, he came out here to bring her back home, whether she wanted to come back or not.

Rafe had run the way he saw y/n run before he got knocked down. Everyone else had been long gone and split in different ways than y/n. That was their first mistake.

It didn’t take much time for Rafe to spot y/n resting against a tree. She didn’t get too far. Just as he thought. As the young man made his way towards her, she looked back at the noises of broken branches.

Rafe looked angry. More angry than usual if she caught her doing something she wasn’t supposed to do, and blood on his face from the beating her friends did, only made him look scarier.

“Fuck,” y/n said as she pushed off of the tree to run away. She tried running faster than before after she saw the fun in his hand. She knew Rafe was crazy and didn’t want to find out what he would do to stop her from running.

“You ain’t gettin’ nowhere, y/n,” Rafe said as he ran after her. Within seconds, the man tackled her to the ground. Y/n screamed in pain as her ankle twisted more than before. “Nah uh, shut it!” Rafe turned y/n around just to slap his hand over her mouth.

“You’re gonna keep your fucking mouth closed before your dirty excuse of a friend group come back to save your slow ass “ Rafe said as you/n slapped at his chest and kicked to get from under him, but the man was to heavy. She wasn’t getting away.

“Fucking stop it before I hurt you, y/n. I promised your mom to get you back in one piece. Don’t think I don’t disappoint her,” Rafe threatened as he tried to pin her arms down.

“Fuck you, Rafe, just let me go!” Y/n shouted in the man’s face. Before she knew it, his knuckles connected with her face. Right after, another connected, making her vision blurry in seconds.

“I told your ass to calm down, but you just wouldn’t fucking listen,” Rafe said as he gave y/n another punch. The younger girl cried out for him, scared and hurt that Rafe would lay his hands on her like this. She knew he was a horrible person, bye she never knew he was this cruel.

“That’s crying shit won’t work, so you might as well stop,” Rafe said as he finally got the chance to pin y/n’s hands down. “P-Please,” y/n sobbed as she felt some blood run down her nose.

“Please, what? Spare you!? I’m not sparing shit. I told your ass to stop running. I told your ass to clam down, and now look at you. Look at you!” Rafe shouted, making y/n sob harder.

“Fucking hell,” Rafe said as he quickly wrapped his hands around y/n’s neck, and pressed down to stop her from- Well, he didn’t know. He just needed her to shut up and listen. Just for once.

“R-Ra-“ y/n couldn’t get out as his grip tightened. “You never fucking listen, so I’ll make you listen. I’ll make you understand what happens as if you mess with a real Cameron,” Rafe said as y/n’s vision began to darken.

As the younger girl began to slip out of consciousness, Rafe couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of her underneath him. He was stronger, and she finally knew that. Maybe after today, she won’t disobey him again.

“God, this feels amazing,” Rafe said right as he disconnected his hands from y/n’s neck, allowing her to breathe again. “Oh, c’mon — It wasn’t that bad,” Rafe said, making y/n cry with cracks in her voice. All she could think about was that Rafe Cameron, her stepbrother, tried to kill her, and didn’t even take it seriously.

“I said shut the fuck up,” Rafe said as he grabbed her face harshly, digging his nails in her skin to show her the pain she can continue to be in if she kept up with her pathetic sobs.

“You’re so fucking weak. You think this hurts, y/n? Huh! There’s so much more I could do to you, yt I’m trying my best to get you back to your mother and good hands.”

Y/n tried avoiding eye contact as much as she could, as Rafe tried making eye contact as much as he could. He wanted her to see what he was. He wanted her to see that he was stronger than her. Better than her. He wanted to show her she can do whatever he wants, and she had no choice but to listen.

“Look at me,” Rafe demanded, but y/n ignored him. “Look at me!” Rafe yelled, but y/n continued to ignore her. “I said-“ Rafe used his free hand to grab y/n’s dirty crop top and rip it off as much as he could. “Look at me, bitch!”

“Stop it!” Y/n’s dragged out whine upset Rafe even more, making him tug at her Jean shirts, she was worse for JJ. Earlier today, JJ spoke about the flower she had on one of her shorts looked pretty, so she changed without him asking her to.

