#charming stepmom

[khaopybara]

happy stubborn kitten day!

[rainberrydrops]

Webtoon's Special April 1 Illustrations (Part 2)

Tricked Into Becoming The Heroine's Stepmother

our dearest little chestnut is still very mischievous 😆

Men of The Harem

these dorks formed a heart 🤣 poor latil 🤣

I'm The Queen in This Life

hmmmm 👀

My S-Class Hunters

this is the most chaotic 🤣 and peaceee!!! you're so adorable~

Charming The Duke of The North

they're so gorgeous 😍🥰

My In-Laws Are Obsessed With Me

office workers Perry and Therdeo 😍💖 that last photo tho 🥹

66,666 Years: Advent of The Dark Mage

this one is on crack too 🤣🤣

The Spark in Your Eyes

this is so precious 🥺🤍

Maybe Meant To Be

🥹🥹🤍🤍🤍

Tomorrow

these ancient grim reapers are obviously struggling with modern technology 🤣🤣

This is so cool~ I hope Webtoon will keep doing this every year 🥹🙏

[respectthepetty]

Do you ever think Jojo watched The Charming Stepmom, saw Phuwin and Khaotung dealing drugs, and thought "I'm gonna make them play rich boys with a dead parent and a drinking problem so they fight the guy they love when they're drunk"

Because I do!

[cimicherrychanga]

Wait genuine question are you a parent now. U refered to a crib like a week or two ago and then u just mentioned the kids you adopted. Obvi please don't dox yourself or your kids if so but am curious

OH LMAO NO IM NOT <3

the 'kids i adopted' are the group of teens i met today at pride, i call em that bc i said i self-adopted myself into their group, only to later find out their age range was like. 16 to 20. which means im 2 years older than the oldest one of them which LOGICALLY meant that ACTUALLY im the one who adopted all of them

the crib is bc dawn and i are expecting a baby :)

i also often mention 'my kids' which is about the children i work with, the 7 year olds i teach <3 theyre my students but i think most primary teachers refer to those kids as 'theirs' too so i think im still normal for that one

[kantpattanawat]

TYPECAST: Khaotung Thanawat edition

[mariasont]

Sending another thought that I can’t think of a way to elaborate on to your magnificent mind

Aaron Hotchner with his assistant who���s rambling (like every other day) about random stuff and she’s just like “I want kids someday” and Hotch is like “oh yea?” And she’s like “yea! And if I ever have kids I hope they’re just like Jack, he’s such a little angel” blah blah blah and poor Hotch is screaming in his mind like YOU COULD HAVE JACK??? BE HIS STEPMOM????

Sorry I’m absolutely feral for them ily bye

BUSINESS OF MAKING BABIES - A.H

a/n: i took this in a slightlyyyy different direction but ugh same im so feral for these two!!!! thank you for your most amazing request! i <3 you!

masterlist

pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader

warnings: references to baby making!!!!!!

wc: 0.6k

Aaron needed to get work done, but his focus was more trained on the delicate patch of skin that connected your shoulder to your neck, smooth and glowing like you'd just stepped out of the sun. You smelled delectably good, which was sending his neurons into overdrive. You were saying something, formulating and articulating thoughts from that perfect brain and through your also perfect mouth. 

He was concentrated on making sure you knew he was listening, nodding and humming every so often as you continued on your tangent, hands waving dramatically through the air, heels clanking on the floor in his office as you paced the room. His gaze moved to your thighs, only for a second, he was a gentleman after all. 

"And she's just, you know, popping them out left and right, and I'm over here like, Hello? Can I get a turn? I'm not asking for much, just a sweet guy who's willing to, you know, help me out with the whole baby-making thing."

You stopped dead in front of his desk, placing your hands atop the wood as you let out a melodramatic sigh. This caught his attention, eyes snapping up to meet yours.

"You want kids?" The words left his mouth before he could filter them. "Isn't that a bit premature at your age?"

"Okay, Grandpa," you giggled, plopping yourself down in the chair before him. "And, of course, I want babies. They'd be the cutest, hopefully just like Jack. He's the sweetest, isn't he?"

Hotch felt his heart plummet to his stomach, jaw clenching and unclenching as he rubbed his thumb along the rough edges of his chin. "Yeah, he's pretty great."

You sighed again, a common occurrence in this conversation, as you stood up and moved around the desk before plopping yourself down on it. Your calve grazed accidentally against his thigh. You absentmindedly adjusted a wrist full of charm bracelets, creating a gentle jingling sound that should've annoyed him, but it did anything but.

"Honestly, though, who even needs a boyfriend these days? I could totally just take the whole donor route for the baby thing. Easy-peasy!"

Hotch's response came after a brief, flustered pause, during which he seemed to search for the right words. Clearing his throat, he managed to look anywhere but at you as he carefully said, "Ah, yes, I suppose you could... do that."

In an effort to regain some semblance of control over the situation, Hotch took a deliberate sip of the somewhat stale coffee sitting on his desk. However, before he could swallow, you bounded off the desk, eyes wide with sudden realization.

"You know what? You would be a great donor."

The coffee in Hotch's mouth nearly made a swift exit as he choked, trying to comprehend what you had just said.

Hotch opened his mouth, attempting to form a coherent response, but before he could broker a single word, you had both hands on his shoulders.

Your eyes were sparkling as you took in his face. "Yeah, like, you have great hair--totally not receding--perfect eyes, great skin..."

Your rapid-fire compliments left him momentarily speechless, a rare flush making its way to his cheeks.

"Well, I--" Hotch began, but your excitement had already taken the reins before he could even navigate through his thoughts.

"I can totally see it; we'd have such cute kids!" you gushed, practically dancing towards the door as if your dreams were almost tangible in the air.

Hotch watched you leave, stuck in his chair, dumbfounded and momentarily lost for words. A bemused smile formed on his lips as he realized he didn't hate the idea at all.

No sooner had the door closed behind you than Morgan appeared, looking thoroughly baffled. He crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze flicking between Hotch and the door you had just exited through.

"Since when are you and Miss Pretty in Pink in the business of making babies together?"

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[meazalykov]

mother who stepped up

stepmom!lena oberdorf x mom!reader

summary: lena accepts you, and the mini-you

warnings: one mention of death, nothing too impactful to the story though. very long fic

you’ve never been one for surprises. your life, at least recently, has been built on carefully crafted routines, ensuring that your two-year-old daughter, macy, is comfortable and happy. 

dating? it was something you thought would come much later—if at all. after coming to terms with your sexuality, you didn’t want to date unti you were reassured that you’d be with the right woman for your daughter. 

here you are, sitting across from lena oberdorf, a suggestion from your well-meaning friends, and even though you like her, there’s something you or your mutual friends haven’t told her yet.

everything had been going smoothly with lena from the start. she was charming, funny, flirtatious, and made you feel seen in ways you hadn’t felt in a long time.

you didn’t think you could get used to someone so effortlessly, but somehow, lena just fit into your life—except for that one secret you hadn’t yet shared.

you’re sitting across from lena at a cozy café, sipping your coffee and listening to her talk about her game against wolfsburg– a club she played many years ago. 

it’s easy to get lost in the sound of lena’s voice, the way her eyes light up when she talks about football. you nod along, smiling as she recounts a funny moment from practice. 

for a while, everything feels perfect—simple, like your lives are in sync. in the back of your mind, you know you will have to tell her about macy. the little mini-you that is currently coloring in her daycare class across munich.

the conversation shifts to lighter topics, and you pull out your phone to check a notification. 

you sit your phone flat on the table and as you’re about to lock the screen, lena leans in, catching a glimpse of the photo that displays on both your home and lock screen. 

your heart skips a beat when you realize what she’s seeing—macy, her chubby little cheeks, dimples, and wild curls staring back at you from the lock screen. 

lena’s brow furrows slightly, curiosity flickering across her face.

“aweee who’s that?” she asks, her tone casual but with a hint of intrigue.

you freeze for a second, unsure how to respond. 

here we go, you think, heart pounding. swallowing hard, you try to brush it off with a light chuckle. 

“oh, that’s little macy.”

lena tilts her head, staring at the screen for a moment longer before locking eyes with you. 

“macy?” she echoes. “is she… your niece or something? she looks just like you.” she smiles, clearly finding the resemblance cute.

you force a small smile, feeling your throat tighten. this is it—the moment you’ve been dreading. 

“uh, no… she’s not my niece.”

“oh,” lena says, looking at you, then back at the picture. 

“then, what, a cousin? a friend’s kid?”

you can see her mind working, trying to make sense of it. your fingers tighten around the edge of your phone, and you finally decide to rip the band-aid off.

“she’s my daughter….”

lena’s eyes widen, her gaze darting back to the screen, then to you. her lips part in surprise, but she doesn’t say anything right away. she stares at the lock screen as if seeing it for the first time, really seeing it.

“your daughter?” she repeats softly, almost like she’s processing the words.

you nod, feeling the anxiety rising in your chest. 

“yeah. she’s turning two in a few months. macy’s my little girl.”

for a long moment, lena just looks at the photo, her expression unreadable. you watch as her gaze flickers between the image of macy and you, comparing the two of you. 

“she… she looks just like you,” lena murmurs, her voice almost in awe. 

“i thought she was you for a second, like, as a baby.”

you let out a small, nervous laugh, trying to keep the mood light despite the tension knotting in your stomach. 

“yeah, she’s basically my mini-me. she’s got my nose and everything.”

lena doesn’t seem to hear your attempt at humor. instead, her brow furrows deeper as she studies the photo. 

“wait, she’s… really your daughter? like, you have a kid?”

you bite your lip, feeling the weight of the moment settle over you. 

“yeah, she’s mine. i know i should’ve told you sooner, but…” you trail off, not knowing how to explain the complexity of it all.

“but why didn’t you?” lena asks, her tone still soft, but there’s something raw in her voice—an undercurrent of emotion that you can’t quite place.

you glance down at your coffee, swirling it absentmindedly. “i didn’t know how,” you admit. 

“i didn’t want to scare you off. most people aren’t exactly thrilled about dating someone with a kid.”

lena leans back in her chair, processing what you’ve said. “you thought i’d be scared off because you’re a mom?”

you shrug, feeling a little defensive but mostly scared. “it’s happened before,” you say quietly. 

“people hear ‘single mom,’ and they run for the hills. i just… didn’t want that to happen again.”

lena is quiet for a moment, her eyes still on the picture of macy. she seems to be absorbing everything, and you can’t help but hold your breath, waiting for her to say something—anything.

“is the father around?” lena says her thoughts out loud. 

“oh no no no. um– he didn’t want anything to do with macy. he also passed away shortly after mae turned one. her father and i were never together or even had feelings for eachother– it was just um..” you trail.

“i’m very sorry about that.” lena says, looking up at you before looking back to the photo of your little daughter. 

“oh no don’t apologize.” you say.

there's a pause for a few minutes. its clear that you wanted to switch the topic away from macy’s biological father, who wanted nothing to do with her before his passing anyways. 

lena looks up at you, giving your phone back with her expression softening. 

“you’d thought i’d run?” lena asks, a small, incredulous smile playing on her lips. 

“because of this? because of her?”

you shrug again, not trusting yourself to speak. all your worst fears are bubbling to the surface, and you can’t shake the feeling that this might be the moment it all falls apart.

lena reaches across the table, taking your hand gently in hers. 

“y/n, she’s beautiful,” she says, her voice sincere. “i mean, she really is a little version of you.”

you blink, the words not sinking in right away. “you… you’re not mad?” you ask, your voice trembling just slightly.

lena shakes her head, squeezing your hand. “no, i’m not mad. i just… wish you’d told me sooner. i know we’ve only been official for a week but–” she pauses, her thumb brushing over your knuckles. 

“i get why you didn’t, but… i’m not going anywhere. i like you. and now that i know about macy… i like her too. even if we haven’t met yet.”

the relief that washes over you is almost overwhelming, and you feel your eyes welling up. you’ve been bracing yourself for rejection, for lena to tell you this was too much for her. 

though here she is, sitting across from you, holding your hand, and telling you that she’s not going anywhere.

“you’re really okay with this?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

“more than okay,” lena says, her voice firm but kind. 

“you’re a mom. that’s a part of who you are, and that’s okay with me.”

you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, your heart finally starting to settle. 

“thank you,” you whisper, blinking back the tears. “you don’t know how much that means to me coming from you.”

lena smiles, giving your hand one last squeeze before letting go. “so, when do i get to meet this little mini-you?” she asks with a teasing grin.

you chuckle softly, wiping at the corner of your eye. “soon. i just… didn’t want to spring her on you right away.”

