#tag:[stepcest]

[cosmiceres]

Need an emo big bro who’ll fuck me in his sweaters and eat me out while wearing his tongue piercing.

Bonus points if he fucks me doggy style and sends a video of it to that annoying, dumb jock that won’t leave me alone.

[nemesyaaa]

sweet nothing || rafe x reader x sarah

summary : it's okay to want them both.

warnings : minors dni. smut. stepcest (no incest/rafe and sarah are not implied together.). oral (f&m receiving.). bisexual!reader. mean!rafe but meaner!sarah. controlling. cunt inspections. jealousy. daddy issues. manipulation. strap mentions. spit kink. i don't feel like it's a dark content but just in case. please, be aware of the warnings before reading.

author's note : /

“ Rafe is not allowed in it. ”

Sarah Cameron didn't want to share you. As the high Kook Princess that she was, she always got what she asked for. She never had to sweat or bleed to get what she wanted. So if she wanted you to be hers, you were hers.

But that meant there could only be her in your life because there was no way she was sharing her girlfriends with Rafe. She had always been the crueler of the two. It wasn't surprising since Ward had always favored her. If she acted like this, it was because she had always been allowed to. It was too hard for Ward to deny her anything. And if he couldn't be tough and firm with her, he needed to be with someone else.

And Rafe was so easily the perfect prey.

Just like you were Rafe's perfect victim when Ward was evil to him.

You were only there because his father married your mother. You were just an outsider to this degenerate family and yet you were now part of a conflict of interest between the two siblings.

in fact, it has been terribly easy for Rafe to have power over you and to abuse it. Since you suffered from a father who had never been there for you, and you refused Ward to be that father figure for you, he simply had to use your daddy issues to his advantage.

so he had always looked for the slightest fault or failure in you. he was going to find any excuses for you to cry in his arms. also, he was very controlling. you weren't sure of the outfit you wanted to wear? he knew how to compliment you. Did he hate your outfit? he also knew how to make you insecure about it. he was an expert in manipulation since he was a compulsive liar.

you weren't just his stepsister, you were his fucking forbidden fruit.

you were too perfect, too good, too clean. but he wasn't like sarah. if he wanted you, he was going to damage you and destroy you. Rafe wasn't good at taking care of people. He had a terrible view of affection. He wasn't even sure what it was.

You were so adorable that it hurt, that he wanted to make you suffer.

He knew he could never make Sarah suffer, and that he was secretly the only one suffering from this distance between the two of them. Because Sarah was meaner. People always stayed with her despite the suffering she inflicted on them. Because she was so much better than him in terms of playing the victim.

he also hated the fact that you preferred sarah more than him. why did he always have to be the one who sweats and bleeds to be appreciated while sarah just had to bat her eyelashes to get everyone under her spell ? it was unfair.

and without meaning to, he had started to categorize you like her, a simple bitch among the others. except he needed you to know it, he needed you to be treated like one to be happier. and damn, he deserved this happiness. more than you, more than sarah. more than anyone in this house.

he hated the way you stayed together like sweethearts, even though you were far from being angels.

" think sarah would appreciate seeing you like that ? being such a whore for me, think she would pay you the same respect after seeing you drooling for my dick ?"

his voice was so sharp that you gulped hard under his words.

you were on your knees, mouth stuffed deep by his cock. your corners were dripping as you gave him a sloppy head for a few minutes raw. he held your head by the hair while you gagged on him which served as an excuse for him to degrade you even more. you were so pathetic, willing to do anything to satisfy him. your mouth was working so hard that it felt like it was always meant for this, to be used and treated so dirty.

he was so hard that you could feel every inch of his dick inside your mouth. every noise you made was sucked away by the wet sound of your lips around his cock.

“you can cry all you want, maybe those tears will help you get my dick wet and nice. if you don't like me being mean to you, you should learn it before choosing this bitch over me. ”

you continued to pump him, while he forced your throat with his thrusts, his heavy hips slamming down your cheeks.

“ tongue out...such a pretty girl...” he mocked you, tear-jerking more cries from you. “better swallow what I give you. don't disappoint me twice, i can't fail you. ”

he lost his patience with you so he didn't care that he was cold, and that you took it so badly. that was all you deserved.

he had spat on your tongue, once, twice, until he saw his spit sliding down your throat, until he saw the large glob foaming around his cock, creating a web around his glistening red tip. you were so messy and dirty like a dog after a walk.

and you made him even harder when you took him this far in your mouth. he could feel you struggling and gasping for air. you were so miserable that it made him feel better to see someone even more pathetic than him for once.

“ what's up, pretty ? thought you were an angel but you're such an evil thing. ”

you tried so hard to speak back but his dick was hanging out your jaw to the point all your drool was dripping from your chin. you were such a mess, unable to talk, unable to think. he was fucking your face, tearing your lips apart with the length of his cock. he was driving his shaft so fast in your mouth that you were just good at choking on it. he wrapped a hand around your neck and smirked when he could feel your throat bulging around his dick. your tears were hot, and your cheeks soaked with spit and cries.

he spat on your face, watching his spittle drip down your cheekbones like tears before smearing it on your cheeks.

“ repeat after me. say i'm good to you. now, say it. "

oh yes, he needed to hear it. he needed to hear from you that he was good for you. he needed to hear you say that you didn’t need anyone but him. he needed to feel important to someone.

“ y-y-our good to...me...hmpf...”

your muffled words were enough to make him cum.

he had released everything in your mouth, splashing it deep down your stomach.

but it wasn't just rafe.

sarah also had this need for control over you. she started to establish her territory on you.

her brother didn't deserve to have someone like you. pretty and angelic girls were only reserved for girls.

“rafe isn’t allowed in it.”

you thought it would end there but she had opened your thighs to slip her fingers inside your folds. you were already terribly wet as if you had been hearing about her touch all evening.

but she didn't want to make you cum. no sarah cameron wanted to make sure no one made you cum before. she inspected every corner of your pussy with her fingers.

at first, she just checked the inside, before starting to pump it in and out, watching you getting wetter with her fingers working in your insides. her thrusts were fast and deep but also insanely forceful, leading you to take the heavy pace she was driving onto you. you were panting and crying like a crybaby, as you could feel every of her digits bruising your walls.

you thought Rafe was mean but Sarah was meaner.

her fingers were tearing apart your canal, literally opening you too deep and you were supposed to be quiet because all your family was sleeping. and you didn't want to be caught in that position, especially when the situation was already so shameful. you didn't want anyone to know about your secrets.

“ say it. say that you prefer me over him. ” she urged you as she was scissoring you quicker, making you squirm over her fingers.

she was supposed to be your gentle princess, the delicate sweetheart that took you on amazing day to make girlies activities, but also the kook queen that spoiled you everytime you wanted something, but also the good sister that help you dress and listen to your matters but now you were just her pathetic whimpering dirty slut.

you were the toy that she's gonna use until she was satisfied and tired of it.

“ and you better say it like you mean it. because i can be pretty good, but also, really bad. and you don't want your step sister to be mean to you ? you don't want her to be your worst nightmare ? ”

she was scaring you at this point, but he really worked. you felt a lot of things inside your body, and your mind was so fucked up. her smile was so wicked, but less than the fingers curled inside your weeping core. the way she was so cruel, calling your brain a real pussy for being so useless and making you so wet by the way she was degrading you.

“ you…you're far better, sarah. ” you moaned, but she muffled your noises with her hand by putting her fingers inside your mouth.

“ i don't want to see you with that loser anymore. let him cry, it's the only thing he's good at it. ” she paused before continuing. “ I thought you were like me…but you're just like him. i really need to change that. ”

she knelt in front of you before spitting on your pussy. she waited for the spit to make its way down to your soaked slick to slide her tongue inside your parts. you forced yourself not to scream but you felt awful.

she was just too good.

you promised rafe not to hang out with sarah anymore, but you also promised sarah the same thing. as they both played with you, you allowed yourself to betray each of them. it was their fault. they had both taught you to be selfish.

her tongue was so warm. she had barely slipped it between your folds when you were already getting wet on her mouth. as she licked you, causing the inside of you to spasm, her chin was stuck to your weeping slit.

her tongue was toying with your cunt. you were so good, a fucking heaven. she mixed her spit with the foaming wetness at your entrance. she forced you to stay still, threatening you with her eyes and controlling your body with a hand on your tummy.

she didn't forget your clit and she also played with your arched bud to the point of making it bruise. her mouth was wrapped to your pussy, latched on and licking it, collecting every stream of your pussy.

she has so much power over you.

all her thrusts were so perfect. she absolutely wanted that if someone touched you here, you would remember that it belonged to her.

she wanted you to think of her every time someone touched you, just like Rafe wanted you to only think of him if someone entered you.

except you were free. with sarah, you only thought of her. with rafe, you only thought of him. you were not a toy. you had feelings. and you weren't going to get into their stupid, competitive games.

when sarah took a strap out of her drawer, you looked at her with wide eyes. you have never gone this far before. she reassured you while you watched her put it around her waist.

“what do you want..."

she laughed in a sharp mocked tone. oh where you sweet girl at? “I don't want anything. it's just what you need. because you like to think about dick, i'm gonna show what's a real cock is. now, enough. turn around. i don't want to see your face anymore. ”

“you're just so mean sometimes. ” you cried softly, before you obeyed her like the good girl you were .

“oh that why your tears for? should them be for letting a pathetic man fucking you behind my back. now you want to cry this much? Fine, it's all I want to hear from you. ”

That was how you ended up between the two Cameron but you were unable to make a choice. why were you forced to?

“sarah said i look pretty in that dress.” you started.

“let me choose something better for you then. don't you want to be beautiful ? "

“I thought I was always beautiful to you.”

“you are but only so when you wear what I tell you to wear.”

you hated it when he was controlling like that but it was impossible for you to resist him which you hated even more. you wanted to please him.

“burn that shit.” he commanded you.

“you’re joking, right?”

rafe remained silent to let you know that he was serious.

one other day, he gave you a necklace with his initial, and you blinked a lot of times. “I’m not going to wear that.”

"yea, you're gonna wear that. i want people to know what's mine."

"They're going to talk, you know..."

" why? because you're my sister. we're not related. from what i've know, you've only got my cum inside you. not my blood. "

"it's not because everyone knows on the island that you're fucked up that i'm…”

now he was pissed. you had abused his patience. and what you had just said to him had just stung him and hell, he hated that feeling because he wasn't supposed to feel anything for you. you weren’t good enough to him to have the upper hand over his emotions.

he walked towards you, and you backed away, slightly frightened. you knew he was in trouble so you were afraid of what he could do to you.

“come here, sweetheart. I’m not mad.”

he lied. and you knew it, tears had started to fall down your face.

Usually, Sarah was there when Rafe wanted to go after you but this time she wasn't. you were stuck with him so he had the advantage.

"you know I wouldn't hurt you. I'm incapable of hurting you."

he lied again.

it was all lies. with him.