“Rafe, stop it- Stop it!” Y/n tried to fight once again, but that only earned a hard punch to her face, almost knocking her out.

Rage took his chances to pull y/n’s jeans down to at least a little above her knees before pushing her legs up. He told himself he was intimidating her, but in actuality, his cock was harder than it is when he’s deep in his girlfriend.

“Rafe,” y/n whined disgustingly as she felt his manhood push against her heat. “All of this is happening because you can’t fucking listen. Just remember that, y/n. This is your fault,” Rafe spoke as he aimlessly reached into his pants to pull himself out.

“You fucking fault,” he breathed out as he pushed at her, even though her panties were still on. “Your fucking fault,” Rafe began to sound desperate as his cock slipped past y/n’s thin panties and small panties.

Rafe wasted no time letting out a loud and deep groan as y/n cried in pain. “No, no-“ y/n tried begging him to get off, even pushing him, but he stopped that by wrapping his hand around her neck once again.

“This is your fault. Now I can’t do whatever I want to you,” Rafe whispered in y/n’s ear as his free hand tugged at her hair. Now, all y/n could let out were pathetic, cracky moans she couldn't believe were real. She didn’t want this. Why was she moaning?

“That’s it — I bet this feels better than JJ, huh?” Rafe said with a chuckle, y/n knew she’d be having nightmares about it from now on. “I’ve never even thought about laying a hand on you like this, but fuck, y/n — You’re the tightest thing on this island,”

After what felt like hours, Rafe finally finished. Y/n had no room to cry when she felt the man spill in her with moans that sounded like this whole situation was consensual. It wasn’t.

“Time to go, yeah?” Rafe said as he got up to fix himself. Y/n felt like a deer in headlights. She stayed frozen on the dirty ground the whole time as Rafe motioned for her to get up and fix herself.

“And, just for that-“ Rafe said as he bent over and picked the weak girl off the floor. “I’m going to give you hell when dad and your mom are gone for the night,”

Y/n wanted to react, but couldn’t. She felt ashamed to be carried through the woods by Rafe as her jeans stayed around her knees, her panties flapped loosely around her cunt, her shirt found ways to rip more, and her nose continued to bleed.

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rafessecret · 3 months ago

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⋆˚࿔ step¡sister reader && rafe cameron

OH LOOKING SO SWEET CURLED UP IN THOSE LITTLE SLEEP SHORTS.

You’re curled up in his bed again.

It’s nothing new. You always end up here. Pressed against him, trusting him, like you don’t know any better. Like you don’t realise how wrong it is. Like you don’t know what it does to him.

You’ve been Rafe’s stepsister for years now. Thrown together by your parents’ rushed marriage, forced into the same house, the same routines, the same spaces. You grew up around him, but he never really treated you like a sister. Not really. Not with the way his eyes always lingered, how his fingers would brush against your bare skin just a second too long. Not with the way he’d look at you when you were stretched out in your little skirts, your glossy lips parting when you laughed. Not with the way he needed you.

And now, he has you. Right here. In his bed. Again. Your tiny sleep shorts ride up as you shift, your warm skin brushing his. You don’t notice the way he stills, how his breathing turns heavy, uneven. You don’t notice the way his cock twitches under the sheets.

His palm rests against your hip, fingers teasing beneath the hem of your shorts, not quite touching but close. Too close. He’s warm against you, broad and solid, his grip firm but not forceful. Not yet. His lips brush against your ear, his voice low, deep, coaxing. ❝Just let me, baby,❞ he murmurs, the words sinking into you, soft and syrupy, a slow drip of something sickly sweet.

You barely stir, too sleepy to process, too used to the warmth of him, too trusting to see what’s really happening. He shifts closer, the hard press of him nudging against you. There’s something needy about the way his hips move, the slow, steady grind that makes his breath hitch. You don’t stop him. Maybe you don’t even realise what he’s doing—how wrong this is. How wrong he is.

His fingers flex against your hip, pulling you closer, guiding you into it. There’s no space between you now, just heat, just the slow rock of his hips against yours. He exhales a shaky breath, his lips pressing into the back of your neck, his teeth grazing the delicate skin there as he groans. His cock is so hard. And it’s all for you. Because of you.