“well, now that i know about her,” lena says, leaning back with a playful smirk, “i feel like i’m the one being kept a secret from macy.”

you laugh, the tension between you finally breaking. “i guess we’ll have to fix that soon.”

lena grins, taking another sip of her coffee. “i’m looking forward to it.”

the next day– lena doesn’t text much. you know that she is busy training at bayern but anxiety consumes you. 

your thoughts spiral. maybe she changed her mind and realized that it was too much for her. maybe she’s having second thoughts. 

by mid-afternoon, you’re glued to your phone while macy is with her aunt (your sister), checking for any sign from her. 

nothing comes, and your heart sinks.

as you’re picking macy up from your sisters, your phone finally buzzes. lena’s name flashes across the screen, and you almost drop your keys in your hurry to check it.

lena: hey, can we talk later? i’ve been thinking a lot.

you stare at the message, panic clawing at your chest. thinking doesn’t sound good. you force yourself to respond.

you: sure. what time?

the reply is almost instant. 

lena: i can come over tonight?

you hesitate. having her over… that means she’ll meet macy, and you’re not sure if you’re ready for that yet. you also know you can’t keep her at arm’s length forever. you type back quickly.

you: yes, come at 7.

you spend the rest of the afternoon trying not to overthink it. 

as soon as macy is fed and bathed, your nerves start creeping back. you’re pacing the living room, glancing at the clock, when the doorbell rings.

macy, sitting on the couch with her stuffed miffy bunny and fluffy blanket, perks up. 

“mama, door!”

you smile, ruffling her hair. 

“stay here, baby,” you say softly, walking to the door. 

you open it, and there she is—lena, standing on your doorstep wearing a black outfit along with a grey beanie, looking as unsure as you feel.

“hey,” she says, giving you a small smile.

“hey,” you reply, stepping aside to let her in. you’re about to close the door when macy toddles over, clutching her miffy bunny in her small hands. lena’s eyes immediately land on her, and she smiles.

“this must be macy,” lena says, her tone soft and warm.

you nod, watching as macy stares up at lena with her wide (reader’s color) eyes. 

“yeah, this is her.”

lena crouches down to macy’s level, holding out her hand. “hey, macy. i’m lena.”

macy looks at you for reassurance before shyly reaching out to shake lena’s hand. 

“miffy bunny,” she says, showing off her stuffed toy.

lena chuckles softly. “that’s a cool bunny.”

you watch the exchange, your heart swelling with something you hadn’t expected. lena looks so natural with macy, and it’s a sight you weren’t prepared for. 

you clear your throat, trying to shake off the wave of emotion.

“so, um, you said you wanted to talk?” you ask, motioning for lena to follow you to the couch.

she nods, standing up and giving macy one last smile before sitting beside you. macy toddles back to the couch, climbing up and sitting between your legs, still clutching her bunny as her small arms hug your waist.

“yeah,” lena says, glancing between you and macy. “i’ve been thinking a lot since last night.”

you nod slowly, waiting for the bomb to drop.

“i know this is a lot,” she continues, her voice gentle but steady. 

“and i understand if you’re worried about how i’ll fit into your life, into macy’s life, but… i want to try.”

you blink, taken aback. “you do?”

lena nods, reaching out to gently take your hand. 

“yeah. i mean, i didn’t expect this either, but i really like you, y/n. and if macy’s a part of your life, then i want to be a part of that too.”

you sit back, still reeling from the way the conversation unfolded. the tension that had knotted up your stomach starts to loosen, but you can’t help feeling the need to set some boundaries—just to be sure lena knows what this really means. 

it’s too early in the relationship to assume anything, and you don’t want to put any pressure on her, especially when it comes to macy.

taking a deep breath, you meet lena’s eyes. 

“i just want to be clear about something,” you say softly. 

“i don’t expect anything from you when it comes to macy. you’re not obligated to her, and i’d never force any duties on you. it’s still really early in our relationship, and i don’t want you to feel like you have to step into a role you’re not ready for. if you just want to date me, that’s okay. i mean it. however i just want you to understand that in a case between you vs. macy– i’ll always choose macy.”

lena watches you closely, her brow furrowing slightly as she listens. she leans forward, resting her arms on the table, and shakes her head gently. 

“y/n, you don’t have to put up walls.”

you bite your lip, feeling the weight of her gaze. “i’m not putting up walls,” you explain quietly. 

“i just… i want to be fair. macy’s is the biggest part of my life, but she’s my responsibility, not yours. i don’t want you to feel like you have to take on so much at once. i don’t want you to feel trapped.”

lena sits back in her chair, exhaling slowly. her eyes soften as she takes in your words. 

“first of all, macy isn’t a trap,” she says firmly, her tone leaving no room for doubt. 

“she’s your daughter. i don’t see that as something to run from.”

your heart stumbles at her words, but you try to stay grounded. “but it’s still a lot for you,” you press gently. 

“being with me means being with macy too, and that’s a lot to ask of anyone. especially this soon.”

lena reaches across the table again, her hand finding yours, warm and steady. “i get what you’re saying,” she begins, her voice calm but sincere. 

“and i appreciate that you don’t want to rush things or put pressure on me. but, y/n, macy is a part of you. she’s part of your life, and if i want to be with you, that means i’m choosing to include her too.”

she squeezes your hand, her eyes locked on yours. “i’m not saying i’m trying to be her mom right away, or that i know how all of this is supposed to work. but i want to figure it out. because macy is important to you, and that makes her important to me.”

your heart swells, and you can feel the tears prickling at the corners of your eyes again. you hadn’t expected this, not so soon, and certainly not with such certainty in her voice. 

it’s like lena had already made the decision in her heart before you even started this conversation.

you blink back the tears, swallowing hard as you nod. “i… i didn’t know if you’d feel that way.”

“of course i do,” lena says softly, her thumb gently brushing the back of your hand. 

“i’m not scared off by you being a mom, y/n. it doesn’t make me want this any less.” 

you take a shaky breath, overwhelmed by the depth of her words. “i’ve never had anyone say that to me before,” you admit, your voice barely a whisper. 

“it’s always been the reason people walk away.”

lena’s eyes soften even more, and she moves her chair closer to you, her hand never leaving yours. “well, i’m not them,” she says simply, her voice steady and sure. “i’m here. and i’m not going anywhere.”

the emotions well up in you, and for a moment, you’re speechless. you look down at your joined hands, feeling the weight of the moment settle over you. she’s serious. she’s really serious.

“thank you,” you finally whisper, your voice thick with emotion. “thank you for… for staying.”

lena smiles, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your temple.

macy, oblivious to the weight of the conversation, leans against your arm, yawning as she starts to doze off. 

you glance down at her, then back at lena, your heart full in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time.

from that moment on, things between you and lena shift. she starts coming over more, spending time not just with you but with macy too. 

at first, macy is a little shy around her, but lena is patient, never pushing too hard, just gently easing her way into your daughter’s life. it doesn’t take long before macy is running to the door to greet lena with a grin, her little arms reaching up for a hug.

the first time macy calls her "obi”,  your heart skips a beat. it's a simple moment—you're all sitting on the floor of your living room, surrounded by toys, when macy tugs on lena's sleeve, her big eyes looking up at her expectantly.

"obi, play?" she asks, holding out a mermaid barbie.

lena grins, taking the truck from macy. "of course liebe."

watching them together, you can't help but smile. it’s becoming clearer each day—lena’s not just here for you. 

she’s here for macy too. sometimes you joke that she is only here for macy.

as the years goes by, lena becomes more and more involved in your life. she starts joining you for bedtime routines, helping with bath time, reading macy her favorite stories as she grows older. 

after lena, macy, and you move into an apartment together— lena is for the tantrums, the messy dinners, the sleepless nights. sometimes, she will take the initiative so you can rest. the more time she spends with macy, the more it feels like she belongs in your little family.

three years after the important conversation, your life with lena feels like a dream. 

macy is five now, full of energy and curiosity, and lena has been there for all of it—every scraped knee, every preschool recital, every bedtime story. your home is filled with laughter and warmth, the life you never imagined you’d have when you were raising macy on your own. 

now, as you sit together on the couch, macy fast asleep in her room, lena leans into you, her fingers tracing patterns on your hand. she’s quiet, more thoughtful than usual, and you can sense something’s on her mind. she glances at the engagement ring on your finger, the same ring you’ve been admiring for months now, and then turns to you with a serious expression.

“i was thinking,” lena says quietly, her voice soft in the dim light.

“about what?” you ask, turning to look at her.

she hesitates for a moment, her hand pausing on your arm. “about macy. and… about us.”

your heart skips a beat, but you keep your voice steady. “what about us?”

“i know it’s still early but…” she says, her voice careful, 

you blink, processing her words. “but…?”

she takes a deep breath. “once we get married i’ll be macy’s stepmom. something i’ve been thinking about for a while. however i don’t want to wait until then. i want to be a mom to macy. if you’ll let me.”

the weight of her words settles over you, and for a moment, you’re speechless. you’d always hoped, deep down, that lena would want to be a part of macy’s life, but hearing her say it out loud—it feels overwhelming in the best possible way.

“i know i’m not her biological mom, and i’ll never try to replace that, but… i love her, y/n. i love both of you. and if you’re ready for that, i’d like to be her mom too.”

the tears you’ve been holding back finally spill over, and you reach up to cup her face, your thumb brushing against her cheek. “we’d love that, obi.” you whisper. “we’d love that.” you repeat in awe.

when macy starts calling her “mama lena,” after she turns six– your heart nearly bursts with love.

macy is seven now, and the bond between her and lena has only grown stronger over the years. she clings to lena in a way that sometimes surprises you—like she’s always seeking her approval or comfort. 

it’s been that way ever since lena officially adopted her after turning thirty-one, and you and lena got married. 

you remember that day so vividly, the moment the judge declared that lena was now macy’s legal mother. the joy on lena’s face, the way macy had leaped into her arms, calling her “mama” with such pure excitement, filled your heart with pride and love.

it wasn’t long after when lena got the call—an offer from chelsea. it was a huge opportunity, one that meant she’d be competing in the women’s super league. after a lot of late-night talks and some serious decision-making, lena accepted the offer, which meant the three of you were moving to london. 

the change was exciting, something fresh and new for all of you. macy was thrilled at the idea of living in a new city, and as for you, the thought of starting a new chapter together made you incredibly happy.

in london, lena is the person macy runs to for almost everything. scraped knees, homework help, even just to ask if she can have a snack—lena is her go-to. most days, it fills you with happiness to see them so close, to know that macy has someone who loves her so much. 

sometimes, like today, you can’t help but feel a little sting.

you’d been in the middle of getting macy ready for school. she was in a hurry as usual, fidgeting in her seat while you knelt to help her tie her shoes. 

before you could finish, she pulled her foot away, laughing. “no, no, mama lena does it better!” she giggled, her bright smile lighting up her face.

you laughed too, even though the words pricked at your heart. “oh, really?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

“guess i’ll need to practice, huh?”

macy just grinned, her curls bouncing as she wiggled her toes. “yeah, you should! don’t worry, you’re still good at other stuff!”

you smiled, ruffling her hair. “well, i’m glad i’m still useful for something.”

she giggled again, completely unaware of how her innocent words had stirred something in you. 

you shoved the feeling aside quickly, focusing instead on making her laugh as you pretended to dramatically fumble with her shoes. her laughter filled the room, her curls tumbling down her back as she leaned forward in her chair, watching you with bright eyes. 

it wasn’t until you were dropping her off at school that the feeling crept back in, like a quiet ache in the pit of your stomach.

it wasn’t that you were jealous—at least, you didn’t think you were. you loved that macy and lena were so close. you’d always hoped that one day macy would have a strong bond with lena, and seeing it unfold so naturally had been like a dream come true. 

still, moments like this made you wonder if you were slowly being edged out, if macy was starting to see lena as the “cool” mom while you were just… the other one that happened to look like her.

you tried not to dwell on it too much. lena had been nothing but supportive, always making sure you knew how important you were to both of them. and really, you were happy. 

lena had embraced being a mother to macy in every way—going to parent-teacher conferences, staying up late to help with school projects, even helping macy with her football in-between training at chelsea. 

that was another thing: football.

macy had recently started showing a serious interest in the sport, much to lena’s delight. she idolized her mama, always asking about drills and tactics, begging to go to practice with her. 

one afternoon, after watching one of lena’s games, macy had turned to you both, her eyes wide with excitement. 

“i want to play football too!” she’d said, bouncing on her toes.

lena’s face had lit up with pride. “you do, huh? well, we can definitely make that happen.”

since then, lena had been working on getting macy into training, talking to coaches and setting up practice sessions in your backyard. you’d watch them sometimes, lena patiently teaching macy how to pass the ball, how to position herself. 

the way macy looked up at lena, so full of admiration, always made you smile. you were thrilled that your daughter had someone like lena to look up to, someone who could teach her the things you never could.

and yet, in the quieter moments, when macy would run to lena after a long day, her arms wrapping tightly around her waist, you couldn’t help but feel a tiny pang of sadness. it wasn’t that macy didn’t love you—she did, of course.

there was something different about the way she clung to lena, like lena was her whole world. you couldn’t blame her. lena was a natural with her, always knowing just the right thing to say or do to make macy feel safe and loved.

you’d catch yourself watching them sometimes, a soft smile on your face as you listened to their conversations, the easy way they communicated without needing to say much. you’d hide your feelings behind a joke, like the time macy had joked about lena being better at making breakfast, and you’d playfully said, “well, guess i’ll just stick to making the coffee then.” macy had laughed, and you’d felt the sting lessen, pushing it to the back of your mind.

around this time, you and lena had started talking more seriously about having another child. 

this time, you would carry, using lena’s egg along with a donor. you’d been through a few consultations, and after what felt like a whirlwind of planning and waiting, the IVF procedure was finally successful. 

you were pregnant with another little girl.

the joy that filled your heart was indescribable. the idea of adding to your family, of giving macy a sibling, was something you’d dreamed about for so long. and now, with the news confirmed, it was time to tell macy. 

you weren’t sure how she’d react—she’d always been so used to being the only one, the center of attention. but you were hopeful that she’d be excited.

one evening, you and lena sat macy down, her favorite blanket draped over her lap as she snuggled on the couch between you. lena’s arm was around your shoulders, her hand resting gently on your belly, already slightly swollen with the new life growing inside.

