#OBSESSED WITH MY STEPSON

[mommydearestella]

I WONDER IF ANYONE IN KEY WEST EVER HAD EXPERIENCES SIMILAR TO WHAT I HAVE DESCRIBED IN THIS BLOG ESPECIALLY IN THE SIXTIES AND SEVENTIES?

I WONDER IF ANYONE ENCOUNTERED A REAL ESTATE BROKER FROM OUT OF TOWN WHO HAS BLOND HAIR AND I THINK IS A WRETCHED OLD HAG AND ONE OF THE NASTIEST AND MOST AGGRESSIVE PEOPLE I HAVE EVER MET THAT LIKES TO GO AROUND THREATENING PEOPLE?

SHE MAY HAVE SPOKEN AT LENGTH ABOUT HER HUSBANDS SON TELLING MANY LIES AND GOING ON AND ON ABOUT HER HATRED OF ME.  I DON’T CARE.  I’M JUST GRATEFUL I HAVEN’T BEEN INVITED TO DINNER!

[speakercrab666]

OH MY GOD SHUT UP U GUYS I AM THINKING ABOUT DVDS!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD. I LOVE DVDS. DISCS. HOLY SHIT U GUYS. HHHHHHHHHH.

GONNA BUY A PORTABLE DVD PLAYER AND THEN I’M GONNA WATCH BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN!!!!!!!!! I ALREADY HAVE BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN ON DVD BUT I HAVEN’T SEEN IT YET DUE TO NO DVD PLAYER.

AND THEN I’M GONNA FIND MY ROBOTS DVD AND I!!!! AM GOING!!!!!! TO WATCH!!!! ROBOTS!!!!!!!!!!! IT’S THE BEST MOVIE POSSIBLY EVER AND I REFUSE TO WATCH IT ONLINE. IT LIVES ON A DVD!!!

I CAN’T FIND MY ROBOTS DVD RN BUT OH BOY WHEN I DO!!!!! I WON’T BE ABLE TO WATCH IT BC I DON’T HAVE A DVD PLAYER YET. BUT ROBOTS!!!!! EXCITED FOR ROBOTS.

[l1tw1ck]

bottom!ftm!yandere!stepson x top!male!stepdad reader

AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Stepcest, Obsession, Drugging, Daddy Kink, Pregnancy Mention, Baby Trapping

Ever since you moved in, your stepson couldn't help but fall in love with you. He adores you and hangs onto every word you say. He wishes you loved him instead of his dad. He knows you would prefer him if you just gave him a chance. He's tried so many times to seduce you and get you to fall for him but you never seem to realize his intentions. He got tired of it and extremely impatient so he decided to take a not so great route to make you his.

~~~

You wake up in a dimly lit room tied to a chair. You're naked. In front of you is your...also naked stepson. He grins when he notices you're awake. He climbs onto your lap, avoiding your hard length. "good morning, daddy." He looks at you demurely. You look at him weirdly, dealing with the after effects of whatever drug he used on you. He takes your hands and brings them to his chest. You squish his plush breasts, earning a soft moan from him. You rub your thumbs against his nipples, happy to play with his chest. He rubs his t-dick against your cock. "d'you like my tits, daddy?" He asks sweetly. You make a noise that means "yes". You're too drugged to realize the situation you're in and too focused on his chest to speak. He blushes in response. "you can touch them whenever you want.." He brings his hand down to touch your length. "do you wanna fuck me too?" He asks. Ironic that he's asking for consent in a situation like this. You nod. He lifts himself up and lowers himself down onto your cock, biting his lip and grinning with pleasure as you stretch out his previously virgin pussy.

~

He bounces happily on your cock, overjoyed that you "accepted" his love. He notices your expression. "Are you gonna come?" He asks, grinning even wider. "Gonna- gonna come inside and knock me up, Daddy?" He moves faster. You nod and grab his hips, making him ride you at the pace you decided for him. He lets you do it, his grin somehow growing even wider as you slow down. You stop completely, pumping your load into his cunt. He giggles softly, tracing his stomach with his finger. Now you can't leave him.

[floatyflowers]

Dark Male Evil King x Wife! Reader

"Why? What sin has my son committed to be killed in that way? "

You wail over the dead body of your son while your husband, looks down coldly at the both of you, feeling emotionless over the fact that he murdered, Snow White, his stepson.

"Stop weeping, he was nothing but a pest"

You couldn't believe Grimhild's callousness, he used to be so kind in the beginning of your marriage and treated your son kindly even considering him his own son.

Until that Mirror hurt his vanity by saying that Snow White is the fairest of them all, and the evil King being obsessed with youth and beauty, doesn't decided to kill your son.

Tears continued to stream down your cheeks as she clung to the lifeless form of Snow White.

''He was a sweet boy, kind and generous like his father,'' you whispered, with a shaky voice.

Hearing you mention your first husband infuriated Grimhild, reminding him that you belonged to someone before him.

The Evil King loves you to the point of obessesion, that's why one of the main reasons he murdered Snow White is just to get rid of the last living memory of your late husband.

If he grow old and ugly, you might leave him for someone much younger and handsome.

The Evil King gets down on his knees beside you before embracing your shaking form.

"Now hush, we could always have a child of our own to replace Snow White."

Part 2

[yanderestarangel]

HEADCANONS JKK | STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO

TW: ftm reader, praise, degradation, oc nanami (I think), manipulation, step!incest, sub!reader, dom!nanami, recorded!sex, threats, blowjob, v!sex, afab anatomy, forced feminization, use of lingerie, degradation, dark!smut, breeding, creampie, daddykink.

smut confectionery event ┆ SUNDAE ┆ forced feminization, record sex, headcanons. ˖⁺ ⊹୨ "stepfather + stepson" ୧⊹ ⁺˖

˖⁺ ⊹୨ 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝔀. 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 ୧⊹ ⁺˖

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪

𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮<3

♡ 𝐒𝐅𝐖 ♡

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who started dating your mother because it was convenient for him to have company, he didn't really love her, but he was already forty years old and needed meaning in life. But he didn't expect that he would meet the new obsession of his life in an unconventional way... You, the son of his future wife.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who was astonished by your beauty and beauty, he asked your mother everything about you ─ what college you went to, what you liked or didn't like and even more intrusive details, in this case if you had a boyfriend or girlfriend. Your mother answered some questions and he diverted her focus by saying "They were questions to try to be a good enough stepfather." You on the other hand didn't like his intrusion into your life and home... He noticed that and soon thought of a way to try to turn things around in his favor.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who knew you didn't like the idea, initially your instinct said internally that there was something wrong there, but you couldn't get in the way of your mother's happiness, and he would use everything to his advantage. He started complaining to your mother that you didn't accept him as a father figure, making your mother give you an hour-long lecture talking about how his co-worker and now boyfriend was good to you and tried to be your father even if you didn't let him. Kento smirked when he saw your angry face, he knew that now you would have to let your guard down with him and finally he could act according to his initial plan.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who deliberately goes shirtless and has sweatpants hanging loosely around his hips every morning in the kitchen. He smiles at you while the blonde hair falls on his face and the purple circles under his eyes and the woody perfume that leaves his skin, a happy path of hair would shyly follow to his crotch, giving an extra touch to his muscular appearance, especially the thick veins that they continued from his arms to his biceps. He would smirk at you as he would ask you if you slept well and if you were hungry ─ he would still see the reluctance in your eyes and would approach you, kissing the back of your hand lightly. "I'm not your enemy pretty boy... I just want to be the best for you, you know that right?" The blonde man's voice was husky and seductive, like a balm, as if he was bringing you into a tempting trap.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who makes you feel sorry for him, manipulating you, saying that your mother didn't pay as much attention to him as she did at the beginning of the relationship and how he needed to work extra hard to make up for your household bills, saying that you were the only person who still paid for him staying in that house and putting up with your mother... ( Which was a lie, Nanami did everything he lied that your mother did, he ignored her and preferred to spend his money to buy you gifts or even buy you a car go to your college. ) he would look at you with his brown eyes eyes and place a hand on your thigh. "You'll never leave my side... Right my dear son?"

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who gradually manipulates you into staying on his side every time your mother fights with him. Saying that you can't sleep in his room because she doesn't want him there and asking if he can sleep on the floor in your room ── mentally he will be praying for you to accept that he stays in the room and offer your bed to him. If you do the second option, the blonde's heartbeat will accelerate to the point where you can hear the sound of his heartbeat. He couldn't sleep that night, controlling himself as much as possible not to touch you and make you his even in your sleepy state. Nonetheless Kento couldn't, he wanted you to want him equally as he wanted you.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who encouraged your mother to accept the company promotion and go traveling with her bosses for days to be alone with you. He calculated exactly when she was going to leave and called the company to say that he was sick and couldn't make it, returning home to be with his sweet stepson and finally putting his final plan into practice. Make you his little toy.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who waits for you to arrive from your appointment while happily cooking a meal for you; He saw you notice his effort and place an innocent kiss on his face. As he resumed preparing the dinner, his fingers trembled slightly over the stove. He couldn't help but think about how your kiss felt on his cheek, the warmth and tenderness that radiated through him. His mind raced with thoughts of you, imagining the future they could have together. He didn't just want to be your father figure, but your lover, to adore every inch of your body just for him.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who listened intently to you and your day out at college, with his eyes always trying to find yours. "That's wonderful, darling," he praised, his voice velvety smooth. "You truly are such a good boy, always taking your responsibilities seriously." He came closer, running his thumb over your lower lip and feeling like it was the perfect opportunity ─ Then Nanami couldn't resist any longer. Leaning in, he captured your lips in a searing kiss, his hand sliding up your thigh beneath the table. His tongue probed your mouth eagerly, tasting the sweet essence of your youth. "I want you so badly, lad." he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "I've wanted you since the first day I laid eyes on you."

♡ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 ♡

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who soon made you submit to him with dominance and words of affection, bending you over the table and sticking his thick, veiny hand into your underwear ─ finding your clit easily and applying the necessary pressure to make you moan and whimper beautifully. "Such a good boy, submitting to your stepfather," Nanami purred, his fingers expertly stroking your clit through the fabric of your underpants. He savored the way you responded to him, your moans filling the room like music to his ears. He slipped his finger into your damp entrance, coating it with your arousal before pulling away. "Is that what you want, my prince? To be touched by me? To be owned by me?" He asked, his voice husky with lust. "Tell me, and I promise to give you everything your heart desires." With a satisfied hum, he stood up abruptly, all traces of gentleness gone. Kento had finally trapped you in his trap, and you fell like a needy bunny.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who forced you to wear expensive lingerie that he bought for you. The silk and lace fabric was short and hugged your curves, practically not even covering your breasts ─ your cunt wet your panties while you saw your stepfather's hands wander to your cell phone and press the record button, starting the perverse and forbidden little show of you two. "You're so eager for me, aren't you, my pretty little boy... You're such a slut for me." He circled around you, the camera capturing every angle of your shapely body adorned in the delicate lingerie. His fingers trailed along the lace, teasingly grazing your sensitive skin. "Spread your legs wider, boy," he commanded, his voice low and commanding. "I want to see that wet pussy of yours, ready and waiting for me."

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who saw you obediently followed his instructions, your arousal evident through the soaked fabric of your panties, Nanami couldn't resist a chuckle. "Look at you, my dumb, pretty boy..." He mocked as he pinched one of your nipples behind the thin silk fabric of your bra, making you moan like you were in heat. "Now, keep being a good boy and suck daddy's cock, can you do it right?"