His movements are slow and calculated, but there’s desperation in the way his fingers tighten against your skin. Like he’s trying to hold himself back. Like he knows he shouldn’t be doing this, but he’s too far gone to care. You’re so warm, so soft, so fucking perfect against him. His hand drifts lower, knuckles brushing between your thighs. Just barely. Just enough to make him bite his lip, to test the waters. But you shift—a little whimper slipping past your lips.

His cock throbs. You felt that.

Rafe’s breath turns ragged, his fingers moving again, this time pressing. Just the lightest pressure against your sleep-warm pussy, teasing, circling, testing. And fuck—he can feel how warm you are.

❝It’s just me, pretty girl,❞ he whispers, his voice thick with need. ❝Feels good, doesn’t it?❞ Your lashes flutter, a soft sigh leaving you as your hips shift ever so slightly. Maybe you’re dreaming. Maybe you think it’s something else. But your body reacts, and that’s all he needs.

His fingers stroke again, right over your clit this time. A slow, lazy motion, barely there, but your breath catches. His cock aches. He can feel himself leaking, soaking his boxers, desperate for more. He grinds into you again, harder this time, the friction making him shudder. ❝Fuck, pretty girl,❞ he breathes, voice wrecked, strained.

His hips rut into you, his cock pressing against your ass through the thin fabric, wet with precum, needy, throbbing. He knows he shouldn’t. Knows he should stop. But then you whimper again, a sleepy sound of pleasure. And that’s it.

His grip tightens on your hip, holding you still as he grinds harder, his breath hot against your neck. His body shudders, his cock twitching as he cums, spilling into his boxers, into the sheets, into the space between you.

And you’re still asleep.

Still fucking trusting.

Rafe exhales sharply, forehead pressing against your shoulder, panting, wrecked, guilty, and not at all sorry. Because this won’t be the last time.

── ⋆ 𝐲𝐚𝐩 : Hey, pretty. How do we feel about this? I’m not entirely sure if it’s the one I want to share as my first piece, but I thought I’d throw it out there anyway. I’m probably overthinking it, but I’d really love to hear your thoughts, materialist for the coming soon. If you've made it this far, thank you! If you're thinking about checking out my account, please do, but it's pretty empty since I'm still setting up my nav.

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basement-nursery · 6 months ago

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Imagine Older Stepbro!yan…

Contains: stepcest, big brother/little sister dynamics, perverted behavior, Yandere behavior, cursing, infantilization, clueless!reader, using gay as an insult.

Pairing: M!yandere x f!darling

Everyone depicted on this blog is 18+. DNI if the above triggers you. All hate will be blocked/deleted.

Stepbro!yan who “accidentally” barges in while you're changing and acts all grossed out when he sees you.

He totally tries to sneakily take pics of you at every opportunity.

Who loves to borderline hit on you infront of y’alls parents like it doesn't cluster you.

Stepbro!yan who goes behind your back to beat up your boyfriends and threaten them because no one deserves his precious little step-sister.

Tells you you're too young and cute and to let big brother handle it.

Gets hard anytime you call him bro, big brother, Stepbro, or (and his favorite) Bubby.

That somehow always manages to show up where you are to bother you. (he has a tracker installed on your phone)

Will only play cute/cozy games with you because “you’ll fuck up my important files since you suck.”

Who listens to his shitty edgy music a bit too loud in his room and is always shirtless with sweatpants sat dangerously low on his hips when you yell at him to turn it off.

Calls you Sis infront of all his friends who knows he’s down bad for you, but not the extent.

Is always prepared to throw hands for, with, or over you.

Stepbro!yan who starts inviting you to come smoke weed with him on nights mom and dad are out since you guys are adults and can have the house to yourselves.

Who fights with your parents if they tell you no.

Him: You look fucking pretty today. You: Huh? Him: I said you look pretty fucking gay.

Teaches you how to roll joints and lets you hit his vape.

Bursts into your room at random times to annoy you, usually choosing to lay on your bed and be an annoying nuisance until you acknowledge him.

Lets you wear his shirts and secretly loves it when you do.

“Say ‘Pretty, pretty please bubby’ and I’ll give it back, I swear!”

