#stepdad!harry smut

[whitemancumslut]

the thought of stepdad!harry taking you on every surface in the house when your mom is away on a business/girls trip makes me 🫠🫠

JUST STRAIGHT FILTHY (18+)

SUMMARY: In which, (Y/n)‘s mother is off on a work trip for the weekend. Harry and Y/n take advantage on this time alone.

CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+, MINORS DNI, stepcest, unprotected sex, low-key filthy, shower sex, kitchen sex, bathroom sex, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink

“Argh, fuck. Don’t stop, Daddy. Don’t stop, mmhnnnn,” Her moans were straight pornographic. Her bare tits are pressed to the marble counter as her step dad pounded into her cunt repeatedly. Her arousal coated his prick that slid in and out of her, swiftly. His hands strong on her hips as he thrusted in and out of her. Harry’s large cock fills her vagina, spreading her open.

It’s been a bit over a week since Harry’s been buried in his girl’s cunt making the stretch seem so unfamiliar for her. Harry missed her bad. He missed having her wrapped around him. Whether it being her lips, the walls over her cunt coating his prick or her hand, he missed her. Her mother was home more often this week alone. It sucked for them both because those sexual pleasure they can receive from one another is a blow or hand job. It wasn’t all bad, but they needed to feel it again.

When her mother revealed she was going to have to fly across the country for work, both tend to hide their excitement. Giving her looks of distress as she walked out the door and into the awaiting Uber to take her to the airport, before clothes were thrown and they had each other again.

Harry grunted as she clenched around him, his eyes rolling back a tad before they landed on the way her ass cheeks recoiled with his rhythm. Harrys view was obscene. The way her back flexed as she arched and pressed her face to the counter every now and then. The way she would claw at the table, digging her fingernails into her skin whenever he’d hit that spot that caused her to screamed and let out an insane mewl that could only be caused by Harry himself. “Being such a good kitten. Letting Daddy fuck your hole. Always so good f’me. Always such a good toy.” His tense thighs met hers, their skin slapped and the sound echoed through the walls. His right hand that laid on her hips found a new home in her hair that was flowing crazily on her back. He gripped her hair, she moaned as the strands were tugged, her hands once again, clawing at the counter.

“Ohhhh, yesyesyes! Fuck, Daddy… Always so good for you,” The moans of pleasured continued. “Your toy,” She told him as she gasped like she needed air. Because of Harry’s tight grip on her hair, her head stayed tilted up to the ceiling. At this point, her eyes were glossy and her mouth was slowly spilling salvia due to it being open for a spacious amounts of time.

Swatting her right ass cheek making her jut forward, the pain immediately turns to pleasure. Her body moves with his. She rocks back and forth as they are in a precise rhythm but Harry continues to test the waters and fucks her faster and faster. Fucking her directly in that g spot, she cries out the words, right there, right there.

Right now, Y/n couldn’t keep up with the man. He had let go of her hair, his hands going back to her hips as he thrusted into her, the bottom counters being banged by his knee.

The familiar burning coil she missed so badly soon returns. “G-gonna cum Daddy! I’m going to cum,” She warns her stepdad, making him speed up his thrust.

It wasn’t long until her orgasm slowed down over Harry’s prick, and they’re both groaning. Profanities are chanted like prayers as he slowly rolled his hips as she came.

Just as she came down, Harry turned her around, keeping her steady as he wobbly legs almost failed her. His lips met hers in a sloppy, hot kiss. Kissing her softly, his tongue found hers like his cock found her clit. She gasped to the sudden touch, her cunt throbbing and trembling at the pressure of Harry’s red mushroom tip gave her.

She pulled away from the sticky kiss, looking down at Harry rubbing his cock through her folds. Without a warning, Harry hiked her leg up by his waist and lined his dick with her entrance. Harry slides in swiftly.

A moan ripped from Y/n’s throat when she feels her cunt spread once again. “Oh Daddy,” She whined, gripping the edge of the counter. as she slaps his duck on her wet cunt

“Can’t get enough of your cunt, you know right? I love your pussy so much darling.” Harry’s lips wrapped around her pebbled nipples.

“I know you want to cum again, baby. Is that right? I can feel you clenching. Ye’ want to cum around Daddy’s cock again, hmm?”

She answered apace, “Y-yes, sir. I need it again, mhm.”

a/n: IM BACKK!! this took disgustingly long to get back sorry x

[gurugirl]

Birthday Girl

Happy birthday, anon!! 🎈

stepdad!harry x reader

Summary: It's your birthday and you need a little something that only Harry can give you before all the festivities begin.

Word Count: 1,357

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, cheating, lying, inappropriate relationship, daddy kink

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Waking up the morning of your birthday felt like any other day. You were at home for the weekend with your mom and Harry. They were planning on throwing you a small party on Saturday night and it sounded perfect. Exactly what you wanted to celebrate being a year older.

By the time you finally peeled your eyes open you could smell something cooking. Pancakes maybe? Pulling yourself out of your cozy bed and putting your slippers on you made your way downstairs and could smell there was indeed something cooking.

Harry had his back turned as he was pouring batter into the skillet and adding butter. You snuck up behind him and peeked around his frame. Pancakes.

Without even looking at you he began to smile when he noticed your presence, “Morning, birthday girl. Thought I’d make up some pancakes for you. Your mom left to go to the store to pick up a few things we need for the party.”

You smoothed your hands up his back over his t-shirt and leaned your cheek against his shoulder blade, “Looks so yummy,” you smiled and felt Harry reach behind himself to put his arm around your middle and bring you into his chest for a hug.

You’d arrived late the night before and Harry had been out practicing with his bandmates so you didn’t get a chance to spend time with him.

But of course, now that your mom was out… you had a better idea than pancakes. You reached for the stove and turned off the burner before looking up at Harry who was looking down at you with an exaggerated look of shock.

“But you look even more yummy right now, Daddy.”

Harry cocked his head and tried to hide the cheeky smile on his face, “I should finish making these first, Y/n.”

You shook your head and pressed your lips onto his neck, “Before she comes back. Please.”

Harry groaned and placed the spatula down before putting his hands on your hips, “She’s gonna be back very soon. We can’t–“

“It’s my birthday. Please. I need you bad.”

