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baibeebrii · 5 months ago

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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.

#anakin skywalker #star wars anakin #anakin x reader #anakin smut #sub!anakin #perv!anakin #stepson #stepmom #smut #hayden christensen

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venusbyline · 13 days ago

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Jacaerys Velaryon — Nine Moons.

chapter one

— summary: After Lucerys' death and the arrival of the dragonseeds, Jacaerys no longer wants to be betrothed with Baela. He wants to marry his twin sister, even if it means going against Rhaenyra's decisions and sealing suffering in your life and his.

— pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x twin sister!reader

— type: smut, dark, sequel of Sleep (but can also be read as a standalone series)

— word count: 2.0k

— tags/warnings: female!reader, dark!Jacaerys, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, Targcest (twin brother/twin sister), dubcon, referenced rape/non-con, referenced dubcon somnophilia, forced pregnancy, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering, squirting, overstimulation, crying, dacryphilia, underage sex, curse words, pregnancy kink, minor Jacaerys Velaryon/Baela Targaryen, referenced Targaryen/Velaryon Incest (cousins), minor Rhaenyra Targaryen/Daemon Targaryen, marriage of convenience mentioned, manipulation, sexism, possessive behavior, toxic relationship, dark content, dom!Jacaerys, sub!reader, canon divergence, porn with plot. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— author's notes¹: Nine Moons is a shortfic, sequel of the one shot Sleep, written for Kinktober. Both Nine Moons and Sleep can be read as standalone.

— author's notes²: Each chapter will have its own trigger warnings.

— high valyrian words used: Idaña (twin), Hāedar (younger sister), Lēkia (older brother).

— crossposting: AO3

"YOU DISHONORED HER!”

Rhaenyra's voice sounded deep and angry during the Council meeting, everyone lowering their heads as the Queen spoke, her hands rubbing her own face before pointing at her firstborn son, her index finger trembling as she tried to get air in her lungs to continue the sermon.

"You dishonored her, Jacaerys." She repeated, now with the voice a lower volume than before. "Not only have you tarnished her forever, but you have also sealed a fate in her life without my permission."

The Council members' gazes passed to you, your head bowed and tears flowing with a silent cry, and then shifted to Jacaerys, sitting in the chair next to you, his expression frighteningly serene for someone who had just been discovered.

It was not too difficult to know what had happened between the two of you. Not when your belly started to grow and become rounded.

The maids did not inform the Queen about the lack of blood on your sheets in those three moons, everyone was too focused on the progress of the Dance of the Dragons to try to think anything, but after Daemon's return to the castle, it became impossible to hide what had happened. Either way, Jacaerys had never tried to hide it. He was excited for when your family finally found out about the baby growing inside your belly. But during those entire three moons, Jace forced you to stay silent about all of that. It was a secret that you were obliged to keep for the own good of the three of you.

You had no one else to share your despair with during that first trimester. No one but Jace knew about the pregnancy, although your twin brother had doubts that Mysaria was many suspicious about it, even if you did not even leave your room when she was around.

"You fooled your family, the Council, the Kingdom. You shamed yourselves, you shamed me as your mother and as your queen..." Rhaenyra continued, looking at the two of you with disappointment. "Both of you acted behind my back, always lying and plotting in favor of a sick feeling, always obsessed about staying together at all costs and—"

It was Jacaerys's turn to finally interrupt her. "You are not the best person to talk about obsession and unhealthy feelings, Your Grace." The heir prince muttered mockingly, his gaze turning to Daemon in the corner of the room, his face serious and both hands pressed to the hilt of his sword as usual.

"Mind your tongue, Jacaerys." Daemon's voice sounded cold, his violet eyes looking at his stepson with contempt. "You were smart, I admit. However, your actions were so fucking impulsive. Taking your sister like that, getting her pregnant in secret. I can see it now... It was a plan so you could marry her, was not it? You think we will get you out of your marriage with my daughter Baela simply because you fucked a baby inside your twin's womb?"

Jacaerys swallowed hard, the entire Council filling with surprised whispers at the King Consort's words. Even Rhaenyra looked at Daemon with a bit of surprise, despite knowing that her uncle-husband was right. Jacaerys could not go unpunished for his impulsive decision. And not even you.

Rhaenyra took a deep breath and turned to the Council, looking around before noticing Baela, standing like most of the other members. However, her face contained a hidden fury that Rhaenyra had not yet seen so clearly. She knew that the last decision would be in the hands of the princess, as she knew that it would be unfair for her to decide and impose anything on Baela after the humiliation she had just gone through.