Stepbro!yan who's gotten more bold recently letting his fingers graze your lower back, whispering into your ear, joking that he’ll kiss you…

Leans against the wall in the shower with your discarded panties held to his face as he fists his aching, leaky cock.

Who lets you fall asleep in his bed during his late night gaming sessions and instead of waking you up just slides into bed next to you, forcing himself not to grope you in your sleep.

Always tries to do bets/deals where you'd be his to boss around for x amount of time.

“Pretends” to invite you to sit on his lap as he games, always saying its a joke and he's teasing.

Stepbro!yan who “jokingly” sends stepsibling memes to you totally not as a way to hopefully turn you on.

#yandere x darling #yandere x reader #oc x reader #stepbrother x reader #stepbrother x stepsister #big brother little sister #tw stepcest #stepc3st #1cky brother #1cky big brother

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fandomnerd9602 · 5 months ago

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Overstepping

Stepsister!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

You didn’t mean to overstep but you had to.

Ever since your mom and her dad met, you knew you loved Wanda Maximoff.

Her brother Pietro went to stay with Wanda’s mom on the other end of the continent so Pietro, in the rare occasion you met him, told you to always protect her. Even now with you and her in college, you protected her with the same love and care that any step sibling would do

And so that brought you to just five minutes ago. You found yourself outside your shared apartment to find Wanda in the car of her current boyfriend. Said boyfriend was trying to feel her up and she wasn’t having any of it.

“I said no!” You could hear her say as you ran up to the driver’s door.

“Why not, Wanda?!” The jerk replied, “stop being such a nun and-“

He didn’t get to finish that sentence as you threw open his door and pulled him out, socking him across the face.

“She said no!” You shouted in his face before throwing the jerk to the pavement.

The guy tried to take a swing at you but you blocked and socked him square in the jaw again.

“(Y/N)! That’s enough!” Wanda shouted at you as she got out and marched to the apartment.

You followed her into the apartment and locked the door to ensure that the jerk couldn’t make a comeback.

“I can defend myself” Wanda tells you as she paces the living room.

“I know you can,” you answer back, “doesn’t mean you should have to do it alone”

“Why do you care?”

“Wanda, with Piet living on the other side of the country, someone’s gotta be the protective sibling here!”

“You never liked my boyfriend…well I guess ex-boyfriend now” Wanda retorts.

“The guy was a jerk”

“Yeah…” Wanda sits down on the sofa.

“Why did you go for him? You can do so much better” you take a seat next to her. Without even thinking she laid her head against your shoulder.

“Can I? Truly?”

“Yeah.” You chuckle, “I could treat you better than he ever could”

You bit your tongue. You didn’t mean for that to come out.

Wanda simply looked at you, her eyes now full of the adoration and love that you had gotten so used to seeing. “Yes. I know you will”

“W-Will?” You asked, trying to somehow comprehend the fact that a) you had these feelings buried so deep for so long and b) your stepsister was reciprocating them.

“(y/n)?”

“Y-yeah?”

She took your face in her hands, “you were the one that almost got away. I’m not letting you go”

And with that, Wanda kissed you tenderly. You held onto her, kissing her back.

You pulled back to look her in those beautiful emerald eyes of her to whisper a promise back, “i will never let you go”

This was gonna be quite the conundrum to explain to your mom and her dad.

Tags @lifespectator @supercorpdanbeau @multi-fandom-enjoyer @moonlit-imagines @moonlit-ficrecs @scarletquake-n7 @pinklawyerwinnerzonk @russianredassassin @revanshand @texaswolf23

#marvel #marvel fluff #marvel imagine #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff fluff #stepsister Wanda #step siblings #elizabeth olsen #wanda maximoff imagine #the scarlet witch #scarlet witch

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buckysgrace · 5 months ago

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Out of My Mind

Gator Tillman x stepsis!reader

Gator finally listens to you, only for you to realize that's not what you want.

CW: Stepcest/pseudocest, blowjobs, unprotected p n v sex, some religious trauma sprinkled in there, degradation, reader gets highly highly pathetic soooooo

Can be read as a standalone or you can check out Good Graces as well :)

You were regretful. Your previous actions pained you, made your stomach knot with guilt and worry as you tiptoed through the ranch with your head down.