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who forced you to suck his cock, pulling your hair while you felt the tip of his dick massage your soft cheeks. His camera clicked steadily, capturing your submission, sealing your fate as his willing pawn. Though he had no intention of betraying you, the threat hung heavy in the air, a tool to keep you obedient and submissive. "You know what happens if you disobey, don't you?" He warned softly, thrusting into your mouth rhythmically. "Your mother will see exactly what her little boy has become." Nanami threatened between moans, as he took his dick out of your oral cavity and slammed the hard shaft into your warm and wet tongue.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who dragged your panties to the side and rubbed the hot tip of his fat cock across your swollen clit, seeing the quivering mess you were. Slowly, methodically, he began to pump into you, your moans filling the room like a symphony of surrender. Each thrust drove him further into your core, claiming you as his own possession. "Such a good boy, taking it like a whore for his stepfather.... Beg for more, prince," He commanded, leaning down to kiss your neck. "Beg for my release, for the chance to carry my child, You want daddy to make you daddy too, don't you? You're going to be a beautiful father baby boy...Carrying my children around like the beautiful man you are." His fingers would find your clit, rubbing it in firm circles, intensifying your pleasure. Your moans grew louder, filling the room without caring if the neighbors would hear or not. "That's it, my sweet boy," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "You're doing so well, taking me so obediently."

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who fills you to the brim with his hot, thick seed, the tip of his cock rhythmically hitting your sweet spot even as you tremble and feel completely filled by him. He takes his cock out of your sensitive hole while sticking three fingers inside, He would soon look into your eyes and smile. "You're going to be a daddy's boy and save all my seed right?" With a quick pat on your head, he turned off the camera and pocketed his phone. "Good boy," he muttered, already planning the next encounter. "Don't disappoint me." Though the threat still loomed, it was clear that Nanami found satisfaction in his domination. After all, what better way to ensnare someone than through their deepest desires? And you, dear boy, were caught in his web.

𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂'𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮....𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼 🍰

[miupow]

milf hunter!taehyun fic ideas ;

for all of my babygirls (those obsessed with milf lover tyun)

✦ trophy housewife!reader x pool boy!taehyun

cheating/infidelity , married reader , rough sex

✦ hybe makeup artist or stylist!reader x idol tyun

lots of sexual tension , noona kink , flirty tyunnie , “i’m too old for you”

✦ boss!reader x assistant!tyun

could either be sub tyun or dom tyun . bratty know it all boss who gets on his nerves and makes him break or super femdom reader who turns tyun into a good boy ^^

✦ dads new wife/stepmom!reader x stepson!tyun

cw stepcest. cheating , mommy kink , mean dom tyun

✦ professor!reader x student!taehyun

college au. tyun thinks his new engineering professor is the hottest woman he’s ever seen.

✦ goddess!reader x worshipper or sacrifice!taehyun

technically milf hunter tyun because reader is like millions of years old

✦ friends mom!reader x college student!tyun

actually milf! pervy tyun , really fucking filthy

[hansensgirl]

summary. | Your boyfriend’s stepmother’s feelings for you are more than platonic.

prompts. | Natasha Romanoff + Boyfriend’s Stepmother + “You’re shaking so much, honey… Just wait until I get my tongue on you.” + Obsession, requested by Anonymous.

pairing. | dark!boyfriend’s stepmom!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader.

warnings. | NON/DUBCON, age gap, boyfriend’s stepmother, cheating (ish), lying, deceit, manipulation, grooming/conditioning (?), stalking, obsession, delusion, perversion, pet names, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics.

Natasha dotes on you so much that you can’t help but listen to her every word. It’s the least you could do for your boyfriend’s stepmother. 

She’s putting together a dinner to celebrate an accomplishment of yours. When she brought the idea up, you said it was too much. She already does enough for you, like paying your bills when ends don’t meet or your boyfriend is too careless to help. But Natasha insisted, and who are you to deny a woman like her? She’s kind but intimidating. She puts her stepson in his place and rules over the household, which you applaud her for. You usually have to repeat yourself ten times just to get your boyfriend to listen to you.

“Aw, shit,” Natasha bemoans, looking down at her chest. Her hands feel around her neck, looking for something that isn’t there. Right now, it’s just the two of you. Your boyfriend is out with his father, buying alcohol and catching up, as the older woman said. 

Natasha told them to be home by 8, but knowing them, it’ll probably just be you two for tonight. You don’t mind—you need a break from the men in your life. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask, rushing to her side. She told you to set the table while she cooks. You leave the napkins and utensils in the dining room and hurry to the kitchen. “Oh, it’s nothing,” Natasha brushes you off, waving her hand.

“No, it must be something. Tell me,” you push, wanting to help in any way possible. Sometimes, you feel utterly useless compared to the older woman. “I forgot my necklace. Remember you gave it to me for my birthday? I wear it all the time—it’s like my good luck charm,” Natasha pouts. You smile. 

“I can go get it for you if you’d like,” you offer, more than willing to do whatever she asks of you. It’s odd—you’ve never felt this way before. Perhaps it’s how Natasha welcomes you with open arms and takes your side no matter what. At times, you would jokingly wish that you were dating her instead.

“Would you be a doll? I’d really appreciate it, sweetie,” she coos, patting your arm. She always finds a way to touch you, but you never mind it. You nod your head and make your way upstairs, forgetting which room is Natasha’s for a second.

It’s the farthest down the hall. You twist the doorknob gently and open the door, entering her personal space. You’ve never been in here before, and even with her permission, it feels odd. You flick the light switch on and begin to search her dresser.

You don’t find the familiar necklace—the one with a black swan on it. You pull open each drawer, hopeful, and shut them, dejected. Nothing.

You look around Natasha’s room—maybe it’s on her bedside table. You go to open it until something catches your eye. You turn around and squint in confusion.

It’s a bulletin board. It should be in Natasha’s office, but it isn’t. Your curiosity gets the best of you and you walk closer, inspecting each note, each photograph, each paper. 

You gasp in horror when you find candid images of yourself taken without you knowing. The papers have your private information—government files, hospital reports, and academic records. The notes have details about yourself and your family, some things you’ve never told a soul but yourself. 

Horror fills you. Your stomach drops, and you feel nauseous. The woman you thought you knew is someone far more secretive—and perverted—than believed. Most photos are of you naked or almost there. 

You know you have to get out of here, so you turn towards the door, only to find Natasha with her arms crossed, staring at you.

“Oh, sweetie. I’m sorry you had to find out like this,” she coos, striding closer. You step back until you hit the wall—the same one with the bulletin board. “That you’re stalking me?” you incredulously ask. Natasha tuts.

“No—don’t say that,” she seethes. Her anger has you flinching, especially when she puts her hands on you. The older woman tries to hug you, but you pull away from her, pressing against the wall as if you could ever escape her. 

“You’re shaking so much, honey… Just wait until I get my tongue on you,” Natasha chuckles. Your face twists in disgust. “Oh, don’t be like that. Mommy knows just how to make you feel good—better than your stupid boyfriend ever could,” she says. 

Natasha presses kisses on your face, and you turn your head away from her as best as possible, but she grabs and holds your face tightly. And despite your fear, she is still as kind as always. 

[baibeebrii]

obsession •

stepson!anakin x stepmom!reader

mdni 18+ ~~~~

word count - 3k+

warnings- reader met anakin when he was a minor, age gap, stepson/stepmother, perv!anakin, unprotected piv, praise, sub!anakin/dom!reader, breeding kink, overstimulation, forcing, multiple orgasms (anakin), oral (f recieving), cheating

info - marrying a skywalker definitely wasn’t on your things to do, but when working led you to meet kahn skywalker. your life changed.

until his perv of a son lets you know just how much you mean to him.

not proofread.

dating kahn was fun, you guys have been casually seeing each other for about two months now. nothing serious. just a fling you thought. until kahn mentioned how he wanted you to meet his son, you were taken aback.

"kahn are you serious?" you question.

he smiles, "yes, i want him to know the woman i'm going to marry."

you felt odd, you guys have only been together for maybe two months, this wasn't appropriate.

"kahn, maybe it's too soon" you trail off, peeling at the hangnail on your pointer finger.

kahn's smile falters, "oh" he looks down at his lap, "i'm sorry i didn't think"

you feel bad, he obviously cares about you, and for him to want you to meet his son. he must think of you as special.

you start to smile, "okay, i'll meet him. when do you want to do it?"

kahn lifts his head up, smile plastering his face, "right now?" he says.

again, shock hits your face, "my son should be home from his mothers house any minute now"

you couldn't believe it, he was going to make you meet this kid no matter your answer.

you were mad, rightfully so, but before you could say anything this door swings open.

"dad i'm home"

"anakin, my boy, how are you?" kahn jumps up to greet his son with a hug, releasing the hug kahn turns to a very red faced you sitting on the couch. in a not so "meet the son" outfit.

you had on some short shorts and a tight baby tee.

you were mortified.

"anakin this is the woman i've been telling you about, y/n this is anakin" kahn says not seemingly to notice the discomfort on your face.

you stand to shake the boys hand, not ignoring the fact his eyes rake over your entire body, taking in every curve and arch.

if you weren't embarrassed before, you sure were now.

-

it's been about three months since meeting anakin, and he's been nothing but friendly. you're happy the meeting went so well. you've been spending more time with him. coming over after work when he texts he's having trouble with his calculus homework.

being a 17 year old in high school is hard, he'll say the entire time you try and explain an equation to him.

you would laugh and tell him to focus and get it over with. he'd laugh and turn his attention back to his homework, not forgetting to glance over his arm to watch as your chest moves when you slouch back into the dining room chair.

"ani, im home" kahn's voice is heard from the entry way, "oh honey, i didn't know you'd be here" he says kissing the top of your head.

"little ani here needed help with some homework"

you said, turning to look back at anakin and you swear you saw the grip on his pencil tighten after hearing you use his nickname.

"well, i'll get started on dinner for three. rather then two" kahn says walking back to the kitchen. setting his keys on the island.

anakin finishes his last problem before putting everything away, you get up and start walking to the kitchen to be with your boyfriend before feeling a slight touch in your wrist, turning you face anakin.

his eyes are on the floor, fidgeting with his fingers, "can you come upstairs? i want to show you something" he says with a whisper.

you nod and follow him to his bedroom, the farthest room from the stairs.

stepping inside you take notice to all the knick knacks placed around the room, all the scattered clothes and papers.

you step in first, heading to sit on the end of his bed.

"what's up ani?" you question as he doesn't turn from the door.

you're confused, and question the boy again.

he finally turns to you, eyes a darker shade of blue, something you haven't seen before.

"ani?" you say quietly, but loud enough he hears.

a small groan escapes his throat, "say it again"

"what? anakin what is going on?" you're confused, this isn't typical anakin behavior.

he grabs your hands, rubbing his thumbs across your own.

"please say it again mommy" anakin says just above a whisper, hands gripping just a bit tighter on yours.

you're shocked, in utter disbelief. never once has anakin called you mom, never have you asked him either. this shouldn't be happening.

"ani? what are you talking about?" a soft moan leaves his mouth when you say his nickname again.

"you do crazy things to me" he says, eyes still not meeting yours.

you don't say anything, too confused and shocked to even think of words at this moment, anakin takes notice

"i'm sorry" he says, tears brimming his eyes, looking to the floor

"hey anakin, it's okay, come here." you say bringing him into a hug.

you feel unsettled by what just happened, but to an extent you understand. he's a horny teenager.

"i won't tell your dad, okay?" you say grabbing his chin to make him look at you. his eyes are filled with tears as his face is completely red. tears threatening to fall, "thank you" he says pulling you into another hug, inhaling deeply to never forget your scent.

-

the wedding was beautiful, you never expected to get married to someone so quickly, but kahn skywalker just has that effect. he proposed to you during your seventh month together. getting married very soon after that.

honeymoon was amazing. you and kahn travelled all through greece for a month, before returning to your shared home, with your now stepson.

as soon as you guys stepped in the door, anakin was there to greet you guys, not hiding the fact he went to hug you first. despite his fathers arms out, wrapping your arms around anakins shoulders, you can feel him squeeze slightly as he inhaled deeply.

"missed you so much" he whispers into the crook of your neck, before pulling away and hugging his dad.