Harry sighed and shook his head as he licked his lips and walked you toward the kitchen table and spun you around. You planted your palms onto the wood and turned to look at him over your shoulder before he pulled your shorts down to your thighs and swatted your bottom four times, two spanks per side, then groping your flesh and licking up through your folds to your ass.

He placed one palm on the small of your back and pushed you down further into the table and wasted no time in getting you slick and on edge. He knew your body like the back of his hand at that point so getting you drippy and open for him in record time was no problem.

But the truth was that Harry was hoping for this exact thing. He wanted you to wake up and beg him for something before your mom got home. Though, you woke up a bit later than he hoped so he knew time was of the essence.

“Dirty birthday girl thinks she needs cock first thing. Hmm? S’that what you want? Would rather have cock than pancakes?” He teased when you felt his hard prick suddenly slipping up and down your labia.

You braced for him to slam into you, “Yes, Daddy. Need your cock more than I need food. I need you.”

Harry grinned as he kissed the back of your neck, leaning over your body as he held his cock at your entrance, “Good. I needed you too, baby. And since it’s your birthday…” He spoke lowly as he pressed himself past your sodden entrance with a groan.

A few thrusts in and out, slowly, deeper on each plunge were all it took for him to bottom out. You took him so well. He kept kissing the back of your neck and your shoulder until he’d coated himself in you and the sound in the kitchen of your pussy being fucked into was dirty.

When he stood up and grasped your hips tight you heard him whimper. The view of what he was doing to your pussy, the way he stretched you, and how your lips gripped him every time he drew himself out to the tip was his favorite, “Fucking so pretty and perfect for me. Hold on. Gotta make this fast.”

When he said hold on you gripped the edge of the table and squeezed your eyes closed. Harry released one of your hips and wound your hair into his grip before he began hammering into you so fast and deep you yelped on each thrust, each punch of his tip into your guts. It hurt to be smushed into the table and fucked so deep, but there was one thing that you’d learned to deal with during your affair with Harry, and that was to expect it to be hard and deliciously painful.

The table was banging about and rattling, and the plate and fork next to your head were clanking against the wood as Harry rocked his hips into yours. Harry’s favorite sound was how wet you were for him and the way your pussy’s cream sounded getting fucked but he could barely hear it over your pathetic yelps and mewls and the sound of the table clattering from the force of his plunges.

Harry gasped when he felt his balls tighten against his body, in preparation for his orgasm. Your cunt felt too good. So warm and sweet around his thick cock. He slowed down slightly and bent to remove his hand from your hip, still holding your hair in his grip, and placed his free hand around your body to rub your clit. He was way too close to coming, but that wasn’t a surprise since he’d been without you for a couple of weeks. He was always like this when he was deprived of you for longer than a few days.

“Need you to come before I lose it, baby. Feel so fucking good…” he moaned and dipped into your cunt deep. With his slower pace, you both could hear that decadent wet sloppiness coming from your bodies.

“Gonna come for you, Daddy… Oh my god…” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt his fingers punishing your clit with heavy friction just like you liked.

The moment Harry felt your cunt squeeze and your thighs shake he immediately pushed himself balls deep and pumped into you, letting your pussy spasm and clench around him, milking him perfectly.

You both moaned as you made a mess between your bodies and the fork fell onto the floor just to emphasize the moment.

When you heard a car door close Harry let go of your hair and turned your face to kiss you quickly before he pulled out and slid your shorts back up your thighs and then tucked himself back into his pants.

Your mom stepped into the kitchen just as you were bending down to pick up the fork as you clenched to hold in all the come Harry had filled you with.

“Happy birthday, my dear!” Your mom sang out as she put the bag on the table in the very spot Harry had just fucked you.

She drew you in for a hug as Harry got back to finishing the pancakes, his chest still rising and falling heavily but with his back turned he hoped your mom wouldn't notice.

Holding you out in her arms your mom looked at you in confusion, “Are you okay? You’re all flushed and sweaty.”

You laughed and nodded, “Oh, I’m fine. Yeah, I was feeling warm. Just gonna jump in the shower real quick before birthday pancakes!” You grinned and tried to brush off the state you were in.

Your mom smiled and turned to pick up the bag, “I’ll be right back. I’ve got something in here I don’t want you to see until everyone arrives later.” She left you and Harry in the kitchen as she headed down into the basement.

Before you could even get to the stairs Harry was pulling you back into his arms with a big grin, “Happy birthday, sweet girl. It’s gonna be a really good day.”

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[siriussslut]

stepdad!sirius fucks you in the dressing room

warnings: stepcest, daddy kink, size kink, penetration, stomach bulge, mirror sex, semi-public sex, use of “slut”, “whore”, and “good girl”

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you rearrange your outfit one last time before poking your head out from behind the dressing room curtain. your mom is trying to tame your little brother who is racing around the shop, while sirius, your step-dad, types furiously at his phone, probably a work email.

“daddy? can you help me zip my dress?”

he looks up distractedly. “uh, yeah, one sec.”

you step back towards the mirror and grin excitedly.

after what feels like forever, but in reality is nothing more than a minute, you hear his footsteps approach the dressing room, and the curtain slides open. his eyes widen at the sight of you and he swiftly shuts the curtain behind him, stepping into the small space with you.

“what are you wearing?” he hisses.

you step closer, pressing your chest against his abdomen. you’re almost completely exposed, a small, lacy, red bodice the only thing covering your skin. the smell of his cologne fills your nose, and you feel the cloth slightly dampen towards the bottom. you jut your lower lip out in a pout, looking up at him through your lashes. “thought you’d like it?”

“oh, believe me, i do, but- your mother’s right outside.” you do believe him, the boner up against your belly makes it hard not to.

you grin. “we’ll be quiet then.”

you can sense his resistance, so you press your palm against his tent, and you feel him crumble beneath you.

“fine. but you better be quiet,” he says, voice gruff, immediately switching to a harsher headspace.

you smile and bite your lip, nodding happily. you continue to palm him through his pants, but he slaps your hand away.

“i didn’t give you permission to touch, slut.”

you pull your hand away with a whimper.

“turn around,” he orders.

you do as he says, turning to face yourself in the mirror. you notice your nipples poking through the thin cloth of the lingerie.

you watch his reflection as he undoes his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. he slips out of his briefs, and his cock springs free. you almost whimper at the familiar sight of it. it’s big and pale, the tip a bright red.

he reaches over and grabs one of your breasts, tipping you forward slightly so that you have to rest your hand on the mirror’s surface to stay upright, leaving a sweaty handprint.

he shoves the cloth covering your pussy aside, and you watch him push his dick inside. you suppress a moan at the feeling of him entering, and he slides in all the way until you can feel him in your stomach. a small whimper escapes your lips as he plays with your breast, and he slaps your ass with his free hand.