You were almost convinced that everyone knew, or at least had to be suspicious. Every time someone watched you for a second too long, or spoke to you in a different tone you were sure the truth was going to come out. You were fearful.

Not that Gator seemed to mind. No. He had no issues strutting around in his normal manner, almost as if nothing had happened.

You were doing everything in your power to avoid him. You didn't want to talk to him, didn't want to touch him or see him. You didn't even want to smell his cologne or hear his irritating music. Everything about him got underneath your skin.

It almost worked on your part, but Gator had apparently decided that he couldn't get enough. He was like a little puppy, following you around so closely that he often stumbled onto the back of your heels. The asshole.

You tried to pray away your sin, just like your mother said you could do. But not even that seemed to work. Today, your mind kept wandering back to Sunday and how he had continued to brush his fingertips against the bottom of your dress, just enough that you could feel his bare skin against your own. You could still feel his touch now, almost as if he had burned you.

"You look good on your knees." Your fingers tightened together at the sound of his voice, your eyes dramatically rolling into the back of your head as his footsteps echoed in the room.

"Leave me alone." You retorted the same sentence, although your curiosity got the best of you as you turned your head to the side.

He was in his usual cargo pants, and a black muscle tee clinging to him like a second skin. You could see everything if you allowed your eyes to wander, which you didn't. You couldn't.

"What crawled up your ass?" He teased as he cocked his eyebrows, bringing his vape up towards his lips. You shifted your arms over your mattress, too tired to tell him not to vape in your room.

His eyes were warm, a mixture of brown and green as he took a step closer to you. You hated to acknowledge the way butterflies erupted in your tummy at the way he towered over you from this position. You craned your head up further, deciding to be a little honest. Maybe he'd get the hint then.

"It shouldn't have happened," you told him seriously, whispering underneath your breath so no one could possibly hear, "it was wrong." You reminded him, feeling like he needed a reminder of what that meant.

He cocked his head to the side as he blew out a large puff of smoke, fruity like bubblegum. You swatted at him, wishing that he’d leave you alone.

"I don't remember you tellin' me to stop." He added as he watched you intensely, like he was trying to understand your next move before you made it.

You felt a wave of guilt and shame crashing over you, clearly remembering how you had acted. You didn’t need him to remind you. It kept you up at night as it was.

"Go away." You said at last, swallowing harshly as you turned your attention back towards the cross on your wall. You wondered how people could so easily resist temptation. And that’s exactly what he was.

"In fact," he grinned from ear to ear as he knelt down next to you, sighing softly as he moved his large hands across his thighs, "I think you begged for more of it."

"Don't flatter yourself." You scoffed even though it was true. You knew that you would do it again given the chance. He just happened to be blessed in an annoyingly manner.

Your stomach flipped into knots as he moved a hand against your lower back, making you stiffen as his fingers slowly ran underneath the hem of your shirt. You hated how easily you caved in, how you wanted to feel more of his touch:

"What's the problem?" he hummed as he dragged his finger across your abdomen, earning goosebumps across your skin, "you're already ruined for anyone else." He spit out, making your body chill from his cold words.

"Fuck you." You retorted as you found your voice once again. He couldn’t talk to you like that, you wouldn’t let him. Especially knowing what he had been up to. He has no right.

"Ooh," he smirked as he continued to drift his fingers across your skin, "I don't think God likes when you talk like that." He whispered, suddenly much closer than you anticipated. You could see his freckles on his nose from his closeness, making you wonder if he could also see the way his words sliced into you.

“Leave me alone.” You spoke firmly, sternly as you wrapped your fingers around his wrist and pushed him away. He couldn’t treat you the way he did ever other girl he had been with. You wouldn’t allow it.

“You sure you want that?” He asked, all high and mighty like you would be missing out on something fantastic. Still, you thought about it for a moment. A brief second before you turned away from him.

“I’ve never been more positive about something in my life.” You replied as you linked your fingers together again, bowing your head and pretending to pray. You refused to look at him, only allowed yourself to listen as he stood next to you.

“Then don’t come bitchin’ to me when you’re all lonely again.” He snapped, his anger crashing over you like a thick wave. You ignored him still, only listening to the sound of his footsteps leaving the room.

You prayed that he had gotten the hint.