"liar! you lied! you hurt me everytime."

“you are the only one who lies. "

oh evil.

"i always took care of you. and you better not forget how kind and patient I've been with you because I'm tired of being the one who has to take everything in this house. sarah, my father and now you? no, it's not going to happen. "

“what?”

"last chance, sweetheart. come here.”

you rolled your eyes.

“ do that shit one more time and i'm gonna make them roll in a way you're not gonna find it funny. ”

“ you're not my father, why should i listen to you ? ”

you lift your gaze to see a smirk on his face, before he pinned you down the door and lock it behind your back, his weight was heavily pressed on your body. “ don't act like you're listening to your daddy, you're far from a good girl. ”

“ that's not what you said to me earlier in the morning…”

another day it was sarah. you were coming back from a family day where everyone was there except Rafe. you didn’t know if he hadn’t been invited or if he hadn’t wanted to come. but in any case, everyone had been there.

when you got home, you followed sarah to her room. you loved spending time with her so much. Today, you learned to surf, ate ice cream with wheezie, built sandcastles, and met her pogues crew.

you left out the detail where you saw her kiss a certain john b because it made your heart hurt.

you didn't know what sarah found in men. topper and now this john b. but could you blame her when you were doing worse behind her back?

when sarah closed the door, you blocked her against it to kiss her. you forced her mouth to open in frustration, and she kissed you too, possessively. it was like your feelings were speaking through your lips. your tongue was furiously curled against hers, and your mouth violently smacked on her.

“ i don't like to see you with him. ”

“ do i owe you something ? ” she simply replied, arms crossed over her chest. “ i ask you a question. ”

“ oh come on, you don't need to be a bitch with me. ”

“ why ? i feel like it's the only way to interact with you. ”

“ are you mad at me ? ”

“ because you're still fucking with my brother ? if you can play, i will play too. ”

“ fine, i don't care. kiss all the boys you want. but don't forget that the taste you're seeking for is somewhere else. ”

“ now, you're against me ? rafe really fucked you’. fine too, stay with that jerk but don't forget who's dick between his and mine making you cum three time raw. ”

“ god, you're so annoying. ” you exploded. “ why can't things be simple ? “

“ because we want you both and you want us both. ”

[cupidsworstcrime]

[...fauxcest (brother/sister) , (the illusion of) non/dubcon , catfishing as foreplay]

step brother!johnny x f!reader

smut , obviously

the words "inbred" & "incestuous" used in a kink sense but not in a literal way , consenting & non-blood-related adults being unhinged little freaks

AN: they were not raised together, despite somethings johnny says , thats just him being on some absolute FREAK shit

He tells himself it's harmless.

A fake account. A few messages. Maybe a picture or two. You’re a tease anyway—you always have been, even if you don’t mean to be. Walking around the house in those soft little shorts, brushing past him in the hallway with your sleepy voice and your stupid pet names. Johnny. J. Big bro.

You’re not his sister. Not really. Just a few years of living together and suddenly everyone thinks he’s supposed to be your guardian angel or some shit. Nah. Not when you look at him like that. Not when you curl your legs up on the sofa and sigh his name like it means something.

The first time you sent a picture—half-joking, half-daring—he had to bite down on his fist to keep from groaning. Almost came in his fucking joggers. And when he messaged back from his burner, pretending to be some online boyfriend of yours?

You didn’t hesitate.

He jerks off to you every night now. In the garage. In the shower. Face down in his mattress, biting the pillow, moaning into the sheets like some pathetic bastard. He can’t stop. Can’t look at you without imagining your cunt wrapped around his cock, your throat filled with his name.

You're so good for him. So eager. So trusting.

And so fucking stupid. God, you’re stupid, aren’t you? You think you’re safe in this house. That "Johnny" would never. That your step-brother's just some dumb soldier with a big mouth and a soft spot for you. You don’t see the way his hands shake when you bend over. You don’t see how he stalks your bedroom door some nights like a wolf.

You don’t know.

You can’t know.

Because if you did—if you even guessed—you’d stop. And he’d go mad.

So he keeps the lie alive. Keeps messaging you while you sit in the same house. Asks for more. Coaxes it out with filth. Tells you what he wants to do and laughs when you send it like a gift.

Tonight you sent him a video. Slow fingers. Wet sounds. Whispering the name of someone you don’t even know. Someone who doesn’t exist.

And Johnny came in his hand so hard he nearly blacked out.

He’s in his bed now. Phone open. Staring at the freeze-frame of you spread open for him, lip caught in your teeth.

He types:

"Wish I could taste you. I’d ruin you for anyone else."

Sends it. Watches the little "Seen" icon appear.

Then you type back.

"I should invite you over next time J deploys... <3"

His blood freezes. Every molecule in his body goes silent.

He stares at the screen like it’s cursed. Like it’s bleeding. Like it just cracked open and called him out.

His cock twitches. Almost types: Just come to my room.

No. No no no no—he closes the app. Paces. Breath ragged. Eyes wide. You can’t know. You can’t. You’d hate him. You’d scream. You’d run.

Unless—

He sinks into the bed.

And starts getting hard all over again.

It starts with a dare.

“No bra today. Bet it’d make it easier to take pics for me, sweetheart.”

He’s already sweating when he types it. Heart thudding like a drum. He adds a little emoji to soften it—just in case. Just in case you hesitate. Just in case the guilt dares to wake up in him again.

But you don’t hesitate.

You send a photo from the kitchen. From his kitchen. Arm pressed across your chest, nipples barely covered, shirt so thin it’s basically see-through in the morning sun.

“Like this?”

He doesn’t even make it to the bathroom. Just fumbles his joggers down in the hallway, cock hard and aching, jerking himself raw while staring at the screen like it’s a shrine. Like you’re a shrine.

He tells himself he’s doing you a favor. Teaching you how to be sexy. Making you feel wanted. That someone should.

But he’s not that clean. Not that noble.

He’s a fucking freak, and he knows it.

So he keeps going.

“Tiny shorts. No panties. Need to know you're a good girl for me.”

“Sit on the couch like before, love. Snap a pic while someone’s around.”

“Touch yourself in the hallway. Just a little. Think about me.”

You do it all.

And it breaks him.

Because sometimes you do it even before he asks. Wearing those little cotton things that ride up your ass, leaning over the counter like you don’t know he’s watching from the doorway, chest braless, thighs soft and spread on the leather cushions.

He can smell you on the sofa.

And the worst part? He swears you're getting bolder.

Once, you dropped your phone in front of him and bent down without thinking. He saw everything. No panties. Just skin and a little string of slick, catching the light. He nearly groaned out loud. Had to bite the inside of his cheek until it bled.

You smiled at him after. Sweet. Innocent.

He had to go jerk off in the garage like a fucking feral animal, fist pounding against the wall after he came, panting your name like a curse.

He’s not sleeping anymore. Just watching. Wanting. Messaging you from the other side of the wall.

He dares you to go further. Pushes it. Tests you.

“Rub your thighs together at dinner.”

“Don’t close your door when you change.”

“Sit on John's bed when he's not home.”

He can’t tell if you’re playing dumb or playing along.

And part of him doesn’t want to know.

Because if you’re doing it for him—if you know it’s him, and you’re still teasing him like this—then that means you’re just as fucked up as he is.

And that?

That makes it so much worse.

So much better.

It was supposed to be a normal night.

Dinner. Dishes. You laughing at something on your phone, his messages, the ones he sent to ruin you. The ones you think belong to some random guy you met online, the one you've been showing your tits to for weeks like it’s a normal thing.

But tonight?

Tonight you walk into the living room in those tiny shorts—the ones. The ones he told you to wear when you're "feeling needy." No bra. Hair messy. And no shame. None.

You bend over the couch, reaching for something on the floor. Phone in one hand. Face down. Casual. Oblivious.

And he sees it.

The curve of your back. The way the shorts ride up—completely split you open. You didn’t even pretend to wear underwear. Your cunt is right there. Soft, glistening. Inviting.

His throat goes dry. His cock’s already stiff in his jeans. Blood roars in his ears. He takes a step forward before he even thinks.

And then he sees it.

Your phone screen. Camera on. Recording.

You’re recording yourself—facedown on his couch, ass arched up, cunt peeking out beneath those shorts—and you’re doing it for him. For your “online boyfriend.”

For him.

As if your fucking step-brother cant fucking smell the sin leaking out of you.

"His" name leaves your lips, the one on that stupid fucking account, whispered low for the camera. "Hope you like the view..."

And that’s it.

That’s the moment he breaks.

He doesn’t remember crossing the room. Just the burn in his chest. The ache in his cock. The rage and the desire crashing together in a single molten scream behind his teeth.

Your body jerks as he grabs the phone from your hand, slamming it onto the coffee table. You whip your head around, eyes wide—but not scared. Never scared.

You’re smiling.

“Johnny,” you breathe, sweet as sin. “You finally gonna stop pretending?”

He doesn’t speak. Just grabs your hips with both hands and pushes your back down, until your chest is pressed to the cushion and your ass is tipped up just the way he likes.

He palms your cheeks, spreads you open, and growls—growls—at the sight of your cunt glistening for him.

“Fuckin’ little minx,” he hisses, voice shredded. “You knew. You’ve known this whole time.”

You nod. Gasp. Wiggle your hips. “Wanted to see how long you’d last…”

He bites your shoulder. Not gently.

“You think this is a game?” he snarls into your skin. “You’ve been walking ‘round my house—my fuckin’ house—like this, for me? For my cock?”

You nod again. “Who else would I do it for?”

That’s when he loses it.

One hand pins your wrists to the small of your back. The other rips your shorts down, so fast the seams pop. You’re bare in seconds, cunt dripping, back arched, breath hitching.

And Johnny?

Johnny is feral.

“This what you wanted, baby?” he breathes, grinding his hard-on against your ass. “Wanted big brother to fuck the brat outta you?”

Your moan answers for you.

He kisses your spine like a man dying of thirst. Bites your hips. Tells you you’re his now—always were.

And as he finally pushes inside, sinking into you with a guttural moan, one thought tears through him louder than the rest:

She knew. She let me. And she still wants more.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he groans, hilting inside you with a sharp snap of his hips, “tightest fuckin’ cunt I’ve ever had—‘course my little sis would be the one to ruin me.”

Your breath hitches. He feels it.

The way your walls flutter around him, all soft and soaked, like you like hearing it.

You do.

You do, don’t you?

“Ohh, you fuckin’ freak,” he grits, grabbing your hair and yanking your head back just enough to hear you pant. “You like it when I call you that? Like bein’ bent over the couch by your big brother?”

You moan something that might be “yes” or “more”—doesn’t matter. He’s gone.

“Actin’ all sweet ‘n innocent ‘round me. Callin’ me Johnny like you don’t spend every night spreadin’ your legs for me behind a screen. Like you don’t love this sick fuckin’ game.”