“munchkin,” lena said softly, looking at macy with a warm smile. “we have some big news for you.”

macy looked up, her curiosity piqued.

“what is it?”

you took a deep breath, smiling as you leaned forward a little. “you’re going to be a big sister, sweetheart.”

macy’s eyes widened, and for a moment, she just stared at you, her mind clearly racing to process what you’d said. 

“a big sister?” she repeated, her voice uncertain.

“that’s right,” lena added, squeezing your shoulder gently. “there’s a baby in here.” she gestured to your belly. “a little sister for you.”

macy’s face scrunched up, her expression a mix of confusion and hesitation. “but… i like being the only one,” she admitted, her voice small.

you shared a glance with lena, both of you understanding her hesitation. “we know, sweetheart,” you said gently. 

“and you’ll always be our first, our special girl. but having a sister means you’ll have someone to play with, someone who’ll look up to you, someone who’ll need your help.”

macy was quiet for a moment, clearly thinking about what you’d said. her little fingers twisted in the edge of her blanket, her brow furrowed as she processed the news. you could tell she wasn’t sure how to feel.

“and you’ll still get to do everything you love,” lena added. “football, school, everything. this just means there will be more love in the house. and maybe, when she’s old enough, you can teach her some football moves.”

macy’s eyes brightened a little at that, the idea of teaching someone something she loved appealing to her. “i get to teach her football?”

you smiled, nodding. “absolutely. you’re going to be the best big sister ever.”

slowly, macy’s frown faded, replaced by a tentative smile. “okay,” she said, her voice soft but a little more certain. 

“i’ll be the best big sister ever. but only if i get to teach her football.”

lena laughed, pulling macy into a tight hug. “deal.”

and just like that, your family took another step forward, your heart full of love as you prepared for the next chapter in your lives—together.

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[wandasfavv]

Getting Closer

Wanda x Fem!Reader

Summary: After finally indulging in a relationship with your stepmom, you found yourself in more situations involving Wanda’s careless behavior such as her secretly fucking you as your father’s in the same room.

Part 1(Make You Mine)

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Stepmom!Wanda x fem!reader, slight non/con, strap on(r receiving), strapwarming, fingers in mouth, RISKYYY sex, angry sex??, daddy issues, and mommy kink bc she’s just sooo, also kinda angsty/fluffy at the end

It’s been a couple weeks since your first time with Wanda. And ever since then, she had become a bit more clingy than expected. Actually more than clingy, just completely obsessed with you.

Almost every night Wanda came to your room, fucking you to relieve herself of both the sexual frustration from you and just the frustration from your father. The two haven’t been getting along at all, only having arguments every day even if they were over little things. Wanda couldn’t even bear sleeping with him, and just used the couch downstairs in the living room as a cover up of where she actually slept, your bed.

Not that you mind though. It was actually one of the best things that happened to you as you didn’t think your father was ever worthy of having such an endearing and beautiful wife like Wanda. She was the only person who actually cared for your well being, truth be told. Unlike your dad, she didn’t dismiss your feelings, always looking out for when you acted unusual and making sure there was something she could do to fix it. Her whole world and worries were about you, only you. Her sweet nature only got to the point where you questioned yourself, if you’d possibly fallen in love with her.

———————-

Around 5pm Wanda called you out to the living room, seemingly planned something. She was sat in the armchair, one of those sofas that would only fit for one. You walked towards her curiously, asking “You called?”

“Yeah, you wanna watch a movie with me?” She replied quickly with a charming smile, the one you grew even weaker for. Glancing at the tv screen, it displayed a familiar movie from the collection of DvDs you grew up watching. You figured it’d be fine to spend some time with her, noticing the need to be close to you she showed too. Though strangely, she had a blanket covering her lap despite the hotter conditioning within the house.

“Um, sure,” You said, moving to sit on her lap as she patted and gestured you to sit there, something that was considered normal as you’ve done it many times before now. However, as you sat down you felt something hard poking your thighs. Your head turned to look back at her questionably, your eyebrows furrowed. “Wanda..?”

In response, she only smirked and moved her hands to your waist, pulling you back to push her front against your body. You let out a small gasp upon feeling her breasts pressed up on your back and as the lead-up happened all so quickly. “I need you really bad today, sweetie.” She said, her voice low in your ear. She moved one hand down to roughly tug down the blanket out and from under you, revealing the toy she hid. It was a large strap on that she had used on you before, though you’ve never taken the whole thing before. The deep red of it was an appealing color to Wanda’s character, and you thoroughly found it arousing to see her with it.

The toy was then in between your thighs, slightly pressed up against your clothed center. “Could you be a dear and help mommy out?” She asked you as her hand squeezed your side, her control already leaving her like always.

You shyly nodded as her soft tone made your head feel cloudy, reaching for the waistband of your shorts and underwear to pull them down once you stood up a bit. Wanda assisted you in doing so, and quickly pulled them down because she just desperately wanted to get straight to the point. She positioned the strap to align with your entrance, already finding you wet. Once the tip was in, she got ahold of your waist again, carefully lowering you down on the big shaft.

“I’ll go slow, don’t worry,” Wanda reassured you. There was small whine that left your mouth as it barely fit and got halfway. She shushed you, rubbing your sides in the hopes that you’d relax more. Still, as she kept pushing you down, tears quickly built up and your hands found their way to Wanda’s thighs under you, squeezing tightly. A loud whimper came out as your breathing also quickened. “I know, I know baby, it’s big. Just breathe in and out.”

You knew Wanda always made sure you were okay before doing something, but she was at times an impatient woman. Ergo, leading to her unexpectedly force you down fully. You yelped and had a tighter grip on her, though not strong enough to hurt her. Your legs kicked a bit helplessly as you were stuck with her inside and buried in you to the brim. Another whine left your throat, “Mommy…”

“It’s okay, I won’t move. I just want you to sit on mommy’s cock for a little while, okay? Just focus on the tv, sweetie,” Wanda responded, her voice sounding sickly sweet. She lifted her hand to your cheek, turning your head to face forward instead of her. Her eyes trailed your body, noticing the hardening nipples showing through the shirt you were wearing. One hand went under the fabric, creeping up to aggressively grope your chest, only making you moan as you began to focus on that instead of the bruising feeling within your cunt.

She kept this up for about half an hour, teasing your body and making you drenched around her cock. As time passed, you grew needier and eager for her to move, but she showed no signs of wanting to. You shifted bit in her lap, biting your inner cheek as the toy hit a spot that made you quietly moan. Wanda of course witnessed the entire thing, not paying a single ounce of her attention on the screen in front of her, only her favorite girl. She smirked at your desperation beginning to show, and only stopped you as her hands tightly held you still. “What did I say? Focus on the movie.”

“But I-“

The sound of the front door alerted you two and stopped you from continuing. Both you and Wanda turned to the direction of it, only to hear the familiar noise of your father barging in. Panicking, you tried to lift yourself up. However, Wanda had other plans as she kept her hold on you, giving you a look of authority to keep you from moving. Despite his unexpected return, Wanda was awfully calm, like she didn’t even care if you’d get caught getting fucked by his wife.

The footsteps were getting closer, making you sweat nervously as you stared between Wanda and where the hallway met the living room.

“Hey, is Wanda here?” Your father asked, seeing your head positioned slightly above the headrest of the armchair once he came into view. Considering the size of the chair and the way it was positioned, you guessed that Wanda wasn’t visible in his perspective. You turned your body a bit and moved your head to where the back of the chair didn’t block your eyes, resting an elbow on the armrest as you looked behind at him.

“I-“ you felt a small yet effective upward movement of Wanda’s hips that caused you to bite your lip hard, causing it to slowly bleed out. Any feeling of her moving inside your sensitive walls made you see stars. Your father looked at you, confused at the sudden pause. Wanda held a smug look on her face as her hands were on your waist, and noticing how you weren’t responding quick enough, she dug her nails into your skin. The action made you surprised and stutter out an answer to him, trying your best to ignore the pain and pleasure that came from the woman underneath you. “S-She’s probably out buying groceries.”

He only responded with a silent nod, no longer looking at you and focusing on searching for something from his pocket. Confused on why he was even home at this time, you asked “What are you doing here anyway? S-Shouldn’t you be at work..?”

Your father still wasn’t looking at you as he patted down his jacket. “Uh yeah I got off work early… but I think I have to go back. I forgot my wallet,”he said, sighing loudly as he didn’t find it anywhere.

“You should probably go then…” you said, a noticeable quiver in your voice. Wanda still kept thrusting gently into you, the entire thing going in and out. You looked down at her face for second which showed a pleasured and teasing look as her eyes zeroed in on how you were taking it. Your lip was also still trapped between your teeth, and you tasted metal off the tip of your tongue.

“Alright, I’ll be back later then. Make sure Wanda starts dinner, I’m starving.”

That last comment made Wanda thrust inside your cunt brutally. A whimper escaped as you immediately put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it hard enough to make her stop. Her face then showed irritation and annoyance, staring off to the side. Luckily your father’s ears seemed to lack hearing, something you noticed as he hadn’t questioned the screaming coming from your room every night at all. He quickly left the house, leaving you stuck on top of his wife who he aggravated.

Out of nowhere, she brought her hands down to your ass, lifting you up from her strap. As you shakily stood, it allowed Wanda to drag you to the longer couch, pushing you down on it so you laid and faced upward. She took the hem of your shirt before pulling it off you in a careless manner.

“God, I’m so fucking sick of him…” she said, her voice deep and raspy as her eyes happened to have darken. Her hand took the toy and positioned it back to your pussy, only this time pushing in swiftly and roughly. You cried out and winced at the feeling of being stretched again, gripping onto the soft cushions underneath you. Wanda set off a fast pace and slammed into you without any remorse.

“W-Wanda slow down- please,” you begged, tears beginning to form once again. Wanda only ignored the plea, holding up your thighs from underneath and pushing them up against your chest to get better access. Your mouth fell open, moans spilling as the pain quickly faded into something pleasurable. You shut your eyes, letting Wanda take all her frustrations out on you now. Your orgasm was soon just seconds away, already built up from warming her cock earlier.

“There you go, cum for mommy,” she said, panting heavily as she continued the forceful thrusts and felt your walls tightening around the strap. Once her words registered, you came and let out noises you didn’t even know were possible out of your mouth. Wanda fucked you through it, letting you ride out your orgasm, but not letting up and making you build up to a second. You cried out again for her to stop, reaching out with one hand to push against her pelvis in attempt.

“Shh… you can take it,” she spoke, smiling sadistically down at you as tears kept falling. You shook your head no repeatedly and vigorously. Your noises and crying didn’t stop either, so to silence it, Wanda took two fingers and shoved them into your already gaping mouth, shutting you up. “Uh huh… so much better when you’re quiet and letting me have my way.”

You whined around her fingers, causing her to only push them deeper and making you gag. Finding it hot, she kept pushing her fingers back in and out, loving the way you choked on her thin yet long digits. It followed a similar pace as her hips, and this time she was pounding you into the couch. “Fuck, you love it when I stuff your holes like this huh? Filled up with all of me?”

Lost in your mind, you now nodded desperately feeling her beginning to hit your g spot over and over again. Drool leaked around Wanda’s fingers and your mouth, following the tears that layered your cheeks. She was feral at the sight of that and it only pushed her to fuck into you deeper and harder. Now coming closer to another orgasm, you whimpered aloud and gripped the wrist of Wanda’s hand that was near your mouth.

Your body shook tremendously once your climax hits you hard, more than the first. Wanda’s fingers left your mouth, a string of saliva following. And her movements continued, but a lot slower thankfully. Still, the overstimulation was overwhelming. “M-Mommy too much, I can’t…” you helplessly said as your voice was shriveled and weak. She had a small upward curve of her lips due to your adorableness from the aftershocks of an orgasm, then soon coming to a halt. She slowly pulled out, watching your pussy leave a mess as it leaked onto the couch.

Fighting the urge to just put her cock back in and fuck you stupid again, she breathed out heavily and took the strap off. Wanda leaned down to give you a kiss, a meaningful one as it lasted longer than most. “You’re so perfect baby… did so good for me. I’m so proud of you.” She whispered against your ear once you sat up slowly and against her chest with her help. It was already sore in different parts of your body, but especially your abused center and bruised thigh. Wanda wiped off the wet spots on your face, softly cradling the back of your head. “You okay?”

“Mhm…” you hummed in response, nodding slowly. She smiled cutely at you, now no longer thinking of anything else. She placed light feather kisses all around your face, causing you to also smile at her adoring aftercare.