"My betrothal with Prince Jacaerys remains."

Jacaerys burst angrily into his own chambers, his hands knocking down any object he saw in front of him, the face reddened and furious as he yelled. You were still at your brother's side, calmly closing the door and watching his outburst of fury while you tried to find something welcoming to say, even though your mind was a mess.

You did not want Jacaerys' children. You did not want to get pregnant. You did not want your brother's obsession with you. Everything was so creepy. However, you could not tell your mother about Jace's threats, about you being, in a way, forced into that situation. No one would believe you. And you needed Jacaerys to help you through that. You needed a light at the end of the tunnel, and Jacaerys was now truly the only person in your favor.

You could deal with his troubled mind if he helped you...

"And now? What are we going to do?" You asked with a trembling voice. No one would marry you after not only were you no longer a maiden, but you also had children with another man. You would be forced to watch Jacaerys marry Baela and have children with her. Legitimate children. Yours would just be a bastard... A bastard baby of the future king...

Perhaps Lord Cregan Stark would accept you as his betrothed... He was not very picky about his wives' chastity. And after all, at least you would have already proven your fertility. Perhaps that could be enough to make another deal with the Northmen.

Jacaerys turned back, his angry expression softening a little as he took a deep breath, his forehead still warm due the anger. "I do not know." He admitted it grudgingly. Daemon was right. He had been smart and stupidly impulsive at the same time.

Your brother sat on the bed, his hand covering his face while he tried to think of something, anything that seemed probably to get the two of you out of this situation. To free himself from the destiny his mother had set for him. He would rather die than not marry you.

"Come here." Jacaerys ordered, his tone softer regardless of the frustration still evident. As you walked over to sit next to him, he held you around the waist, placing your legs on either side of his thigh, making you sit down with a sigh, the underwear beneath your dress doing little to prevent the sharp friction that he had caused.

The tearful reactions followed you every time he touched you. You could not help but close your eyes and try to pull back on instinct, remembering how he fucked you in your sleep three moons ago, determined to take what he thought was rightfully his. Your body, your virginity, your purity. Trying to turn you into a wife, a mother. Fill your womb with his seed, with his heir...

Your reaction did not go unnoticed by him. "Do not back down from me again, Hãedar. You know how much I hate it when you do that." He fell silent after you keep refusing to look directly at him, your eyes now open and focused just on the mattress beneath both of you.

Jacaerys knew you well enough to know that you woul not look at him willingly. He sighed with irritation, his large hands wandering up your dress, moving the fabric up your thighs until your soft skin was gracing his view. "You know I only want the best for us, right? For me and you, for our baby..."

His sweet words made you feel sick. You did not want to be pregnant and you also did not want to subject your child to the situation that would happen soon. You had about six moons until the baby was born, however, you could not imagine how the situation could improve, not after Baela reaffirmed that she would go through with her betrothal with Jace.

"Do not you want to be a queen consort? To be my queen?" Jacaerys murmured in a husky but gentle voice, the sickly sweet tone waking you up from the noisy thoughts that filled your confused and worried mind. You did not even register that you were now lying on the bed with your legs open for him, your underwear lost on the floor and your dress lifted to expose your cunt to Jace as he settled his face in front of it.

You whined when his thumb traced circles on your swollen pearl, making you curse yourself in your own mind for feeling so wet and creamy in the face of such chaos. "B-But Baela... Mother wants her to be your queen consort, not me..."

Jacaerys rolled his eyes, applying a little more pressure to his finger, a loud moan echoing through the rooms as your clit ached. "That was not what I asked, Idaña." Jace mumbled without much patience, changing the rhythm and moving his thumb up and down. "I can feel your swollen little bud pulsing against my finger." The sudden teasing left your face all red and you tried to hide yourself in the pillow. "Oh, little sister... Do not be so shy. You are pregnant with my child, it is pretty normal to feel more horny during pregnancy."

You knew it was true, but that did not make the situation any better. Then, you tried hard to change the subject and ignore how your legs shook from those touches. You wondered if Baela had ever experienced that feeling with Jace, and for a brief moment you felt really jealous.

"You know I only want you now, little sister. That is all that matters, the current moment." Jace muttered suddenly and you whined again. It was almost as if he could read your mind. The twins thing, as Rhaenyra had said since you were born, watching you cuddle together since you were just babies.

However, the little boy who used to apply kisses to your little wounds to pretend that they would heal faster, now had made you pregnant against your own will and was eating out your cunt as if he were starving, desperate for licking the honey that dripped from your legs, like a bee being attracted.