He thrusts hard—cruel and deep—and your whole body jerks. Couch cushions shift beneath you, muffling your whines. He keeps your wrists pinned behind your back, your ass tipped perfectly for him, so he can watch your hole suck him in again and again.

“You liked knowing I was watchin’, didn’t you?” he growls. “When you wore those fuckin’ shorts—no panties, tits bouncin’—you knew it was me. You wanted to tease big brother ‘til he lost his fuckin’ mind.”

He leans down, voice a snarl in your ear.

“Well, congrats, baby. You broke me.”

His free hand slips down, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight little circles just to hear the way you whimper. You clamp down around him like you’re gonna cum soon.

“That’s it, fuckin’ take it,” he mutters, half-lost in his own filth. “Take big brother’s cock. So proud of my little slut—makin’ me come in my hand every night. Leavin’ your scent on my fuckin’ pillows. I should’ve known you knew.”

Your legs start to shake.

“Oh, you gonna cum?” he taunts, hips slapping into your soaked thighs. “Gonna cum on your brother’s cock like a dirty little inbred whore?”

You sob out a yes.

He grabs your throat, pulls you up so your back arches, so he can whisper filth straight into your ear:

“Cum for me, little sis. Cream on big brother’s cock so I know you’re mine.”

And you do.

Hard.

Shaking and gasping, cunt pulsing around him like you were made for this.

And Johnny?

Johnny’s not far behind.

“Gonna fuckin’ breed you,” he growls as his hips slam forward, burying himself to the root, balls tight, cock twitching. “Fill you up right here on the fuckin’ couch—where anyone could walk in, where Mum used to make us sit for family photos—fuck—”

He groans low and ragged as he spills inside you, hot and filthy, hand clamped over your mouth to keep you from screaming too loud.

After, he doesn’t pull out.

Doesn’t let you up.

Just lays there over you, breathing hard, chest heaving against your back, cock still twitching inside.

“You’re never gettin’ away from me now,” he murmurs, voice thick with sweat and come and obsession. “Not after this.”

Not after you made big brother your personal ruin.

You're still face down on the couch, twitching under him, his cum leaking down your thighs.

But he’s not done. Not even close.

His fingers dig into your hips as he starts to move again—slow at first, then harder, meaner. His cock’s still thick, still buried deep inside you, and now it’s soaked in slick and his own mess.

And he leans in, whispering filth right into your ear.

“You ain’t even my real sister,” he mutters, kissing the side of your throat like it’s a confession, “but fuck if I don’t wanna pretend you are.”

Your breath catches.

“You like it when I say that, yeah?” His hips grind against your ass, cock hitting the deepest spots. “Like hearin’ your big brother call you a fuckin’ incestuous little whore?”

You moan. You hate that you moan.

But God, it ruins you.

“You’re not even blood,” he growls, voice shaking, “but I think about it all the fuckin’ time. Pretend you are. Pretend I watched you grow up, used to sneak into your room just to see what kinda panties my little sis wore—used to jerk off with your name in my mouth.”

You whimper under him, thighs trembling again.

“Dirty little thing,” he hisses, hand wrapping around your throat. “Would it be worse if you were mine? If we had the same mum and da? Same blood? Still wouldn’t stop me. I’d still fuck you just like this.”

He pulls back just to watch—watch the way your body stretches around him, how you drip for him. How you’d let him do anything.

“I’d still bend you over the couch. Still ruin you. Still fill your womb every night like it’s my fuckin’ right. Like you were born for me.”

His breath is hot against your back. His thrusts start to shudder—harder, deeper, sloppier.

“Say it,” he pants. “Say you’re my little sister. Say you like it.”

Your voice is shaking, raw, almost crying—but not from pain.

“I’m your little sister, Johnny,” you whisper.

His hand tightens on your throat.

“Say you need your big brother’s cock.”

You sob it—needy, wrecked. “Need it—need my brother to fuck me—always have—”

That’s all it takes.

He cums again, burying himself so deep you swear you feel him in your gut. Hot, filthy, possessive. And he doesn’t pull out. He won’t.

Even if you’re not blood, even if it’s pretend—he’ll keep fucking you like you are. Keep whispering filth into your ears until you forget what’s real.

Because it’s his fantasy now.

And you’re never getting out of it.

[luvlybunnie]

CALEB LADS INCEST IR STEPCEST PLEASE PLEASE BRO

a / n : we are on the same mind wave i think. (THIS IS INCESSTT GUYSS RUN AWAAAYYYY!!!!) up to interpretation if its step or bio ! :3c

he doesn't know why you're like this.

he's at a loss for words really, his fingertips shaking. body aches as he stares at your phone, the screen lighting up over and over again— men, no, boys. multiple boys are texting his sister at once.

'link up???'

his brain is foggy, and his head hurts. when you come back to the couch, he watches as you grab your phone and type like nothing ever happened.

"do you have any plans today?" he asks, he knows what you'll say. every time he asks you say the sams thing.

"nope!"

still the same girl from when gran raised you both.

"good. i was thinking, maybe we could spend time together?"

you peak at him from your phone, and he sees your thumb click on the right of the screen— it alerts him in an awful way. to know that you sent that boy—

something back.

the day starts slow, and you do notice something is off with your older brother. the way his jaw tightens when he thinks you look away, or the way you see his smiles immediately fall into deep frowns.

it's night now. all the food already gone, movies already over, and the messes already cleaned.

"it's your bed time now."

"i'm not a kid, caleb."

"mm, i know. don't remind me."

you huff and cross your arms— it reminds him of when you would throw tantrums, although it's a bit different when he sees your breasts push together.

"what's your deal?"

"my deal?"

you glare daggers at his face, "yes, your deal. you've been acting weird all day. i don't know what your problem is but it's pissing me off."

"don't swear."

"i'm grown, caleb." you hiss, "i have been for a while."

you see your brother sigh heavily, his head leaning back against the couch as his fingertips tap at his thigh.

"i'm just wondering what i'm here for— why are you living with me? i don't get it."

you stare at him as he finally opens up, it's been at least seven hours since you noticed something was off.

"you're a beautiful woman. you don't need to rely on— your brother for a house, or food— or anything like that. so why do you do it? when you have other guys?"

your eyes squint for a second, the gears in your head shifting— "huh?"

he turns his head to look at you, his eyes dead serious.

"caleb, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"you have other guys right? you text them every day. why do you need me?"

"you're not my boyfriend, you're my brother."

he frowns.

"does that make you upset? that you're my brother instead of my boyfriend?"

he sighs loudly, and stands up, attempting to have a smile on his face, "you're being ridiculous. let's get you to bed."

"you wanna do what a boyfriend does for me?"

he grits his jaw, "that's enough."

you grin, leaning toward him, your eyes widening with delight as he stands in front of you— his hand reaching out to help you off the couch.

"you're weird." you begin, "my brother is a big weirdo who wants to be his sister's boyfriend. right?"

he can't find the words to speak.

"oohh, so it's true. what does gege wanna do to me, huuh?" you drag out every syllable, letting it sink into his head. letting the steam build up until the pot starts whistling.

"what if i said..."

"you shouldn't be saying anything." he manages out, he hopes you don't notice the tremble in his voice.

you giggle.

"gege. why don't you... touch me the way a boyfriend would touch me?"

"why— why are you like this?" he hisses out, retracting his hand and running it through his hair.

"gege—" you whine, "c'mere, let your little sister be the best girlfriend ever."

"no." he wants to say yes.

"gege, come onnnn. do you think i'm sleeping around or something?"

he stays silent for too long and you giggle again.

"look," you reach onto the table to grab your phone, opening it and showing him the messages— he warily takes your phone and looks through.

'hangin wit my brother today'

'busy w gege'

'brother needs me bye'

'movie night w brother'

excuses? or maybe truths?

'it's like your fucking your brother lol'

he hands the phone back with a soft, "i see."

you read the last message he was on and grin again, "you're so weird." you hum.

you adjust your position so you're on the edge of the couch on your knees, looking up at caleb through your lashes. he's tense.

you drag your hands up his thighs, ignoring the very obvious bulge in his sweatpants— "sooo, you haven't admitted it yet."

he exhales heavily through his nose, "i already feel like your boyfriend. providing for you and such. i cook your food— i work for you."

you hum, fingertips lingering on the waist of his pants. "you seem like such a good boyfriend— my brother is a good boyfriend."

"stop calling me brother."

you scoff, "that's what you are though!"

he places his hand against your hair, tugging it gently to the side— your body immediately following suite.

"don't. call me that. despite what you believe, i could easily remind you what boyfriends do instead of what brother's do."

you place your fingers against your mouth, mimicking a blowjob motion as your mouth opens— you giggle, "i'd do that whether your my brother or boyfriend."

.

.

he stares.

.

.

for a moment you think you've gone too far.

"are you a virgin?"

you prolong your answer to stress him out more.

"answer me."

"yes." truthful.

"good, i'll make sure it's your brother's dick splitting you open before anyone gets a chance."

a / n : IT GOT SO LONG IM SORRY BYE IM STRESSED. HE TURNS ME ON LIKE CRAZY I NEED TO DIE.

[koushuwu]

*:･ﾟ✧ THE DAD THAT STEPPED UP

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬): afab!reader, stepcest, stepdad!toji, age gap, infidelity, manipulation, fingering, corruption, cunnilingus

『•• fushiguro toji | words: 4,1k | jjk masterlist ••』

excerpt: he shouldn’t make advances towards you. for numerous reasons. one: toji was already in a relationship with another woman. and two: that other woman just so happened to be your mother.

beta read by: the wonderfully talented @owoasis

toji knew he shouldn’t be looking at you like that. he knew he shouldn’t let his eyes travel up your bare legs when you walked around the house in those tiny shorts. he knew that he shouldn’t listen in outside your door at night when he got up to piss. and he knew that he shouldn’t make advances towards you. for numerous reasons.

one: toji was already in a relationship with another woman. and two: that other woman just so happened to be your mother. oh, and three: in dating your mother and living with the two of you, toji was supposed to be like a father to you. keywords being “supposed to”. because considering toji’s relationship to his biological son, he already knew it was pretty clear that he wasn’t really the parenting type. he tried though. he really did. but it was hard on him, with the way you waltzed around with those pretty legs on display, and those small tops that left little to imagination. truly it was a temptation too great for him to ignore. 

so, toji shouldn’t be looking. but he did. because while toji knew that he shouldn’t, that didn’t mean he cared about it. and as it was, he didn’t really. he really, really didn’t. and so he looked. eyes trailing all the way from your ankles and over your calves, even taking a moment to grace the skin of the back of your knee before traveling higher. your thighs were his favorite part of your legs. they looked soft and plush and time after time he found himself imagining what it’d be like to squeeze them in the palms of his hands. knead them, caress them, bite them even. okay. so he looked.