The next few weeks were uneventful, cold even. Gator didn’t bother you, didn’t look in your direction or speak to you other than to occasionally ask you to pass him the salt.

Which was somehow worse. All that effort to push him away and now you were regretting it, but you refused to admit it. You were sure he’d come crawling back first.

In place of his absence, your lust grew. You thought about him in the shower, during early mornings and late nights, when you were in bed alone and only God could judge you for your actions. You were a mess.

And when he remained stubborn you hatched your own plan; wearing shorter skirts and unbuttoning the top of your dresses a little more. Sitting close to him and drifting your fingers across the nape of his neck, making him shiver even when he pretended it didn’t affect him.

“Late night?” You asked as you turned towards him, checking the clock on the wall. He was almost three hours late, making you wonder where he had been. Or whom he had been with him.

“Why do you care?” He snorted as his eyes breezed over you, not paying attention to the little nightgown that you had picked out. You had hoped it would make him break and grovel for you.

“Who said I did?” He scoffed at your reply, shaking his head as he continued to strip his vest off. You watched the way his muscles tensed as he did so, making your mouth water just a bit.

You were already damned. You might as well make the most out of it.

“You don’t talk to me anymore.” You rested your hand against your cheek as you spoke softly, sighing as you crossed your ankles together. Your heart flipped inside of your chest as he turned towards you, eyebrows furrowing together.

“You said to leave you alone.” He stated in disbelief, eyes narrowing as you began to shift again. He wasn't any fun.

“Oh, come on,” you pouted as you rested your arms across the back of the chair, watching as he kicked his boots away, “I was just scared.” You admitted, wishing that he would turn those gloomy eyes towards you.

“Alright.” He stated dryly, like he wasn't interested. Panic swelled inside of you, making you wonder if he had already found someone else.

“Why don’t you come sit with me?” You offered as you patted the spot next to you, wanting him to notice how well you had cleaned up.

“I’m good.” His reply made your heart drop into the floor, beaten and bloody as you straightened your shoulders out. You wouldn't take that as his final answer, no way.

“I’ll rub your feet,” you offered as you slowly crept towards him, well aware of the way his features fell in surprise, “your shoulders and your legs. I’m sure you worked hard today.” You cooed softly, crawling like a beast towards him.

“What’s gotten into you?” He whispered out this time, hazel eyes widening as he gave his head a little shake. Like he honestly had no idea what he had done.

“Just being nice,” you told him as you rested in front of him, fluttering your eyelashes, “You look so tired. Let me help you.” You pleaded softly, hands falling against his ankles.

“You’re pathetic, you know that.” He spit out harshly, like his words could offend you as your hands moved up towards his knees. You didn't care what he thought, what anyone thought. He was probably right, but you knew he wanted you just as badly.

“And I know you’re lonely,” you whispered as you ran your fingers across his thick thighs, “I can fix that.” You told him honestly, leaning your face against his hip bone. You could feel his body stiffening from your touch, like he was fighitng the urge to give in.

“Why should I?” He asked as he breathed in deeply while you dragged your nose across the front of his pants. He smelt nice, really good.

"I'll be good," you promised as you nuzzled your cheek across his thigh, your nose dragging across the obvious bulge in his pants, "Please. I'll be a good girl. A good little sister."

"Yeah?" He tsked as he tilted his head once again, like he was still considering what you had said. You pouted your lips out as you continued to press yourself up against him, desperate to feel anything from him, "You can't be that pathetic for some cock."

"Just yours," you promised, purring as you linked your fingers across his belt, "I wanna feel you so badly. Please." You nodded your head encouragingly, as if it might do something to change his mind.

It felt like a lifetime had passes as he dragged his fingers across your forehead, the corners of his lips curled into the tiniest smirk. His eyes were intense as he watched you, but you refused to look away. You wanted him to realize just how much you needed him.

"S'okay," he said at last, making your heart hammer inside your chest as he began to undo his belt. Everything inside of you pulsed as you observed him greedily, trying to fight the urge to reach out and do it yourself, "We all make mistakes sometimes." He retorted cockily, nearly making you roll your eyes. But you didn't, too fearful that he might stop his actions.