“Good,” she said softly as her fingers ran through your hair. Her other arm wrapped around your body, pulling you into her more once she leaned back on the couch. Your head laid peacefully against her within this moment of silence. You then looked up from her neck to see her already looking down at you with a blush on her face along with her eyebrows knitted together forming small wrinkles between. It was like she wanted to tell you something, and knowing her, it was, because she always looked at you with that same expression when she felt vulnerable around you.

“I love you.”

The words that came from her mouth weren’t exactly unanticipated but you were still surprised. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and your face became a darker shade as well, matching the warm cheeks that Wanda had. She looked at you nervously as you took time to respond, not sure if it was too soon after the session.

“I love you too,” you replied, gazing up at her lovingly. She raised her eyebrows in surprise at your response, the overthinking and insecurities preventing her from expecting the answer she wished for. A grin grew on her face once she saw your cute expression. She cupped your face, pulling you into another deep kiss.

“I wish I met you sooner,” she whispered between kisses, thinking about how different it could’ve been without your father in the picture. You smiled, yet inwardly frowned at her words, finding them true as they proved the reality you created in your head false. That maybe you weren’t able to keep whatever this relationship was up in spite of the love you shared.

[luveline]

hii 🤍 i miss spencer, amanda and reader 🥺 when will reader and spencer finally kiss?? hahahah

thank you for requesting! fem, 1.2k

Amanda’s dad has a girlfriend with a kind mouth that curls in smiles, like seeing her is the one thing you’ve waited for all day. You have slow hands: your fingers ease through Amy’s hair one strand at a time, warm, but somehow shivers race down her spine whenever you touch her. You’re like her dad, in that you kiss her cheek before bed or hug her with one arm. You’re a gentle touch whenever Amy wants it. You and Spencer are both enthusiastically tactile. 

What Amy doesn’t understand is why you and her dad never seem to kiss. Amy isn’t sure if she wants to see it. She hasn’t thought of it in depth, just knows that you and Spencer are both grown ups who love one another —Spencer looks to you in every room, his eyes squinting against the sight of you like you’re some star, a sun, bright and blistering and too beautiful to look away. It’s like a movie. Plus, Amy wants a stepmom. Paula from school has one and she says it’s awesome. 

“Dad?” 

“Yeah?” Spencer’s voice echoes, head deep inside a cabinet looking for a can of evaporated milk. “We don’t buy enough canned stuff. We’d be screwed in the apocalypse.” 

“I like fresh.” 

“Of course you do. You’re brilliant.” 

“Brilliant,” you echo, legs swinging against the cabinet behind your legs. You hold the door to prevent Spencer’s likely head injury. 

“Dad?” Amy asks again. 

He pulls his head from the empty cabinet to appease her. “I know, I’m looking for the hot cocoa powder.” 

“That’s not what I want to ask.” 

“Oh. Well, what do you want from me, angel?” 

You choose that moment to hop down off of the counter top, phone in hand. “I’ll be right back,” you promise, leaving with no further explanation. 

It’s good timing. Amy crowds her dad to look up at him, a reflection of her brown eyes peering down at her curiously. He cups the back of her head. “What, Amy?” he asks. 

He says her name nicely, too. Amy is bathed in love, all the time, but it never gets any less warming. She wraps her arms around his thighs and rubs her nose against his stomach, cuddling into him. 

He’s patient, but not unaware. “What do you want, beautiful?” he murmurs, fingers scratching gently up his scalp and through her hair, soft ends of it fluttering down onto her shoulders. He repeats the motion. “I’m listening.” 

“Why don’t you and Y/N ever kiss?” 

He laughs softly. “Why are you asking me a question like that?” 

“You’re boyfriend and girlfriend, but you don’t kiss or anything. Do you?” 

Spencer holds her face, more fingers in her hair than anything on account of her small head. “No, we don’t kiss,” he says, like it’s a secret, but a good one. Amy’s confused squinting makes him laugh again. “Um… just, it’s not easy to explain, but we’re taking things slowly. That means that we like one another, but we’re not rushing to do things we aren’t ready for.” 

“You’re not ready to kiss her?” Amy asks. 

“Maybe not.” Spencer doesn’t share that you aren’t completely ready either, far as he’s aware. This is a big thing for both of you, months of deep pining, a fragility. “It’s not because I don’t want to.” 

“She’s really pretty. I think you should hurry, just in case someone else likes her.” 

Spencer hugs her to his tummy and gives her a squeeze. “She’s beautiful like someone else I know. And I will kiss her, I’m waiting for the right time.” 

Amy forgets about what she’d been asking after that, charmed and then ferried to her room to get dressed. We’ll have to go out for cocoa, Spencer had said, bundling her in a big coat. You were all to happy to put your shoes on and join them, Spencer’s borrowed scarf shielding your neck and jaw, your nose quickly sniffly against the cold. 

Amy takes your hand on the way into the cafe and savours the warmth of it. She will need to concoct the right time, she decides, for her dad to kiss you, if only so she can be a flower girl at your wedding. If you get married (if your wedding ceremony even has flower girls). She’s just thinking maybe she’ll be the maid of honour when you push out a chair for her. She settles in, wondering if you’d like flowers, what sort of clothes you’d wear, if you’d come live with them in the apartment, sipping at a procured, thick hot chocolate while you and Spencer chat. 

“Half?” he asks, knife poised over a pastry. 

“I already ate all mine.” 

“That’s not what I asked.” He cuts the pastry in half and offers it to you, a red and golden brown mini pie, fruit glistening in its jelly, flaky salt on the top that tumbles off the edges as he passes it to you. “Here.” 

You take a big bite. You smile so much you can hardly chew. 

Spencer stares at you. 

“What?” 

“Nothing, nothing.”

You have fruit on your lip. Your genuine puzzlement is all the more enticing: how is Spencer supposed to look away? He hooks his ankle around a leg from your chair and draws closer. 

“You know, I heard you earlier.” 

“When?” he asks. 

“Before we left. You were telling Amy that you think I’m pretty.”

“No, Amy said pretty, I said beautiful. I should’ve said perfect.” 

“That so?” you tease.

Spencer has to wonder what’s beneath it. Kiss me, kiss me. Lean over and do it, Reid. Or if he hears what he wants from your lilting mouth. “I’m sure there’s a hundred words I should’ve said.”

“You don’t have to say anything else,” you say decidedly, your hands falling to his knee, “that’s enough flattery for today.” 

“Is it?” 

“You sound entirely genuine,” you say, voice turning soft now, a padded thing to think about later. 

“I am,” he says. Simply, and hopelessly, leaning in to breathe the same air. 

“Is now the right time?” you whisper. 

“You heard that?” he asks back. 

“I’m ready whenever you’re ready.” 

Spencer chances a glance at Amy where she’s ripping at the paper sleeve on her hot chocolate before he holds your arm to kiss you. A chaste, brushing touch, pressure of a butterfly’s wing at first and then marginally firmer. He kisses you, and he pulls away just as your bringing your hand to his cheek. 

“Was that okay?” he asks. 

“Very princely.” 

“So you're getting married, right?” Amy butts in, her smile a thousand watts. “Yes? Can I choose the flowers? Can we go on a honeymoon?” 

Spencer flushes at the idea of Amy seeing him, but then he feels sick thinking about such a short first kiss, covering the side of your face with his hand to occlude his lips as he moves in and gives you another. 

“Dad, one was enough.” Amy’s concern is grouching, and it makes you laugh against his mouth. 

You both pull away. “Sorry, Amy,” Spencer says, “but you did tell me to hurry up.” 

“Yikes. Can I have some pie?” 

Spencer hands her his uneaten half. You search for his hand under the table. 

[ragvas]

Giant Stepmom

Amanda was a vision of perfection, a stepmother who had always been more than just a maternal figure to you. She stood 5' 9" (175 cm), with an enviable hourglass figure and a full D-cup chest. Her presence was captivating, from her warm smile to the way she carried herself with effortless grace. For as long as you could remember, you had admired her from afar, her beauty and charm quietly stealing your thoughts.

One day, while browsing the internet, you stumbled upon something that caught your attention: MILF MAX pills. The website claimed they could enhance a woman’s body in unimaginable ways, making her taller, curvier, and more confident. The idea intrigued you—Amanda was already stunning, but what if she became even more so? The thought sent your imagination spiraling.

After weeks of debating, you made a decision. You ordered the pills, convincing yourself that it was harmless. Amanda didn’t have to know. You’d slip one into her drink, and she’d experience the benefits without any suspicion.

It was a quiet evening when you finally put your plan into action. Amanda was relaxing in the kitchen, wearing a snug blouse and jeans that highlighted her curves. You prepared her favorite smoothie, carefully dissolving one of the pills into it before handing it to her.

“Thanks, sweetie,” she said with a warm smile, taking a sip. She didn’t suspect a thing, chatting with you as she drank.

The next morning, you noticed something different. Amanda was standing in front of the mirror in the hallway, adjusting her blouse. It looked tighter than usual, the fabric straining slightly around her chest. Her D-cup breasts seemed fuller, rounder—perhaps an E-cup now.

She frowned slightly. “Hmm, did this shrink in the wash?” she muttered to herself, tugging at the hem.

You tried to act casual, but your heart was racing. Had the pill worked? You couldn’t help but notice that she looked... taller, too. When she turned to grab her bag, you realized she was now closer to 5' 10" (178 cm).

Amanda looked over her shoulder, catching your gaze in the mirror. She tilted her head slightly, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she finished buttoning her blouse. The fabric was indeed straining against her new, larger breasts—now a full E-cup. She stepped closer to you, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and a hint of excitement. "Is everything okay?" she asked, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. Her touch sent a jolt through you, and you felt the warmth of her palm even through your shirt. You nodded, trying to play it cool, but the tremor in your voice gave you away. She raised an eyebrow. "You seem... nervous."

You swallowed hard, trying to find the words to explain your feelings. "It's just... you look so... amazing today, Amanda," you managed to murmur. You couldn't tear your eyes away from her newfound grandeur. The way the blouse struggled to contain her breasts was mesmerizing. You felt a strange mix of fear and excitement. "Did you, uh, do something different with your hair?"

She chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "No, darling," she replied, her hand moving to her hair, which cascaded down her back like a chestnut waterfall. She twirled a lock around her finger, drawing your gaze even further up to her bust. "But I did feel like I'd outgrown my clothes. Maybe I need to go shopping." She stepped closer, her breasts brushing against your chest as she peered into the mirror. "What do you think?" Her voice was a purr, and you felt your cheeks flush with heat.

"I-I think you're... stunning," you stuttered, your eyes widening as you felt her breasts press against you. They felt so soft, so warm. You hadn't realized how much larger they had gotten until now, and the sensation was overwhelming. You took a step back, trying to compose yourself.

Her smirk grew wider, her eyes flicking down to her chest and back up to yours. "Thanks," she said, her voice a playful purr. She took a moment to appreciate her reflection, watching her E-cup breasts shift as she moved. "But I don't think I've changed that much," she mused, though the gleam in her eyes said she knew something was up. She playfully poked one of her nipples, causing it to peak under the fabric, and took a step closer. "Maybe I just need to get a better bra," she said, her breasts brushing against your chest again.

Your heart raced as her breasts brushed against you, and you couldn't help but feel a little guilty for your part in her transformation. But as you watched her play with her hair, the way the light danced off her deep brown eyes, and the way her full, red lips curved into a knowing smile, you felt something else—excitement. "I'm sure you'll find the perfect one," you said, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice. You stepped aside, allowing her to pass, and couldn't help but stare at her hips as they swayed with her new height.

Amanda's eyes never left yours as she stepped away from the mirror, her smirk deepening as she saw the effect she had on you. She knew something was amiss, but she couldn't resist playing along. As she passed you, she leaned in close, her breath tickling your ear. "Maybe you should come with me and help me choose," she whispered, her voice thick with innuendo. Her hand trailed down your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps. She walked away, the sound of her heels echoing in the hallway as she grew to 5' 11" (180 cm). The fabric of her blouse stretched tautly over her chest, now a generous F-cup, and her jeans hugged her hips, highlighting every curve. Her confidence grew with each step, and she could feel a strange power thrumming through her veins.

You nodded, your throat dry, trying to keep your voice steady. "Sure, I'd love to help," you managed to say, your eyes still glued to her swaying hips. The guilt was slowly being overtaken by curiosity and a thrill you hadn’t anticipated. You followed her, trying not to stare too blatantly at her growing frame. As she grew to 6 feet (183 cm), you felt a mix of awe and anxiety. This was more than you bargained for, but somehow, it was also everything you'd ever hoped for.

Amanda felt the pill's effects coursing through her, her body responding to the newfound power with an eager hunger. She turned to face you, her eyes gleaming with excitement and mischief. "I'm sure you would," she said, her voice dripping with double-entendres. She took a deep breath, her F-cup breasts rising and falling dramatically. She reached out and gently adjusted your collar, her fingers lingering around your neck, a hint of possession in her touch. "But first," she began, her voice dropping to a whisper, "I think we should have a little... talk." She led you into the living room, her towering figure casting a long shadow as she grew another inch to 6' 1" (186 cm). The fabric of her blouse strained further, hinting at the massive orbs beneath, now threatening to spill over. Her gaze was intense, and you couldn't help but feel both thrilled and intimidated as she sat down on the couch, her legs crossing elegantly and her breasts threatening to escape their fabric prison.