and okay, so toji shouldn’t be listening in at night, outside your door on his way back from the bathroom. especially not when he’d already heard you sneaking someone in not long prior. there were a lot of things he shouldn’t do. he shouldn’t have let you sneak a boy into your room this late at night. he shouldn’t have kept that from your mother. and he definitely should not be listening right then. yet that was another thing that he really didn’t care about that he shouldn’t be doing. because there was something intoxicating about the little muffled sounds that traveled through the closed door. he couldn’t hear much, but at one point, he thought you sounded frustrated. which wasn’t what a pretty girl like you should be feeling in bed. that’s not how a partner should treat someone precious like you in bed. you’d do much better on your own, or maybe you just needed someone to teach you. to help you discover what you liked. okay. alright. so he listened. it wasn’t that bad, right? right.

another thing he definitely shouldn’t do was make advances at you. that he definitely shouldn’t be doing. would you believe him if he said that he didn’t really care about that either? maybe he would’ve, a few days before he heard you that night. maybe. but he had heard you. he’d seen you the following day, and someone should really help you, because whoever the guy was you’d brought home that night, he clearly didn’t know how to handle a pretty thing like you. you deserved better. you deserved someone to teach you, so you could teach him how to touch you. and so maybe toji could actually be a good father figure this time. he could help you in your time of need, like any good father would, right? step up to the challenge, give you what you needed and maybe teach you a thing or two in the process.

toji hadn’t expected the opportunity to present itself so fast. so easily. laid out as if on a silver platter when he found himself alone in the house with you. and in a slip up, you’d confirmed his suspicions. you had indeed snuck someone in that night. and it had indeed been your current boyfriend. and he had in fact not been able to satisfy you. toji might’ve wondered why you even shared any of this with him in the first place, however subtly it may have been. did you trust him that much? well in that case, he was going to make sure to make himself worthy of that trust. he was going to help you in this time of need. 

what he hadn’t expected either, was how quickly you went along with him. when he’d offered his help, he’d half expected you to laugh in his face. he’d even expected you to tell him to fuck off and rat him out to your mother. but you didn’t. you looked timid. your eyes grew a little wider and your hands wrung together as you watched him, all the while toji did his best to look as inviting and trustworthy as possible. he really did want to help you. he wanted to make sure you knew exactly what you wanted. what you needed. how it was supposed to be. and he was going to teach you.

and you did agree. be it out of frustration of your boyfriend, or maybe spite, he couldn’t tell and he’d probably never know. but it truly didn’t matter to him at all. because what did matter to him, was that you allowed him help you lie back on the couch. that you didn’t push him away when he moved closer.

“comfortable?” he asked, purposefully softening his voice for you. taking you in, he studied your face intently. searching for signs you might change your mind.

“i think so,” you told him, still wringing your hands in front of your chest, as if to shield yourself, by maintaining that last bit of distance between you as he hovered above you. he smiled. it was okay. he was here to help you. and so he placed one of his hands on top of yours.

“it’s okay,” he reassured, gently peeling your hands apart, sliding his fingers in between yours. toji was never this soft with his lovers. andhe was an exceptional lover, if he did say so himself. he was assertive. strong. confident. maybe even a little rough. but with you— you weren’t his lover. this wasn’t sex. it wasn’t. he was simply going to teach you. and if that took a gentler hand, then so be it. with your hand against his palm, his fingers interlocked with yours, he cupped your cheek. “there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

another thing about toji was that he didn’t kiss. he took charge. he controlled. he claimed. with his lips pressed to a lovers, he claimed them as his in that shared moment together. he took control and he did not yield it to anyone. you looked so small underneath him on the couch. maybe this time, with you, he’d take control in a different sense. that’s what he thought as he leaned in. slowly. lips just shy of yours, he told himself that he just wanted to make you feel comfortable. safe. and when his lips did press against yours, it was soft. almost gentle even as he knew that it was more than just for your benefit.

he did want you to trust him. he did. but did he want you to trust him for your sake, or for his own? even as he was telling himself that he simply wanted to help teach you a thing or two, he’d be lying if he claimed that that was the only thing he wanted. he did want to help you, but he also wanted to touch you. he really wanted to touch you. so much so, that the thought alone made his skin tingle as you kissed him back. softly. hesitantly.

“relax,” toji said against your lips, hand slipping across your skin. fingertips ghosting over your palm, the skin of your wrist, then stopping. breaking the kiss, he looks down at you. your skin was warm under the pads of his fingers. growing warmer. hotter. the throb of your pulse growing faster. quickening. strumming a frantic rhythm. “i’m just going to help you. no one has to know.”

toji studies you for a moment. your skin radiating warmth and for a moment he’s tempted to screw it all and pull you right up on top of him and have you. those pleading eyes looking up at him, pulling him in, tempting and yet so innocent that made him want to swallow you whole. he’ll teach you what it means to have a real man. wait? teach? right. he was going to teach you. he swallowed down the want. instead he smiles and he feels like a wolf in sheep's clothing as you suck your lower lip between your teeth. do you trust him? truly a horrible choice. he pushes the thought aside. he’s helping you. he wants you.

“does he make you fell relaxed?” he asks instead, hand leaving your wrist to caress your neck. your side. skimming the underside of your chest. once more leans in close. “does he touch you like this? kiss your skin like this?” toji’s breath against your neck, your ear, it made you shiver as he pressed his lips to your pulse. wet. open mouthed. expertly and he just could not help the little triumphant smile pulling at his mouth when your hand flexes before it fists against the pillow at your side.

you shake your head in reply. just a little movement that any other guy may have missed. but not toji. he’s observant, you see. he’s a talented lover. a skilled one. he knows what he’s looking for. he knows that the words lodged in your throat, but you were going to have to cooperate. you were a good girl. he knew that you could do that much. you just needed a little encouragement, so encouragement was what you’d get. his wandering fingers stilled and he pulled back, looking down at you once more.

“i need you to say it.” you swallowed, fist tightening on the pillow, there was something twisting in his stomach as he looked at you like this. something that sent his blood rushing through his veins. “i can’t help you, if you don’t tell me.”

there was something so satisfying about the way you swallowed before speaking. as if you had to work up the courage to press out the one word. “no.” breathless. barely audible. but it was there, borne on a low breath, and toji sighed.

“what a waste.” toji shook his head in disbelief, looking you up and down and taking it all in. “such beauty. truly wasted on someone who won’t appreciate you properly. but it’s alright. i’ll help you. i’ll teach you how it’s supposed to be.” he wants you. he wants to show you. show you all that he can do. what a man could do. the way you should be treated. they way you should be fucked.

his hands travel. goosebumps rise on your flesh and the way you start to squirm underneath him was exactly like the images in his head when he’d found out about you and your boyfriend. it was enticing, really. and the way your shoulders start to relax as he touches your skin. the way you willingly open yourself up to him. to his touch and to his advances. a muscle in toji’s jaw clenches when you lift your hand off of the couch and let it settle on his biceps. it’s nothing but a little show of comfort. that what he’s doing is working. but it’s progress. it’s what he wanted. it’s what he needed. he couldn’t help the smile on his lips. “it tingles,” you tell him.

“an absolute waste,” toji repeats. “when i’m done with you, you’ll know exactly how a man is supposed to make you feel. does he even make sure you’re wet enough before diving in?” his words makes your skin feel even warmer. he can feel it against his hands. you want to look away, but you can’t. instead you look straight into his eyes and he can’t help but sigh at the admittance in your eyes.

“no,” you tell him.

“open up,” he said, as two fingers caressed your lower lip. “come on, it’s okay. you’re gonna like it, i promise.” and so you obliged, lips parting and letting toji’s fingers dip inside. “that’s it. good girl,” he cooed.

it was the way that something seemed to ignite within you as he watched. the way your skin was burning bright hot against him. the way that you looked at him, earnestly yet crackling with electricity. the electricity that seemed to seep right from you and through toji’s very skin. it was the quiver of your thighs, spread on the couch, laying you bare. and the way that you stopped hiding just a little more with every touch of his hands. of his tongue. it was the way that your fingers dug into his arms in something akin to want and the way that you couldn’t hold back that little sound from escaping your lips when he touched you just right. it was all these things that made toji feel the triumphant surge rising in his chest as his finger sunk into your cunt. wet, slippery, hot. twisted even, the feeling in his gut when he watched your mouth fall open. it wasn’t that he’d doubled his own skills. he’d never doubted himself, so why would he start now? but all things considered, he knew he would be silly if he’d thought it would be easy. because of course it wasn’t going to be easy. but toji had enjoyed the thrill of the hunt. the prowl. slowly guiding you to him and earning your trust enough that you’d let him even suggest anything like this in the first place. even more so to allow toji in.

“feel this?” toji asked, fingers curling where he knew he would find the spot that would make you keen. okay. he knew that it would feel good, but he hadn’t anticipated how you’d react to the sensation. “did he ever care enough to find your g-spot?” he asked. crudely. a little rough. the pads of his fingers brushed against you again and your head lolled back on the backrest of the couch.

“he didn’t–” you breathed, trying to keep down the sounds, trying to trap them before they escaped, released into the air surrounding you, making it real. something you weren’t ready to admit just yet. but it felt good. toji knew it as well. the way your breathing grew heavier. the throbbing between your legs making it all too clear to him that you were feeling it. full already. he’d heard it before, blessed with those large hands as he was.

“what was he even doing?” toji asked in disbelief. because what kind of man with respect for himself couldn’t even hit the g spot? if toji had to bet, the boy probably couldn’t find the clitoris either. poor girl that you were to have settled for someone like him. but toji would show you. “what about this, then?” your moan ripped from your throat before you even knew what was happening when his thumb pressed against your clit. “i’ll take that as a no,” he said.

with his fingers plunged deep in your pussy, toji’s hardest battle was to keep the grin off his face. that somewhat arrogantly victorious grin that was sure to tell you exactly how much this wasn’t just for your sake. it was also for his sake as well. there was something so tempting about plucking forbidden fruit. something so utterly ensnaring that he just couldn’t help but want to sink his teeth into it. like right now, he wanted nothing as badly as he wanted to sink his teeth into you. and he would. in due time. because if he was going to show you exactly what you were missing out on, he’d better do it right. do it well, and show you everything. all of it. no exceptions. fingers, tongue, teeth. all of it. if he was lucky, and you’d let him, maybe he’d show you even more. but he had to take it slow. one thing at a time. show you properly. entirely.

your fingers were digging into the flesh of toji’s arms and his thumb flicked over your clit, elicited a whine from your throat. he’d never heard that before, and suddenly he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips. that was hot. and it told toji all that he needed to know. because through the door at night, your boyfriend had never made you make such a sound. but he had. toji had made you make that noise. and he really wanted to hear it again. so while two fingers thrust inside you, curling just right, he made sure to roll your clit under the pad of his thumb once more. delicious. the sounds you made. the view he had. truly delicious. he wondered how far he could push it. how far he could go. if he should make you cum on his fingers. if he should leave you panting and desperate for more, just to take you in his mouth. would you let him? he hoped you would, because the sight alone of his own thick fingers disappearing deep in between your folds was nothing short of intoxicating.

the rush of it all. toji felt it deep in the most twisted parts of his being. knowing that what he was doing right now was inherently considered wrong on so many levels, and yet here he was. that was power, really. he’d made you put yourself in his care. and he felt victorious in ways he may or may not have expected when he first made his move on you. because he really had wanted to teach you a thing or two. but maybe the true goal had all along been to claim you. because what if maybe, just maybe, he could leave such an imprint that once wouldn’t be enough for you. that would truly be a victory. to have claimed you so fully, that you would need him again. and again and again. he was going to have to play his cards right for that to happen, he knew. this was one hurdle and as you were moaning beneath him from his fingers only. he knew he wanted to win the entire war. so he stripped the smirk off his face and instead looked at you in something that resembled concern as he pushed you further towards the edge. but not too far. not too far. 