Or perhaps you were the bee drawn to Jace's honeyed words, macabre promises disguised as the stickiest, tastiest candy in the world. "J-Jace..." Your hands grabbed his curly hair while you felt your release approaching, your mind wanting to push him away but your hips moving faster against his face, desperate every minute your her cunt rubbed and smeared your brother's mouth. "Lēkia, please... I do not.. I do not want this again..." You moaned with tears streaming down your face. "It feels so wrong but it feels so good too, I cannot take this..."

Jace smirked and chuckled, enjoying the whirlwind of conflicting tearful requests that escaped from your lips. Whining and begging to him stop, moaning and begging him to keep going... You were a crying confused mess, and Jace loved that. He loved how you tried to push his face away with your shaking hands and at the same time rubbed your wet core against his lips to cum faster.

It did not take long for you to reach your high, crying out and echoing through Jace's chambers as he remained licking you, lips closing around your pearl and sucking softly until you were squirting all over his face thanks to the overstimulation. Jacaerys finally stood up after you whimpered for him to stop. He knew he could not push you too much due to the pregnancy, so he just caressed your little round belly, giving it a gentle and fatherly kiss. "My heir..."

Jace sat in front of you, watching your shaking body and appreciating your tearful whimpers. He admired the sight of your legs spread and your sensitive cunt spasming slightly after your orgasm, completely wet.

"I promise I will get rid of Baela. I will not stay away from you two." Jacaerys murmured with a smile, caressing your pregnant belly and ignoring the way you cried, preferring to believe that you were crying out due the fear of losing him, and not because of the cruel situation he had forced you into.

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megumi fushiguro x fem-reader

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p.5 ⁭ ( ⸝⸝꩜ ᯅ ꩜⸝⸝;) p.7

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AN: Have you eaten yet? this guys an angsy lil shit

warnings: yandere, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, mommy kinks, mommy issues, arranged marriages, forced marriages, angst, eventual smut, clan politics, age gap (5 years from meg, and a little over 10 with toji), toji aint the best dad, mentions of child abuse, slowww build.

Short summary: Your arranged marriage to Toji Fushiguro had been sudden and unexpected, but now you found yourself living under his roof alongside his moody stepson. Your only directive from your clan head before moving in was clear: keep a close eye on Toji, the notorious Sorcerer Killer, and his son, a potential sorcerer prodigy.

the talk

When Toji came home, Megumi’s protectiveness magnified tenfold.

His usual quiet demeanor gave way to something more intense, almost territorial. Without realizing it, he’d position himself between you and his father, his sharp eyes narrowing every time Toji stood too close or made an offhand remark. It was subtle at first, but it grew harder to ignore.

“Why’re you standing so close to her like that?” Megumi’s voice would cut through the air, low and firm, laced with thinly veiled disdain.

Toji, never one to miss an opportunity to provoke, would sport his usual smirk. “Relax, kid. She’s my wife, you know.”

That word—wife—hit Megumi like a sucker punch, sending something bitter and ugly twisting inside him. He hated it. Hated the way Toji said it with that smug tone, as if it were a brand.

Hated the way you responded so nonchalantly, as though it didn’t faze you at all. Toji calling you wife felt deliberate, like his father was staking a claim on something Megumi didn’t fully understand—but desperately wanted for himself.

It set his teeth on edge, made his chest tight with emotions he couldn’t name—most definitely couldn’t ignore. The feeling so abstract, something that had been building up in the months spent at your side. Learning everything he could about you.

“It’s not like it’s real,” Megumi snapped suddenly, his fists clenched at his sides, his voice harsher than he intended. “She’s just your arranged wife. Stop acting like it’s anything more than that. She doesn’t even want you that close in the first place. You’re making her uncomfortable.”

The room went still, a suffocating tension settling between the three of you. Even you froze, caught off guard by the venom in Megumi’s tone. Toji’s smirk faltered slightly, his dark eyes narrowing as he studied his son.

You braced yourself, worried another fight might erupt to completely sour the evening.

But then something shifted. Toji seemed to catch onto something—something even you hadn’t fully noticed. You've caught yourself a little lovesick puppy. His laugh came low and mocking. And his signature smirk returned, sharper than before, as he leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms.

“Man, you’re so protective,” he drawled, his tone dripping with condescension, every word a deliberate jab. “You do know I’m the reason she’s here in the first place, right? Gotta admit, it’s kinda weird, though—acting all territorial over your mom.’” He practically spat the word mom—a taunt rather than anything sincere. Megumi was sure to say that out loud around him. So why the hell was he hurling it like an insult?