“quiet, whore. good girls don’t make noise.”

“s-sorry, daddy.”

he fucks you at a ruthless pace, forcing tears into your eyes. you try to blink them away, only for him to slap you again. “don’t close them. i want you to watch.” he gestures at the mirror. “watch as i destroy your little pussy.”

you comply despite the difficulty, refusing to let daddy down.

every time he thrusts, you can see his dick make a bulge in your stomach. he pinches your nipple before trailing his hand down to play with your clit, your cunt dripping all over his hand and onto the floor.

“y/n?” your mother calls from outside. this seems to turn sirius on further, if his cock twitching inside of you is anything to go by.

you blink, trying to sort through the blissful haze that is your brain. “y-yes, mom?”

“everything alright?”

“yeah. z-zipper’s stuck.”

“do you need my help?” a footstep, almost right outside the dressing room. the thought of getting caught seems to throw sirius over the edge, despite his earlier protests, and you feel him twitch one more time before losing control, filling your insides with his cum.

you suppress a moan. “n-no! dad’s helping me.”

“alright. hurry up.”

sirius stills inside of you, breathing heavily against your back. you clench around him, and he slips his dick out. you step away from the now fogged-up mirror as he zips up his pants.

“d-daddy, i didn’t come yet!” you reach to grab his sleeve as he leaves, mascara-filled tears trailing down your face.

“be a good girl and keep my cum safe inside of you until we get home, and maybe then i’ll consider it.” and with that he goes, leaving you dripping and aching.

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

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pairing: stepdad harry x reader

summary: in which yn is bent over doing yoga and harry wants her to stay just like that

warning: smut, cheating, age gap, oral, unprotected sex, squirting

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placing his car keys on the hook near the front door of the house, harry hurriedly slips his shoes off to search for yn, knowing that they only have about an hour or so to themselves while her mother is shopping with her friends.

the first place he checks is the kitchen, and when he doesn’t find her there, he hurries up to her room. he finds her bed empty and made, and her ensuite light is off so he knows she’s not in there. he frowns and takes in the look of the room because he knows her car is in the garage, and that’s when he notices that her yoga mat is gone from the corner next to her dresser and the jewelry she wears everyday is still there.

turning on his heel, he hurries down the steps into the basement where their home gym is, stopping in the doorway with a small smile as he sees yn there with her headphones on and looking at a video on her laptop, stretching.

he’s glad he caught her before she got all the way into the workout because he knows she’d be pissed if he interrupted. he watches her as she takes a sip of her water before standing up to stretch, ultimately ending up in a downward dog position. he can’t help but look at the way her thighs cause the tiny shorts she’s wearing to roll up just a bit, going higher and higher until he can see the underside of her ass.

that’s when he steps into action, taking long strides over to her and pressing his erection into her ass. she gasps in shock and nearly tumbles forward but he catches her, his hands gripping her hips to keep her pressed to him. she knows it’s him by the feeling of his rings on her skin, and she reaches forward to pause her video before taking her headphones off.

“you’re always so horny,” she grumbles halfheartedly, and he knows it has no real weight as she pushes her hips back to meet his touch, spreading her legs to aid him in sliding the shorts down her legs.

she hears him click his tongue from behind her as she steps out of them, rubbing his hands over the swell of her ass for a moment. “no, ‘m not. you should be thanking me, really,” he responds.

“and why is that?” she asks, taking note of the fact that he’s now kneeling behind her. he spreads her open with his fingers and groans as his mouth practically waters before he answers.

“because i’m here t’help you align your chakras and whatnot,” he explains, causing her to bark out a laugh at his dumb joke. “‘m just gonna start with this one,” he finishes before he’s leaning forward and sliding his tongue through her folds. she gasps in shock and adjusts her upper body so that she doesn’t fall over, making sure she’s stable.

she barely even gets it together before he’s doing it again, groaning into her as he laps at the arousal that’s started to form there. he buries his face even deeper and pulls her closer, exploring every inch of her with his tongue. he feels her legs start to shake from the strain of the angle, so he helps her down onto her knees, lowering himself behind her and pushing her upper back down before going back in.

he buries his face into her once more and alternates between licking at her and sucking on her swollen clit, and yn begins to push back toward his face as his actions quickly work her up to an orgasm. she cums with a shout and a cry of his name, and he doesn’t let up with his tongue, working her through the whole thing as he groans against her.

when she comes down from the intense waves, she thinks he’s finally going to put his cock in her but he immediately proves her wrong. he helps her lie flat on her stomach and spreads her legs once more before going in with his mouth again, attacking her sensitive flesh. her nails are scratching up the yoga mat as she cries out in both overstimulation and pleasure, moving away from him just a bit when he begins to suck on her clit.

he’s not having that, though, moving his hands to her hips to keep her close as he renders her speechless, only wordless babbles leaving her lips and tears of pleasure leave her eyes. the grip he has on her forces an arch in her back, essentially giving him even better access to her, and harry manages to pull two more orgasms from her before she’s shaking and squirming from the overstimulation, and even then he pushes a bit further since he knows how much she can take.

with one last swipe of his tongue he lets her fall flat onto her stomach again pulling his shorts down to his thighs as he frees himself. he’s hard as a rock and leaking as he runs his thumb over the sensitive tip before giving himself a few strokes. he’s definitely desperate at this point, and he helps yn flip over onto her back so that he can see her as he finally buries himself in her.

he’s already on the verge of cumming as he watches her face change from a look of relaxed bliss to one of unmistakable pleasure. he has to close his eyes for a moment to keep his orgasm at bay, and the second he feels like he can move, he does. immediately, he sets a quick pace, grabbing one of her legs to hook over the crook of his arm, giving him an angle he knows will get her there quick.

her nails are digging into his shoulders but he couldn’t care less, her moans spurring him on as he brings her closer and closer. he’s inside of her for less than 10 minutes, keeping the angle and pace consistent, but what sends her flying over the edge with no warning is when he begins to rub two fingers over her clit, matching the pace of his thrusts. her orgasm brings warm spurts of wetness that make him look down to the source, a groan leaving him when he realizes she’s squirting.