Your heart was racing as you followed her, trying to comprehend the situation. The living room felt smaller with her larger presence, and you sat down on the edge of the couch, knees slightly apart, trying not to stare at the way her breasts jiggled slightly with each movement. "W-what do you mean, Amanda?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

She leaned back into the couch, her legs crossing and uncrossing, giving you brief glimpses of her smooth, toned thighs. At 6' 1" (186 cm) now, her breasts had grown to a G-cup, and the blouse was barely hanging on. She took a deep breath, causing her chest to heave, and you couldn't help but gasp at the sight. "Well," she began, her eyes twinkling, "I can't help but feel like something's... different." She leaned to the side, her breasts spilling slightly over the edge of the arm rest. "I've never felt so... alive. And I have a feeling you might know something about it."

You felt your cheeks burn as you sat on the edge of the couch. Her breasts looked so... huge. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," you lied, your voice shaking. You stared at the floor, unable to meet her gaze.

Amanda chuckled, the sound low and knowing. "I think you do," she said, her voice a velvety purr. She leaned back further, the couch groaning under her weight as her breasts strained against the blouse. She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, the fabric parting to reveal her cleavage—deep and inviting. "Tell me," she continued, her eyes locked on yours, "what's been going through that naughty little mind of yours?" She grew another inch to 6' 2" (188 cm), and you could see her G-cup breasts pushing against the seams of her blouse. Her gaze was both challenging and alluring, making it hard for you to maintain your innocent act.

You squirmed under her gaze, feeling the weight of the truth pressing down on you. "I-I just noticed you looked a little... bigger," you said, your eyes darting to her chest and back to her eyes. "It's probably just a... fluke." You tried to laugh it off, but the tremble in your voice betrayed your nerves. You sat up straight, trying to regain some semblance of control, but her presence was too overwhelming.

Amanda watched you fidget, her eyes narrowing slightly as she grew another inch to 6' 3" (191 cm), her breasts swelling to an H-cup. She knew you weren't telling her everything, but she enjoyed watching you squirm. "Bigger, huh?" she said, her voice a playful tease. She reached up and unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse, revealing the lacy bra that was now barely containing her voluminous breasts. The material was stretched to its limits, and you could see the faint outline of her areolae through the fabric. She leaned closer, her breath warm and sweet. "What makes you say that?" She let the question linger, her hand drifting to the bulging fabric of her blouse, tracing the curve of her cleavage. "Could it be these?" She asked, her voice dropping to a whisper, her eyes searching yours for any hint of guilt or admission.

You couldn't help but gulp at the sight of her breasts straining against the lace. "I-I just thought you might have had a really good breakfast," you tried to joke, your voice failing to hide your nerves. You felt your body responding to her closeness, your heart racing and your palms sweating. Her hand on her chest was hypnotizing, and you felt your resolve slipping away as she grew to 6' 4" (194 cm), her H-cup breasts threatening to spill out completely. "Maybe it's just my imagination," you added, hoping she wouldn't see through your facade.

Amanda's eyes searched yours, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she grew to 6' 5" (196 cm), her breasts now a jaw-dropping I-cup. She leaned back again, her massive breasts shifting and threatening to pop out of her bra with every movement. The fabric of her blouse was stretched so taut that you could clearly see the peaks of her nipples. She took off her blouse and reached behind her back and slowly unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. Her breasts bounced slightly as they were released from their confines, now fully exposed and seemingly gravity-defying. "Is it?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper. "Or is there something else at play here?" She cupped one of her breasts, her hand barely covering half of it, and squeezed gently, her nipple stiffening in response. "You seem... interested in my 'breakfast'." She watched you, her smile growing wider, enjoying the power she held over you.

You couldn't take your eyes off her, the sight of her bare, colossal I-cup breasts taking your breath away. You swallowed hard, trying to formulate a response that wouldn't give you away. "I-I just... I mean, you do look... different," you stuttered, your voice barely above a whisper. You felt your face flush and your palms sweat as you stared at her bare chest. The room felt like it was closing in around you, the air thick with tension and desire.

"Different, hm?" she mused, her eyes never leaving yours. She grew another inch to 6' 6" (198 cm), her breasts now a monstrous J-cup. She leaned in closer, her nipples grazing your arm as she spoke. "How so?" Her voice was a seductive purr, filled with amusement and power. She knew you were hiding something, and she was going to make you admit it. Her hand trailed down to your thigh, her fingers lightly stroking the fabric of your pants, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

You gulped, feeling the heat of her breasts against you, and her touch sent a bolt of electricity through you. "I-I don't know," you lied again, your voice barely above a whisper. You tried to inch away, but your body was frozen in place. "It's probably just... stress," you said, trying to sound casual. But as she grew to 6' 7" (201 cm), her J-cup breasts pressing against you, you couldn't ignore the truth anymore.

Her hand slid further up your thigh, her nails lightly scratching the fabric. She leaned closer, her warm breath tickling your ear. "Stress, huh?" she whispered, a hint of mocking in her voice. She grew another inch to 6' 8" (203 cm), her J-cup breasts now threatening to swallow your arm. Her hand moved to your neck, her thumb gently stroking the pulse point that was racing under her touch. "Or could it be something more?" she purred, her voice dripping with desire. You could feel her power, her dominance, and it was intoxicating. Her breasts grew heavier, filling out to a K-cup, and she leaned back, watching your reaction with a predatory smile. "You know, I've been feeling... insatiable lately," she said, her eyes never leaving yours. "And I have a feeling you might be the one to satisfy me."

You felt a mix of fear and excitement as her thumb traced the line of your jaw, her eyes dark with intent. You couldn't lie to her anymore—she had you in the palm of her hand. "I-I might have done something," you admitted, your voice shaking. "But I didn't mean for it to go this far," you protested weakly.

She chuckled, a low, throaty sound that resonated through your core. Her hand moved to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing against your skin. "Far?" she echoed, her K-cup breasts rising and falling with each breath. "Darling, we're just getting started." She grew another inch to 6' 9" (206 cm), her breasts now a colossal L-cup. Her eyes searched yours, a storm of emotions playing out—desire, power, and a hint of possessiveness. "Tell me," she whispered, "what did you do?"

Your heart raced as Amanda's hand remained on your cheek, her thumb tracing circles that sent shivers down your spine. The weight of her breasts against your arm was unbearable, and you couldn't help but stare into her eyes, lost in their warm depths. "I-I found these pills," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "MILF MAX. They're supposed to make women more... curvy." You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but the thrill of her touch kept you from looking away. "I just wanted to see if they worked," you added hastily, your eyes darting to her chest. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

Amanda's eyes searched yours, a cocktail of emotions swirling in their depths. She grew another inch to 6' 10" (208 cm), her L-cup breasts swelling further, their weight slowly surrounding your arm further and further. She leaned back, her breasts bouncing slightly, and you could see the wheels turning in her mind. She took a deep breath, her chest heaving, and you felt the couch sink beneath her. "MILF MAX, huh?" she murmured, a smirk playing on her lips. She grew another inch to 6' 11" (211 cm), her breasts now a massive M-cup. Her hand slid away from your cheek, down to cup one of her massive breasts, her fingers barely wrapping around the base. "And what did you hope to achieve with these... pills?" she asked, her voice a purr as she gently squeezed her nipple, watching the effect it had on you. You felt your breath hitch as her eyes grew more intense, the power in her gaze making you feel both tiny and incredibly important. "Was it for me, or for you?" she inquired, her hand moving to trace the outline of her other breast, her thumb brushing over the nipple.

You swallowed hard, her question hitting a nerve. "For... for you?" You murmured, unable to tear your gaze away from her breasts. "I... I just wanted you to be a bit... bigger. I... didn't know it would be... so much," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of awe and trepidation. Her touch was hypnotic, and you felt yourself leaning into her, your body responding to her dominance despite your fear.

Her smirk grew into a knowing smile, and she leaned in closer, her M-cup breasts pressing into your side. "Ah, so you did slip me something," she said, her voice a warm caress. "How clever of you to choose my favorite smoothie." She grew another inch to 7 feet (214 cm), her breasts now a staggering N-cup, their weight and presence overwhelming the space around you. "And just how big do you want me to get, darling?" she purred, her hand sliding down to rest on her stomach. The fabric of her jeans strained against her hips, the seams threatening to burst with every movement.

You felt the couch groan under the new weight of her body, her closeness making it hard to think. "I... I don't know," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. Her breasts were so... massive. You felt a strange mix of fear and exhilaration. "I... just wanted your breasts to be a bit... bigger," you said, your eyes darting to her chest. "But this... it's more than I could have ever imagined."

A glint of mischief entered her eyes at your admission. "A bit bigger?" she echoed, her voice filled with amusement as she grew to 7' 1" (216 cm), her breasts now a staggering O-cup. "I am feeling a bit parched." She leaned back, her breasts spilling over the arm of the couch. "Why don't you make me a smoothie, darling?" she said, her tone a seductive purr. "Just the way you did yesterday. It was so delicious. Uhm..."

You nodded, your gaze lingering on her breasts. "Of... of course," you murmured, standing up shakily. Your legs felt weak under her intense gaze. "W... what flavor?" you asked, trying to sound casual as you retreated into the kitchen, her words echoing in your mind.

Amanda watched you leave, a smug smile playing on her lips. As you retreated into the kitchen, she grew another inch to 7' 2" (219 cm), her breasts swelling to a size P. She leaned back into the couch, her breasts spilling around her, the fabric of the couch stretching under her weight. She called after you, her voice a siren's song, "Same as yesterday, darling. Don't forget the secret ingredient." She winked, the hint of a challenge in her eyes.

You felt a mix of excitement and dread as you went into the kitchen. You knew what she meant by "the secret ingredient." You grabbed another MILF MAX pill from the bottle you hid in the kitchen yesterday and crushed it with a spoon before mixing it into the smoothie. As you watched the pill dissolve, you couldn't help but wonder how much more she would grow. You brought the smoothie back out to her, your heart racing as you handed it over. "Here you go," you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

She took the smoothie from your trembling hand with a knowing smile, her eyes never leaving yours. "Thank you, darling," she said, her voice a purr. She took a sip, savoring the taste. As she grew another inch to 7' 3" (221 cm), her breasts expanded further, reaching a size Q. "Mm, just how I like it," she murmured, her gaze lingering on the pulsing vein in your neck. "Now, tell me," she began, leaning back into the couch, "what other... changes have you noticed in me?"

You swallowed hard, unable to ignore the way your body was responding to her. "Well, you're definitely... curvier," you said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Your breasts are... much larger."

She chuckled, her Q-cup breasts jiggling slightly with the movement. "Much larger, huh?" she said, arching an eyebrow. She took another sip of the smoothie, her eyes never leaving yours. As she grew to 7' 4" (224 cm), the couch groaned under her weight, her breasts swelling to a size R. She reached out and placed her hand on your leg, her touch feather-light yet electric. "And do you like what you see?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper.

You felt your body respond to her touch, a warmth spreading through you. "I... I do," you admitted, your voice hoarse. "They're... amazing." You couldn't help but stare at her breasts, now spilling over her massive thighs. You felt your heart race as she grew another inch to 7' 5" (227 cm).

Her eyes glinted with satisfaction at your admission. She took another sip of her smoothie, the cold liquid sliding down her throat as she grew to 7' 6" (229 cm), her R-cup breasts swelling to a size S.

"Good boy," she murmured, her hand moving up to gently squeeze your thigh. "Now, tell me more. What about my touch? Is it different?" She grew another inch to 7' 7" (232 cm), her breasts now a tantalizing T-cup, and you felt the couch sink a bit more. Her grip tightened slightly, a gentle reminder of her power.

You nodded, your heart racing under her touch. "Y-yes," you stuttered. "It's... stronger, more... intense." You could feel your body responding, your thoughts a jumbled mess as she grew to 7' 8" (234 cm). Her breasts, now an U-cup, seemed to fill the room, their weight and presence impossible to ignore.

Amanda took another sip of her smoothie, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she felt your body respond. She grew another inch to 7' 9" (237 cm), her breasts now a size V. "Intense, you say?" She leaned in closer.

Setting her drink aside, she reached out and placed her hand on your chest, feeling your heart pound beneath her palm. "Let's see if I can make it even more intense," she whispered, her eyes darkening with desire as she grew to 7' 10" (239 cm), her breasts swelling to a W-cup.

Her hand slid up to your neck, her grip firm but gentle, as she grew another inch to 7' 11" (242 cm). Her massive W-cup breasts creating a valley of cleavage that beckoned you closer. "Tell me," she breathed, "what do you want?"

You swallowed hard, your heart racing under her hand. "I... I want to see how much more you can grow," you confessed, your voice shaking with excitement and nerves.

Amanda's smile grew wider as she took another sip, her breasts swelling to a X-cup. "Is that all?" she teased, her hand sliding up to cup the side of your face, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip. She grew another inch to 8 feet (244 cm), her breasts now an Y-cup, filling the space between you. "I think you want more than just that," she whispered, her eyes searching yours.

You felt a jolt of desire at her touch. "I-I do," you admitted, your voice trembling. "I want... I want to see all of you." You couldn't believe the words leaving your mouth, but it was true. You were utterly captivated by her transformation.