“if he couldn’t even do this right,” toji said, watching as you opened your eyes to look at him, mouth forced shut before another moan made its way into the space between them. “did he ever even go down on you?” your eyes widened at his words and toji could have laughed out loud. could’ve. but he didn’t.

“no,” you confirmed after a moments silence. “no he didn’t.”

toji expected as much, yet hearing you say the words still came as a surprise. well, if your boyfriend wouldn’t, then toji sure as hell would give it to you. he would show you exactly what a man could do and he was gonna make sure that when he was done with you, you’d experience everything that that little boytoy of yours could never give you. everything that you were willing to let him, and maybe even a little more.

“shame,” he said, tsking at the thought of your boyfriend. “let me show you.” he didn’t ask, because he didn’t care for you to say no. maybe you wouldn’t. maybe you would. but he didn’t give you the chance to. he was going to show you, and you were going to let him. it was much easier this way. much easier to just take and give, give and take. that’s what he truly believed, even as he’d been taking it slow, approaching one step at a time. one teeny tiny step. all so you wouldn’t get scared and run off. but this. this was what he was truly like. the way he would prefer to do it. because now that you’d subjected yourself to him, he wasn’t going to let you off easy.

as he positioned himself between your legs, spreading you out on the couch, he wondered how you’d taste. how strong you’d squeeze his tongue when he plunged it inside. he wondered if those big eyes of yours would still look at him like that, as soon as his tongue flicked against your clit for the first time. when saliva mixed with your fluids in a cocktail of desire. he wondered, and then he smiled. all he had to do was lean in and he’d know. and so he did.

amazing. you tasted amazing. fresh and new like the morning dew in spring. of course, toji normally didn’t consider such poetic words. he simply knew that you did indeed taste amazing. that your eyes shut hard and your nose scrunched up a little bit before your face went slack, mouth dropping open. he worked his tongue expertly. toji had had many a lover, and he had quite a lot of experience. he knew what he was doing and judging by the sounds you were already making, it was safe to conclude that he still had it. proud as he was, this was yet another boost to his already bustling confidence. he couldn’t help but hum against you. he truly plucked a flower in full bloom and the pride swelled, making him go harder. just a little bit. enough. a high pitched moan betrayed just how you enjoyed it. good.

your hands found their ways into his hair and toji couldn’t help but flick his tongue a little firmer. a little wetter. suck a little harder on your clit. the way your fingers threaded into the strands of his hair and how they fisted in it. he wondered how much further he could push before you’d crack and crumble at his mercy. a little further, he decided and pushed a finger back into your cunt. your hips bucked, and toji almost laughed. oh this was easy. incredible how little it took, when he’d finally stripped you bare. maybe next time he’d make you sit on his face and ride it on your own. he’d bet that he could make you do it. especially with the way your hips rocked in time with the thrusts of his finger and the rhythmic dance of his tongue. his lips. you were basically already riding him. all he had to do was make you go on top and he’d claim another first for you.

“da–toji–” throb. toji’s cock jumped at the sound of your voice. at the way you almost misspoke. dad. was he really sick and twisted for the way his desire grew at the thought of you calling him dad right now? maybe. he didn’t care. he really didn’t care, because the next moment your face scrunched up, your voice came out in a broken sob as your walls convulsed around his finger as you came. his tongue and finger continued working you through the high. guiding you back down.

“that’s a good girl,” he said. “i– shit–” the unmistakable sound of your mothers car rolled up the driveway. it only took half a minute before you were dressed and darted out the door, down the hall to your room. toji smirked to himself. close call. then he rose and glanced down the hall.

for days to come, neither you nor toji acknowledged that anything had transpired between the two of you. it was only in the few fleeting glances that sometimes followed toji’s hands a moment too long. not a single word ever uttered.

that was. until one night. when your mother was out again. toji was lounging on the couch, and suddenly, there you were, wearing nothing but a bathrobe and looking at him with something that looked a lot like curiosity. interest. want, even. his eyes trailed over you. wringing your hands, you stood there and toji knew what you wanted. it wasn’t hard to guess. he would step up. he give you what you needed. because what kind of father figure would he be if he didn’t help you in your time of need?

*:･ﾟ✧ all interactions are greatly appreciated. thank you for reading ♡

[angelyuji]

stepbro what're you doinggg

sorry im like super behind on a lot of my classes cuz i was super sick the past couple days so i think im losing my mind (fun fact: absolutely bombed an exam i thought i did well on so fuck me ig)

a lot of you are fans of my step/fauxcest peter and caleb stuff so i wanna write more for my silly little freaks (both you guys and them) to add some variety ill be doing some stepdad stuff becuz... i can... so ive written for 4 characters and ill be posting them each day or so after some final touchesss teehee so enjoy this one!!

18+!!!! minors dni!!!!!

"bully" reader x "victim" stepbro!peter parker (all adults in this fic!!)

tw // yandere, stepcest, noncon, peter is a little lying shit, bullying, general yandere/toxic shit!!! (lmk if im missing anything pls)

"how many times have i told you to be nice to him?" may and your father glare at you as peter stands behind them, watching you carefully.

"he started it!" you point at peter with a glare. your dad rolls his eyes and may sighs, disappointed.

"(y/n), even the school told us you've been bullying peter." you stay silent, “getting him shoved into lockers? stealing his things? throwing food at him? anything ringing a bell?” your dad reads off the letter from the school.

you stand, indignant, "he was telling his friends that we're dating! he's spreading rumors, so yeah! maybe i did “bully” him, but he's a lying sack of shit that deserves it." you seethe, practically spitting at peter.

your dad gives you a disapproving stare at your last few words, but may's eyes widen as she turns to peter, "is that true, peter?"

peter stutters, eyes flickering between the three of you, "i didn't- i would never-"

your dad raises a hand, making peter pause, "peter. we need the truth. all may and i want is for the two of you to a family."

peter hesitates before sighing, dejectedly, "i used to have a crush on (y/n). i was just telling a couple of my friends about it. someone must've heard wrong." he trails off, but seeing his aunt's bewildered expression continues, "i don't anymore! just you know... i did."

"no! he's lying!" you try to defend yourself, but may exhales in relief and your father looks at you, disappointed once more.

"(y/n), this could've been solved easily if you had just talked it out with your step-brother." you try to speak, but he talks over you, "go to your room. i'm so disappointed in you." you scoff and stomp off. you hear may lecturing peter about letting rumors spread and you slam the door closed.

night falls and the house was quiet once more. you lay in bed, letting your tears fall freely. your window squeaks and you sit up, startled.

"i told you no one would take your side, (y/n)." he speaks, voice muffled by the mask.

"get out of my room, peter." you spit, teeth clenched. he scoffs. "just cause i said i wouldn't tell them about spider-man, doesn't mean i won't scre-" your words get caught off in shock as webs plaster your mouth shut.

“god, shut the fuck up, (y/n).” peter pulls off his mask, annoyance clear on his face. he steps closer and you scooch back in your bed. your back hits the headboard and you eye the door, seeing if you could make it. before you could react, peter was on top of you, forcing you onto your back. he kisses down your neck and presses his lips to your collarbone. his tongue drags across your skin, forcing a whimper from you. he pulls your waist closer to his, pressing himself against you. peter whispers into the deepening kiss, “don’t bother trying to run, (y/n). you don’t have the power here… i do.”

[kabr0ztrousers]

Fem reader who is attracted to her were-gator step dad. He's got a deep voice and a bulky body that he proudly shows off. She often rifles through his laundry to smell his musk. This time she finds cum stained boxers and brings it to her room and starts smelling and licking it. She touches herself and moans his name. Well the step dad hears this and apologizes to her for not noticing how lonely she's been. He makes it up to her by fucking her stupid.

Kabr0z Writes episode 127: Step-Gator

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CWs: Step-cest; age difference; oral sex; enthusiastic consent;

A/N: This one might be a little rough, it was a heavy night last night and I've been hanging out my arse for most of the day. Have fun 😅

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For the past few months, one man above all others has driven you wild. Tall, barrel-chested, dark grey-green scales, always smelling of cement dust even when he tried to mask it with his deep, sultry cologne. Every time you saw him, you felt a wet patch growing in your pants. You'd had to invest in some reusable liners to stop your wetness bleaching your underwear. He was kind, suave, and knew exactly how to talk to a lady. The sort of perfect man you'd only hear about in cheesy rom-coms. Hell, he even volunteered at a bird sanctuary. There were only really two problems that stopped you asking him out. Firstly, he was more than old enough to be your father. That you could work around, you're sure. The other issue is a little tougher: his wife. More specifically, his wife is your mother.

So you had to take matters into your own hands. You tried redirecting your attentions on boys your age, you even tried to find older unmarried men, but the string of online dates leading to meaningless sex didn't slake your thirst. You'd been through boyfriends almost as quick as you went through socks, nobody able to scratch the itch that's been building in you for so long. There was one trick though. One of the chores you're responsible for is the laundry.

It sounds cliche, to sit on the corner of a running washing machine, holding a used jockstrap to your face, but oh God did it work. You felt like you could get off on his musk alone, the rumbling machine underneath you just an aid to give you an excuse to be in here uninterrupted. The corner shaking against your cunt didn't do any harm either though, and the sound of the drum spinning more than drowned out your moans in an ocean of white noise.

Of course, while the sound of the washing machine meant you couldn't be heard, it meant you couldn't hear anyone else moving around the house. You didn't hear the front door opening as he came home early. You didn't hear him putting away his work clothes, or starting to change into his sports gear. You were much too preoccupied to notice the dusty hi-vis jacket falling down the laundry chute into the basket next to the washing machine. The first you were aware of your not being alone in the house was when the door to the laundry room opened and he saw you. You were halfway through a toe-curling orgasm. One hand pressed his underwear to your face, the other slick with your wetness, three fingers stuffed into you.