you didn't want to admit it, but the butterflies in your stomach was something you enjoyed.

anakins birthday came and went and you had an 18 year old in the house.

he was still the same anakin, sweet and shy, tending to follow you around the house like a lost puppy.

"ani, im gonna shower, i'll make dinner when i'm done" you say to the boy on the couch in front of the tv. he gives a sound so you know he heard you and you went upstairs.

walking to the bathroom, with a change of clothes, and a towel. turning the shower on and stepping in.

you needed this shower after the day you had, work was hell, your manager was berating you all day. you couldn't seem to do anything right.

thirty minutes into the shower you decided it was enough and got out. getting dressed and doing all your nightly routines. you got to grab you dirty laundry, something missing from the pile.

you look around everywhere for the pink pair of panties you were just wearing, were you wearing them?" you question as they are seemingly gone.

not wanting to keep anakin waiting any longer for dinner you throw your clothes in the hamper and head downstairs. anakin gone from his spot on the couch.

cooking dinner was easy, you decided on something quick tonight. some chicken alfredo noodles.

dinner was done, warming on the stove to keep warm until kahn got home from work.

you haven't heard anything from anakin in the time it took you to cook. you go to look for him.

stepping to his door, reaching for the handle. you stop.

moans and whimpers fall quickly, you're about to walk away, not wanting to disrupt, when you heard you name fall from the boys lips.

you stop, frozen.

"nghh y/n mommy please" can be heard, your name being said like it's a prayer.

your thighs press together, this is wrong you think to yourself, yet you don't move. placing an ear to the door to hear better.

more moans and whimpers are fallen from the red and swollen lips of anakin. your name being repeated over and over again as he rubs his leaking cock with your used panties. 

you listen for a few more minutes before the sound of his hand grow louder and more erratic, whimpers falling from his lips as it gets harder for him to be quiet while reaching his climax.

few seconds later and your name is being said as all motion stops.

he came to the thought of you while using your dirty underwear.

you quickly rush from the door, down the stairs to the kitchen to finish plating diner as kahn should be getting in any minute. 

do you tell your husband what you heard?

you couldn't, you didn't want to get anakin in trouble.

dinner was good, beside the fact all you could feel was anakins eyes on you, and the feeling in your stomach.

this is so wrong.

you needed to stop this.

-

you decided the week kahn would be on a business trip was the best to confront anakin, better to have his dad away so he doesn't find out.

it's a little past 9pm when you walk to anakins door, knocking slightly.

"ani? can i come in?"

your met with some shuffling before the door is open, and a tired looking face greets you with a small smile.

"oh did i wake you?"

"no, was just laying in bed. what do you need?"

"can i come in and talk?"

he moves from the doorway to allow you in, you walk towards his bed. him following after shutting his door.

the only light in the room is his bedside lamp, illuminating a nice orange hue.

"ani, i need to talk to you about something"

he nods

"a week ago, i came up here to grab you for dinner but i stopped when i heard noises coming from your room." you started.

anakins face instantly grew red, and his face dropped to the floor.

"i went to walk away, but then i heard my name, ani you can't be having these thoughts about me"

you stopped talking, giving anakin a second, you just embarrassed him.

he doesn't speak, so you continue "i'm your dads wife. this isn't appropriate"

he looks up at you, teary eyed, " 'm sorry " he slurs out, obviously fighting back crying.

your heart broke, you didn't want him to feel bad for what he did, "hey, anakin. it's okay, im not mad at you" you say grabbing his cheek, wiping his tears.

he leans into your touch, with a slight whimper.

"i'm sorry, please don't leave me" he says, grabbing your wrists.

"i'm not gonna leave you ani, please calm down"

he's still crying, "i just love you so much, i need you" he's now practically in your lap, your rubbing your fingers through his hair.

"ani, i'm your step mother"

he cries more, grabbing at anything he could.

"mommy" he sobs out, bringing his head up to look at you, he's broken. face red and puffy with tears.

your heart breaks, you little ani feeling this bad, "ani it's okay, stop shhh" you try and soothe him.

you lay him back on the bed, letting him rest on you as you cuddle him.

thirty minutes pass, he's calmed. hiccuping in your lap now.

"wanna talk?" you say running your fingers through his hair. he nods and sits up to face you.

"i'm so sorry y/n" he says, grabbing your hands, "please don't hate me"

"i could never hate you, it's okay"

he stares at you, eyes wide, so innocent.

"please let me be a good boy for you"

you tilt your head, "ani no, this isn't appropriate"

"i hear the way you moan with my dad, how fake it sounds, let me show you how much you mean to me" he says, his once blue eyes, dark and lidded.

he listens when you and his dad have sex?

such a naughty boy.

his hands go up your arms to your shoulders, "please let me be good for you mommy"

you can't deny the heat forming, this shouldn't turn you on.

but to have anakin, sitting in front of you. BEGGING for you, crying for you, it's something you'd never imagine.

"ani.."

he stops you, "please, i've loved you since i met you, look" he jumps up to grab his camera off his desk.

he flips through all the pictures, you doing normal things, you cooking, you showering, and worst of all. you sprawled out in your bed, dildo in hand pleasuring yourself.

fuck

this is insane, you thought. this is wrong. he's been watching you??

he wasn't done, he pulled a box out from under his bed.

all your missing underwear, you knew the washer wasn't eating that many.

"see, i want you. i crave you"

he says. on his knees, infront of the bed.

you can't deny the throbbing in between your legs, this was disgusting.

but you loved every second of it.

you knew anakin was attracted to you but you didn't think he was a pervert.

"such a dirty boy anakin, what do you do with all this?"

he moaned, "i touch myself" he says shyly.

how can he be so shy after showing this to you.

you loved it.

"show me"

his head jerks up, confusion on his face. but your serious. sitting back to make room for him on the bed.

"be a good boy anakin, show mommy" he waste no time in undoing the strings to his pants, pulling them down and climbing on the bed.

god he was big, much bigger then your husband.

"oh ani, you're so pretty baby"

you moans, before grabbing his throbbing cock, red angry tip leaking precum. just for you.

his pace is slow, agonizing, he's wanting this to last for ever.

"baby you can do better then that, i want you to cum for me. think you can do it?"  you say running your fingers through his hair before reaching the base and jerking.

the moan that fell from his lips, was nothing but sinful. the pace on his cock increasing, rubbing himself raw.

you say nothing but praises, letting the boy know how well he's doing, and how you're so proud.

you can tell he's getting close when your movements become sloppy and erratic. whimpers escaping his mouth, before his release shakes his entire body.

you help him through it, kissing his head and rubbing your hands on him to help ground him.

he's on cloud 9, he feels so good and to have your hands on him. he's soft cock, slowly getting bigger again, the thought of your sweet pussy engulfs his mind.

the sweet smell he's gotten from your panties, he wants the real thing.

"m-mommy need your pussy, please" the redness on his cheeks, the mess he's made on his stomach. is all too much for you to keep your composure.

"since you've been such a good boy, you can eat mommy out"

you barely finished your sentence before your pants and underwear are being thrown off and his head his between your legs, lapping up all your sweet juices, inhaling your scent.

he takes you clit into his mouth, sucking harshly, inflicting a harsh groan from your throat.

he's eager and eating like this is his last meal, he starved. wanting nothing more then your pussy in his face.

"oh ani, you're so good to me" you moan out cause him to rut against his mattress. he’s pussy drunk, letting his tongue touch every inch of your soaking pussy, you’ve never felt this good.

you didn’t think it get better, until you feel a warm finger entering you. your back arches, god he is making you crazy.

“anakin, oh my god” the right coil in your stomach burning. anakin continues his actions, curling his finger as his lips are attached to your clit.

“ani, im gonna cum, keep going, don’t st-“ you were cut off by your own orgasm, ripping through your entire body. you’ve never came this hard.

anakin moans, face soaked with all your juices, lapping up what he could.

“mommy did i do good?” he asks with innocence in his eyes, you brush his blonde curls out of his face, “so good baby”

he climbs up to lay with you, cock still painfully erect, taking notice, you reach down and touch him so gently. he moans and thrusts into your hand.

“should mommy help you baby?” his head nods frantically, hoping you’d give him what he wants.

“lay down on your back” you say pushing his chest till he’s laid flat. climbing up to hover above him. his cock so close to you, he could feel the heat radiating from you.

moaning as you grab him, guiding the tip through your folds, pushing it slowly into you as you sink all the way to the base.

he stretched you so well, reaching every part of your body. loving how full you felt.

he looked beautiful under you, absolutely stunning. hair all disheveled, lips red and puffy, tears staining his face, you wanted to ruin him.

lifting yourself so slowly, feeling every inch of his beautiful cock, humming as you sing back down, with more force.

picking up pace, bouncing so heavenly on his cock, anakins brain cannot think straight. his mouth agape as the only thing falling from it is moans, sweet boy can’t even think straight.

fucking yourself, using anakin as if he was just some fuck toy, he loved it. his hands finding your waist gripping it so hard you’re sure there’ll be bruises. loving the thought of him leaving marks on you drove you to bounce harder wanting to reach your climax.

anakin became frantic, “mommy gonna cum, inside please, fill you up” he’s ranting.

“hold it anakin, not yet” not wanting to lose your own orgasm. fucking your self harder, ignoring his pleas.

anakin cums, cums hard inside you. filling you up, making such a mess. his eyes open wide, “mommy, im so-“

“disobeying mommy, what a bad boy” you say still with his cock buried deep inside you, rocking back and fourth.

“too much mommy” anakin says, lightly pushing you. you hold yourself firm on him, “baby mommy’s not done, mommy wants to cum around your pretty cock. you’ll do that for me right?”

his head shakes, wanting nothing more then to please his beautiful mommy. “yes yes let me make you feel good” you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

you slowly pull off, and lay down at the head of the bed, “come here baby, make me feel good” motioning with your hands.

he climbs on top of you, eager to please, you spread your legs so he fits so perfectly. you nod your head, giving him permission to re-enter you.

he does so with a fast thrust, beginning his relentless pace, wanting nothing more then to make you cum around him. feel as your pussy flutters, squeezing his cock.

“mommy” he rambles, “so good so good”

you’re in bliss, he’s fucking you so good. your husband long forgotten. he’s never made you feel this good, you never knew this much pleasure was possible.

“oh baby, you make mommy feel so good” he moans into the crook of your neck, loving hearing how good he’s doing. making you feel so good. he lives for it.

your close, the way his cock is abusing that spot inside you, has your toes curling. you tell him how close you are, he’s holding out for you, you can tell how he so badly wants, no needs to cum.

“such a dirty boy, fucking his mommy like a bitch in heat” you couldn’t help but toy with him. edging him on.

few more thrusts and he’s coming again, filling you up for a second time.

“ ‘m sorry mommy” anakin says, slowly thrusting into you, not wanting to upset you.

“baby, it’s okay, we can stop-“

“no, need your cum”

he thrusts back into you, cock rock hard.

how does this sweet boy have this much in him, you didn’t question it when he started pounding that one spot, with his hand moving to you clit rubbing it in slow circles.

“ani” you moan out. “please like that”

he just moans as he continues his rapid pace, bringing you to your climax, squeezing down on his cock as your juices spill making a mess of his bed.

his fourth orgasm isn’t long after, chanting about filling you with his cum.

he slumps down on your chest, soft cock still inside.

“such a good boy for mommy, you did so good baby” you say while rubbing circles on his back.

he sits up, and pulls his cock out, watching all his cum ooze out of you. mesmerized in how you squeeze down on nothing.

he takes his finger and pushes his cum back inside of you, leaning his head on your shoulder, “want you pregnant with my baby” he whispers into your ear

who knew he could be so dirty.