You flicked your tongue out across your lips as he pulled his belt free, then unbuttoned his pants. You could no longer just sit as you reached forward, eagerly helping him pull his slacks down to his ankles.

Your hungrily stared at the large bulge in front of you, straining inside of a pair of boxers. You exhaled as you drifted your fingertips across it, grinning at the way he groaned underneath your touch.

A grin fell to your lips as you gripped a hold of his boxers, tugging them down slowly as his dick popped free from it's restraints. You were in awe of how long he was, how thick and hefty he appeared.

You hated to admit that his cock was pretty. Slightly paler, tip pink and leaking as you felt how heavy it was in your hands. Curved upright and his base surrounded with thick hair.

You wrapped your fingers around his thick girth delicately, biting down on your bottom lip as he inhaled deeply. You dragged your fingers up to the head of his cock, smearing the precum across his tip before gliding it towards his base.

He grunted lowly, jerking his hips forward with your motions as you continued to trace the curve of his cock with your hand. You swore you could feel him pulsing against your skin, warm and soft at the same time.

You relaxed your jaw, momentarily preparing yourself to feel the stretch of his cock in your mouth. You leaned forward, kissing the tip of his cock while stroking his base in your hand.

A whimper broke free from his lips, making your insides twist and turn in bliss as you snapped your eyes up towards him. His eyes had fluttered shut, his eyebrows furrowing together as his lips fell open.

Pretty. The bastard had the nerve to look absolutely beautiful.

"Fuck," he cursed, eyes snapping open to look at you as you spread your lips across his thick tip. You pressed your tongue down further, trying to make more room in your mouth as you lowered your mouth onto the length of his cock, "You're such a little slut."

His words carried like electricity through your veins, warming your skin as your clit throbbed as you savored the feeling of his dick in your mouth.

His hands fell to the back of your head, his grip tightening as he forced your mouth further along the length of his dick. You whined at the feeling, chest aching as your lips stretched further sound him.

“Just like that,” he groaned as his hips snapped forward once again, needy as you continued to bob your head along the curve of his cock, “taking me so good.” He praised as you swallowed a moan, all too aware of how soaked your panties had become.

You gagged as his cock hit the back of your throat, eyes watering as drool slid from the corners of your lips. It was messy, sloppy as he gripped the back of your neck and continued to fuck into your mouth.

You knew it was dangerous to be doing this, even more so than last time. Roy and your mother were just upstairs, hopefully asleep as you continued to drag your mouth along your stepbrothers fat cock. Something about that turned you on, sent a desirable rush through your body.

His fingers dug into your scalp as you gagged harshly around him, drool falling onto your chest and his boots as you struggled to hold him in your throat. His balls were warm against your chin, soaked in your spit as he held you in place.

He held you there for a moment, hazel eyes locked on yours as he breathed in the sight of you. You were sure you looked a mess, but everything written on his features suggested that he enjoyed it.

He released you with a loud groan, his cock sliding from your mouth as you pulled away to fill your lungs with fresh hair. You touched your chest, spit continuing to leak from your mouth as you panted roughly.

“Fuckin’ whore,” he cursed as he grabbed your arms, pulling you onto your feet before you could fully compose yourself. Your body felt like jello as he stripped you from your dress, moving hastily before he pushed you onto the couch, “knew you wanted me badly.” He replied with a little smirk, looking quite proud of himself.

You could barely not your head as you watched him, excitement pooling inside of you as you stretched your legs wide. You pushed your knees up towards your chest, trying to ignore the way your pussy was glistening with want.

“She’s so needy for me,” he cooed as he dragged his fingertips through your soaked folds, earning a little whimper from you, “can’t wait to feel her stretchin’ around me.”

"Need you to fuck me." You whined as he grazed his digits across your slick hole, making your walls flutter with anticipation. Your clit was throbbing, desperate to feel his girth gliding into you.

"You've got a dirty little mouth on ya." He stated as he tilted his head, looking rather cocky as he used his other hand to rub his fat tip across your drenched cunt.

Your body spasmed at the feeling of his heavy cock resting across your pussy, making you feel even more eager as you examined just how much of him would be filling you. You breathed in and out, eyes heavy and mind fuzzy with pleasure. You needed him now.