He froze, mouth open. You tried to cover yourself, but your knickers hanging off one ankle and the scent of your cunt in the air left nothing to the imagination, not to mention the whines escaping you as the vibrations rolled up your body, lighting your nerves on fire. You stared at each other for a moment, then he stepped forward. His hand slid under your hair, palm flat to your scalp before he closed his fist, gripping a handful of hair from the back of your head and pulling you off the washing machine. If he was trying to discipline you, he was doing a poor job. You felt yourself blush harder, yelping as your knees hit the tiled floor.

He wasn't trying to punish you, or if he was he had an odd way of going about it. Your face was being pressed up against the bulge in his underwear. The smell of warm, fresh sweat and the particular musk from his balls filled your senses. You grabbed his waistband and tugged, pulling off his boxers and getting a faceful of his balls, his cock flopping onto the side of your head. You held them to you, licking and kissing the soft scaled skin of his scrotum, listening to his grunts as he ground your face into him.

"You want some more?" His growl was like nothing you'd heard before. Rumbling, bassy, coloured with barely contained desire. You nodded, still tasting him. You whined as he pulled you away, until he pushed two fingers into your mouth, holding your jaw open as he guided you to his cock. You stuck your tongue out, eager to taste the dripping member in front of you. The musk was even stronger coming from his cock, warm and intoxicating. The tip poised against your mouth, he took his fingers out of your mouth, letting you tongue touch the tip, a drop of precum oozing onto you.

His hand landed on the back of your head before he forced himself into your throat. You felt yourself dripping as he pumped your head over his cock, one of your hands dropping between your legs to service your greedy clit, even as his length made you gag. His hips worked like a piston, driving him in and out even as he pushed you down. Your vision began to grey at the edges. You didn't want to stop, not until-

You came. Your toes clenched as your hand rubbed in circles around your clit. Juices dripped from you as your cunt clenched. You lost your balance, slipping slightly, held up onto his cock by your hair. The flash of pain as your hair tugged sent another wave through you, making you whine around the merciless face-fucking

"Damn, you're a slut aren't you? Should I cum down your throat, or make myself a grandkid?"

You could only gurgle, throat filled with cock. He pulled you off him. You gasped for breath, finally able to breathe properly. He pulled you up to your feet, turning you around to bend over the still-running washing machine. Your tiptoes brushed the tiles. He grabbed your arm and twisted it up behind your back, pinning you to the machine as his tip kissed your entrance. You bit your lip, stifling a groan. Your back arched up to him, taking the tip between your folds. He pulled on your hair, bending you backwards as he buried himself in you. His fanged jaw dipped next to your ear

"You're wetter than your mother" He thrust in hard, making you gasp "tighter too"

You grinned, squeezing him with your pussy "Maybe you're just big"

He chuckled, fucking you harder. Your clit pressed against the rumbling machine. Nectar flowed from your cunt, coating your clit. Every thrust slapped his balls into you even as the machine under you rumbled. Your eyes rolled, knees bending and toes curling as you wailed in release. One hand clutched his in your hair, the other balled into a fist behind your back. You kicked your legs as you saw stars, screaming through clenched teeth. You could feel every bump and ridge on his cock as you clenched around it. He groaned, burying himself in you, moaning your name as you felt him twitch and throb. Hot cum filled you. You tried to wrap your legs around him, but you didn't need to hold on to him. He was buried in you, still trying to thrust deeper as his pendulous balls emptied themselves into you. His cum flooded you as he tugged harder, leaning on your arm as you both settled, twitching and panting, both having fucked each other out.

You sighed as he released you, shaking the stiffness out of your arm. He pulled out, leaving you weak and leaking on top of the appliance.

"I'm going for a shower. When you've cleaned up a little we can go for ice cream, my treat." He stroked your hair and turned for the door "And don't worry, your mom already knows"

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Have a request? A suggestion? Just want to confess a kink? My asks are open!

And for the record, between starting this and finishing it I've eaten and am feeling much better 😁

[redrrem]

Can't stop thinking about Nanami, your mom’s coworker turned husband, and your now (step) dad.

Stepdad Nanami whose eyes were glued to your tight little tank top and those little short shorts with your ass spilling through the hemline, just begging to be bent over the counter and fucked dumb by his older, more experienced cock.

And if you're being a good girl, maybe he will give you a reward.

[devilishpink]

Ahhh thinking about omegaverse stuff...

Mom marrying her new husband.. a big hulking alpha that just so happens to have two sons! Maybe they're also alphas or one is an omega.. like you!

Trying your best to come off as a beta though.. not being comfortable with your true status. Especially with how you can't help but get a little bothered surrounded by your step family's scent all the time, it's embarrassing!

Always covering your own scent up in any way you can.. being on the max dose of heat suppressants possible.. not allowing yourself to indulge in your instincts..

Oldest brother finding out.. shaking your bottle of suppressants with a teasing grin, "Aww my little sibling has been naughty, huh? What's this?" Only laughing as you try to swipe the bottle out of his hand, holding it out of your reach. "Come on, I already know, nothing you can do now~"

Having to have what feels like the most mortifying conversation ever with your stepdad.. him sitting you down and telling you that you aren't allowed to keep up your current behavior, that you're an omega and that's ok.. (acting like he just wants what's best and healthiest for you, but secretly he's drooling over the thought of you in heat??)

Omega brother being absolutely heartbroken you'd hide yourself like that :< being so pushy and praising every instance of you acting like an omega should.. (it feels good he promises.. big bros got you, it's ok.. just give in, sweetheart..)

[cupidsworstcrime]

jealous!johnny x f!reader x pathetic!könig

reader and könig are virgins for 5 whole seconds

[fauxcest / stepcest]

It starts soft. Too soft for what it becomes.

You're in his room again, pretending not to notice how he keeps looking at your thighs when you sit cross-legged on his bed. He's been restless all day—fidgeting, glancing at the door like someone's going to burst in and catch you.

And then, suddenly:

"Can I kiss you?"

You blink.

His voice is hoarse, desperate. His face already flushed, hoodie sleeves pushed up to his elbows like he’s been sweating.

You nod. Just once.

He surges forward like he’s starved, but still—still—he kisses you like you’re holy. Like his lips don’t deserve yours.

His hands shake as they touch your waist. His whole body trembles like he's afraid you'll vanish.

"Have you... ever?" he whispers against your lips.

You shake your head. His breath hitches.

"Me neither," he says, almost ashamed. "But I dream about it. About... you."

You kiss him again before he can spiral—pull his hands beneath your shirt and place them on your ribs so he can feel how fast your heart is pounding.

"You can..." you whisper. "I want it to be you."

You end up beneath him. His hoodie’s gone. He’s all flushed skin and taut muscle and soft sounds that escape his throat whenever you touch his chest, his neck, his thighs.

His cock is huge—you always suspected—but it’s different seeing it now, angry and flushed and dripping. You touch it and he gasps, hips bucking, like he didn’t expect the feeling.

"Are you sure?" he keeps asking, over and over, even as the tip starts to nudge against your entrance.

"You can tell me to stop. I’ll be good. I’ll wait."

But you’re already wet. Already open for him. Already nodding.

"Please, König. I want it. I want you to be my first."

He goes slow. So slow.

You both gasp when he starts to push in.

He’s thick, stretching you inch by inch, face twisted in agony like he’s holding himself back from slamming into you and losing it.

"So warm," he pants, "so tight—ah—fuck—Liebling—I can’t—"

You cry a little when he bottoms out. He freezes, kissing your tears, whispering,

"I’m sorry—I’m sorry—I’ll stop—"

"Don’t," you whimper. "Feels so full—feels so good—just don’t stop—"

He groans, low and deep, thrusts once, twice—slow and trembling—and then stillness, except for the way you both shake.

He buries his face in your neck as he spills inside you, sobbing, whispering your name like it’s a promise:

"Mine. Mine. You’re mine now."

Johnny wasn’t even trying to listen.

Well—he wasn’t not trying.

He just always keeps an ear out for you. For König. That sweet kid's been dancing around you for months. Blushing like a sinner in church every time you call him baby brother. Looking like he’s about to cry whenever Johnny so much as leans against you in the kitchen.

But this?

This is different.

It starts with the creak of König’s bedframe. Soft. Innocent. Johnny’s about to ignore it until he hears the first broken, pleading little moan:

"So warm—fuck—so good, bitte, please—"

He would have been proud his brother was finally getting fucking laid, maybe head stop being fucking pathetic, but—

Then your voice. Whispering:

"Don’t stop—feels so full—"

Johnny sits up in bed. Jaw clenched. Cock already hard.

No. Fuck no. That wasn’t what he thinks it was.

But then König groans—loud, helpless—and gasps:

"You’re mine—mine—"

And Johnny fucking knows.

He fists his sheets. Groans. Palms his cock through his boxers with a snarl.

That fucking lucky little shit—König.

Didn’t even know how to talk to you properly, and now he’s the one who got inside first?

Made you cry with it, probably. Whimpering and wide-eyed and begging to take his cock first?

He grits his teeth.

You let him split you open first? Not your older brother, the one who taught you how to flirt, who was always just a little too close when the others weren’t looking?

He can still hear it through the wall. König whimpering, your voice barely there:

"Feels so good, baby—want you to fill me up—"

And König, wrecked:

"Gott, I love you—I love you—"

Johnny doesn’t even bother hiding it now. Why should he? Its his room.

Lets his jeans fall open, cock flushed and leaking, fist pumping angrily as he listens to you get taken—sweet, shy König’s cock buried to the hilt inside you while he’s left alone in the dark, panting like a fuckin’ dog.

"So that’s how it fuckin’ is, huh?" he growls under his breath. "You let baby brother in first. Gonna fuckin’ remember that."

And oh—he will.

Because next time?

He’s not gonna let you look so innocent when you cry his name instead.

You're glowing.

Sweet little ache between your legs, König's cum still warm inside you, thighs sticky, heart full. You limp back into your room in nothing but a big hoodie—his hoodie—and settle under the covers with a soft sigh, dazed and dreamy.

And then—your door creaks open.

Johnny doesn’t knock. He never does.

But there’s something different in the way he stands in the doorway now—dark eyes locked on you, fists clenched, jaw tight.

"You look real proud of yerself," he mutters.

Your stomach flips.

"Johnny—"

"Don’t play dumb with me, sweetheart. I heard every fuckin’ sound you made."

He’s already closing the distance, heavy boots slow and deliberate.

You try to speak again, but he cuts you off with a look—sharp. Burning.

"So that’s it, then? Gave it to him? Let baby brother have it first? You really couldn’t wait for me?"

Your breath catches. Your thighs press together, and Johnny notices.

"Fuckin’ knew you were a needy little thing," he growls. "Couldn’t even make it one more week without cock, huh? Let him stretch you out while I sat in the next room jerking off to the sounds of your moanin’?"

He’s in front of you now. Looming.

You feel tiny—practically naked under the blanket even though you’re covered.

"Did he even know what he was doing?" he sneers, leaning in. "Did he make you cum, or just cry a little and tell you he loved you?"

You whimper. He smirks.

"Yeah. That’s what I thought."

Then—his hand slides under the blanket.