he lays next to you, cuddling into your side, arm wrapped around your waist.

“i love you mommy”

you smile, dragging your fingers through his hair, “i love you too baby”

“i made you feel better then my dad?”

“yes, god yes”

you could feel the smirk on your skin, “is this a one time thing?” he asks so shyly. as if he wasn’t just pounding your pussy with such disrespect.

“no baby, you’re mine forever. understand? you’re all mine.”

he smiles, pleased with your response.

“what about dad”

you completely forgot about your husband, what the fuck were you gonna do?? your just fucked your stepson.

his cum still leaking out of you, you realize how fucked you were gonna be.

“guess this has to be our secret, okay?”

anakin nodded, half asleep. absolutely exhausted from his multiple orgasms.

you sighed, pulling the blanket over the two of you, drifting to sleep yourself.

wishing that hopefully, your husband never finds out so you can keep fucking his sweet innocent son.

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a/n :

WOAH

first post, please tell me what you think.

i just love the thought of anakin being so whipped for you, he’s so submissive.

[merakiui]

SCARA WITH A MILF DARLING.... AND SPECIFICALLY **HIS** MILF.... wow...

He's gonna be so shameless about it too.... is he way way too old to cuddle in bed with "mama" ? Yes, of course. But he will anyway and his head will be on your chest. and he will cling for dear life, nobody's getting up until he says so.

A spoiled brat too he will drink up all the affection and praise and do anything to get more.... A milf darling will save him but also make him worse in other aspects I think... I'm here for it 🙈

Even better if he gets to piss off Ei with his attitude 😭

YES OMG YOU SEE THE VISION!!!!!! A milf and a nursing handjob could fix him and make him worse all at once. He deserves a loving motherly figure in his life, especially if said figure is his stepmother who cherishes him far more than Ei ever did. >_< I still can't get over how he says "my mother" in his backstory cutscene........ THE ANGUISH. OHHHHH I AM ILL. T_T IT HURTS. Even more so when you realize Ei never viewed him as her child in the way he viewed her as a mother. She just saw a puppet she had created and then set free after she realized he was unfit for the Gnosis.

Ramblings aside, these mommy issues mean he is absolutely down bad for a milf. Not just any milf. His milf!!!!!! :D AAAAAAA OTL cuddling with you and clinging like a koala omg,,,, he's so spoiled and so hungry for your attention. Scara faking being in a bad mood just so you'll hug him and then he can bury his face in your tits.

Ei seeming so displeased with his attitude!!!!! But you tell her it's fine. You coddle him too much, but then of course you would because you've never had a child of your own. And your stepson is such an angel towards you (he's a scheming devil towards everyone else, but you don't need to know that hehe)... you don't need to know he steals your undergarments or looks through your personal things (that drawer of sex toys you think is a private thing between you and Ei? He knows about it and is determined to use all of them on you at one point). You only need to know that he loves you very much and is happy you're his stepmother. Although to Scara you're more of a mother than his biological mother, so don't think too deeply about it when he drops the "step" part and simply calls you Mother.

Also,,,,,, soft non-con somno............. waking up to him fucking into you and he just shushes you to sleep. Go back to your nice dream. Let him take care of you. <3 you have nothing to worry about. Waaaa he'd have such an obsession with your tits,,, everything about your body, actually. You're just so soft and warm,,, so sweet and pliable for him in bed!!!!

[alienpossession]

My stepson is a rather troublesome kid, especially after his mother's passing. He soon dropped out of college, losing the sense of direction he had and just straight out spiralled into a mess. Not to mention that his coping mechanism involved him to hung out with the wrong crowd and start smoking too despite his mother in the past clearly forbid him since he was a prospective star athlete. He also started to grow agitated to the world and overall just disrespect authorities, which included me as the last person that is bold enough to reprimand him while on his way to do his antics

After one of our early morning argument as he arrived back home from clearly a long night he did doing God knows what, he just stormed into his room after giving me a middle finger and cursed under his breath. I decided that enough is enough and I did what I knew best to handle reckless and wild human like that

You see....I was not from this planet. I arrived around 20 years ago into this farmland where I stumbled with this young studly farmer that just about to start his days. I slid into him and never left his body as I decided that I would be safe and undetected as long as I did not slid out of him while the search for me was still active. I was paranoid that if I ever left this body, suddenly the detection system spotted me so I resisted the temptation to leave and remained hidden inside while controlling this human that I cultivated into the best version it could be. But this little punk really pushed me to my limit. I'm just so desperate trying to prove my humanity and ability to disciplined the smaller and younger human I supposedly have authority over, I pushed myself out and slid into the sleeping body of my stepson. Once I slid in, I went straight to his brain and started to work it while he's sleeping soundly with zero awareness that a far more intelligent being is currently rewiring his organ responsible for free thinking into one filled with obedience and submissiveness. I was not necessarily the expert on brain's anatomy but I know which part I should and should not touch. Once I felt like my job has been precisely executed, I slid out of his brain and entered back to my original vessel.

Now, imagine my surprise that not only I made that punk into a more docile and submissive version of himself, I somehow made him gay too as I checked on him after the rework I did to his brain. And I guess I graced the part where he can pick up aroma even more strongly this time and that caused him to be a musk-whore for everything's sweaty and pungent. His obsession to his own pits clearly were a sight to behold as it was a far cry from his womanizer self I have to witness for the past few years he brought home girls to his bedroom.

Aside from his own self, he also loved me. Not the usual familial love, this boy is clearly fucked in the head as he viewed me as some sort of authority to please. It's like him calling me daddy is laced with sexual innuendo rather than the usual way a kid called up his parents. So, like the good father I am and to avoid getting him jumped on me while I sleep as I didn't satisfy his needs, I decided to change our family time where I asked him to have dinner with me to him sniffing my feet and servicing my needs. It's not as cool (and normal human looking) as having him seated next to me watching the TV together or having warm dinners, but that's the way we live nowadays and not like he's complaining anyway.

I guess I really need to do better with all this brain rewiring

[thesunfyre4446]

I remember when the scripts for deleted scenes were being posted and Team Black was praising Daemon as father of the year for awkwardly saying “Let’s have you with us for now” to his daughter he had not seen in years even though he lived like a 1/2 hr - 1 hr fly away.

They are now pissed that this season will explore Baela’s feeling distant toward Daemon and Rhaena feeling resentment that Baela got to live with their Grandmother while she was left alone on Dragonstone with the “Braedy” Bunch. TB built a fantasy in their heads of “Girl Dad” Daemon and of Rhaena being Rhaenyra’s “favorite child” because she gives her handmaid Rhaena hand me down dresses and jewelry.

We’ve seen no evidence of Daemon being a good father or a good stepfather. We have seen Rhaena’s distressed being ignored by him because he can’t be a grown man about her not having a dragon. We have seen him hang back in the shadows and not show any concern towards his daughters who were just in a fight that ended in another child losing an eye. We saw him only step forward to (according to the script) to try and Attack Alicent from behind and to see about Rhaenyra’s wound.

We’ve seen this blood purist hate his nephews and niece who are all dragon riders that look like the picture of Old Valyria because they have a Hightower mom. Yet people believe he actually cares for Rhaenyra’s Strong sons who are more Andal than Valyrian?

While we DO see Aegon’s pride in his children. His subtle acknowledgement of his daughter who he knows enough about that he knows she has an aversion to touch like her Mother. We see him show his son more attention than both his father and his uncle have ever shown their children. We see Daemon help Rhaenyra steal his daughter’s birthright, while he see Aegon show enthusiasm in training his son to be King.

We saw Daemon not come to Rhaenyra’s aid when she was calling for him while painfully delivering a malformed stillborn baby. We never see Daemon grieve this baby, we do however see his fans say that he’s grieving the loss of the baby to excuse him abusing his wife, being a dick to his stepson and plotting the murder of a toddler.

We will however be seeing Aegon’s anguish, grief and pure unrestrained rage over the murder of his son.

yep. that's the thing that gets on my nerves anon

they've just decided that daemon is a good father despite one of his children literally saying "father ignores me", despite him not even bothering to check on his daughters after they were in a fight, despite him making rhaena feel useless because she has no dragon. we see him looking at her in silent judgment and her looking hurt. at least aemond had alicent for support when he didn't have a dragon... poor rhaena.

we never see rhaenyra interact with her stepdaughter, she invites them to join the family at the table in ep 10 - wow! congrats on not excluding your stepdaughters !!!! best mom evehhh!!! we do know, however, that she planned their marriages with rhaenys behind their back, not even bothering to ask for their consent. you'd expect rhaenyra "i do not wish to get married" Targaryen to at least let her stepdaughters know before she marry them off. we have 0 evidence of rhaenyra being a good stepmom.

and yeah, daemon is obsessed with valyrian blood and bloodlines. this man cannot even be bothered with his own children and i'm expected to believe that he gives a fuck about the strongs? he was literally angry at rhaenyra for "neglecting her roles as queen" AKA looking for her son's body.

and as for daemon as a husband... i don't think anyone's claiming he was a good husband to rhae and laena but he's horrible to rhaenyra as well. he ignored her when she was screaming in pain for him, he physically assaulted her !!

so we have daemon who ignores his children when they're bleeding, openly prefers one twin over the other, assaults his wife, ignores her when she's in pain and i'm supposed to think that he's a family man?

BUT when aegon takes his son to the council meeting, gets angry at one of his most powerful allies for snapping at his son (not really i love tyland and that scene was adorable), looks at his son lovingly and proudly, knows his son's fav games, gently taps his daughter's shoulder (idk if she doesn't like touch like hel, she just looked happy minding her own business), immediately can tell his identical twins apart WE'RE wrong for calling him a good dad? as far as westerosi standards go , yeah, i'd say he's a pretty decent dad.

and then they really try to bring up half a sentence from a TGC interview conveniently leaving out the parts where he says that aegon wasn't an absent father & he loves his kids very much lmao

[carbondioxidewater]

hi lmao, what is this. my first time doing smut, I have no idea what I'm doing. eren, what have you done to me. 🫣 I'm so ashamed, I never wanted to do smut, but now I'm here laughing lmaoooo 💀💀💀 sorry for any mistakes I haven't noticed yet btw <3

warnings: nsfw, eren x fem!reader, age gap, slightly obsessive/possesive eren?, slight stalking, fingering, oral (f!receiving)

word count: 4,5K

Senses

When Eren Jaeger met his best friends stepmom for the first time, he held his breath for a second. The world stood still for him as he imprinted your face into his head and, unable to speak properly, stuttered when he introduced himself. From that moment on, Eren gave up on every girl that wasn't you, not that you were aware of it though.

He never understood why a young and beautiful woman like you - barely 22 - dated this far too old and grumpy 36-year old man, who also happened to be a single father to a teenage kid. How could a boring man like him pull you? You were perfect, the most beautiful creature he has ever laid eyes on. He did not deserve you, he thought, his pubescent 15-year old self overwhelmed by the high testosterone in his body.

He often imagined kissing you, caressing your skin, and doing way more dirty things with you. But you never had a clue, always welcoming him like the child that he was, obviously never remotely seeing him as anything other than the best friend of your stepson.

That was until you met him again, almost 7 years later and in his prime time, girls and boys of every age stunned at the bare sight of him.

You were just casually grocery shopping - you ran out of potatoes a few days ago and you needed them for today's meal - when Eren approached you out of the blue. It took you quite a few seconds to recognize the tall male in front of you, the last time you've seen him was ages ago, his existence almost vanished from your memory. He was not only taller than you now, he also grew out his now long hair that was tied up in a man-bun, and you were sure the muscles around his veiny arms weren't there last time.

You welcomed him with a smile at this coincidental encounter.

Coincidental…If you only knew that Eren was watching you from afar ever since he recognized you a few weeks ago, observing your every move whenever he spotted you in the supermarket again.