She grew another inch to 8' 1" (247 cm), her breasts now a Z-cup. Her eyes searched yours, the power in her gaze making you feel both terrified and thrilled. "You want to see all of me?" she purred, her hand moving down to rest on your chest again. "I can give you that."

With an elegance that seemed impossible for her immense size, Amanda rose to her full, towering height. Her impossibly large breasts swayed heavily, mesmerizing you with their hypnotic rhythm as she loomed over you like a divine being made flesh. Her eyes locked onto yours, a playful spark dancing within their depths, as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans. The strained denim groaned in protest, clinging to her widened hips before finally surrendering to her strength. Slowly, she peeled the fabric away, revealing her soaked panties, the thin material no match for the swelling curves it barely concealed.

With a smirk that radiated confidence and mischief, Amanda hooked her fingers into the flimsy waistband and tore the panties clean off in a single motion, the ripping sound echoing through the room like a declaration of her growing dominance. The remnants of her clothing fell at her feet, and she stepped forward, fully bare, her towering figure casting an imposing shadow over you. Her every motion radiated sensuality, her curves glowing with an aura of overwhelming power and allure.

She leaned down with deliberate slowness, her massive breasts hanging heavily and brushing against your chest, her warmth enveloping you completely. Her lips claimed yours in a kiss that was as tender as it was overpowering, her sheer size and presence making your heart race and your mind whirl. Her hand cupped your cheek with surprising gentleness, a stark contrast to the raw, unstoppable force she had become. You were utterly lost, drowning in her dominance and the overwhelming reality of her transformation.

"Is this what you wanted?" she murmured against your mouth, her voice thick with desire. She grew another inch to 8' 2" (249 cm), her breasts reaching an A2-cup, the weight of them seeming to anchor her to the earth. Her hand slid down to your crotch, feeling your arousal with a knowing smirk. "To see me like this?"

You nodded, unable to speak, your eyes wide as you took in the sight of her. The fabric of your clothes strained against the pressure of her breasts, and you could feel her power, her dominance, her absolute control. "Y-yes," you managed to get out, your voice trembling.

Amanda chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to resonate in the very air around you. "Good," she said, her voice a warm caress as she grew another inch to 8' 3" (252 cm), her breasts now a formidable B2-cup. She reached down, her fingers deftly unbuttoning your shirt and sliding it off your shoulders, leaving you bare before her. "Because, darling," she whispered, her breath hot on your skin, "once we start, there's no going back."

You could feel your body responding to her, your heart racing and your breath coming in short gasps. You nodded, unable to find the words to express the mix of emotions coursing through you.

She took a step back, her eyes raking over your exposed chest, and with a knowing smile, she grew another inch to 8' 4" (254 cm). "Your heart is racing," she said, her voice a seductive purr as she reached out to lay her hand over your chest. "Why is that?"

You felt her hand cover your heart, the warmth of her palm spreading through your body. "I-it's just... the way you're looking at me," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. Her touch was like a brand, searing your skin with the reality of her power and beauty.

She grew another inch to 8' 5" (257 cm), her breasts reaching an even more monstrous C2-cup. "Is it fear, or excitement?" she asked, her eyes searching yours. "Or perhaps a bit of both?" Her hand trailed down your torso, the heat from her skin leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

You couldn't lie to her. Not anymore. "Both," you whispered, your voice shaking with anticipation. Her touch was like nothing you had ever felt before, the power behind it making you feel both weak and incredibly alive.

A slow smile spread across her face, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she grew another inch to 8' 6" (259 cm), her breasts swelling to a D2-cup. "Both," she echoed, her voice a seductive purr. "Perfect." She stepped closer, her massive breasts brushing against your bare chest, the sensation sending shockwaves through your body.

"Now, tell me," she whispered, her hand sliding down to the button of your pants, "are you ready to experience all of me?" Her touch was a tease, her fingertips tracing the outline of your growing erection through the fabric. You could feel the warmth of her breath on your neck as she grew another inch to 8' 7" (262 cm). Her breasts now an E2-cup, their weight was staggering.

Anon: You nodded, your breath coming in shallow pants. "Y-yes," you managed to get out, your voice barely a whisper. The anticipation was unbearable, your body aching for more.

She leaned down, her massive E2-cup breasts enveloping you as she kissed you again, deeper this time. As her tongue danced with yours, you felt her hand deftly unbutton and unzip your pants, the warmth of her palm sending shivers down your spine. She grew another inch to 8' 8" (264 cm), her breasts swelling to a F2-cup. Her hand slipped inside, wrapping around you, her gentle grip sending bolts of pleasure through your core. "You're mine now," she murmured, her voice a low, sultry growl.

You whimpered into her mouth, unable to resist her touch. Her hand felt so warm, so powerful. You nodded, your body trembling with need. "Y-yes," you breathed, the words a surrender to her dominance.

A triumphant smile claimed her lips as she grew another inch to 8' 9" (267 cm), her breasts now a G2-cup. She felt your hardness in her hand, growing firmer with every beat of your racing heart. "Good," she murmured, her grip tightening slightly as she grew to 8' 10" (270 cm). "You're going to need all that stamina," she whispered, her eyes gleaming.

With surprising grace, she knelt before you. Her hands, now larger and more powerful than ever before, reached for the waistband of your pants. With a single, smooth motion, she pulled them down, taking your socks with them in one swift tug. You felt the fabric slide down your legs, leaving you utterly bare before her. She took in the sight of you, her eyes hungry and filled with a motherly possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine.

She leaned in, her smile widening as she took in the sight of your arousal. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of power and affection, and she planted a soft, lingering kiss on the tip of your erect cock. The sensation was like nothing you'd ever felt before, a gentle yet overwhelming wave of pleasure. Then, with a swift, fluid motion that defied her new size, she rose to her feet, now 8' 11" (272 cm) with breathtaking H2-cup breasts. She towered over you, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire as she licked her lips.

With a dramatic flourish, Amanda took the smoothie from the table and downed it in one gulp, her Adam's apple bobbing with the effort. Her eyes closed in ecstasy.

As the potent mixture of the MILF MAX pill and the smoothie surged through her body, Amanda couldn't help but revel in the feeling. She placed the empty glass down and cupped her breasts, now massive H2-cups, with both hands, giving them a gentle squeeze. As she did, her eyes snapped open, and a loud, guttural moan escaped her lips, reverberating through the room. Milk burst forth from her swollen nipples in powerful streams, soaking her hands and cascading down her torso like a torrent. Her body shuddered, and she quickly grew another 5 inches, reaching an imposing 9'5" (287 cm), her head nearly brushing the ceiling. The overwhelming sensation left her panting, her eyes gleaming with a newfound hunger as she looked down at you with an almost predatory grin.

You stared in amazement as milk spurted from her nipples, painting her chest and hands in a display of unbridled power. You felt your own desires stirring, a strange mix of arousal and awe. "A-Amanda?" You stuttered, your voice filled with wonder and confusion.

She looked down at you, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "It seems the pills have a few more surprises for us," she said, her voice thick with lust as she wiped the excess milk off her hands with her thumbs, smearing it across her swollen, pebbled areolae. "Do you like what you see?" she asked, her smile wicked and her eyes gleaming as she grew to 9' 6" (290 cm), her breasts now an I2-cup.

You nodded, unable to find the words to describe the scene playing out before you. "It's... amazing," you murmured, your voice thick with desire.

"A-amazing," she echoed, her voice dripping with amusement as she grew to 9' 7" (292 cm), her I2-cup breasts swelling to a J2-cup. She took a step closer, the floorboards creaking beneath her immense weight. "And do you know what's even better than watching me grow?" she whispered, her breath hot on your skin.

You shook your head, your eyes glued to the mesmerizing sight of her breasts, now swollen and leaking milk. "W-what?" you asked, your voice barely a whimper.

"Better than watching me grow," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she leaned down and scooped you into her arms with surprising ease. You were so small compared to her, your body fitting perfectly against her chest, her massive J2-cup breasts enveloping you as if you were a tiny toy to be played with. "Is feeling it," she said, her voice a seductive whisper.

With a playful smile, she gently cradled you in the crook of one arm, her hand easily supporting your butt. The other hand guided one of her swollen, milk-soaked nipples to your mouth, pressing it against your parted lips with a firm but tender touch. You felt the heat of her skin, the softness of her aureolae, and the hardness of her nipple as it filled your mouth. She was so large, so powerful, that holding you was as effortless as cradling a baby to her bosom.

The taste of her milk was unlike anything you've ever experienced - sweet, slightly tangy, and filled with a warmth that seemed to spread through your entire body. You instinctively began to suckle, the action feeling so natural despite the surreal situation.

A soft moan escaped Amanda's lips as she felt your mouth latch onto her nipple, the warmth of your mouth sending waves of pleasure through her. Her moan deepened, echoing through the room, as she suddenly surged taller, her height increasing to an imposing 9' 9" (298 cm), her head almost hitting the ceiling. She carefully bent her head, her forehead grazing the ceiling. She began to navigate the room, her towering 9' 9" (298 cm) frame bent slightly to accommodate the human-sized doorways that now felt like tight, claustrophobic tunnels. The floorboards creaked beneath her, a testament to the weight of her J2-cup breasts that she held you against as she made her way to the bedroom.

You couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort as you nursed from her, the warm milk coating your tongue and filling your mouth. You looked up at her, your eyes filled with a mix of awe and love, watching her navigate the room with a grace that seemed almost godlike.

She looked down at you with a motherly affection that sent a thrill through your body. Her hand gently stroked your hair as you continued to suckle, her milk seemingly never-ending. "You're doing so well," she murmured, her voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate through the very air. She grew another inch to 9' 10" (300 cm), her breasts now a K2-cup, the weight of them seemingly increasing with every drop of milk that spilled into your mouth.

As she lay you down on the bed, her massive body looming over you, the mattress groaned under the weight of her newfound size. She hovered over you, her breasts hanging low, the nipples still leaking milk onto your face. Her hand caressed your cheek, her eyes filled with love and desire. "You've made me so happy," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she suddenly grew to 10 feet (305 cm), her K2-cup breasts now a L2-cup, swollen and heavy with milk. "I never knew I could feel so alive."

You looked up at her, the warm milk dripping down your cheeks as you reached up to cup one of her breasts.

"Mmm," she moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt your small hand against her massive L2-cup. "I like that," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. With a gentle touch, she guided her other breast to your mouth, and you eagerly took the nipple between your lips, the sweet, warm milk filling your mouth. Her hand slipped down your body, her fingers tracing the contours of your abs before moving lower.

You felt her hand on your thigh, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through you as you continued to drink from her. The feeling of her power and dominance was intoxicating, making you want to give in to her completely.

As you suckled greedily, Amanda's eyes grew dark with need. She grew another inch to 10' 1" (308 cm), her L2-cup breasts swelling to M2-cups. Her hand slid down further.

With a gentle but firm grip, she wrapped her fingers around your erection, stroking it with surprising finesse for someone so large. Her touch sent electric currents through your body, making you moan around her nipple. She chuckled, the sound low and thrilling, and grew to 10' 3" (313 cm), her M2-cup breasts now a size N2-cup.

"You like that, don't you?" she whispered, her eyes half-lidded with lust as she grew to 10' 4" (315 cm). Her strokes grew more confident, her hand moving in time with the rhythm of your suckling. "This power... it's like nothing I've ever felt before," she murmured, her voice thick with pleasure.

You nodded, the sensation of her massive breasts and her stroking hand overwhelming your senses. Your body responded to her touch, your hips moving in sync with her hand.

"Mmm," she purred, her voice a siren's call that seemed to resonate in your very bones. "It seems we've unlocked more than just growth with those pills," she said, her eyes gleaming as she grew to 10' 5" (318 cm), her breasts now an O2-cup. Her hand moved with purpose, her strokes becoming more demanding as she grew to 10' 6" (320 cm) with P2-cup breasts. "You like it when I'm in charge, don't you?" she whispered, her thumb circling the sensitive head of your cock as her milk flowed freely into your mouth.

You nodded, your mouth too full of her to respond with words. The taste of her milk was intoxicating, and the feeling of her massive breasts against your body was more than you could ever have imagined.

She grew another inch to 10' 7" (323 cm), her breasts swelling to a Q2-cup size. "Good," she murmured, her strokes growing more deliberate. "Because, my little one," she said, her voice a sultry purr, "I'm just getting started." She leaned down, her breasts engulfing you as she whispered in your ear, "Do you want more?"

You nodded fervently, your mouth still full of her warm, sweet milk. Your body was a symphony of pleasure, her strokes and the weight of her breasts creating a crescendo that left you trembling beneath her.

Her smile grew wider as she felt your response, her strokes becoming more deliberate, her hand a vice grip around your shaft as she grew to 10' 8" (326 cm) with R2-cup breasts. She watched your face, your eyes rolled back in pleasure, as her hand worked its magic. "Mm, yes," she whispered, her own breathing growing heavier. "Take it all in, darling."

The room felt smaller, the walls closing in as her breasts grew to an unimaginable size of S2 cup, filling your vision. The taste of her milk, the power in her touch, it was all consuming. You nodded again, eager for whatever she had planned next.