his thrusts become a bit choppy as her pussy clenches down on him so tight that he can barely move, and he has to pull out when he feels his balls draw up in warning of his orgasm. stroking himself quickly a few times, he moans in relief as he finally cums, warm spurts of his orgasm landing on her lower stomach. when he’s finished, he’s panting as he tucks his softened cock back into his shorts and focusing on her as the aftershocks run through her sensitive body.

he rubs his hands over her sides, arms, and thighs to ground her, and she finally catches her breath at the same time her mind becomes clear again. then he’s making sure she’s alright before he runs to the bathroom that’s down there and grabbing some towels, a small one to wet and clean her up and some dry ones to clean the floor.

once she’s all cleaned up he helps her back into her shorts and off the floor, the both of them bending down to clean despite him telling her he’s got it. she gets to work on the mat as he does the hardwood floors, the both of their eyes widening as they head the sound of heels clacking against the stairs leading to them.

they both look up to see yn’s mother standing there with a scowl on her face and a phone pressed to her ear, taking in the sight of them cleaning up. she quickly ends the call and scoffs at the mess on the floor. harry quickly gathers the towels and heads toward the laundry room to place them in the wash, slipping past his wife without a word.

“did you spill your water or something, yn? i told you that you need to be more careful! it’s just like last week when you spilled something on the kitchen floor! you’ve been so clumsy lately, get it together,” her mother scolds, and she wants so badly to defend herself but she can’t without exposing her and harry, so she just gathers her things and pushes past her with a scoff, heading back up to her room.

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[missmielyhoran]

Stages of grief

in which Y/N's life crumbles after her husband of 5 years cheats on her...

(Cheating!Harry × Actress!reader)

Masterlist

There are a lot of characters in this. I'm sorry...

• Harry Styles- 28

Singer, songwriter, actor, model, etc etc

Married to Y/N Monet

Children- Amie Monet-Styles, Emiel Monet (Stepson)

• Y/N Monet- 33

Actress, Producer

Married to Harry Styles

Children- Amie Monet-Styles, Emiel Monet

• Hayden Monet- 28

Not married, no kids

• Elliot Martin- 33

Music teacher

Married to Bran Martin

Children- Emiel Monet

• Sebastian Stan- 39

Not married, no kids

Series-

1. Denial

2. Anger

3. Bargaining

4. Depression

5. Acceptance

6. Moving on

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• Stages of love- Harry and Y/N's relationship before Stages of grief

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[fuckmymunson]

a/n: so, this post forced me to do this... good evening. | 18+ babes!, minors DNI.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Holding a red box, decorated with a big golden bow, you walk to your stepdad’s office, the skimpiest dress you owned hugging your body similar to the possessive embrace of a lover, the white fabric decorated with yellow flowers, the lace on the hems of the dress and the heart-shaped neckline, framing your breasts and pushing them together. A perfect dress for the perfect day. 

“Come in.” You hear his muffled voice across the mahogany door, and you giggle in anticipation at the way his eyes brighten at the sight of you, how his eyes travel across your body without a trace of decency, he loved that dress, he gifted you that dress. As you placed the box on top of his desk, you approached him on the other side, your skirt flowing gracefully with your movements, letting him glimpse your pink pair of underwear that you chose especially for the occasion.

Your hands meet his chest, as your nose brushes his. “Hi, daddy.” His hands are pressed over your hips, dragging you closer and placing you in between his legs. 

“Hello, princess.” He coos at you, kissing your jaw and sliding one hand across your thigh. “You look gorgeous.”

“Thanks, daddy.” You giggle again, and he coos at you again, loving how polite his baby is. “I got you a gift.”

A thousand butterflies attack your stomach when you see him smile, those pearly white teeth had you spellbound. “A gift? What for, lovely?” His hand creeps north, ghosting at the edge of your underwear, making you squirm in anticipation. 

“Father’s day, of course, daddy.” You pull away for a moment, just to bend over his desk, giving him the perfect view of the adorable curve of your ass, and James can’t help but sigh at the beautiful sight. “I hope you like it.” Handing him the box, you hop just to sit on his desk, your breasts bouncing lightly at the action. James undoes the bow, tossing it aside and carefully unwrapping the gift, careful to not rip it apart, knowing it would break your heart. You watch how his fingers work cautiously, and your gaze fixates on his movements, wishing he was unwrapping you instead, sliding his fingers across your folds, curling them inside you, kissing your lips and calling you a good girl.

He gasps in delight at the red set of lingerie that is presented inside the box, the sheer fabric embroidered with cherries, and next to the set there’s a red tie, the same deep red and also embroidered with cherries and his initials on a golden thread. “Oh, princess, you didn't have to.” He smiles even wider, already picturing how perfect the lingerie set would look on you. 

“So we can match, daddy.” He places the box on his desk again and urges you to sit on his lap, you bite your lip when you feel his cock against your underwear, and your hips roll involuntarily, making you mewl in satisfaction and making James laugh. His hand returns to your thighs, this time he flips over the fabric of your dress, exposing your ass to the room. “Did you like it?”

“Oh, I loved it, princess.” He kisses your lips, your jaw and your neck, stopping at your collarbone. His left hand meets your covered cunt, smirking when he finds the material slightly damped. “Let me reward you for such a wonderful gift.” Moaning against his lips, your cheek is pressed against his and your arms are lazily wrapped around his neck, while you ride his fingers, the sopping sounds of your cunt being rewarded are music to your daddy’s ears. 

He kisses you while you orgasm on his fingers, curling his digits and pushing them deeper inside your puffy, wet pussy. His favourite gift at the end of the day was you, his princess <3.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

ik i'm a whore<3.

[whitemancumslut]

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best friends brother x fem!reader

Tell Me What You Fantasize About (Pt. 1)

"Always knew you were such a slut."

Warning for when posted: 18+, BestFriendsBrother!Harry, Male and Fem Received; Oral, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Year Age Gap

"They're just boobs, Harry. Wanna touch 'em?"

The words roll of her tongue like it was nothing.

Harry's words got stuck in his throat. He swallowed down hard looking back up at the girl before him. With black and red plaid pajamas from her old Christmas set, her crop-thin strapped tank stopped just at the curve in her sides.

His cock twitched in his pants when his nasty thoughts about his sister's best friend kicked in. He swallowed his groan not sure if he heard the words correctly.