Calloused fingers between your legs, pressing against your sore, used little hole. You flinch, hips twitching, still oversensitive.

He exhales. Low. Possessive.

"Fuck me—he did cum in you, didn’t he? Look at that—"

Two fingers slide through the mess, cum and slick coating his fingertips.

"You let him breed you, sweetheart?" he snarls. "And didn’t even think to ask your big brother first?"

You try to say his name. Try to explain it wasn’t like that—König was gentle, sweet, you wanted it—

But Johnny presses his fingers deeper and you gasp, thighs spreading without meaning to.

He groans.

"Yeah. That’s what I thought. Still fuckin’ open for me."

Then a whisper, darker:

"I’m not gonna be gentle like he was."

And just like that—you know you’re not getting any rest tonight.

Because Johnny’s not going to stop until he fucks the memory of König out of you.

Until you’re crying his name next.

Sick little grin, palm heavy on your lower back, using that newly stretched pussy like it’s his job to ruin it for everyone else who ever touched it and anyone who ever will—including poor, sweet König.

You're on all fours, face down in the sheets, back arched just how he likes it—

And Johnny? He’s already buried to the hilt, cock thick and hot inside you, both hands gripping your hips like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he doesn’t hold on tight enough.

"Still sloppy from him," he grits out, dragging his cock almost all the way out before slamming back in. "Didn’t even bother to clean up before lettin’ me have a turn, huh? Fuckin’ filthy."

Your moan turns into a sob—but it’s needy, desperate.

He chuckles. Cruel.

"Aw, don’t cry, sweetheart. You wanted this."

A sharp thrust—your hips jolt.

"Wanted big brother to take care of it right. Fuck you proper."

His hand slips between your thighs, fingers finding your clit just to be mean. Circles it rough, like he’s trying to force your body to admit how much it loves this—loves being used.

"You know he didn’t fuck you like this. He couldn’t," he snarls in your ear, bending over you. "Bet he apologized every time you whimpered. Whispered how much he loved you, how pretty you were—"

His teeth graze your shoulder, a sudden bite at the base of your neck. You cry out.

He grins.

"Not me, baby. I'm not gonna coddle you like that. You wanted a real fuck, didn’t you? Wanted big brother to split you open and tell you the truth."

Another brutal thrust, and your voice cracks.

"Truth is—you're perfect like this. Dumb little hole droolin’ all over me, beggin’ for more, fuckin’ made to be ruined."

You try to nod, words failing.

He laughs again, breath hot against your ear.

"Good girl. Knew you had it in you."

He pulls you back onto his cock, filthy squelch echoing with each stroke.

"Can’t believe you let him in first. Gonna have to fuck the memory of that outta you."

And he does.

Again. And again.

Until you can’t think of anything but the sound of his voice, mean and sweet at once, praising you like a fucking curse:

"That’s it, sweetheart. Take it like a good fuckin’ girl. Show me who you really belong to."

Oh you knew something was off the moment Johnny opened the door—

That smug, mean little smile on his lips, that tilt of his head like he’s already planned the next hour down to every whimper you’ll make.

You just didn’t expect to see König on his bed.

König doesn’t even look you in the eye at first.

He’s flushed red to his ears, thighs spread awkwardly where he’s seated on Johnny’s bed—still fully dressed, hands on his lap, trying desperately not to let you see the bulge in his jeans.

(Too late. He’s already leaking through the fabric.)

Johnny steps aside with a flourish.

"C’mon, then, sweetheart. Don’t get shy on us now."

His fingers graze your back, press between your shoulders. "You already let him fuck you once. ‘S only fair I get to watch it this time. Guide him a little."

You swallow thickly—heart pounding.

"Johnny—"

But he just tilts his head. "What? You like it when I talk you through it, don’t you? Like when I tell you how fuckin’ perfect you are—how deep you can take it—how sweet you sound when you cry for it—"

Your knees buckle. König finally looks up.

His eyes are wide, blown with lust and guilt and need. He whispers your name like it’s sacred.

Johnny’s behind you now, hands sliding under your shirt, up your ribs.

"She’s nervous," he tells König, low and mocking-sweet. "You remember how she shakes a little? How she does that needy little whimper when you first push in? Watch for it—there it is."

And he pushes you forward, guiding you to straddle König's lap.

You can feel him trembling under you.

His hands hover, unsure—until Johnny reaches around, grabs König’s wrists, and sets them on your hips.

"Good boy. Go slow—she’s sensitive. Might pretend she doesn’t like it, but you’ll feel the way she grips you."

You gasp as König’s hips twitch upward, cock pressing between your folds—already rock hard, thick, leaking.

"Johnny—"

"That’s it, sweetheart. Take it. Show your big brother how greedy you are for it—even when he makes you share."

He leans close, mouth against your ear. "Don’t worry. You’re gonna come on his cock this time, but I’ll still be the one to make you scream."

You’re gasping now—full, stretched, stuffed on König’s cock while Johnny kneels behind you, voice low and wicked in your ear like the devil on your shoulder.

"Go on then, move those hips. She can take it. Can’t you, baby?"

You try to answer but all that comes out is a desperate moan. König lets out this helpless little “Scheiße—” under his breath, hands trembling on your waist as you grind down on him. His cock hits deep, thick and flushed so hot it aches, and he looks like he’s about to die from the way your cunt squeezes around him.

Johnny laughs.

"You’re lucky I’m lettin’ you go first, mate. She’s tighter’n a fuckin’ fist, ain’t she?"

König nods wildly, mouth falling open.

"S-so warm—"

You cry out as he jerks his hips, sloppy and too eager, chasing more friction.

Johnny tuts. "Ah ah, slow down. She’s not a toy—"

He presses a hand to the small of your back, steadying your rhythm.

"You fuck her right, or you don’t fuck her at all. Understand?"

König whimpers, nodding again like he’s grateful for the rules.

Johnny’s hand slips lower—between your thighs—thumb finding your clit with practiced ease. You twitch, hips jerking, and König nearly loses it.

"She likes that," Johnny murmurs, lips brushing your cheek. "You feel her pulse around you? She's close already. My good girl’s always desperate for it."

You're whimpering now, straddling the edge of release.

And König—sweet, blushing, filthy-mouthed König—can’t stop himself.

"Bitte, please—can I—can I cum inside?"

You choke on a moan.

Johnny grins like the devil himself.

"Course you can, brother. Fill her up good. She needs it—doesn’t she, baby?"

He pinches your clit. You scream.

And König snaps.

Buries himself deep with a strangled moan and floods you with it—hot thick, helplessly twitching inside you while you clamp down and follow him over the edge.

But Johnny’s not done.

He waits until you slump back against him, dazed and wrecked and dripping.

Then he grabs you by the chin, tilts your head to face him.

"Now say thank you."

You blink at him, lips parted, still panting.

"Say thank you to your little brother for filling you up so nice."

And when you do—still trembling, cunt squelching around König’s softening cock—

Johnny groans like he’s starving, unzips himself, and mutters:

"My fuckin’ turn."

König’s still inside you, cock twitching, his chest heaving beneath you—

his eyes glassy, sweat dampening his fringe where it sticks to his forehead.

“So good,” he murmurs, barely audible, still holding your hips like you might float away if he lets go.

But Johnny doesn’t give you a moment.

You feel the blunt pressure of his cock behind you before you even realize he’s stripped down.

"Gotta say—" he mutters, one hand gripping your throat, the other guiding his tip to your overused, cum-filled entrance, "—watchin’ your cunt swallow your little brother was the hottest fuckin’ thing I’ve seen in my life."

You squirm—but your body’s still shaking, wrecked, unable to fight it.

You’re soaked. Messy. Open.

And Johnny doesn’t ease in.

He pushes, slow but insistent—cock head catching against König’s still-thick length inside you.

You scream.

"God, listen to her," Johnny groans, nails biting your hip as he presses deeper, stuffing you to the brim.

König moans softly—his cock twitches again, still buried in your heat as Johnny starts to bully his in beside it.

"That’s it, baby. Stretching so fuckin’ wide for us. Think you were made for this—"

He grabs a handful of your hair, yanking your head back so he can kiss your neck, teeth grazing your pulse.

"—made to take both your brothers like a good little thing."

You're crying now—from pleasure, from the stretch, from the feel of being so full you could break.

And König?

He's watching the bulge in your belly move every time Johnny thrusts, eyes wide with awe.

He feels it too—feels Johnny’s cock dragging against his inside you, every stroke setting off sparks in his brain.

"S-scheiße—" he moans. "She’s—so tight—I can feel—"

Johnny laughs, filthy and mean.

"Yeah? She’s squeezin’ both of us, love. Can’t get enough of her brothers, can she?"

And then it starts.

Johnny fucks you, hard and slow—grinding König’s cock against your walls with each thrust.

He’s panting, growling in your ear, talking you through it the whole time.

"There you go—let me stretch you open proper. Don’t hold back, sweetheart. Let him feel how good I make you cum."

You're already shaking again, sobbing his name, hips trying to rock back into him as König groans helplessly beneath you.

And when you do cum, it’s blinding—

White-hot, raw, body convulsing between them as Johnny bites your shoulder and König gasps your name like a prayer.

Johnny doesn’t last long after that.

"Gonna fill you up again—stuff you so full you’ll drip down your thighs for hours—gonna make sure everyone knows you’re ours—"

And then he’s spilling into you, pressed flush, cock pulsing beside König’s inside your ruined cunt.

They stay there, both buried to the hilt.

And you?

You just whimper, head lolling back, thighs twitching, lips parted in a blissed-out, broken smile.

Because you’ve never been more full, more filthy—

or more loved.

[bunicate]

Hiiiii mimi do you know other blogs that also write inc3st content? The tags are unsearchable now 😭 (i also really loved that uncle pantalone fic)

hullo hullo . the ones I can think of from the top of my head is @/chiwhorei and @/iwassfairy . the tags rlly are difficult to search but I would suggest using tw.incest or tw:incest and play around with those variations. u can also try the stepcest tag or using tw. daddy kink or tw: daddy kink to see wht u can find . some of the best stuff I found was untagged unfortch >_< it rlly just happens by chance for me.

[merakiui]

I love your Octavinelle fics so much 🥹 I didn't think it was possible to love Jade and Floyd more, but the way you write them is so charming!! I really love how you take your time building up to smut, so the payoff hits much harder!! I freaking love Ebb & Flow, the brothers are so sleazy and Floyd in particular so shameless. Are you planning on more fics featuring the reader as a sibling or ones where Jade & Floyd both want the reader?

Looking forward to anything you write though honestly

( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩) thank you, thank youuuu!!!! Maybe it's purely self-indulgent, but I love a story that has a build-up to smut. orz it makes the energy and the tension and every other emotion even more delicious! Of course I'm also not immune to getting into the smut right from the start. >:D loving both so that I can have the best of two worlds~

I reread Ebb & Flow because I forgot all about that story and your ask reminded me of it. ^^;;; omg I forgot how much I loved those versions of Octavinelle!!! Rebellious Jade transitioning into his punk phase, sleazy Floyd who is so in love with his stepsister, and awkward childhood friend Azul...... aaaa they are so beloved!!! I listened to a lot of bossa nova while writing that fic, so maybe it's just me but I love how smoothly it reads!!!