And yet the jab had hit Megumi harder than he expected—not because it was wrong, but because of how disgusting it felt coming from Toji.

So what if he called you “Mom”. He'd always said it quietly, in moments where it felt safe—where he knew he wouldn’t be called out for it.

So what if he liked how you smiled when you heard it, the warmth in your voice when you responded, the way your gaze lingered on him like he was the most important person in the room. In the world. It had made him feel... secure, like you wouldn’t leave him no matter what.

But hearing it from Toji’s mouth, laced with mockery, made it feel almost...invasive. Like he was twisting it into some kind of fucked up joke.

It boiled under his skin, consuming and unbearable, a flame that refused to die out. Why did it piss him off so much? Why did it matter what Toji said? And why did it feel like Toji was seeing right through him—exposing the feelings that even Megumi himself didn’t fully understand? And right in front of you—

“Shut up! She’s not my mom,” Megumi hissed back, much sharper than he intended, unable to keep the vitriol out of his tone. He didn’t even know why he felt the need to clarify. Why those words spilled out like a defense.

But the moment they left his lips, guilt crashed over him like a wave. His gaze darted to you, instinctively, catching the flicker of hurt in your eyes before you quickly masked it—taking a deep breath. His chest tightened painfully, shame coiling in his gut.

He hated that he’d made you feel that way, hated that he’d let Toji push him into lashing out. Hated that he needed to hide it. Toji shouldn’t have even been there in the first place. He wanted to say something to fix it, to reassure you, but the words stuck in his throat, refusing to come.

You sighed, stepping in before the tension could spiral further out of control. Toji’s taunt had struck a nerve in you as well. His oh-so casual reminder of your arranged marriage—of why you were here. Your arrangement bound by duty more than choice—just why the hell was he bringing it up? Like an unspoken warning that you couldn’t place. It stirred something uncomfortable in your chest, but you pushed it aside.

This wasn’t about you.

Right now, it was about defusing the storm brewing in the room.

“Alright, that’s enough,” you said firmly, your gaze cutting to Toji with a sharpness that immediately silenced his smirk. Surprisingly, he left little argument for when you bothered to step into their fights.

“Toji, stop teasing him.” You turned to Megumi, your expression softening—if not just a little, your tone gentler but no less firm.

“And Megumi…” a voice with such warmth you reserved for him. How would you phrase this? “Toji is my husband. It’d be weirder if he avoided me. But I’m here for both of you, okay? Not just him, not just you. Both of you. We’re family. So let’s try to get along, yeah?”

Megumi didn’t respond immediately, his jaw clenching as he stared at the floor, his emotions a tangled mess he couldn’t even begin to unravel.

Family.

He despises that word, loathes the way it forced Toji into something that, in his mind, should have been just you and him.

The warmth in your voice, the way you said it with such sincerity, made his chest tighten painfully. It stirred something deeper than anger or frustration—something vulnerable and raw that he didn’t know how to name. Disgust. Jealousy. Delirium.

Before Megumi could even begin to piece together the scattered fragments cutting him mind, you gently shooed both of them out of the kitchen.

Your calm words was stern, your smile soft but unyielding as you set the boundary. Pushing him by his shoulders towards the doorway. “Go, Megumi. Relax for once, okay? I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

He wanted to argue—he always helped with dinner—but the way you smiled at him left him unable to make an excuse. He didn’t want to upset you. Didn’t want you to hate him.

Reluctantly, he left, the loss of your presence settling over him like an ache.

Toji, watching the interaction with a raised eyebrow, smirked as he pushed off the counter. “Got him well trained already, huh?” he quipped, but his tone lacked its usual bite, almost as though he were trying to gauge your reaction. He had picked up on something. Something he didn’t exactly like.

You didn’t spare him a glance, your attention focused on the meal in front of you. “It’s called building trust,” you replied smoothly, your voice easygoing. But with a subtle edge. That warning telling him not to pester you.

Toji chuckled softly, a low, thoughtful sound, before turning and following Megumi out of the kitchen.

Outside the kitchen, Toji followed Megumi to the living room, leaning lazily against the wall, his smirk as irritating as ever.

It was the kind of expression that always set Megumi’s nerves on edge, a reminder of just how easily his father could get under his skin. They fought constantly these days. Even when Megumi tried to ignore him.

The silence between them stretched, heavy and loaded, before Toji finally spoke, his tone dripping with a hint of mockery. He was always the first to provoke.