Yes, he grew up with Y/n but she hadn't always made him like this. Ever since she's hit the ripe age of 15/16 Harry's saw her more than just her sisters best friend. When she began to grow up, crop tops, short shorts, thin bikinis came. Her body also changed, which he’d hate to admit he loved. He found the way she grown so confident of her body over the years was very sexy. Every time he saw her it was very appealing clothing that he had dreamt of tearing off.

Whatever it was, something definitely changed. He changed too. Along the year, tattoo after tattoo, Y/n was more and more attracted. The biceps grew, his abs began to peak and actually harden. Y/n always had a thing for his best friends brother and she could tell the way Harry stared at her like he wanted to literally devour her, he felt the tension.

It was hard to ignore the burning desire to have him just one moment but she couldn’t help it. In this moment, with it just being them she definitely took advantage of the moment.

He hadn't notice he had been staring at her body since she walked in on him getting a glass of water. Harry stood there shirtless, his shorts just below his tatted waist line, his chest raising quicker than it was 10 minutes ago.

"I- uh-"

"What?" He finally spit out a word making the girl before him smile.

"Oh come on, Harry. Stop acting like you haven't been staring at me and my body since I've been here." Y/n stood in front of him trying her hardest not to be intimidated by his large figure. Trying to keep this new found confidence.

Harry was soon to realize this moment was reality and this was actually happening. "I'm not gon' stand here and lie and say I haven't been fantasizing about it either," He mumbled quietly as if he was shy.

A smirk formed on her face, "Fantasizing huh?"

"About me? Oh please, continue," She smirked pressing her palms to his bare chest. Pressing lightly to feel his hard pecs, letting her hand travel down and over his permanent butterfly inked skin. Placing her bottom between her teeth she giggled lightly when Harrys breath hitched.

"Tell me what you fantasize about?"

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hi can u write something about step dad harry and yn going for a trip on a boat with her mom together and he secretly takes her to a room downstairs while her mom is upstairs and she rides his face and like his facial is covered with his arousal… u can add something more too& make it spicy?? theres just something about this photo, i couldnt resist

stepdad!harry x stepdaughter!reader

I started writing something else for stepdad!Harry but this just made my mind go blank for anything else because I can’t resist these photos and it’s summertime so we’ve already got the vibes going. Thank you for the request, babe!

Note: As a reminder Y/n is 22 and Harry is 28. Both are adults and met as adults. xoxo

Word Count: 2371

Warning: 18+ only, smut, the tiniest lit bit of degradation, cheating, inappropriate relationship between a stepdad and stepdaughter. Don't read if you don't like!!! xoxo

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Your mom had rented a boat for a day over the weekend. She hadn’t had many days off but she wanted to have a day out in the sun with her two favorite people while summer was still in swing.

She even encouraged you to invite a friend to come along. So you did.

Harry could tell right away that you were being a little bit cheeky. He’d taken care of you the night before and told you to behave on the boat but you rarely did as he asked these days.

Your girlfriend Lei came along. She was focused on her cell phone most of the time which Harry found annoying too. He expected that you’d wear a cute little bathing suit that barely hid a thing but he didn’t expect it to expose nearly your entire backside. It looked closer to cheeky panties that were almost thongs than a bathing suit bottom. He’d never seen you wear this one. Cheeky bottoms, cheeky attitude.

The cooler was full of drinks, music was playing, the sun was high in the sky, and everything smelled like sunscreen and tanning oil.

Harry anchored the boat in a deep area away from other boaters as Lei (finally putting her phone down) and your mom dove into the water to swim. You were lying on the bed at the front and sunning yourself with a beer next to you, sunglasses over your eyes, and a smirk on your face.

“What’s so funny?” Harry stood over you and blocked your sun. The bit of sweat that began to form on your skin and between your breasts was making it difficult for him to avert his eyes. He was glad your mom jumped into the water so he could look without fear of your mom seeing.

You pulled your sunglasses up and frowned at Harry, the grin falling from your face, “You're blocking my sun. Move…” You waved your arm at him in a shooing gesture.

Harry caught your wrist and you gasped, “Don’t talk to me like that.” He spoke lowly, still hovering over you and looking down at your body.

“I’m just sunning myself. What do you want?” Harry knew you were trying to push it with him. Figured you thought you could get away with it a bit since your mom and friend were in tow.

“Asked you a question. You’ve been a brat all day. What’s with you?” He knew what was “with you”. You liked to tease and your attitude always got him worked up. You liked the back and forth. But so did, Harry, even if he’d never admit it.

You let out an annoyed sigh, “I’m not a brat. I’ve been really good. I’m just having fun today. What’s with you?”

Harry really wanted to yank you up by your ponytail and teach you a lesson but when he looked over his shoulder he could still see your mom and Lei in the water not far off.

You tugged your wrist out of his grip and flipped over to your tummy to sun your backside.

Harry watched as you shifted and settled your head into the crook of your arm and close your eyes. The spread of your thighs and your bottom looked irresistible. If he knew he wouldn’t get caught he’d have stuffed his face into your soft cheeks and bitten down and made you squeal right then and there. He loved making you squeal.

A new song came on as Harry reached for a beer for himself and looked out over the water. Trying to ignore you. Trying to think of anything but your skin slowly tanning and exposed to him. Didn’t want to imagine the way you’d taste as he saw sweat forming along your inner thighs. It was hot out and you were sweating just enough that he could see the glisten. Imagined that sweat was forming under your bikini bottoms and how delicious you’d taste. One of his favorite and depraved cravings was the taste of you after you worked out and all your bits were sweaty and salty.

“Harry!” He turned to see your mom waving to get his attention. He stood up to walk toward the edge so he could see what she wanted.

“Throw over both of the inflatable mattresses. We’re going to lay out in the water for a bit.”

Harry picked up both the pink inflatable water mattresses and tossed them into the water for your mom and your friend. The pair were laughing and chatting like old friends. That was the nice thing about your mom. She got along with everyone.

But now Harry realized there’d be a little time for him to do just as he wished with you in the cabin below the boat.

He sat down next to you on the cushion and put his hand over your ankle, “You need to get out of the sun for a bit. You’re gonna get burnt.”

You scoffed and shook your head, “No I’m not.”