He never forgot about you, but saying that he didn't move on with his life after you left his best friends father - which shattered his world back then, he never liked him with you, but it was the only chance of seeing you - would be a lie. Luckily, his best friend and you stayed in contact, so he stayed in touch with you too for a while, trying some minor moves here and there when they were in your apartment, but as always, you didn't take it seriously, you never did. You never paid attention to his lovesick eyes, overlooked his flirtatious behaviour towards you and took the various pick-up lines or compliments as cheeky, juvenile jokes.

One year on Valentine's Day, you were still with his best friends father, he bought you your favourite flowers and chocolate, he knew all your favourites, he paid a lot of attention already back then, and a self-made card, but you just laughed at his innocence, telling him he should have given the gifts to a girl he liked and not you.

The answer upset him. You were the girl he liked, the woman he liked, the woman he adored.

But he had to give up on you eventually, seeing he had no chance of ever crossing the barrier that's between the two of you. He distracted himself and only visited his friend when he was at his father's.

But now he was older. Now, he wouldn't give up on you anymore. Now, he was going to have you, all of you.

Eren is quite the sight now, with his sharp bone structure and those stinging, green eyes and oh, his voice. His alluring, deep voice that made the knees of everyone near him weak. Not you though, you were not aware of his seductive aura, not yet. But he would change that.

"Eren? What a surprise! I haven't seen you in ages! Didn't even recognize you at first!" you exclaimed with a smile, a smile that did outworldly damage to his heart and trousers.

"How are you doing?" you further asked.

You chatted for a while, updating each other on your current lives before heading to the checkout to pay.

After you both paid for your things, Eren only bought a protein shake - he was only there for you in the first place, knowing at what time you usually go to the supermarket - while you had two full bags of groceries, Eren offered to drive you home in his car, not letting a lady carry her heavy bags around the city on her own, as he said.

"Ah, they are not that heavy and I'm not that weak, you know. Still, thanks for offering." you excused yourself but he didn't let his chance slip away.

"I know you aren't, but it's on my way, if you still live where you used to. Really no big deal." he lied.

On his way? He had nowhere to be, coming the extra mile for you from the other part of the town where he lived, even though the girl that was the reason he's been in this district the past few months in the first place was probably waiting for his call. But she was long forgotten, you're the only one in his thoughts again. It's safe to say that he is a little obsessed even.

You agreed hesitantly and soon you were seated next to him in his car. As if to impress you, he held the wheel with just one hand, the other one placed on top of the gear shift, indirectly bringing up his ability of placing his hand up the thighs of whoever sat beside him while driving.

While thinking of doing that on yours, he smirked a little, unnoticed by you though.

"So, how has the rest of your life been going? Did you find your Mr. Right finally?" he cautiously asked the question he feared of having the answer to, the one reason he didn't dare to approach you earlier on.

He awaited your response with a quickening heart-beat, discreetly side-eyeying you. You just let out a little chuckle.

"No, not yet, I'm good on my own." you shortly replied before continuing.

Thank the gods, he thought in relief.

"And what about you? Did you find a worthy girlfriend already?" you teasingly asked, an innocent grin slightly spreading on your face.

Hell yes he did.

"Working on it." he briefly responded and you didn't know he meant you.

You nodded in response.

"Good luck then, I hope this works out." you smiled at him and his heart was missing a beat.

"Me too." he voiced, eyes not leaving yours for what felt like an eternity for him, until the traffic lights turned green and he softly let out a cough to escape his daydreaming.

It's been just a few seconds in reality though, so you did not take note of the sudden tenseness radiating next to you.

When you arrived he insisted on carrying his things to your apartment for you. You wanted to turn him down - without success.

When he stepped inside your housing, the fresh smell of the apartment together with your own personal smell that he loved and missed so much made the way up to his nose. Just smelling your perfume as you passed by resulted in his pants getting tighter. He could hide it pretty well though, his oversized joggers not letting the sight of it come through.

In the kitchen, he finally put your bags down and tucked the loose strands of his hair behind his ear, they immediately fell back down though, too short to be tucked in. He walked around a little, reminiscing in nostalgia before noticing the flowers in the living room and speaking up again.

"Who are they from?" he asked, panicking over the possibility that you were seeing another man.

"Are tulips your favourite flowers?" They weren't. He knew your favourites were bluebells. But he couldn't let you know he knows.

"Actually, my favourites are bluebells, but I like tulips too." you replied to him.

"Whoever got you these must be an unmindful dirtbag then." he impudently announced and you laughed.

"Well, you could say that." you said with a chuckle.

"But enough talking about meaningless stuff, can I offer you a drink? I have water, apple juice or tea-…" you listed.

Meaningless stuff? Nothing about you was meaningless to Eren, he wants to know everything about you.

"Just water please, thanks."

"No need to thank me, that's the least I can do to pay back your help."

"You don't have to pay back anything. I insisted on it, you don't owe me a thing." he quickly made clear, not wanting you to feel as if you're in his debt.

"Wow, I wish my boyfriends would've had this mindset." you joked while heading to the kitchen, Eren slowly following you.

"You might as well make me your boyfriend then." Eren remarked and you thought he was kidding until you saw the stern expression in his face.

He stepped closer to you, seducing eyes laid on yours as your back leaned against the fridge. The lust was written all over his face, the latter coming nearer and closer to yours. Your heart quickened its pace and a certain nervousness went through your body. He stopped right before your face.

"Kiiiddinggg" he then voiced lowly and you were taken aback. Never before did you feel such unknown feelings around him, around anyone to be specific.

You've never felt nervous around other men, only felt comfort with your previous partners. No butterflies in your stomach, no increasing heart-beat. You dated out of reason, not passion.

But in this moment, your lower belly started to tingle uncomfortably and you noticed a sensation that was only familiar to you because it appeared whenever you were expected to introduce an important presentation at work.

You didn't catch up on the fact that it was in fact Eren who made you feel like that due to the unknown feelings inside of you. You thought you were just stressed about something subsconciously.

You didn't realize yet that, from now on, you'll start to see Eren with different eyes. But you would understand soon, Eren would make sure of that.

It wasn't until the next time you saw Eren with your former stepson - standing at your door - that you discovered that the uneasiness swarming over your body was actually his doing. You tried to shake off those thoughts and feelings, in your eyes he was still the youngster, although a small part of you slowly started to see the young, attractive man he bloomed into.

And the fact that he suddenly showed up everywhere you set a foot on, making sneaky and flirty remarks here and there, consuming your mind like an unquenchable, raging fire didn't make things easier. You didn't know if your brain was tricking you and you were seeing things that weren't there or if Eren's presence, this threatening but exciting aura, was really there when you couldn't make out his figure.

But you didn't oversee his obvious attemps anymore. All of a sudden, bundles of bluebells were sent your door in regular intervals and your former stepson and his best friend came over surprisingly often. You even started to tell your friends about it, being ashamed of your own, baffling feelings, but they didn't see the clear problematic, even telling you to go after it and enjoy yourself.

"He's only 23. This feels weird." you said, talking into the microphone of your phone.

"You were just 22 too when you dated this lame old man." a friend of yours remarked.

You chuckled at her response, she never liked your ex. It was true, you were very young the time you dated him, but you never regretted it, thinking you were mature enough for this relationship. But now that you were in this situation, you didn't know if Eren was mature enough. Of course you didn't plan to ever go after your weird new feelings, but just rhetorically thinking about it: 6 1/2 years is a huge gap, especially considering that at his age, he still isn't completely grown up.

Eren knew how obvious he was. That was his plan ever since he saw the nervosity in your eyes in the kitchen. Seeing you like this, behaving clumsily on his account, only fueled his hunger for you. Finally, your eyes were directed at him.

It was another day of Eren and your Ex's son visiting you. Usually, whenever your stepson headed over for the night, he was staying in your guest room. Tonight was one of those nights and this time, Eren was staying too.

The bare presence of him made you uneasy. You went around your living room, back and forth between the window on the one side and the door at the opposite, when it suddenly ringed at the door. You knew who it was.

Eren in the guest room listened carefully to the soft timbre of your voice.

"Go home, Caleb, I have guests. I told you it's over." you quietly muttered, your Ex, or could you even call him that, you've only met up a few times before you called it quits, continued walking up the stairs to your apartment.

"Your stepson again? Really, you should finally end this, how long have you and his father been separated now? Why are you still in touch with him?" he growled and you rolled your eyes.

"He will always be part of my life." you commented, even though your relationship now is more of a brotherly-sisterly one.

Eren curiously asked his friend who the man on the other side of the door was.

"I don't know, probably one of her thousand admirers…Don't tell me you still have a crush on her." he grinned, one brow raised as he awaited his best friend's answer.

Eren just smirked.

"What if I had?" he cockily asked.

"Never gonna happen bro, forget about her. She's out of your league. Literally."

"Just wait and see." Eren hummed, arms behind his head as he smiled against the door, eavesdropping once again.

"Come on, let me in, I just want to talk a little." the man in front of you pleaded.

"I told you everything you need to know. Now, would you be so kind to leave, I'm tired." you stated but he didn't listen. Instead, he shoved you aside and pushed himself inside.

"I don't think you did. I won't leave until I'm pleased with the answer. I sent you flowers, you forgot? Those were expensive, you owe me some time." he announced, his voice deeper than before.

That's when the door to the guest room opened and someone interfered the two of you, hand gripping Caleb's and back facing your body as he looked down at the unwelcomed man.

"She doesn't owe you a thing. Those were expensive? Yeah, they also were the wrong ones. You could've at least put some effort and bring her her favourites. If I heard it right, she told you to leave." Eren remarked and you looked up at him in shock.

Caleb, overwhelmed with the situation when a second guy came out of the room and positioned himself next to Eren, walked a few steps back before making poor excuses.

"Save your words, I don't care anyways. Get out of here. Now." Eren harshly threatened and Caleb did as he said, whispering cusses under his breath.

"And next time, you respect her decision, and not just when another man shows up!" Eren added before closing the door. Even though this mentality should be the bare minimum, you couldn't deny that it was attractive to you.

"Sorry for interfering, are you okay?" he then asked and you quickly fell out of your trance and revisioned what has just happened.

"I don't think he would've done anything I couldn't have handled myself, but thanks anyways." you kind of thanked him, a little hesitant due to your independent nature.

Eren smiled warmly.

"I know you could have. But why should you use your energy for this piece of shit? He doesn't deserve your attention." Eren noted.

He doesn't, but I do. Save your energy for me. he thought.

"Because it's my business, not yours." you let out a little rudely.

Eren was too stunned to speak as you made your way back into the living room. Of course you wouldn't be that easy to persuade. The most thrilling part of the hunt is the chase. But obviously, he doesn't just want to have you once, he wants to have you forever. And most importantly, he wants you to choose him out of your own desire.

A few hours later, you were already growing tired, it was past midnight after all, you were making your way up to the bathroom. When you opened the door, a bare-chested Eren was standing in front of the sink, eyes glued to the mirror in front of him, busy with his shirtless reflection. He immediately noticed the intruder, promptly locking eyes with you. You too were busy with his shirtless figure in front of you, turning red from embarassment, especially because you found him so shamelessly appealing.

You shut the door instantly after forcing out a quick but faint "sorry" and went straight into the kitchen, drinking a glass of water to cool down while glancing out the window.

Soon enough, Eren left the bathroom and followed your trail. You mentally prepared yourself and turned around, but when you saw he was still shirtless, you turned your head again, not knowing where to look as it was pitch black, the only source of light being the glowing moonlight.

He came nearer until the moon kissed his face and all his marvellous features were visible. He stopped right in front of you, peering down as he mustered you sharply while your wide eyes looked up at him. His eyes were relaxed but his gaze intensely fixated at you and his mouth was closed as he calmly in- and exhaled air through his nose, his firmed chest and toned shoulders rising and falling with each breath.

The heat rose through your core at his sudden closeness and the thought of his well-trained eight-pack that was almost touching your skin. You felt like you were going insane, going feral over his piercing eyes and muscular abs like this.