“What’s got you so riled up lately, huh? Acting all high and mighty—like you’re the man of the house.”

Megumi’s jaw tightened, as he shot his father a glare. “I’m not acting like anything,” his voice taut. Ready for the oncoming argument.

Toji snorted, pushing off the wall lazily, his smirk widening with amusement. Strolling closer to where Megumi sat on the couch. He made it so easy to stir the pot.

“Sure, sure. That’s why you’re always hovering around her, huh? You like calling her ‘Mom,’ don’t you? Only I’ve noticed you only do it when you think I’m not around, yeah?”

Megumi’s face burned, heat rushing to his cheeks at the way Toji phrased it. “Shut up,”—a sentiment he always spat at least once when interacting with his father.

Toji’s grin only deepened, clearly feeding off his reaction. But he needed to get to the bottom of this.

“What’s this—huh? Some kinda mommy fetish? You’re a weird kid, you know that? But don’t forget—she is my wife. She needs this marriage a hell of a lot more than I do, so keep that in mind. Wouldn’t want word getting out that my boy’s been drooling all over her, yeah?”

“Shut up!” Megumi’s voice rose, drowning out the faint sounds from the kitchen. Striking another on the counter. He kept himself taunt, fully prepared to throw punches, no matter the outcome.

And if he’s honest—he didn’t care about the mocking tone, the smug smirk, the bait Toji was throwing.

No. All he cared about was you—the person Toji dared to talk about so casually, so possessively, like you belonged to him.

Like he knew you.

Like he deserved you.

Toji chuckled, shaking his head as he straightened up.

"Relax, Megs. I’m just messing with you," his voice drawling out the words. Though there was a slight edge to his voice that felt more probing. More insistent. He wasn’t getting anywhere like this.

He forced his voice low, conspiratorially, the humor draining away. More serious than he’s ever been with the kid.

"But seriously, what’s with you lately? Always stuck to her like glue—damn near biting my head off if I so much as breathe near her. So what is it? You think she needs you or somethin’?”

“What’s your point?” barely masking the frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

That look in his eyes—he’s confirmed it. Megumi was an open book by this point. How you hadn’t even noticed it was astounding. Maybe too swept up in your role in their world. In being the perfect little housewife.

But he couldn’t let this go. Not that he really cared whether Megumi liked you—no.

That wasn’t the issue.

Toji watched—his sharp gaze piercing right through Megumi. “My point? You’re playing with fire, kid. You’re gettin’ too close to her, and you don’t even realize it. Her clan’s no joke—they’re a problem waiting to happen. And trust me, it won’t look good if someone thinks you’re trying to....I dunno, play house or somethin’.”

Megumi froze, his breath catching in his throat. Playing house with her? The insinuation made his stomach twist, though he wasn’t entirely sure why.

“What are you talking about?” he said sharply, not able to keep his confusion from bleeding into defensiveness. “She’s my…she’s family.”

Toji raised a brow, his smirk growing more condescending by the second. “Family, huh? Is that what you’re telling yourself? That why you’re lookin ready to throttle me every time I get close to her?”

He leaned in slightly, his tone dropping to something—a warning. The only true warning he’s ever given Megumi. “You’re a kid. You don’t even know what you’re feeling yet, so let me make it simple. Her clan’s trouble. Big trouble. And if they catch even a whiff of you trying to get closer to her—closer than you should—they won’t just make it your problem. They’ll make it hers, too."

Megumi’s fists remain clenched, his glare unwavering. But he can’t deny it—Toji’s words hit like a bucket of ice water, freezing something deep inside him. His mind raced, still trying to process the implications of his words. Still reeling at the thoughts of playing house with you. Of what he was really feeling here.

Toji didn’t let up, his tone growing heavier with meaning. “You know they’ve got their eyes on you, right? Them and the Zenin clan? They’re not the kind of people you want to be messing with. You so much as breathe wrong, and they’ll have you tangled up in their bullshit before you even know what hit you.”

Her clan. His father’s clan. Two powerful entities with enough influence to manipulate countless minds—meddling in affairs where they had no place. The thought made Megumi’s stomach twist uncomfortably, a heavy knot of unease forming within him.

He’d known about your clans visits, their persistence, the weight they seemed to hold over you. But hearing Toji say it like this, with an edge of warning, unsettled him.

Were they really that dangerous? Were you in more trouble than you let on? What did they mean to you? You hadn’t ever hinted at the possibility that they could be a threat. His mind raced, questions colliding with emotions he couldn’t quite untangle. Just what was Toji implying? He felt crazy—not able to form a rationale sentiment.