Harry huffed a breath through his nose as he looked back to the water and then back down at your and your smooth thighs. The sweat he’d noticed between your thighs was now forming under your butt cheeks and he was going to go mad if he didn’t get a lick in. But he knew he’d want more than just a lick.

Instead of waiting for your attitude to clear up, because he knew it wouldn’t, he swatted your bottom quickly and then leaned over your back to speak into your ear, “We’re going into the cabin below right now.” He pulled your arm and you gasped dramatically before looking toward where your mom and Lei were floating in the water. You pouted at Harry as he pulled you to the door and down into the cabin before you could protest further.

And Harry normally liked to be begged. Liked it when you wanted him and you were asking to be punished or you were all squirmy for him but he couldn’t stop his mouth from watering. He wanted you to sit on his face and smother him with your pussy and your sweat. It was a bit out of character but he had no time to waste. He’d punish you another time for your attitude.

When he dragged you the small built-in couch at the side of the room you figured he’d spank you or push you down to your knees and make you suck him off or something. But instead, Harry laid on his back and pulled you with him, “Sit on my face,” his words were panted and breathy.

You scrunched your brows at him and looked at him in question as he pulled at you to climb up, “What are you doing?”

Harry sat up and kept his hand around your forearm, “I fucking said sit on my face. I won’t ask you again. I’m doing you a favor.” He was about to lose control and start begging you. Which was not what he wanted at all but he needed it. Needed to have your pussy on his mouth and nose. God he didn’t know what had gotten into him. But he’d forego a blowjob to eat you out in this instance. It was like he was desperate for nourishment.

You squinted as your frown turned into a small teasing grin, “Yeah? Daddy needs to eat?”

Harry rolled his eyes and laid flat as he dragged you up and grasped your thighs, pulling you down, over his face. You still had your bikini bottoms on and Harry moaned into the fabric the moment you settled onto his face.

You smelled so concentrated. You hadn’t showered that morning since you knew you’d be on the boat sunning and swimming. And the sweat that had formed made your natural fragrance even more mouthwatering.

Harry smacked your ass and then pulled at the fabric swiftly, bringing the tiny bikini bottom to the side so your bare pussy was pressed over his mouth. He kept his hands at your ass, fingers on his right hand looped into the material pulling the crotch away for his access.

He sucked and licked as he kept you pressed down hard over his mouth. You steadied yourself by holding onto the edge of the arm of the couch.

His cock thickened fast when he finally got a taste. He wanted to make you come and get his face all nasty with your arousal and sweat before your mom and your friend came back into the boat.

You gasped at how ravenous he was. “Hhharry…” you breathed when your clit was nipped at. But when he began to guide you up and down on his face, over his nose, and down to his chin your breathy pants grew into small little squeaks. Just like he loved.

You began to wet his face when your clit was being nudged and poked into. Looking down at him and the naughty, dirty deed that was being committed only 100 feet from your mother and friend out in the water drove you to your peek quickly.

Harry was grunting in muffled noises into your pussy as he smeared you up and down over himself. He could barely breathe but he was in heaven.

And when he felt your thighs begin to quiver he knew you were close. He pushed you over his chin to catch his breath, “Such a nasty slut. Needed to have your pussy cleaned with my tongue,” Harry figured a little bit of degradation might make him feel like he was still in charge. Still calling the shots but when he dragged you back up and you began griding yourself down on his face and you pulled your tits of your little bikini top out and moaned your words, “Mmm… Daddy needed to clean my pussy so bad. So good at it too,” she rolled her hips and Harry pressed his digits harder into your soft skin as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

It was too late. He’d shown how weak he was for you by doing this in the first place. He needed your pussy on his face and he was getting exactly what he wanted and even though you’d been a brat and he should be denying you an orgasm and making you give him one, there was just something about the way you looked, and how he was so desperate to put his tongue in between your crack and your folds and get your taste and slick coated on his tongue and face that made him push down his need to dominate you like he normally did.

Your hips began to jerk faster and you looked down at Harry with only his eyes peeking up at you and his dark curls a mess under your thighs. It was explicit. Your pussy lips were spread over his nose and your soft, wet entrance was right over his lips. He couldn’t breathe but he seemed to love it as he was only egging you on to move faster and holding you tightly to his face.

The heat of your orgasm began to unfold as you pinched your nipples and rode his face hard. You loved this position. Loved giving him a small taste of his own medicine, so to speak. He was rough with you so many times, always making it hurt a bit. He often choked you and made it so you couldn’t breathe when he had his huge cock lodged down your throat. This felt like a bit of payback, even though he wanted it.

“Ffuck!” You yelped when you felt the snap of your release unfurl, “Daddy… yes!”

Harry closed his eyes and took a small breath through his wet nostrils before you ground yourself back up and over his nose. He could feel his cock throbbing in his green shorts as you gushed on his face and came with a loud groan. He doubted anyone could hear you from the cabin under the boat but it was loud. He couldn’t care, though. He needed to get you off. Needed it.

You whined and rocked on his face until you were satisfied and your orgasm waned. The moment he felt you still he pushed you down off of himself and yanked his big cock from his swim trunks and stroked it right over your face as you were flat on your back, releasing his own hot come all over your face and your neck as he gasped and held himself up with his palm on the inside wall above the couch. He thought he could be okay to go without an orgasm but he was so close to coming without even having touched himself that the moment he wrapped his fist around his shaft his balls tightened up and his dick began to pulse and leak and then he was coming in ropes all over you.

It was a much bigger mess than he intended. You had globs of his sticky come on your face as you smiled and licked your lips when he tucked himself back in.

Normally he’d have done something nasty and depraved at that moment. Would have had you wipe your face up with your palm and lick it all off while he lapped away your messy arousal to clean you up. But there was no time for it.

He pulled you to standing and brought you to the small sink with paper towels and soap.

You smiled proudly as you wiped yourself up and Harry washed his face, hating to remove the scent of you from his nose and cheeks and overgrown scruff. But he couldn’t have your mom kissing him and smelling your pussy all over his face. Which was unfortunate. He’d have loved to have pulled that off but as oblivious as your mom could be, she wasn’t dumb. She’d recognize the scent of pussy. And she’d know it wasn’t hers.

Harry tossed the paper towel and swatted your bottom again, leaning his chest into your back as you started to wipe your sticky crease, “Don’t think this means you’re off the hook. You’re in for it later, little girl.”