I definitely want to write more stepcest fics like that one! I have one planned that's more of a pseudo-incest, in which a bunny!reader adopts two orphaned puppies (Jade and Floyd) and raises them as her own. But it turns out they were wolves all along and they grow up to be much bigger and stronger than bunny mama was expecting. In short, it's a story where Jade and Floyd are hopelessly obsessed with their mama. :D just two good bois who often fight for your attention and affection... so spoiled, those two........ >_< there was also another fic where Azul is crushing on you, but your mean stepbrothers get to you before he can... ntr situation for poor tako. </3 I think that was the basic plot inspiration for Ebb & Flow.

I'm happy you're looking forward to my writings!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[sexxyasia]

right there [!stepbro! luke castenllan x !fem! reader]

SUMMARY: luke's rather eager to lose his v-card, but he doesn't know who to give it to yet. until he finds out his step sister is more than willing to help him out, and even teaches him some tricks.

WARNINGS: stepcest, unprotected sex (so sad) dom reader, kinda porn w no plot, i mean there's SOME plot, fingering, uses of y/n, dick sucking, luke losing his virginity, vanilla sex, luke is a loser 🥱, mentions of luke watching porn bc why not, big dick nerd type thing, and experienced reader x virgin luke.

TYSM TO ANON FOR THIS REQUEST, I LITERALLY COULDN'T WAIT TO WRITE IT!!!

!MDNI!

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your parents weren't home, and the furnace broke mid-winter.

"here's another blanket." luke says throwing a light blue knit blanket on top of you.

"what, you're not cold?" you ask him "no, i'm freezing, i just keep moving. i guess it works when you're moving a lot and like really fast..." he replied

after thinking about it for a second you stupidly blurted out "so like sex would keep you warm?"

luke swallowed hard and giggled, "yeah, i guess. if you do it like that."

a loud silence filled the room.

"would cuddling also make you warm?" you replied trying to clear the awkwardness

"yeah, it would. any heat would probably make you less cold i guess." he said.

"then we should maybe turn on a movie and do that..." you cockily said. "okay." he replied rather quick.

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the two of you turned rubbed closer and closer warming up under a big white blanket.

your eyes got heavy at the movie luke picked; die hard. this was his all time favorite movie but you couldn't stand it.

"what, you don't like this?" luke giggled.

"no, i hate this. you're such a weirdo for picking this weird ass movie. and it kinda reminds me of you..." you replied in an annoyed sigh.

"how!" luke said in an offended tone.

"this movie is just one big virgin fest, like you and your friends." you laughed, obviously not being genuine.

but of course luke didn't catch onto your sarcasm. "how'd you know." he seriously answered.

you're still thinking the two of you were just having a flirty banter you added on. "just look at you, i mean it's so clear that you haven't been in pussy since the day you came out one!" you quoted.

luke pushed off of you and sank into the couch. "i'm the only virgin in my friend group, and i'm the only virgin on the soccer team...i guess i'm ready. i just haven't met anyone yet."

you finally caught on after he said that. "oh, there's nothing wrong with that. i was just joking." you frantically added.

"no it's okay. I shouldn've taken it that seriously anyways." he awkwardly said.

again, without thinking you blurted out. "i could be the right person, if you're okay with that."

lukes face lit up before he replied. "sure."

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kissing and grinding you played with lukes brown curls and rubbed along his neck, he lightly whimpered against your lips and you grinded on him faster.

"what's the matter luke." you asked after breaking the kiss, lips still inches away. "are you gonna tell anyone...?" he asks with his brown eyes looking directly into yours.

"not unless you ask me to." you reply, he shakes his head in a certain answer. "but what's the point of losing it if you're not gonna tell anyone?" you ask "to just... feel... different i guess." he delicately said.

"could we start now?" he asks without looking into your eyes like usual. you lightly giggle, "luke, do you know anything about women? i mean i'm wet but not enough to put it in yet." you say.

"then what should i do to make you more... y'know." he sincerley asked.

you rolled over on the couch so that your legs were spread you gestured him over to you.

he scooted over towards you and gulped. "you can finger me if you wanna make me wetter..."

he nodded and hovered over you, his hand ripped off your pajama pants and panties, swiftly. his index finger slowly trailed from your stomach to your clit.

"now what?" he whispered. "just keep rubbing 'til i say stop... okay?"

he shook his head 'yes' and rubbed your clit with just enough pressure and speed. when luke watched porn, he didn't just watch it, he analyzed it. so he kinda knew what he was doing already.

he looked you directly in your eyes as he rubbed faster and faster.

"okay.. okay stop!" you yelled out as he inched you closer and closer to your orgasm.

he moved so you could get up and you stripped off your shirt and bra.

"your turn." you said.

you dropped onto your knees infront of luke and gulped. "what're you gonna do?" luke swallowed. "you'll see." you replied.

"take off your shirt" you demanded. he obeyed and quickly stripped out of it.

your hands fumbled with his pant waistband. before getting them around his ankles.

he was left in nothing but his calvin klein boxers, his hard cock pulsed in his underwear before you pulled it down.

woah

you'd expect luke to be pretty average, like around 4.5-5. you hadn't expected luke to be this big. he was probably around 7-8...

you slowly licked his tip and watched as his eyes fluttered shut and his mouth slowly fell open.

your touch wondered all over his veiny cock as he tried to hold in his moans.

stroking slowly you wrapped your mouth all the way around his cock, meeting your hand with your lips.

slightly gagging you took as much as you could. occasionally looking up at luke and seeing him try his best to hold in his moans

his big calloused hands wandered to the back of your head and he lightly massaged the back of your head.

as luke got more into it you pulled of and sat on the couch.

"c'mere luke." he gulped and walked over, he awkwardly sat next to you.

in a swift move you rolled over and straddled his lap.

"i'm gonna ride you ok?" he shook his head in agreement as you dropped down on his cock, letting your wet cunt adapt to his big shape.

he groaned at the velvety wetness of your pussy. his hands gripped the couch cushion as you rode him at a medium pace.

"you like that." his eyes were closed tightly as your cunt fluttered around him.

he nodded and grinded into you while you rode him. in amazement your head fell back and your eyes shut.

you could feel luke throbbing inside of you while you moved, causing you to be filled with ecstasy.

the both of you moved quicker and quicker until a loud moan left lukes mouth.

"sorry" he whispered. his hot seed filled you up and dripped all over his cock and inside your cunt.

"it's not that serious" you breathily whispered to him.

his head fell back and he caught his breath. "so how do you feel now?" you asked.

"i dunno, different... kinda like i hoped." you smiled to him and rested your head on his shoulder.

"we should probably get dressed before our parents get home." you added

comment to be added to my luke taglist

@jade-is-jaded

(yes, i did quote jcole's wet dreamz bc why not)

[darkfalcone]

https://www.tumblr.com/darkfalcone/787580843618123776/ive-been-thinking-about-stepsister-shauna-lately?source=share

literallly… I need her to like lovingly fuck me but also degrade me at the same time if that makes any sense. Like soft noncon??? Idfk. I feel like she’s a soft noncon girly…

Like she won’t listen when you tell her to stop, but she’ll be so sweet as she’s doing it and like highkey manipulative, especially after the pseudo-Stockholm Syndrome kicks in.

“thank you baby, oh you’re so good.” She literally just shoved it in with no warning or lube.

-🫡

GOD YEAH. Her telling you that you feel so good. That she can’t help herself, and when she’s done, she kisses your forehead and tells you that you’re a good girl/boy <33

[quarterlifekitty]

Hey stepdad Nik gal here again, so my idea might be a little half baked but imagine if Nik decides it's finally time to settle down and meets a woman a little younger than him but not by a lot maybe max 4 years. He's mentioned having kids or adopting and she seemed on board with it if a bit disinterested but it's when they get married it goes downhill. He finds she was just really good at playing into what he wanted and changes a lot but not enough to leave her because well it's someone to keep the house and she's not terrible just not exactly what he thought she was. Until her daughter shows up. Her adult daughter in her last few years of college who's extremely surprised to find out she has a stepdad considering she was never even invited to the wedding, her mother's excuse? "Well you're just so busy!" And Nik expects at least a little bit of anger but his apparent stepdaughter just deflates a bit, nodding before turning to him with a sweet smile and introducing herself. He had no idea this girl existed, there's no photos of her in the house, no keepsakes, he honestly believed his wife had no children by her behavior. And he quickly sees why, his wife is fine on her own but seems to have a personal issue with her own daughter. Passive aggressive comments, piling chores on her, even restricting where she can go, in general treating her poorly. Meanwhile she's the sweetest thing he's ever met. Checks every single box of his, and she's so sweet when he does things for her like she cant fathom someone wanting to care for her or help her. He gathers from his sweet stepdaughter that she was an oops baby and that her mother never let her forget it either and had been like this her whole life and had kicked her out the night before her 18th birthday and only really demanded her home on holidays(for appearances) or when she needed money. Everything he learns makes him wish he'd rethought marrying this woman, but oh well, at least it led him to the sweetest thing he's ever met. Now he just has to go about winning her over while secretly getting things ready to divorce the mom. Stepdaughter for sure has a huge crush but doesn't wanna mess things up and that goes well until her and Nik are alone one day and somehow baking him something turns into him pressing her into the couch and fucking her stupid. I dont really know how he'd go about it or anything but my brain wouldn't let this leave. Sorry it's so long and probably not coherent but take this and do what you want with it lol <3 Love your writing, it's delicious thank you for feeding me <3 <3

I’ve been sitting on this one for a bit bc it’s SO GOOD and I wanted to come up with a halfway intelligent response

I think he’d play into your crush and just set up all of these tiny boundaries that you’ll beg him to cross. Like— we can cuddle, malýshka, but no kissing. Which moves to we can kiss, just not on the lips. We can touch— just keep it over the clothing.

Until eventually his cock is sliding against your slicked up panties, teasing your folds through the fabric until they’re soaked and sticky with a mix of your cum and his, his tongue in your mouth the whole time. And then you’re rutting against him bare— well… maybe just the tip? That would be okay, wouldn’t it? And of course you ask so sweetly— you’re never anything less than the sweetest thing to him— how can he say no?

[moyazaika]

hi, know you're on hiatus but since you'e doing commissions, do you do taboo topics like stepcest? or is that sort of like a line you won't cross? thank u sm and feel free to ignore if uncomfortable darling

hiya nonnie my love <3 thanks for asking; taboo topics are totally okay, and that does include stepcest.

topics i will never entertain can be found on my comms post but are more so focused around how i will not write anything that sexualises minors or trivialises/fetishises minority groups and their experiences.