His judgment clouded.

“I can handle it,” Megumi said stiffly, his voice cold, though his chest remained tight. Not fully believing his own words. “Whatever it is, I’ll take care of it.”

Toji’s smirk widened, his sharp eyes boring into Megumi like he was dissecting him, pulling apart his defenses with ease.

The kid never had much experience with the clan life either way. So how else was he gonna know what they were really after? Toji may not be a great father. But he did his job well. Megumi hadn’t any clue what this could mean for him.

There was no humor in Toji’s expression, only a bitter edge that made Megumi’s skin crawl. “You don’t even know what you’re talking about, do you?” His tone almost pitying, the mockery cutting deep. “Like I said before—you’re a kid. You think you can protect her? Keep her safe from that world? You can’t even tell how bad you’ve got it.”

Megumi stayed silent, unwilling to give Toji the satisfaction of a reaction. But Toji wasn’t finished. Wanting the warning to stick. Needing it to.

“The Zenin clan…” he drawled, bitterness coating the words. His gaze grew distant for a moment, as if dredging up something unpleasant. “They’d love to get their hands on you. You’re already on their radar.”

Though his voice remained calm, the weight of his words settled heavily in the room, the faint clang of dishes sounding in the background. A running sink.

A constant reminder of your presence.

“Y’know that’s why she’s here, right?” Toji stalled, looking back as if making sure you weren’t overhearing this. Nearly debating on if was worth telling Megumi about this in the first place.

He didn’t like the idea of placing more pressure in his son’s only relationship—if he could call it that. That bond was still a type of relationship, after all. No—he didn’t like the alternative. Didn’t like where any of this was headed. At the very least, he wanted Megumi to know the full truth—have all the facts, and make an informed decision for himself.

“Funny how they work—arranged marriages. The clan heads can decide whatever they want. They’ve got so much control, especially over people like her—Women, y’know. It’s just another move to pull you in. Sent her here to watch…to get information—on you, on me. See if you’re all talk.”

Megumi’s eyes dart to his father’s, surprise painting his features. And for all intents and purposes, Toji met his gaze—piercing and unreadable, pinning him down. His tone so shamelessly casual, as if he were discussing the weather.

Megumi’s felt his head spin at the statement. He didn’t want to believe him. Didn’t want to think you could do that to them—to him. But worst of all—his didn’t want your affection to be fake.

Was it was true?—because why would Toji lie here? What would he get out of this?

He didn’t want to ask the question that burned at the back of his mind—didn’t want to hear his answer—not yet. But it slammed against his thoughts like stones pelting a wall.

Why had Toji let someone like you into their lives in the first place?

“What do they want with me?” Megumi avoided the glaring question. The disbelief still strung across his face. Ensuring his voice didn’t carry to the next room.

“Your Ten Shadows Technique. That’s what they’re after. That’s the prize. They want to see if you’re worth the trouble. Investments and all that. And if you are, they’ll come for you.”

Toji spoke it like he was telling a scary bedtime story. An unimaginable boogeyman lurking in the shadows, just waiting to snatch him up. It was almost comedic in a way.

“She hasn’t even asked about that,” he shot back, defensive. His mind still racing. He couldn't stand the pounding in his ears. The possibility that you might not be the person he thought you were. That you didn't actually care about him. Was this all a performance?

“She isn’t stupid,” Toji replied smoothly, his tone unnervingly calm. Feeling somewhat sympathetic for whatever the fuck you two shared.

“She’s sharper than they give her credit for, playing their game better than most of them realize. But don’t fool yourself, kid—she’s still here for a reason. She might care about you, but don’t pretend she’s not tied to a leash. And she will always be tied to it. Don’t forget this.”

Reeling. Turning. Spinning.

“Even she knows what’s at stake,”

Megumi’s glare faltered, feeling drained. Confusion was a constant these days. And it laced his tone as he pressed further. "If she’s not with them anymore, then why would she still be reporting to them? Why is she even talking to them at all?”

Toji sighed, moving to lean back against the wall, his arms crossing over his chest. “You think it’s that simple?” he said. “Clan heads don’t just let go of what they think is theirs. You don’t just walk away clean, kid. They’ve got ways to drag her back if they want to. Dissolve the marriage, make up some bullshit reason. Hell, if it’s anything like I remember, they don’t even need a reason. They’ll just take her.”

Megumi’s face contorted into a grimace.

“You think her life before this was sunshine and rainbows?” his voice dropping lower. “If it was anything like the shit I saw growing up, they probably already beat the defiance out of her a long time ago. I got out lucky, but not everyone does. You don’t survive in a clan like that by fighting back too much."