With a smirk, Amanda gently pulled her nipple from your mouth. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your neck as she whispered, "You're going to make me grow so much more, aren't you?" Her hand tightened around your erection, stroking faster as she grew to 10' 9" (328 cm).

You could only whimper in response, your body trembling with need. The room felt hot, the air thick with the scent of her milk and the power that surrounded her.

Amanda's smile grew more wicked as she felt your body respond to her words. She knew exactly what you wanted, what you craved. She leaned in closer, her massive S2-cup breasts pressing against you, the weight of them a delicious pressure as she whispered in your ear. "You want to make me grow more, don't you?" Her hand didn't stop moving, her strokes growing faster, more urgent.

You nodded frantically, the pleasure building within you as you felt her breasts against your body, her milk-soaked nipple grazing your cheek. "Y-yes," you managed to gasp out, your voice hoarse from the overwhelming sensations.

Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she grew another inch to 10' 10" (331 cm), her S2-cup breasts swelling quickly to a T2-cup. "Keep going," she encouraged, her voice a low, seductive growl. "Make me feel as powerful as you know I am." Her hand tightened around you, her strokes becoming more forceful as she watched you squirm beneath her.

You nodded, your eyes never leaving hers as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Her power, her beauty, it was all too much to handle. "A-amanda," you moaned, the sound muffled by the soft flesh of her breast.

With a low chuckle, she leaned in further, her T2-cup breasts pressing down on you like pillows of pure ecstasy. "That's it," she murmured, her hand moving with the precision of a maestro. "Make me grow, baby."

You could feel the orgasm building within you, each stroke of her hand pushing you closer to the edge. Her breasts felt like heaven against your body, the warmth of her milk seeping into your skin.

She grew to 10' 11" (333 cm), her breasts now an U2-cup size, and her hand didn't miss a beat. Her grip was like steel, yet her touch was as soft as a feather. "Tell me," she whispered, her eyes dark with desire. "What do you want?"

You gasped for air, her breasts smothering you, the sweet scent of her milk filling your nose. "I-I want you to keep growing," you managed to say, the pressure of her breasts against your chest making it hard to breathe.

A wicked smile curved her lips as she grew to 11' 1" (338 cm) with V2-cup breasts. "Is that all?" she teased, her strokes growing more deliberate. "Tell me, what do you really want?"

You felt the room spinning as her breasts grew, your mind racing with the implications of her question. "I-I want... I want to worship you," you confessed, the words slipping from your mouth before you could think them through.

Her strokes grew even more forceful, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she grew to 11' 2" (341 cm), her breasts now a size W2-cup. "Worship me?" she repeated, her voice a purr. "How do you intend to do that?"

You nodded, your eyes wide with desire as you stared up at her. "Any way you want," you murmured, feeling her power wash over you.

She grew to 11' 3" (343 cm), her breasts now a X2-cup. "I want you to crave every inch of me," she said, her hand moving faster as her excitement grew. "To adore me as the goddess I am becoming."

You nodded, lost in the sensation of her powerful strokes. The weight of her breasts was both terrifying and exhilarating, leaving you feeling incredibly vulnerable and small.

A thrill shot through Amanda as she felt your submission. She grew another inch to 11' 4" (346 cm), her X2-cup breasts now an Y2-cup size. "You want to worship these?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper, her hand still working its magic on your erection.

You nodded, your eyes never leaving hers, your body trembling with anticipation. "Yes," you replied, your voice a needy whimper.

She leaned in closer, her Y2-cup breasts now pressing down on you like heavenly pillows, their weight both crushing and comforting. "Good boy," she murmured, her hand moving with the confidence of a goddess. "Now, tell me, what is it you want from me?"

You struggled to form words, your mind racing with the sensations of her touch and the overwhelming presence of her massive breasts. "I-I want to make you big," you managed to say, your voice quivering with passion.

Her eyes lit up with excitement as she grew to 11' 5" (348 cm), her Y2-cup breasts swelling to become Z2-cups. "How big, baby?" she whispered, her hand stroking you with purposeful intent. "How much do you want to see me grow?"

You took a deep breath, feeling the pressure of her massive breasts against you. "As big as you can get," you replied, your voice trembling with excitement.

At your words, Amanda's smile grew wider, and she leaned closer, her Z2-cup breasts engulfing you completely. "Is that all?" she teased, her hand never stopping its delicious torment.

You nodded, unable to find the words to express the depth of your desire. The warmth and weight of her breasts was smothering, yet you felt a strange comfort in her power. "Y-yes," you panted, the pressure building within you.

Amanda's eyes gleamed with excitement as she grew to 11' 6" (351 cm), her breasts swelling to an A3-cup. "Keep telling me," she urged, her hand stroking faster. "How big do you want me to get?" Her voice was a siren's call, her breath warm and sweet with the scent of her milk.

You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, the room spinning as her breasts grew to B3-cups.

"As... as big as the sky," you murmured, the words slipping out of your mouth unbidden, your body lost to the overwhelming pleasure of her touch.

A low, thrilled chuckle rumbled in her chest, vibrating through her B3-cup breasts and into your body. She grew to 11' 7" (354 cm), her breasts becoming C3-cups. "The sky, huh?" she said, her hand moving faster, her strokes more deliberate. "You know I'd do anything for you, don't you?"

You nodded, unable to form coherent words as the pleasure grew unbearable. Her breasts felt like the universe itself pressing down on you, a crushing force of beauty and power.

Amanda's eyes sparkled with excitement, her strokes growing more deliberate. "Well, I guess we'll have to see about that," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to echo in the room.

The room felt like it was spinning as the pressure of her C3-cup breasts grew, the sweet warmth of her milk seeping into every pore of your being. You nodded again, your eyes glazed over with need.

She leaned in closer, her C3-cup breasts pressing down on you, the warmth of her milk spreading across your chest like a warm blanket. "Anything for you," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. Her hand didn't stop moving, her strokes growing more intense as she grew to 11' 8" (356 cm) with D3-cup breasts.

As she felt you nearing climax, Amanda's eyes widened with excitement. She leaned down, her massive D3-cup breasts brushing against your legs, and took your throbbing erection into her mouth. Her warm, wet mouth closed around you, and she began to suck with surprising strength and skill. The sensation was unlike anything you'd ever felt before.

You moaned loudly, your body arching off the bed as you grabbed onto her hair, pulling her closer as you reached the peak of your pleasure. Your eyes squeezed shut as you released, and she eagerly took it all, drinking your essence as if it were the finest nectar. Her throat contracted around you, milking every last drop. As she swallowed, you could feel the heat of your release spread through her, and she grew another 3 inches to 11' 11" (364 cm), her D3-cup breasts swelling to become E3-cups.

With a satisfied smirk, she pulled back, releasing your now-sensitive member from her warm, velvety embrace. Her tongue swiped over her lips, collecting every drop of your cum, and she watched you with hooded eyes as she brought one of her massive E3-cup breasts to her mouth. She suckled her own nipple with a slow, deliberate motion, drawing a stream of milk into her mouth. Her eyes never left yours as she swallowed, the muscles in her throat dancing with the effort. "Mmm," she hummed, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Ah... So refreshing... My milk is relly good... Hmm... No wonder you seem to love it so much, little one. If you are a good boy, I will let you suck some more later."

You lay there, panting, your eyes glued to the sight of her suckling her own nipple. The power dynamics in the room had shifted so much since this all began, and yet it felt so natural, so right. Her dominance was absolute, and you found yourself craving it. "I... I will," you breathed, still trying to process what had just happened.

She licked her lips, her E3-cup breasts heavy and full of milk. "Good," she murmured, her eyes never leaving yours. With a grace that defied her new size, she leaned over you, her breasts looming like two moons. "But for now," she whispered, her breath warm on your skin, "I need more of your love."

"Why don't you go to the kitchen, sweetheart," she purred, her eyes filled with a mischievous glint, "and whip up one of those heavenly smoothies of yours? We have a long way to grow before I reach the skies."

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[morganski-19]

The One with the Gossip

The group is hanging out at the café, all in different conversations when Jonathan comes into the bar and flops down on the couch. Camera bag sliding off his shoulders.

“When does this place start serving alcohol?” he groans.

“In about thirty minutes,” Nancy starts, “are you ok?”

Argyle trades places with Robin, sitting next Jonathan. “That bad?”

Jonathan nods, widening his eyes. “Messiest wedding I have worked months. There were so many things and they just piled on top of each other. The amount of bridesmaids and groomsmen that had previously slept together and didn’t know about it was insane.”

Steve and Eddie turn their heads at the same time. “What now,” Eddie says intrigued.

“I love messy shit I’m not apart of,” Steve mutters under his breath.

“It was crazy,” Jonathan sits up, turning toward Steve and Eddie at the side table. “And it all started for the most stupid reason. The guys apparently had a bet when to see how many of the bridesmaids they could sleep with. And the girls didn’t know about it, and a few of them fell with their ‘charms’ and were none the wiser. Until, one of the groomsmen said who won in their speech.”

“Holy shit,” Robin says with a sip of her tea.

Eddie winces. “That is such a dick move.”

“How likely was it that they were part of those fraternities that just liked to terrorize people,” Steve asks. Having almost accidently joined one of these fraternities when he was in college.

Jonathan nods with disgust. “That only scratches the surface. The best man had won, having slept with six out of the seven bridesmaids, and he was engaged to the maid of honor.”

Everyone winces with disgust.

“Not cool, dude,” Argyle says with disappointment. “So not cool. How can people do this to other people. And think that they can get away with it.”

“Because they’re inconsiderate assholes,” Steve says at the same the same time Eddie says “They’re disgusting bags of shit.” They high five each other.

Jonathan lets out a long breath. “And I’m not done yet. It gets worse.”

“Oh my god, how,” Nancy questions.

Argyle stands. “I’ll be right back, continue without me.” He walks over to the bar and starts to talk to the barista.

“He got bonus points for sleeping with the bride. And the second-place winner, was the groom.”

“Holy shit,” everyone says in unison.

Jonathan nods with wide eyes. “And the groom got a bonus point for sleeping with his future mother in law.”

They were too stunned to speak, just letting the silence fill that moment. Argyle returns with a cup of something and places it in Jonathan’s hands.

“What did I miss?” he asks, looking at them all super confused. “Are you guys broken?”

Steve shakes his head, trying to wrap his head around what was just said. “I don’t think I’ve heard that one before.”

“And this is coming from someone who has actually slept with one of his frat bro’s moms,” Robin interjects.

“On accident. And she was his stepmom, that was much younger than his dad, well after I was in college. He doesn’t know, it’s fine.”

“Did that cause another sex ban?” Eddie asks.

Steve laughs. “No, that’s when the figured out that the previous sex ban wasn’t working.”

Jonathan takes a sip of the drink Argyle gave him. “Jesus, that’s strong. Did you bribe them or something?”

“Something like that. Seriously though, what did I miss?”

“Groom slept with the future mother-in-law,” Robin fills in, Argyle winces. “What is with people?”

Jonathan shrugs. “Don’t know. But it was a big wedding that they are not getting a refund for. And I still got cake, well what was left of it.”

Eddie leans forward. “What was left of it?”

“Yeah,” Jonathan nods. “Speeches were right before cake, so the bride took the entire top layer and slammed it over the groom’s head. Followed by the maid of honor taking two giant handfuls and shoving it into the best man’s face. Arguments broke out and all that shit. I stayed back to help clean up.”

“Had they signed the marriage certificate yet?” Nancy asks.

Jonathan sighs. “No clue, don’t care. It’s over and I got paid. A lot. This was not a cheap wedding. Oh right,” Jonathan reaches down into his bag and grabs a takeout container, handing it to Argyle. “Saved you a piece of cake.”

Argyle takes it, opening it and starting to eat it. Nodding his head in appreciation.

The rest of the group looks at Jonathan. “Where’s our cake?” Robin asks, a little hurt.

“You don’t live with me, you don’t get cake.”

Tag list (let me know if you want to be added or taken off) @slowandsteddie, @annieofhearts, @cacdyke, @ubpd, @captain--low, @thespaceantwhowrites, @goodolefashionedloverboi, @anne-bennett-cosplayer, @lunaticparisianlady, @apomaro-mellow, @dolphincliffs, @dragonmama76, @maggiebug417, @stevesbipanic, @fearieshadow, @mentallyundone, @eightpackdiaz, @au79burger @bookworm0690 , @practicallybegging, @potato-of-the-lord, @autumncrocusandladybug

[brucewaynehater101]

Okay okay. I saw you write “lesbian Janet Drake AU” AND I HAD A THOUGHT

Normally I’m team ‘Janet Drake was always a Drake and Jack took her last name’ BUT

I think it would be really cool if in this AU

Janet is a power hungry woman (perfectly normal) so she marries new money Jack Drake to get ahead in life.

She has a kid to secure the Drake legacy (hello baby Timmy)

And then she hires someone to off Jack!!!

The wonderful assassin lady she hired said that she’d do it for free (first assassin step mom, pick your favorite villainous woman), thus opening the door for baby Timmy to start picking up skills from his mom’s villainous girls friend of the week

So yeah, origin story of how we got Jack Drake out of lesbian Janet’s life and opened the door for many a morally grey/black step moms for Timmy to learn “life skills” from

I fucking love this so much, my lords.