"I'm sorry for invading…" you articulated, your body betraying you with a trembling voice. Eren's gaze intensified before his deep voice reached your ears.

"It's your property." he claimed, referring to your apartment with the intention of telling you not to worry. You stood silent and just gawked at his beautiful physique, which unconsciously drew you closer to him. He noticed.

"So am I." he further stated and it took you a while to process his words, your eyes still overwhelmed by the direct sight of him.

"…what?" you silently asked, not completely yourself yet and still lost in his eyes.

"I'm yours I mean." he repeated.

"..If you want me." he corrected himself, needing your approval.

"Eren…what are you saying. You're 23-"

"Doesn't matter."

"You're his best friend-."

"Doesn't. Matter."

He was persistent.

"You're tired, go to bed." you said after a while, straightening your posture and furrowing your eyebrows because you were overstrained by the current situation.

"Tired?" he laughed before continuing.

"Yeah, tired of admiring you from afar."

You were unable to speak.

"Just say no and I'll go." he took your right hand into his and led it to his mouth, gently kissing it.

"But if there is just the slightest part of you that wants this-" he turned your hand around, kissing your palm now and meeting your gaze, observing you closely.

"..then let me know and I'll do everything to please you." he closed his eyes and concentrated on the brief peck, leading your hand to his cheek and nestling his face into it then.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked after a pause.

"No." you slipped out of reflex. When you realized your answer, and the promptness it came with, you quickly diverted the focus.

"B-but what's with-"

"He's asleep. Don't worry, I'll be gentle and we'll be silent." he reassured.

That's the only thing that has stopped you. In this moment, you couldn't deny the excitement inside of you anymore. You needed him, more than you wanted to admit.

A quick nod was everything he needed to get started. Immediately, he pushed his mouth on yours, passionately making out with your puffy lips. His lips were soft and experienced, you could tell by the way he moved them, dominantly taking the lead to your content. He softly bit your bottom lip, then licked over it, connecting your tongue with his as soon as you opened up.

One hand he placed at the back of your head, pulling you even closer against him, the other was holding your hip, occasionally travelling over your butt then roughly pushing your leg up towards him and against his waist. You could feel his dick hardening in his pants as he reflexively grinded against you. But today was not for his pleasure. Today, he would make sure of your well-being, thinking of your delight as his only need of satisfaction.

The kiss was hot, a burning sensation that made you lust for more, but at the same time it was tender, a fondness inside of his raw attitude that you have never felt before. When he separated both of your lips, you already missed his taste, a mix of peppermint toothpaste and coconut lip balm. He slowly got onto his knees.

"Let me apologize properly." he spoke about the incident at the door earlier.

"Take my forgiveness." were his last words before he lifted up your night gown and caressed the fabric of your underwear.

Your still clothed pussy was already dripping of arousal at the warm touch, his fingers brushing against your lingerie until he shoved it down, your bare vulva now exposed to him, increasing the already present bulge in his pants.

Holy shit, he thought, you truly were perfect.

He made use of his long, slender fingers again and started rubbing your clit, scanning your face to make sure you enjoyed yourself. When you shut your eyes close and hummed in response, he knew he was doing good and joy grew inside of him.

When he felt like the time was ready and you were worked up enough, he shoved a finger inside of you, planting another in right after. You let out a loud moan at this sudden penetration, regretting it immediately as you remembered the sleeping man in the guest room.

"Shhh, we don't want to wake up a certain someone, do we?" Eren teased, continuing his still slower pace.

"You were looking at the moon when I came in. Go back to doing it." he raised his hand and pressed your chin up. Your back was leaned against the window seat, torso hovering over it and head tilted back in your neck as you watched the scenery upside down.

Eren couldn't believe his eyes, you bented over him like that was all he ever wished for.

When he made sure you were in the position he wanted, he shoved a third finger inside of your cunt and quickened the pace. Simultaneously, he took your slip and tucked it into your mouth, stifling your whines.

"Shhh princess, just listen to the sound of your pretty, wet folds."

This sentence alone made you go feral and when all of a sudden he started using his tongue to lick over your clit, you couldn't contain yourself anymore, rolling your eyeballs back in pure bliss. His tongue-game was just too good to be true.

"That's my good girl." he praised when he saw you were struggling and fighting to hold in your moans, using your one hand to tug at his hair and push him nearer while your other arm rested on the surface below you.

"Nah-uh!" Eren denied when you bowed your head, pushing it back again by your chin.

"I know it's hard angel, but I need you to concentrate. Can you do that for me?" Eren asked, glancing up to you and searching for approval.

You affirmed and obeyed, trying to focus on the moon again.

This was so nasty, so dangerous, so wrong, but it felt so right, the way he spoiled your core with his thought-out movements. It was a game of senses, and you loved every second of it.

Eren enjoyed the sight more than anything in his entire life, finally, he thought, he got a taste of what he craved for so long. And your juices were tastier than he could've ever imagined. He took your legs and placed them on top of his shoulders, one at a time, so you wouldn't lose your balance, so that he had a better view and an even better access to your entrance.

"Shit, you'll be the death of me. What a sweet fucking cunt." he cussed between your folds, his low voice vibrating against your skin as his nails digged into the skin of your ass.

It was him now who had to suppress his moans, cock twitching and stretching his pants until it began to hurt. He's never been this hard, what on earth were you and your delicious pussy doing to him?

You felt your release coming, walls clenching fiercely around his fingers. He took notice of it and understood. He quickened his pace, taking in all of your pussy that he could, eating you out like his life depended on it and doing god's work while at it.

The rapid change was too intense for you to not flood you with satisfaction, drowning in the euphoria of Eren making a mess out of you. You announced your high by mildly swinging your legs back and forth, whimpering hard against the fabric in your jaw that thankfully dimmed the noises, but not enough for Eren to hear.

"It's alright baby, go on." he encouraged and you did as he said.

You came all over his face, pleasure overtaking your body as you rocked your hips against his head while getting down your high. He took you through your orgasm by continuing tongue-fucking you until all of his fingers left your insides, slowly retreating one after another until your hole was empty and craving for him again.

You both panted as Eren carefully put you down on your own legs again. Standing up, he guided his fingers to his mouth, cleaning them with his own saliva, relishing in the taste of your cream while murmuring a faint "mmmhh" and narrowly holding eye contact with you. The sheer view of him enjoying your essence made your cheeks heaten up. He then took the cloth out of your mouth, adjusted your silky gown and helped you put on your wet underwear after you've recovered.

You were still out of your senses when Eren leaned his forehead against yours.

"You okay?" he asked and you just nodded, taking a glance at the gorgeous male.

"You did so good, so fucking good." he praised you again.

He pecked your forehead when he unexpectedly felt something tugging at his waist. You were grasping the belt of his pants, trying to remove it and undress him, but he quickly stopped you.

"I owe you…that…" you mumbled hazily, hinting at giving him a blowjob.

"No, no, sweetie. No pay-back with me, remember? I'm gonna take care of that later, don't you worry." he assured, but you wanted to protest.

"But-" you began, but he already interrupted you.

"We're saving that for another time. The things I plan to do to you can't be done in silence." he grinned viciously, once again kissing your head before carrying you to your room.

"But now it's time to sleep."

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

I love Sienna Mapelli Mozzi’s name

Ernest is awful, and Ernie sounds like a grandpa name and I hate the nickname Auggie for August, I prefer Gus

Archie and Lilibet are the worst names I’ve come across even more so since harry and Meghan gave them titles

Other than Brit royals, Julian of Sweden and Balthazar of Nassau are awful names and Vincent of Denmark and Liam of Nassau

Hearing that Eugenie named her son Ernest and calls him Ernie makes me think of this:

And I'm not sure that evoking "you make bathtime so much fun" is a good idea when the kid's grandfather is....well, let me just show you.

(Link)

I agree that Gus is a better nickname for August, but Gus reminds me of these guys:

And they are just too iconic to be replaced.

And since we're talking about pop culture, Balthalzar reminds me of

The character's name is Belthazar. The actor who portrayed him is Julian McHale. So congratulations, double-whammy for that character.

I don't mind Vincent and Liam. I actually quite like the name Liam, but that kid is never going to live up to the Liamest Liam of all:

And Vincent is the formal name of Vinny's, which was the local pizzeria of my childhood, so.

Anyway.

But on a positive note, Sienna is like Zara. The right name for the right girl to modernize her generation of royal relations. Beatrice did what Eugenie wanted to do, but a million times better and I hope Eugenie is rotting in her contempt.*

(*There's been rumors for a few years now that Eugenie was obsessed with having the first grandchild for Andrew and Sarah but they actually think of Wolfie, Beatrice's stepson, as their first grandchild instead of Auggie, and that's caused some animosity between the sisters.)

[resident-gay-bitch]

mommy issues

part 12 / contents

eddie was out the door before he could even process standing up. somehow his pants were back on, and his sneakers were loosely on his feet, and his keys were in the ignition and - okay, he needed a second to think.

what the fuck was he doing?

did he make it up? he probably made it up. you wouldn't... there's no way... but...

god. he smacked his head against the steering wheel a few times, groaning. okay, so, the picture was pretty vivid in his mind now. yeah, get home drunk, let you help him change, said something horny and inappropriate which led to you being your confident self and telling him... holy shit, you wanted to fuck him.

you wanted to fuck eddie.

eddie the freak.

your stepson.

eddie was positively losing his goddamned shit.

what was he doing? he had no idea. but the van was in gear and he was zooming down the makeshift road of the trailer park before he could let his thoughts get to him. he was horny and obsessed and if there was any chance that what you had said was true, he was gonna take that fucking chance. he needed you so fucking bad, you consumed him entirely.

he pulled up at your place a lot sooner than he should have, defiently having ran a few stop signs, maybe a red light or two. who knows? he didn't care. not now. not when his virginity was on the line.

he quickly checked himself over in the mirror, fixing up his bangs and random strands of hair to look his best for you. thankfully this was a good hair day.

he clambered out of the van and bounced up the steps to your apartment in a flash, giving his hair a little shake and his fingers a crack before he was knocking on the door. not a single thought other than you in his head.

"bunny?" you smiled at him as you opened the door, "didn't expect to see you so soon, didn't we just talk?"

eddie nodded his head and stepped into the apartment, watching you close the door behind him. he was a little scared, now that he was here, and you were there, still looking as gorgeous as you did at the video store.

"you okay, sugar?" you asked, stepping a little closer.

eddie loved the way your hips swayed when you walked. they looked even better in those goddamned jeans. he nodded his head a few times before frantically shaking it no.

"what's going on?" you asked, hands reaching out to sweep back his hair.

he preened into the touch, letting your soft palm cup his cheek. he couldn't take his eyes off of you. he was hard and needy and nervous as fuck.

"i... i remember."

"remember what, baby?"

"what you said." eddie swallowed, "what we... talked about, when i was drunk."

your eyes widened a little, and you smirked, "oh you do, huh?" eddie nodded, "and you raced over here to tell me?"

eddie swallowed and nodded again.

you chuckled in that malicious, teasing way that drove him insane, "you've been waiting for it, haven't you?"

eddie nodded his head again, words apparently weren't things he knew how to say anymore.

"what made you remember?"

"i was... uh..." eddie averted his eyes for the first time since he got here, cheeks pink and warm, "i was about to jerk off."

you grinned, and it was so goddamned sexy, "were you gonna think about me?"

eddie didn't move, too afraid to say yes, and too afraid to lie.

you nodded your head once, "nervous, sweetie?" you placed your hand over his heart, feeling it race.

eddie shrugged, "should i be?"

"i don't know, you tell me."

he swallowed, "you said you didn't want to fuck me." he stated blankly.

you furrowed your brow, "when'd i say that?"