Toji reiterated—quite mercifully if he might add, "She’s not reporting because she wants to. She’s doing it because she has to.”

The silence stretched. Megumi’s mind replaying every moment he’d seen you quietly brushing off the clan’s calls, every forced smile, every dismissive excuse. The idea of you being under someone else’s control, in a way you couldn’t escape, twisted something inside him. A protective, feral instinct. A need to act. He knew you weren’t faking it. All of those moments—he couldn’t—no—wouldn’t believe it.

His unrelenting white hot anger surfacing at the thought of you enduring that kind of life. What else did he not know? The questions, the veiled threats, your nervousness—all of it had been happening right in front of him. The disgusting thought of someone beating you into submission—

“Let me be perfectly clear, kid—I don’t want you getting dragged into this clan bullshit. I’ve spent years keeping you out of it for a reason. I don’t like where this is headed, not one damn bit. But if you keep acting like this, keep pushing the way you are, they’re gonna notice. And when they do...”

He trailed off, the silence heavy and foreboding, as though Toji himself didn’t want to say it outright. But the implications were clear.

What could they do? Snatch you back? Use you as leverage? Dangle you over their heads like bait in their endless struggle for power and control? Force Megumi into a spot he didn’t want to be in?

Toji leaned in slightly, his voice cold and clipped. “They’ll use her. They’ll use you. And trust me, they won’t give a shit about what either of you wants. They’ll make it messy, and they won’t think twice about it. This isn’t some game you can play without consequences, Megumi.”

For once, there was no mockery in his tone, no smirk playing at his lips. He was dead serious.

Consequences.

What consequences would Megumi endure for you?

“I can handle it.”

Toji’s eyes narrowed. He couldn’t change his mind, but he could correct the stupid. He didn’t want to see this. Didn’t want to see Megumi succumbing to those old fuckers.

“You don’t have the luxury of playing the fool here. If you’re serious about this—about her—then you better start thinking ahead. Because the way you are now? You’re weak. A burden at best. And a danger to her. Weak doesn’t stand a chance against people like them.”

The words rung like a bell, straight through him. It’s true. He’s right.

“If this is the hill you wanna die on, then you better do something about it,” Toji fixed Megumi with a small glare of his own. Something Megumi surprisingly saw rarely. “You’re not gonna get anywhere sitting around, sulking like a brat. You want to step up? Fine. Do it. I don’t like it, but I’ll respect your decision. Just know what you’re getting yourself into. Do it for the right reason. And make sure you aren't dragging her behind you along the way.”

Once again bathed in silence, they stared at each other. Opposite ends of the spectrum yet so similar in so many ways.

With a shrug that seemed too casual for the tension he’d left behind, Toji retreated back to the kitchen. Following your soft humming still drifting through the air. Oblivious to the fight that’d just take place.

Fight?

Maybe more like a warning.

To Megumi, your soft hums sounded almost mocking, a reminder of how you were so close, yet so far away. The warmth you brought into their lives was there, just out of reach, always at risk. And it only made the ache in his chest more unbearable.

Later that night, Megumi lay sprawled on his bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as his father’s taunting words played in his mind on an endless loop.

Weak. Burden. Danger.

He grit his teeth, the finality of it settling.

Distance—that’s what he needed. He needed to put some space between you and him, for your sake.

But even as the thought crossed his mind, his chest clenched painfully. The idea of pulling away, of losing the comfort of your presence, felt like a knife twisting in his gut. He hated this feeling.

Hated how much he relied on his father for protection, how Toji’s words exposed every insecurity he fought to ignore.

What made it worse was the truth behind them. If your clan really was as dangerous as Toji claimed, if they were determined to drag you back—or worse—what could he do to stop them?

Right now, he was nothing than a danger to your safety. The way his thoughts spiraled whenever he was around you, the way his heart twisted and burned with feelings he didn’t fully understand—it made him reckless. Possessive. Irrational.

He'd act on impulse, clinging to you like his life depended on it. His feelings still so jumbled, he tried to sort them out.

Why did his chest tighten every time you smiled at him?

Why did it matter so much when you called him family?

Why did he feel this gnawing need to keep you close, to make sure no one—not his father, not your clan, not anyone—could take you away?

Why were these feelings still present when he knew they weren’t dedicated to a mother?

It was raw and confusing, messy in ways he couldn’t yet fix.

But one thing burned through the haze of uncertainty: whatever this was, whatever you’d become to him, he couldn’t let it go.