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Halloween (not actually a halloween story just set in that season)

 Ahhh! I’ve been writing this all weekend lol, but I have been watching a bunch of fall movies lately, so I blame them for this story being called halloween.

Summary: Y/n has a party to go and her stepdad doesn’t really approve of her outfit, deciding he should be the only one to see her like that.

Warning: smut 18+, stepdad/stepdaughter, not a very good familial relationship, breeding kink, daddy kink, degradation kink (if there's any more tell me please!!)

Word count:2k+

It was Halloween, y/n mom had a shift in the hospital, something that was usual for her. Y/n mom hasn’t been there really. If it was for awards, graduations, or even saying goodnight her mom wasn’t present. If she was present a cold gaze and judgment would acknowledge her. 

Recently her mom had married Harry. Y/n doesn’t know why he chose her. She’s just as cold to him as she is to her own daughter. They had a small garden wedding two weeks after her mom let them finally meet.Y/n didn’t really care. She was closer to her father anyways. Not to say the daddy issues in her aren't there, because it is. Quite loud actually. 

When her and Harry met their hands lingered on the shake and stolen glances were taken. She knew she shouldn’t feel this way towards a man who would be her stepdad, but she couldn’t help it. He was warm and kind, something she needed. 

It’s been two months since Harry and her mom got married. Throughout those two months she has barely talked to him or even acknowledged him. His presence will only last as long as the others. The other stepdads weren’t bad, they were just stupid enough to fall in love with her mom. She never had feelings away from feeling familial with the other stepdads. She actually liked them. It was a way to fill the hole she had when her dad wasn’t there. Yet Harry was seen differently, she was attracted to him.

Music was playing loudly in her room. Tunes of Stevie nicks and Bowie were blasting through the house. Harry never mind it, actually it was enjoyable when someone had the same taste of music. He’s been more of a stay at home husband, his job being a producer allowed him to work at home during the pandemic. He found that working on other sides of the world with others has been his favorite way to work. 

Y/n was getting ready for Halloween. She loved the holiday, it was a way for her to be someone else. She also loved the idea of parties and Halloween had the best ones. She decided to dress up as a fembot this year. 

After she got ready for her night, she made the decision to go down stairs to eat a little bit since she knew she was drinking. In the kitchen she was met with Harry in a comfy orange sweater. He always had a way to make clothes look good. In her head, he was a rockstar in his past life.

His eyes met his step daughter, but quickly went down to sheer fabric on her body exposing the thong barely hiding anything. He knew she always did what she wanted, but a part of him couldn’t help but feel possessive that her body would be shown off so much. He was jealous because whatever bloke got to Fuck her tonight had the privilege to see her naked. 

He knew it was wrong to think like that, but he couldn’t have seen her as a daughter at all. She was so enchanting. The way she sways her hips when she walks, how her voice is raspy and low making it seem as if she was seducing you. The way her eyes showed every emotion. As much as he thinks he loves his wife. He couldn’t help but feel attracted towards the younger woman. 

Y/n stands close to him to get the plate, struggling a little bit till Harry puts his tattooed hand on her waist and gets it for her. 

“thank you” she says almost in a whisper 

“S’no problem” Harry paused “ I know you’re used to wearing whatever you want and I don’t want to ruin your Halloween, but do you have another costume it’s quite…a lot” 

Y/n rolls her eyes she dealt with this before. She knew how to make him sweat and be uncomfortable enough to not try to control her. 

“ I’m sorry daddy, but it’s the only costume I got. Not unless…you can help me pick something different” she looked at him innocently,Y/n already knew how this was gonna go. They’ll be so turned on that they get uncomfortable and leave, letting her do what she wants. 

“Sure, I'd love to help,” he says, walking towards her room. She was shocked with Harry’s reaction, but she had a feeling this would’ve happened. The tension around them is so thick they can barely be around eachother. She couldn’t help, but feel the excitement as she followed him.

Making it to her room Harry sat on her bed. Seeing him there was a teenage wet dream. Y/n could feel her panties get soaked as she looked at him.

She goes toward her closet and picks out a less see through lingerie piece “ what do you think about this daddy?“ she says innocently. 

“Why don’t you try it on for me? '' he replies. Quickly she obliged. Keeping eye contact as she slowly shimmied out of her baby doll lingerie. She throws on the other dress and when she finally stops making eye contact, his bulge catches her eye. 

“ How do you feel about this one?” She says, he stands up and circles around her as if he was a designer. She could feel his gaze on her. It burned her skin as he walked around her.

He puts his hands on her waist turning her towards the mirror in front of them.

“ your a fucking slut do you know that? Call me daddy to get what she want. Do you know what I do to brats like that baby?” He whispers 

He leans down to kiss her shoulder as he pulls the strap of the dress down. Y/n tilts her head to the other side giving him access to her neck. Her breath shutters as he goes towards her neck. He finds the special spot on her neck making her moan lightly. Before she could take in the pleasure he stops making her whine. 

“ Answer me baby? This will only work if you talk” 

“I-I don’t know” she stutters

“ I punish them .” Harry murmurs “ I’m gonna need to know now, do you want this?”

“Yes, yes please” she says eagerly

 Harry wraps his fingers around her throat” yes who?” He says making eye contact through the mirror. 

Y/n felt the arousal pool In her thongs as she said “yes daddy” Harry murmurs a good girl before slipping his fingers beneath the straps and letting the dress fall to her feet. 

Harry rolls her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, watching her reaction as he roams his hands on her body grasping at her tits.

“ only a dirty little slut will call her stepdad daddy, so dirty, you know that? I don’t think half of the time you realize how much of a whore you really are. Think you need to see it for yourself” he says as he looks at her through hooded eyes 

His fingers slowly went down to her wet core. He bends down as he takes her things off. While he was down he decided to spread her cheeks breathing in her arousal. He pools saliva in his mouth before he spits on her tight whole licking it. The foreign feeling makes Y/n squeal and moan at the pleasure. 

Harry goes back up and takes off his sweater and pants leaving him in his boxers. Flashing his prominent hard on in his gray boxers. 

He goes back behind her reaching for the slit. He goes towards her hole to collect arousal spreading it towards her clit and circling his fingers around it. She cries resting her head on his shoulder. Harry stops “ keep your eyes on the mirror “ she follows suit. Harry grabs her leg and rests her one leg on a small stool normally used when she gets ready.  This gave him more access to her wet cunt.