"in the bathroom." eddie pointed to it, "after danny broke my nose. you... you said you don't fuck pathetic people willingly."

you grinned, "correct." you shrugged, "but when did i ever say you were pathetic?"

eddie's lips parted with shock, "you don't think i'm..."

"well," you tipped your head to the side, "you do get a little pathetic when i'm around. follow me around like a lost puppy, but it's endearing. makes me feel special." you winked and he just about melted, "you're not pathetic, you just get a little pathetic around me."

eddie whimpered.

you grabbed his chin lightly, tipping it up, and even though he had to look down on you, he was falling victim to your control, "just like that."

he licked his lips, mouth dry and breath short. he didn't know what to say. he didn't know what to do. he was way in over his head and painfully, painfully horny.

you placed your hand on his chest and shoved him backwards a few steps until the back of his knees hit the couch, and he was falling down into it. you straddled his thighs in swift motion, and he barely comprehended it before you were up against him, body warm against his.

your hand was in his hair, tugging it back so he had to look up at you, his mouth was parted open and holy shit was he done for. he felt like he was about to bust in his jeans.

your face was so close to his, he could feel your warm breath on his lips and cheek. his head felt dizzy and he definitly wasn't in control of his mind or body anymore. but that's okay, because you were. and he'd do absolutely anything you said, without question.

"you feelin okay, bunny?" you asked, a seductive whisper that made his spine tingle.

he nodded his head, a pathetic hum that sounded more like a moan worked it's way out.

your hand wrapped around his neck loosely, sliding up until it forced his head back more, you were holding him still. making him look up at you like you were some divine thing. and in eddie's eyes, you absolutely were.

"you sure, baby? because you don't sound too good." you smirked, and fuck, eddie was already addicted to your teasing, "what pretty sounds your making, hmm. can't even talk. look at you."

eddie didn't try to stop his whimper then, nor the moan that followed. he wanted so desperatly to buck his hips up, to have you grind against him, but he was so scared that you'd tell him off if he did. that he was reading this wrong. that he was way in over his head. so he forced himself to be still, listen to you, do as you said.

"so naughty, aren't you?" you'd asked, whispering in his ear, "thinking of your stepmommy to jerk off."

eddie pouted his pretty pink lips, looking at you with his soft doe eyes. he felt horribly, guilty. so fucking guilty. but holy fuck was he hard.

"so bad, hmm. you gonna think about me touching you whilst you stroke your cock, baby? hmm?" your breath was hot on his ear, your nails digging into his scalp and his neck, and eddie was definitely in heaven, "do you cum to the thought of me bouncing on your cock a lot, bunny?"

eddie swallowed, looked you in the eye. he was nervous, he was so nervous to say yes but he couldn't bare to lie to you. not anymore. not when you looked at him like that.

he nodded his head, "all the time."

you grinned, thumb reaching up to pull at his bottom lip, "oh, how pathetic."

eddie whimpered, pouted some more, "m'sorry. m'so sorry-"

your hand was gripping his face, nails digging into his cheeks and forcing his lips to puff forward. he had to shut up, both from the shock and the literal inability to keep talking.

"what would you do if your daddy found out about that, huh?" you asked, eyebrows raised, "he'd be so mad you tried to steal me from him, wouldn't he?"

eddie nodded, eyes fixated on you. he was hypnotised.

"don't you think it's wrong, bunny? to think of mommy like that?" you pouted your lip at him, "all this time you've been thinking about fucking me and haven't bothered to tell me. isn't that just mean?"

he really wasn't sure what to think.

"poor baby." you sighed, "poor, sweet, baby. shame, coulda-"

you were both so rudely interrupted by the door being opened and danny walking inside. of course, you had just told him you needed to rush home before danny finished work. eddie was stupid. so fucking stupid.

and he was scared, so scared he was about to get another beating and that you would get a worse one for being like this with eddie. it was all his fault. all his stupid fucking fault.

if he hadn't have been so goddamned horny and just thought for a moment, maybe given you a call!

but lucky you were a quick thinker. you lifted your hips so you were kneeling, not sitting on him anymore. and your hands were on his face, thumb tugging on eddie's cheek just below his eye, blowing in it softly.

"there, eddie, think it's gone."

"what're you doin?" danny asked, door slammed shut.

you swiped your thumb under eddie's eye, wiping away the 'tear' you pretended was there, "eddie got an eyelash in his eye, it was bugging him so much. feel better, sweetheart?"

eddie blinked a few times and nodded, "ah, yeah... thanks."

"no problem." you smiled sweetly, as you always do, and hopped off the couch and over to your fucking husband, "hiya baby, how was work?"

danny pulled you into an embrace, kissing your lips softly, "good love, how was your day?"

"got lot's done around here." you smiled, scratching your hair and turning to look at the clean apartment, "cleaned your boot's up."

danny smiled, pet you on the ass and headed off for the kitchen. you glanced over to eddie, who was now sitting with a pillow over his lap and red, red cheeks. you touched your lips softly, covering up the smile you knew you shouldn't have had. you walked over to the kitchen, busying yourself with the dinner you had previously been preparing and making small talk with danny. but eddie didn't care to listen.

he was too busy thinking about you.

you on his lap, so close, whispering those sinful things in his ear. he felt like he was about to combust.

he was broken out of his horny daze when you shrieked. he was ready to jump to your aid, defend you from his fucktard of a father again.

but he looked at you, and you were in danny's arms, being spun around and smiling.

ew.

you kissed him, and then again, muttering thank you's inbetween. danny sat you down on the kitchen counter, hands on your hips and he kissed you more. eddie watched. you pulled back, but danny squeezed your ass and pulled you back in with a dark chuckle. he kissed you again, and eddie could hear the wet slap of your mouths on eachother. your eyes were open, and you looked at eddie, a sadness in them. but only for a moment, then it looked like you were smirking.

eddie couldn't deal with this.

he was up and heading for the front door, ready to cum and cry all in one. he was fucking done for.

"no, bunny-" you pulled back from the kiss, only to be pulled back in, but you shoved him off, "danny, ed-"

"don't worry about him-"

"ed!" you called, trying to hop down from the counter.

eddie slammed the door before he could hear anything else. he wiped his eyes as he bounced down the steps, rage, hate and hurt swarming his body. he didn't know what to think. one minuet you wanted him, the next you didn't. one minuet you hate danny's guts, the next your thanking him and initiating make out sessions.

eddie slammed the door of his van once safe and inside and pressed his palms into his eyes. god, why did he want to cry? this was so fucking pathetic.

he writhed, still so hard from you. from everything about you. it was mean. you were so mean to him, teasing him constantly, saying such dirty things and never giving him the satisfaction of relief. not even a fucking kiss. though, eddie couldn't blame you. no one fucking wanted him, it was entirely his own fault for being attracted to you. but god, it fucking sucked right now.

he couldn't even care less anymore, his dick hurt so much and there wouldn't be anyone around at this time, here. so he unbuckled his jeans and started to rub one out, he couldn't wait the whole five minuet drive home.

he closed his eyes, head tipped back, grip tight on his angry cock as he jerked off to the thought of you. of you on top of him again, whispering those things, whispering more. he pictured you naked, he pictured you on your knees, looking sinful and sucking on your fingers with those red nails that drove him mad.

you were the definition of every single wet dream eddie had ever had and he couldn't last. not any longer. he bit his lip with the subtle moan of your name as he came.

right as someone slamed their hands on his side window, their face pressed up there too in an attempt to scare him.

his cum shot up on the window and... gareth screamed, jumping back and falling on his ass, dragging jeff and grant with him.

eddie quickly tucked himself away and grabbed an old napkin to wipe it off the window and door, and his hand... and the steering wheel.

"shit- shit, shit. shit."

"dude!" gareth shouted, "fucking public indecency or whatever!"

"sorry!" eddie groaned, winding the window down because it wouldn't wipe away properly, and that way he could just cover the evidence until later.

he tossed the used tissue and wiped his sticky hands on his jeans.

"why the fuck are you jerking it in your car?" jeff asked, tending to gareth who looked petrified.

"because i was fucking hard." eddie gripped the steeringwheel.

"it's feral." gareth whined.

"oh, ease up." eddie sneered at him, "you know the amount of time's ive walked in on you jerking off?"

"yeah..." gareth scrunched up his face, "but if that window wasn't closed i would have been covered in it."

eddie laughed, "you'd fucking like that, wouldn't you?"

"jackass." gareth mumbled, shaking himslef off.

"what are you even doing here?"

"we wen't to yours to hot box, remember?" grant asked, "wayne said you'd probably be here."

"shit, yeah, forgot." eddie hummed.

"you okay, man?" jeff asked.

eddie shrugged, "fuckass of a dads probably fucking my stepmum right now, what do you think?"

"thanks for that mental image," gareth walked around the van to the passenger side, "are you trying to scar me?"

"yes." eddie pointed at him as gareth clambered into the van, "that is my main goal in life."

"hmm." gareth nodded.

eddie turned to the back of the van to see jeff and grant climbing in through the doors and pulling them shut.

"so why were you here?" gareth asked, pulling the joint he stole from eddie's room out of his pocket and lighting it.

eddie shrugged, "was horny, wanted to see her."

"wow." jeff laughed, "you're fucking desperate, man."

"she's hot, alright?" eddie said, snatching the joint from gareth, he really needed it, "fuckin sue me- you know, i caught her renting porn today?"

"no fuckin way, girls don't watch porn." gareth shook his head.

"yeah, they do." eddie furrowed his brow, taking another hit before handing it back to jeff.

"they do." grant agreed, "i've seen my sisters collection, it was horrifying."

eddie snapped his fingers and pointed at grant.

"no way." gareth said, "porn's gross."

"girls are gross." jeff shrugged, "don't you remeber maya last year… we went to her house and i accidentally found her vibrator and shi- oh, no you weren’t there.”

“you what?” gareth asked, “and no one told me of this?”

“she asked us not to!” eddie wailed.

“when have you ever cared about that? i could have used that as an in.” gareth argued.

“we told you to make a move on her afterwards for weeks, but you were too pussy.” grant said.

“yeah.” eddie shrugged, snatching the joint back, “we only followed her request to not tell you because she had a picture of you in the stash. so like… bro code.”

“are you joking?” gareth asked.

“nah man,” jeff laughed, shaking his head, “for real. we tried to hook you guys up for months but your both idiotic pussies.”

“fuck.” gareth groaned.

“yeah.” grant laughed, “your loss.”

“no shit.”

“how’s stephanie going anyway?” eddie asked, passing the spliff gareth’s way, “fucked her yet?”

“yeah.” gareth nodded his head, “last night, actually.”

“hey!” jeff slapped him on the shoulder, “way to go, g. stealing innocent girls virginities left front and centre.”

gareth laughed, “i know. took me three weeks to get past fingering and shit. like, is there that much difference between my dick or my tongue?”

“apparently.” eddie shrugged, “i wouldn’t know.”

gareth laughed, “loser. you keep this crush on mommy dearest up forever your never gonna lose it.”

“fuckin tell me about it.”

“speak of the devil.” grant nodded his head out eddie’s window, and they all turned to look.

there you were, in your tight jeans and wedges, your shirt buttoned wrong and untucked this time, your hair a little less put together.

“walk of shame.” jeff whispered, laughing to himself.

“what i’d give to see that leaving my bedroom.” gareth hummed, resting back in his seat and taking a hit.

“lay off,” eddie slapped him in the chest, still looking at you, “she’s mine.”

“oooohh.” grant leant forward between the seats, “possessive.”

jeff laughed, “get a grip, eddie.”

“shut the fuck up.” eddie hissed at them before leaning out his open window, folding his arms on the frame and grinning, “he’s scared ya off for good? finally running away? need me to hand him the divorce papers?”