He wouldn’t let it go.

You were the most important person in his life—that was for sure—and you were trapped in a problem he couldn’t resolve. Yet.

For so long, he’d stayed on the outskirts of jujutsu society, avoiding the weighty politics of clan life despite his continued development of the Ten Shadows technique.

But now he had to answer the question he’d been dodging:

What was he willing to do for you?

His jaw was sore from all the clenching he did, he knew he couldn’t let things stay like this. Couldn’t keep standing idly by while Toji spoke about you like you were just his possession—his wife. While the higher ups—the clans threw around your life like it meant nothing.

Megumi’s feelings for you ran deeper than even he wanted to admit.

You weren’t just his stepmother.

You weren’t just someone who cooked and cleaned and made his life softer in ways he hadn’t known he needed.

You were…something else.

Something more. Someone who mattered in a way he couldn’t—wouldn’t—put into words. Something beyond words.

And if he wanted to prove that—to protect you the way you deserved—he couldn’t afford to hesitate. He needed to change. To get stronger. To become someone capable of standing by your side, someone who could protect you without relying on his father. He needed to grow up.

And fast.

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yanderestarangel · 9 months ago

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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 🍰

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miupow · 4 months ago

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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

#tw stepcest #txt x reader #txt smut #taehyun x reader #taehyun smut

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merakiui · 9 months ago

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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!!!!

#genshin chit chat #n/sfw #tw: stepcest #tw: noncon #tw: somnophilia #yandere scaramouche

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alienpossession · 1 year ago

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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

#alien possession #male mind manipulation #mind manipulation #father and son #family possession

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the-grimm-writer · 3 months ago

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My friend just suggested a scenario to me and I need someone just as or more deprived than me to tell me if it’s a hot scenario or if therapy is needed….

Yandere Stepson is obsessed with the idea of stealing you from his dad. Example given to me; he listens while you and your husband get it on and is determined to outdo him because you are clearly faking it with him

Thoughts…..?

Ooooh ngl im not a big fan of the stepson / stepmom trope just because i don't like the idea of dating someone younger than I am.

But I can definitely see the vision!

Like just trying to be a good wife to your new husband, but it's so hard when his oldest son who just graduated college still lives with him to help around the house and save up money like his father encourages.

Despite everything looking great with your husband and stepson on the outside, you quickly notice there's something off with them. The competiveness, the subtle insults they throw at each other. The jabs he throws at his father for marrying a younger woman like you (not that he blames you at all!). But you decide not to say anything and try and help them instead.

And at first, you think nothing of the subtle brushes against from the stepson as you walk past each other or the way his hand seems to linger on your arm or on your lower back when he's guiding you to show you something. Or the way that you coincidentally saw him walking past the room you just stepped out of in just a robe after your nightly "lovemaking" secession with your husband, trying to hide your disappointment.

You try to deny the tension between the two of you, seeing the way he looks at you during the little "family" dinners. The smug smile on his face when he catches your eyes lingering on him while he's outside working, taking off his shirt and using it to wipe the sweat off his face and chest, muscles flexing as he does. And the way he's always complimenting you, not letting you do things for yourself, kissing the top of your hand, opening the doors for youand helping you out around the kitchen when you cook. Things your husband never does for you that you only wish that he would.

Then your husband has to go on a business trip, and you can see your stepson standing behind him with a small smile on his face as you panic a little bit, knowing something's going to happen.

A few hours after he left, you're back inside, washing the dishes when you feel hands grasp your waist and pull you against them.

You gasp, already knowing who it is. You're about to tell him to stop, that this isn't appropriate. Until he leans down and starts kissing your neck, making you drop the dish that you were holding onto as he sucks on a sensitive spot on your neck. It's like all self-control breaks. Besides, you think it'll happen just this one time, a dirty secret that you'll take to your grave.

And it's not like your husband is the most faithful man on those business trips of his, both of you know that. So you finally turn around and wrap your arms around his neck as he pushes you against the counter and captures your lips into a kiss.

Yandere stepson worships the ground that you walk on, showering you with love and affection and so much pleasure that you barely realize how long it's been since you've last seen his father. <3

#grimm thirsts #tw stepcest #yandere x reader

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thesunfyre4446 · 6 months ago

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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

#hotd #house of the dragon #team green #pro team green #anti team black stans #anti team black #anti daemon stans #anti daemon targaryen #anti rhaenyra targaryen #aegon targaryen ii #jaehaera targaryen #jaehaerys targaryen

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carbondioxidewater · 2 years ago

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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)

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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."

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