"Please, Gator," you whined, rolling your hips forward, "Make me feel good." You begged as your clit dragged across the curve of his cock. he groaned at the sensation, his eyes darkening as he reached between your bodies.

You chewed on your bottom lip, heart hammering as you watched the way he wrapped his fingers across his girth. His lips curled into a little smirk as he thrusted forward, his balls pressing against your skin as you squirmed underneath him.

He pulled back hungrily, features full of lust as he bullied the tip of his dick against your soaked hole. Your hands fell to his strong shoulders as he slowly slid inside, his soft groans filling your ears.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the feeling of his cock stretching your walls out, allowing his thick cock inside of your tight walls as little whimpers left his lips. You were just as whiny, needing to feel him buried deep inside of you.

The sound that left his lips was enough to make your toes curl in pleasure, bliss burning deep inside of your veins as you tugged him even closer. His chest was hot against your own, his skin slick as you arched your chest up towards him.

One of his large hands fell to your waist, his fingertips digging into your flesh as he began to slowly grind his cock in and out of your clenched cunt. Your nipples hardened in the chill air, sparking pleasure as they brushed against his strong torso.

You reached your hands above your head, fingertips grazing across the armrest as he continued to drag his cock in and out of your wet walls. His mouth was hot against your skin, licking and sucking on your neck.

"So fuckin' good for me," he cursed as his forehead fell against yours, soft whines and moans continuing to spill from his tongue. You gaped, feeling like you had never been so deeply filled before, "You like my cock, don't you?" He mumbled, words strained as he roughly jerked your hands back across his shoulders.

Your nails dug into his flesh, earning a little yelp from him as he dragged his cock into you deeper. You could feel your eyes rolling back in pleasure, moans leaving your lips freely.

"Love your cock so much," you whined as you rolled your hips up to meet his thrusts, sighing as your cunt cried around his cock; soaking your thighs and his balls, "right there, Gator." You begged, electricity burning deeply inside of you as his warm eyes fell onto yours. Your insides twisted in bliss, taking in how pretty he looked as the pleasure filled him.

The couch creaked from underneath the combined weight of the two of you, your body sinking further into the cushions as his fingertips burned into your skin. You clung to him, your walls gripping him tightly as he pressed into your faster.

"S'fucking good," he spit out, lips coated with spit as his head rolled back lazily. The sound of your bodies meeting filled your ears, bouncing off of the living room walls, "Gonna fill this pretty little tang up, make her all mine." He huffed, throat straining as he gripped you tighter.

You nodded your head lazily, your mind foggy with pleasure as you savored the curve of his cock dragging against your bundle of nerves. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, nails digging into his skin as your stomach muscles clenched tightly.

"Gator, fuck, fuck," you cursed, whimpers breaking free as your body squirmed underneath his heavy body, your orgasm crashing over you in thick waves, "Fuck!" You cried out, leaning forward to muffle your sounds of pleasure against his neck.

Your body shook, trembling as his thrusts became harder and faster. Your pussy squelched around his cock, leaking with your cum as his moans became whinier, needier.

Your lips pressed against his neck gently, leaving sloppy kisses against where you could feel his pulse raising underneath his flushed skin. You licked his sweat away slowly, before giving his skin a little nibble.

"M'fuck," he hissed as he pressed into you deeply, cock twitching as you curled your toes in pleasure once again. He was flush against your bundle of nerves

You bit down harder on his skin as you felt his cum spilling inside of you, coating your walls with a mixture of your sin. You hated how glorious it felt, how you already craved more of it.

His lips were soft against yours, even though his mouth was slightly chapped. You tilted your head up towards his, wrapping your arms around his shoulders so he could kiss you deeper.

Your body was limp underneath him, thighs still trembling as you savored the taste of him on your tongue. This was going to be the last time. It had to be.

Maybe.

“Gonna want more of you.” He mumbled, like he could read your mind as he gripped your chin in his hand. He squeezed softly, eyes searching your own.

“It’s wrong.” You whispered as your heart continued to hammer roughly inside of your chest, making you wish you could hide it away.

“But it feels good,” he responded with a little smirk as he brushed his fingers across your cheek, “why should we deny ourselves that?” He questioned, making you wonder if you could agree with him for once.

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