his voice seemingly caught you off guard, making you jump and clutch your keys to your chest with a shriek. eddie found it cute, he liked the way it made your hair bounce, and- god, get a fucking grip, eddie!

you giggled, the sweetest sound eddie had ever heard, and took a deep breath after realising it was just him, “you caught me!” you smiled, flashing your arms out a little, “no, i was actually on my way to find you, bunny.”

eddie felt either jeff or grant - he couldn’t see which - prod him in the back at your little nickname. he heard all three of them quietly snicker. he clenched his jaw, preying they didn’t scare you off like the bunch of jackasses they were.

“oh, really?”

you nodded, waking a little closer, “you kinda just… stormed out. was worried about you. thought i might be able to catch you at a red light, danny’s pretty quick.”

eddie shrugged, pouting his lip slightly, “thanks for that mental image.”

you giggled softly, “what? just emphasising how shit it is to be with him.”

he nodded, “just didn’t need to see you necking my dad, is all.”

you shrugged, taking a few slow steps closer, a shit eating grin printed on your pretty lips, “why? you jelous?”

eddie turned pink. another hushed snicker erupted from behind him, someone - presumably gareth - kicked him in the back. eddie tried his best to stay calm, he sat up straight, trying to block out the fuckwits though the window.

you stepped up, resting your elbow on his side mirror, and then your cheeks turned pink too. eddie had never seen you flustered before.

“oh, you have friends- i mean, of course you have friends! i just-“ you laughed nervously and it caught him off guard, “shit. sorry.”

“n- no. it’s fine.” eddie shook his head, he didn’t know how to go about your nervous state.

you were always so confident, so sure of yourself.

you cleared your throat, seemingly switching it back on, “boys.” you smiled at each of them, “getting up to no good, i presume?”

jeff shoved the joint behind his back, “…no.”

you rolled your eyes, reaching your perfectly manicured hand into the car and beckoning him forward with two fingers, “hand it over.”

jeff grumbled and huffed and passed it to you. eddie heard grant grumble something about how he thought you were cool, and eddie elbowed him. you smirked and took a hit, blowing the puff into the van before shoving it between eddie’s pert lips. he heard jeff and grant whisper a never mind, she’s cool.

“why you back?”

“never left.” eddie shrugged.

“no?” you asked again.

“i was about to, when these lugnuts popped up out of nowhere.”

gareth leant forward with his most confident grin, “we figured we’d find eddie here, lucky we caught him right as he came to his car.” he eyed eddie.

eddie scrunched up his face, clenching his jaw at his best friend.

“ah, timing.” you grinned, leaning on the window seal now, “just hot boxing?”

jeff nodded his head, “yeah, missus thomas.”

you gave him a weird look, “don’t call me that shit, makes me sound old… and happy.”

eddie laughed, “maybe you are old.”

you grinned at him, “compared to you, baby, but i’ve still got a lot of life left in me.”

eddie shied away. he didn’t know why, perhaps it was your eyes, they seemed to always have an effect on him.

“you most certainly are not old.” gareth swooped in with his flirtatious sucking up, as always, “how old are you, anyway? you look a little young to be married to that douche.”

“i am.” you grinned, “but whatever pays the bills, right?”

“okay, now i’m curious.” jeff lent forward, “how old are you?”

“yeah?” grant leant forward too.

“hmm, guess.” you smiled.

“twenty three.” gareth guessed, leaning back against the window and eyeing you up a little.

eddie glared at him, she’s mine.

gareth shrugged and continued to flirt, if you don’t make a move, i will.

“you're sweet.” you giggled, “but not even close.”

“no way.” gareth shook his head, “you can’t be over twenty five.”

you seemed to be glowing, cheeks a dusted pink and a satisfied smile on your lips. eddie wished he could put that look on your face. instead it was stupid gareth.

“i most certainly am.”

“twenty six.” jeff asked, narrowing his eyes.

you shook your head.

“twenty seven.” grant asked.

you shook your head again.

“twenty eight?” gareth asked.

you giggled and shook your head no.

eddie groaned, throwing his head back, “can you stop flirting with my step mum, please, g? we get it, she’s pretty!” eddie looked back at the other two, “and i don’t get why your flirting, your both in a committed relationship with eachother!”

“i’m just genuinely curious now.” grant huffed.

“she really doesn’t look any older than… twenty nine?”

you shook your head again, laughing at their teenage antics softly.

“g. cool it.”

“can’t help it.” he grinned, shooting you a wink that made you giggle, “i see a beautiful lady and i need to woo her.”

“i’m flattered, really gareth.” you smiled, wiggling your hand out, “but i’m married, and your eighteen.”

gareth pouted, “eighteen with the experience of a twenty five year old.”

“oh yeah?” you asked, leaning on the frame with a cocky smirk and eddie felt very jelous, “fuck a lot of girls, baby?”

gareth nodded, “so many.”

you gave him a look that made him think like he had won, “then i suggest an std test, baby. can never be too careful.”

gareth huffed, sinking down in his seat, and the other guys laughed. eddie grinned at you, feeling quite proud. you chucked him a little wink.

eddie leant his elbow on the window beside you, resting his head against the door so he could look down at you softly. take in your prettiness. he couldn’t work you out, but he was never going to stop trying.

“thought you didn’t willingly fuck pathetic guys.” eddie said, recapping himself from before, watching your face morph into something a little left of happy, “seemed pretty eager before.”

you smiled at him softly, ignoring the whispered commentary coming from inside the van, “danny and i got into it again thismorning… something stupid and minor, but sex is the easiest fix.” you shrugged, reaching into your back pocket, pulling something out, “i prepared for his arrival, bunny.”

eddie took the sheet of silver from you to inspect. viagra. you were on fucking viagra. that’s why you were so desperate for danny.

that’s why you came onto eddie the way you did.

his cheeks went pink, and he couldn’t tear his eyes from the packet.

he’d totally just humiliated himself up there because you were on goddamned viagra.

gareth snatched the packet from him with a laugh, “fuck. danny can fucking suck it.”

“yeah.” you laughed, scratching your forehead, “makes it a little easier.”

eddie nodded his head.

“hey, ah…” you shrugged, “you boys want some dinner?”

“don’t wanna go back up there with him.” eddie muttered, eyes still fixed on his lap.

“he’s napping.” you smiled, reaching out to hold his hand softly, “c’mon. got a good meal up there. we can watch some movies? danny’s heading up to indy tonight anyway.”

“why?” jeff asked, handing the packet back to you.

you grinned, “he’s buying me a car! a real sweet one too apparently. and it’s all legal, i believe.” you clapped your hands together, “it’s gonna be amazing.”

“hmm.” eddie nodded.

“c’mon baby, come have some food. you’ll brighten up.” you smiled at him softly.

eddie sighed, nodding his head. the boys all began to clamber out of the van, and you took a couple of steps back. eddie grabbed his keys and started to wind the window back up without a second thought. he was looking at you as he did, giving you a happy smile. he couldn’t keep his frown around you for too long.

but his smile dropped when the big smudge of cum stuck to his window obscured his view of you. he saw his friends all break into uncontrollable laughter around you. you leant back to whisper something to them, which eddie assumed was to ask what was on his window. you giggled softly when eddie jumped out the van.

“you okay, eddie?” you’d asked, acting as if nothing had happened.

“yup, so good.” he nodded, locking the van.

“okay, cool.” you smiled, rubbing his back softly as he walked up beside you, all of you started walking for the steps, “how about you come upstairs now?”

his fiends all burst into another fit of laughter and eddie turned so red.

“aww, nothing to be ashamed of, baby.” you smiled, squeezing his hand, “sometimes things can get a bit hard.”

another laugh from the boys.

“please shut up.” eddie whispered, closing his eyes.

you grinned, leaning into his space to whisper with a teasing smirk, “just couldn’t wait for me, huh?”

eddie looked at you a little weirdly, his heart racing.

“shame your friends showed up.” you shrugged, taking another step forward, “if you’d made it back to the trailer, maybe you’d be painting me rather than the window, huh?”

you had to still be on the viagra.

you grinned, bouncing back up the stairs to open the door. leaving eddie at the bottom of the staircase, on the gravel, hard again.

what the fuck!

**

part 13

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[player1064]

Obsessed with your framing of Wayne as Gary’s failson who he’s nepobabying back to success… it got my brain thinking of Jamie x Gary/Wayne blended family vibes like Jamie giving stepfather trying to connect w brat stepson energy….

And THEN I listened to MOTD T10 podcast and around 7.30 (https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/p0hx85m9) Micah talks about how Jamie is his favourite between him and Gnev because he’s Fun Dad and it’s like…. there’s something here…. Blended family vibes….

oh i am OBSESSED with this fkjghfajhdgdfs.... also love the concept of blended family here... micah having to deal with his stressy new stepdad gnev and going to dad jamie 'but you have more fun with MEEEE right' vs wazza. preferring stepdad jamie to dad gary because jamie will take him for pints while gary just nags at him to get a job

[crabbytime]

So it's occurring to me that I should probably be posting my OCs here but my braincells are low so we're starting off with the one I made most recently

Meet Ultrawoman Cancer! She's the HR woman who hates everyone and nobody can do anything about it because she's the only person in the HR department and its founder.

She initially started as a meme-sona because my friend @futariwadorkycure and I do watch parties for Ultraman series' and I could not stop making "These people would not survive HR" jokes, but then she became her own thing, and thus Cancer was born.

Her lore is a heavy mix of things we thought would be funny and my angst-heavy ass sprinkling in a few bricks of depression. Her being Belial's estranged wife was funnily enough a meme addition and we ran with it. Mainly cause she married him post-Reiblood.

If tumblr didn't kill me then a summary of her lore can be read under the cut.

She hails from O-50 and is half-human on her mother's side and grew up there before a kaiju killed her mom and her dad moved her to the Land of Light. She's around Ken and Marie's age, so 160,000~. She's also got a massive obsession with strength because of her trauma, but she's also smart enough to not just rush into any false promises of power. Occasionally she has impulsive moments when she thinks it'd be for the greater good or if she panics, but generally she's pretty composed aside from being a massive bitch. Her current form was obtained after completing the climb up Crusader's Peak in stilettos and the Ring of Light was intimidated by it.

She doesn't like any Ultras outside of her dad and her best friend who doesn't have a design yet because she blames them for not helping her mom. She also just thinks all of them are weak and selfish and don't earn or work for their strength because she thinks powerups and fusions are cheap methods of gaining power. The biggest part of her job as the HR woman is crossing dimensions to write their performance reports and none of them are nice in any way. She will write them up for the most petty of reasons.

She will actively just sit around while a battle happens because she feels like it's not her problem and that if the Ultras can't stop it, then they're just weak. To be fair she is quite strong, and could easily go toe-to-toe with plenty of Ultras or kaiju, so she has bite to her bark. The only time she'll participate in fights is to help with evacuation or if her help is actually needed.

Her main gimmick outside of being the HR woman is the heels. The heels are a big reason she even exists. The clacking of her heels terrifies everyone in its vicinity. Her fighting style is primarily kicking and jumping, outside of when she goes feral and all bets are off. Her melee weapon is a clipboard she doesn't use often because it's basically a deus ex machina that could kill anything and she thinks it's cheap to win that way.

She can switch between human and Ultra form and can also take on human hosts if she so wishes. Her transformation item is literally just her heels and her Rise is activated by clacking her heels together 3 times like in the Wizard of Oz. Her color timer also lasts longer because of her human heritage, making her better equipped to Earth atmospheres. Because she's a dimension-hopper, I like to shove her into various Ultra shows just to be funny.

I can go into her relationships in another post but tl;dr she has hardcore beef with Zero and Seven for mainly petty reasons and her stepson by technicality, Riku/Geed, is like the cat who follows her around and she keeps running from it. Belial is there too ig.