He dips his fingers in her cunt making her moan out loud. Harry pumps his fingers in slowly “ look at you all wet for me. Is daddy making you feel good? This tight cunt is about to feel so good baby” Harry says, She moans in response.

Harry starts to curve his fingers trying to find the spongy flesh. When he feels it Y/n automatically responded to it “ f-fuck daddy it feel so good”. Pleased with her response Harry spread her legs farther making sure he hits her g-spot at a better angle. Her legs spreading gave him a show through the mirror. He couldn’t help but stare at her throbbing clit.

“ Do you like this baby? Did daddy find you special parts? Look at you so pretty. Such a mess for your stepdad. Look at the little clit throbbing. Such a good girl letting daddy find her special parts” he praises her. 

Harry continuously hits her g-spot and soon enough her sweet cunt squeezes around his finger, almost pushing him out as he rides her orgasm. 

“did so good for me baby” he says as he kisses her temple before he turns her head to see her sleep happy eyes. He leans down to kiss her lips. He turns her body towards him as he kisses her. She moans into a kiss giving him the chance to suck on her tongue. Harry breaks off the kiss, turning her back toward the mirror before dipping his fingers in her cunt and sucking the arousal off his digits. 

He moves them toward the mirror making y/n close to the cold glass. He grabs her hands and puts them on the wall next to the mirror and spreads her legs farther. “ I think you should know what a dirty cock slut looks like up close” he says as he sinks his cock deep into her. They both moan at the stretch. Harry gives y/n some time to adjust before he slowly pumps his hard cock into her warm pussy. He moans while looking at her through the mirror keeping eye contact. 

He starts going a little rougher. One hand meets her waist as the other is around her neck choking the girl as he fucked her. Once he squeezed harder her cunt clenches around him.  Harry and Y/n were breathing heavily as they stare at their reflections. 

“ Look at that. Only a cock slut would like this. Do you see my cock pumping into you baby? It’s such a pretty sight isn’t it” he says proudly

“ yes daddy, I love it so much, oh fuck I’m gonna cum” she cries out as she watches his cock fuck her to oblivion. 

Harry hips starts loosing it’s rhythm as he fucks into his stepdaughter “ I know baby, me too. Can feel you squeezing around me. Is that what you want, baby? To hold your step daddy’s cum. Let me impregnate this fertile pussy? God knows your mom can’t make me feel this good.” 

Y/n moans as he fucks her cunt to well she can feel him tapping her cervix. “Yes, daddy cum inside me please. Make me have your babies. Do it every night, I know you can.” She cries 

She starts to try to grab anything she can, but she can’t seem to find anything. Harry’s hand on her hip reaches for her hand and holds it.

“ it’s okay baby you can cum, squeeze daddy’s cock for me. Don’t worry you can cum baby, don’t think I can ever live without feeling this pussy again. So much better than your mom. Gonna have to fuck you every night from now on. “ 

She cums around Harry’s cock squeezing him tight that he almost got pushed out. Her knees started buckling, making Harry hold her waist to keep her up as he slips his cock in her. Harry only pumps his cock a few more times before he coats his stepdaughter's pussy with his warm cum. 

“Fuck baby you feel so good” he moans out loud as he rest his head on her shoulder. He brings his one hand to grab her chin making her face him and he kisses her while she recovers. 

He pulls out slowly and carries her bridal style to her bed. She smiles at him with sleepy eyes. Harry grabs a washcloth and cleans her up “ do you need help getting ready?”  He asked genuinely. Y/n smiles “ no it’s fine”  she says softly. Harry's face falters thinking she doesn’t want to be around him. She notices his reaction and quickly says “ I said no as In I wanna stay in tonight with you”.  Harry’s mood quickly changes, he's happy again knowing that he wasn’t the only one feeling this way.

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narcissa malfoy:

yandere! mother! headcanons 🚻 ☣️💥

.・。.・゜✭・. ☾ ⋆*・。✭・. .・。✭・. ☾ ⋆*・。✭・.

riddle brothers:

June 🚻

crystal 🚻☣️💥 (referenced attempted S/A tw)

.・。.・゜✭・. ☾ ⋆*・。✭・. .・。✭・. ☾ ⋆*・。✭・.

pansy parkinson:

paralyzer 🚻

.・。.・゜✭・. ☾ ⋆*・。✭・. .・。✭・. ☾ ⋆*・。✭・.

viktor krum:

sibling rivalry 🚻

.・。.・゜✭・. ☾ ⋆*・。✭・. .・。✭・. ☾ ⋆*・。✭・.

slytherin boys hcs:

slytherin boys: gn! muggleborn! reader’s music taste is rather…unexpected 🚻

.・。.・゜✭・. ☾ ⋆*・。.・゜✭・.

random non-reader stories:

key:

❌= implied/referenced child abuse tw 🛑= graphic child abuse tw

“where have you been?”

molly weasley discovers the extent of the dursleys’ abuse ❌

the weasley family and their cinematic adventures

just some funky lil headcanons

Harry Potter and the Amount of Abuse He Suffered at the Hands of His Guardians That Doesn’t Get Mentioned Nearly Enough (aka LET THE POOR BOY BE TRAUMATIZED)

writing prompt: “…jegulus taking in teenage harry after he runs away from the dursleys” 🛑 ❌

untitled tomarry thingy (i just love them okay)

writing prompt: “Touch starved Tom / Voldemort” 🛑 ❌

two thousand words of pure marauders-raise-harry fluff

writing prompt: “regulus black becoming the best seeker ever and harry being his biggest fan and then he finds out that his dad use to date him and he tries (and plots with sirius) to get them back together just so he can call the regulus black his stepdad”

Children Don’t Belong in Cupboards (pt. 1/?)

synopsis: jily comes to the dursleys’ to get their son back 🛑 ❌

.・。.・゜✭・. ☾ ⋆*・。.・゜✭・.

[prettybabybaby]

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: stepcest, stepdad!james, fem!reader

¡ marauders masterlist !

stepdad!james wears his wedding band when he sneaks into your room at night. the metal forces it’s way into your mouth, swirling it around until he’s satisfied. he slides his fingers into your shorts, circling your clit as you whine and sigh holding the back of his neck with one hand using the other to pull at the unruly curls on his head. he fucks you roughly with his hands around your throat, eyeing the way the pretty band that swore loyalty to your mother looks around your neck.