In this AU specifically, Jack is an asshole rich guy who viewed Janet (smart, cold, calculative, charming Janet) as a trophy wife.

Janet was fine with this. She's not a good person (Jack was an asshole, but not overall a bad person. Killing Jack was a wee bit fucked up, but fuck yeah. Good for her), but she is a good mom. She loves her kid and does everything she can for him. She has her own life outside of being a mom (which is healthy), but her kid does come first.

Tim gets many many stepmoms.

The stepmoms are kind of charmed by Janet's morally grey BAMF MILF vibes

[mrsparrasblog]

Makarov X Price Daughter pt.2

Pt 1 pt.3

You woke up with the worst headache of your life. Did you drink too much yesterday? You didn't remember drinking at all, only meeting the most handsome man you ever saw in your life who was interested in you and charming. When you slowly shifted in bed, you felt some difference. Your bed felt more comfortable and not so small anymore. It wasn't your usual twin-sized bed; it was a king-sized bed and very comfortable. Did you go to his place yesterday and forget?

You opened your eyes and gasped. This was definitely not your home. The room you stayed in was gigantic. The bed sheets were made of satin, and not the poor ones, but expensive satin, and they were pink. The whole room was to your aesthetic. Were you dreaming? You must have. You wiggled your legs away from the satin sheets, noticing the pajamas you wore. You didn't remember buying this. Just a dream.

As you jumped out of the comfortable bed, the dream turned into a nightmare. There were four military men pointing guns at you. "Куда, по-вашему, вы направляетесь?"

Russian. Your mysterious bachelor from yesterday was Russian too, but it couldn't be. He was so nice. You whined as you replied, tears streaming down from your face onto your soft cheeks. "Sir, I don't understand Russian."

They rolled their eyes at you and chuckled. They didn't speak with you, only gesturing for you to sit down and point their guns at you, and you obeyed. You remembered how your dad always told Tina, If someone points a gun at you, listen. He never told you anything about how to save your life in these kinds of situations. It is ironic to think that you were in this situation. You asked your dad once if he'd teach you how to shoot a gun, but he said things like that wouldn't be for girls like you, more for girls like Tina.

After sitting in the same spot for an hour, Vlad really entered the door. "Princess, were my guards too ruthless, or why do you cry?"

You couldn't believe how naive you were. Of course, a man like him had ulterior motives when he flirted with you. "Why are your guards pointing a gun at me?"

"Oh, Princess, are you scared?"

You only nodded and gasped when his reaction to your nod was to shoot one of his guards in the head. The blood splattered on the remaining two guards and on the soft white carpet. You were horrified. You had never seen someone get killed in front of you, and you were scared out of your life. He killed his own man without any remorse.

"Sorry, Princess, about the mess, but you don't need to be scared. I'll always protect you," he said with a sinister smile as if he really thought he was my protector, but he wasn't. He was a psychopath.

"Why am I here?"

"You know your dad pissed me off, and I wanted to teach him a lesson, but I'm a man of resources, and your ass is worth enough not to be killed. Besides, I'd like to see John Price begging to spare your life."

You didn't know why, but you laughed. You got kidnapped for your dad, who didn't even make time to come to your birthday, as if he had time to save you from Vlad. "I think you got the wrong daughter for that. That will be my death, and my father won't care enough to save the biggest disappointment in his life."

"Oh, Princess, I know that you think your daddy hates you and loves your ugly little sister, but want to know a secret?" He grinned, his eyes darkening.

You only nodded. You thought you didn't want to know, but you would agree with everything. Vlad didn't seem like the guy to tolerate your sassiness.

"Tina isn't his."

"What?"

"Yes, your annoying stepmom cheated."

"My life is a joke."

He screamed at you, "I don't tolerate negativity towards yourself. Did I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Vlad."

"Good girl," he purred, nipping at your neck. He wasn't someone who showed care or ever felt affection before, but he was always possessive, never sharing, not even as a kid. So, this was his way to go: marking your neck, showering you with gifts, and showing everyone touching you would get them killed—and not in a merciful way. He didn't know why or what spell you put him under, but you occupied his mind. He was almost close to killing you for it, but he had better things in mind—more selfish things for you. "You know, my princess, I have big plans for you."

"It's beautiful," you said flatly, not wanting to satisfy him to much.

He grabbed your wrist roughly and walked you to a second room, a walk-in closet. How rich was this guy? There was everything you could have imagined—everything from your Pinterest board. And everything was straight-up luxury: Louboutins, YSL heels, Chanel dresses, Cartier jewelry, and a Birkin bag. Who is this guy?

"Is this—"

"I almost needed to kill someone for that stupid bag, but everything for you, princess," he said. The sound of his flickering tongue made your stomach grumble.

"You can't buy my love!" You screamed, your emotions pent up, and you started to cry again.

He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you down into the basement of this mansion, showing you a dark and cold room. "Stop being ungrateful, or I'll let you rot here." He didn't need to prove anything. You knew he was ruthless by the way he killed his own men.

"I'm sorry, Vlad."

"Good girl," he purred, nipping at your neck. He wasn't someone who showed care or ever felt affection before, but he was always possessive, never sharing, not even as a kid.

So, this was his way to go: marking your neck, showering you with gifts, and showing everyone touching you would get them killed—and not in a merciful way. He didn't know why or what spell you put him under, but you occupied his mind. He was almost close to killing you for it, but he had better things in mind—more selfish things for you.

"You know, my princess, I have big plans for you."

"Kill me and send my corpse to my dad?" You said it sarcastically, and he smirked at your response.

"You know this is my empire, and every good empire needs its queen."

"No."

"Oh, you think you have a say in this? You will fall in love with me anyway, pathetic little girl."

He grabbed you and pushed you deeper into him, the tip of his finger gliding around your bottom lip, savoring the slickness from your trembling lips before kissing you forcefully. He wasn't a man who kissed without ulterior motives normally, always feeling disgusted by this. But right now, he wanted to claim every inch of you, showing you that you are indeed his.

Like a reflex, you leaned into his kiss, feeling the need to savor this moment. He could have only asked you out, and you would have agreed, but now you're his plaything.

Tag list: @multifand0midi07 , @whos-fran

[gurugirl]

The Forbidden (Completed Series)

stepbrother!harry - in which Harry and you meet six months before your parents are married and there’s immediate sexual tension that neither of you have the power to resist but things are tricky and quite messy

Mint Chocolate Chip (Completed Series)

in which the attractive older man that frequents the ice cream shop you work at has been making dark plans for you and when he finally gets you where he wants you, you’re easier to break than he imagined - dark!Harry content

The Con Artist (Completed Series)

detective!harry x criminal!reader

You're a wanted criminal and when Harry Styles, the detective on the case, finally catches up to you he finds it difficult to resist your charms.

Forgive Me, Father (Completed Series)

soft dom priest!harry x subby!reader

Harry is a priest with a dark secret but he's got a big heart and he's looking for someone special to share it with. When Y/n confesses her sins, he thinks she might just be the one.

The Arrangement (Completed Series)

sugardaddy dom!harry x subby!reader

Based on this request - Harry's wife proposes that he find a mistress to meet his needs in the bedroom as she is no longer willing. His wife has 2 rules: The first is that he finds a professional, and the second is that no feelings are to be involved. But both of those rules are thrown out the window when he meets Y/n.

A Good Boy (Completed Series)

stepson!harry x stepmom!reader (both adults)

Harry's got the hots for his young stepmom and she's pretty fond of him too.But they're both trying really hard to be good.Loosely based on this ask.

A Balancing Act (Completed Series)

this fic is commissioned by @cinnamonone (thank you!! xoxo): Y/n is a successful artist with a good head on her shoulders and Harry is a famous popstar in therapy. Navigating a relationship with someone as famous and adored as Harry isn't an easy task but Harry is desperate to make it work once and for all. famous!harry x plus size!reader

Just For Tonight (Completed Series)

this fic is anon commissioned (thank you!! xoxo): Harry spots an angel in the crowd and he can't keep his eyes off of her. And, as if by some cosmic pull, he can't help but ask her backstage. But it's only going to be just for tonight. Or is it? famous!harry x reader

The Unicorn (Completed Series)

Based on this & this. 3 part very mini-series. You nanny for the Styles, but Harry and his wife would like to offer you another position. Everyone gets more than they bargained for. dad!harry x nanny!reader

Can We Start Over ? (Completed Series)

this 5 part series is commissioned by @justfattiethings (thank you!! xoxo): From the first day you and Harry meet, your relationship is beyond complicated. A one night stand leads to hurt feelings and then a job opportunity that you simply can't pass up is offered. But can you handle working for a man like him? enemies to lovers

Ex-Boyfriend's Dad!Harry (completed)

Harry's your ex-boyfriend's hot dad. But it gets more complicated than just that.

[captainwinterrsoldierr]

Greetings.  I would like to make a request with Lester where the (female) reader recently turned 18 and she and Lester have been together in secret for a while and Apollo's sons and daughters are shocked that their stepmother is supposed to be barely older than They.  Thank you!☀️

Ty for the request! Sorry it took so long to post!☺️🫶🏽

Title: Do We Call you Stepmom now?

Apollo x Fem!Reader

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You finished up with training the new demigods at Camp. The new kids gathered their supplies and walked off to prepare for dinner. You finished cleaning up the weapons and sorted them properly on the weapon stache.

The sun rays glint brightly in the clear waters. The golden hue of the sunset always made you smile thinking about him. Just the thought of him made you blush and made your heart thump. As if reading your mind, you heard a chariot land behind you. You turn and saw Apollo getting off the chariot. He transformed into Lester. You didn’t mind at all. You loved him both ways no matter what. But he will always be the goofy, charming Lester to you no matter what.

His eyes glossed over as his mouth curved into that brilliant smile of his. He held out his hands and cupped your face gently. His blue eyes twinkled. Lester leaned into you and placed his lips onto yours. His kisses were always like this. Slow and meaningful. You always felt loved by him.

“I missed you darling,” He said pecking your lips.

You giggled, “I just saw you yesterday.”

He sighed dramatically, “Oh my love and it’s never enough.” His hands traced your back and he held you closely.

You glanced over your shoulder and saw Kayla walking over to where you and Apollo were.

“Ah!” You pushed him away and started to pretend lifting a sword.

Lester raised his eyebrows at you, “Y/N!”

“I’m sorry but we haven’t told your kids yet we’re together! What will they say! Im a Demigod!” You panicked ducking behind a shield.

Lester bit his lip, “Well let’s tell them now! Darling you just turned 18 it’s fine! We’re happy and in love!” He clapped happily.

You furrowed your eyebrows still ducked behind the shield. Kayla was getting close now soon she will see you two. Lester knelt up to you.

“My love, my sweet sunshine it’s ok I promise. They won’t say anything and as far as I can tell they love you!”

Your lips trembled, “are you sure?”

He nodded and he held his hand out. You took it and brushed the dirt off your knees. You spotted Kayla and waved at her.

“He-hey Kayla!” You nervously smiled.

Her eyes darted when she saw Lester, “Hey dad! What are you doing here today.”

You fiddled with your thumbs nervously.

“Greetings amazing daughter, me and y/n actually have something to tell you and the others, where are they now?”

“Oh they’re getting ready for dinner! Come on! I was just looking for y/n since I hadn’t seen her.”

Your heart warmed. Maybe they will be ok with this. The three of you chatted and walked back to the cabins. Kayla seemed unknowing of you and Lester. His fingers brushed against yours as the three of you walked. You finally reached the cabin and your heart raced faster.

Will was chatting with Nico outside the cabin. Austin was running around looking for a piece for his saxophone.

Will spotted you 3 and his eyes beamed. “Dad! Hey!”

“We have news to tell you all, my magnificent children,” Lester grinned. You nodded trying to seem confident. You all gathered in the central living space of the cabin. All eyes were on you and him. Even Nico was there. He smirked and drew a heart with his fingers. You bit your tongue. Oh no.

“So we are gathered here today to say-“ Lester began.

“What that you and y/n are together and happily in love?” Austin cackled. You froze in place. You looked over at Apollo who seemed a little anxious.

“Cause if you’re going to say that, we already know,” Will finished looking at the others. Your mouth gaped slightly open. They didn’t seem angry or uncomfortable which was a good sign.

Kayla got up and swung her arm around your shoulders, “maybe next time if you wanna keep things secret don’t make out on top of the training hill.”

Your eyes widened and your face turned beet red. “I uh can explain that!” You stammered.

“Fine yes we are happy and in love! We wanted to tell you ourselves but it seems we are indeed bad at hiding it,” Lester blushed.

“I just didn’t know if you guys were gonna be ok with it, we’re friends and I adore everyone in the Apollo cabin, you’re good people,” You spoke, your eyes looking down.

Kayla still had her arms around you, “We discussed it and we’re all ok with it! Actually we’re estatic! We all love you y/n, it’s a little odd you’re around the same age as us. But we will get used to it!” She gave you a squeeze and went to sit back down.

Your heart felt warm. You started to tear up and you felt Lester’s fingers lace into yours.

“Told you honey,” he said softly.

Will got up and wiggled his finger at Apollo. “Now now that doesn’t mean we won’t hold our father accountable though. Don’t go hurting our precious Y/N!”

You giggled and side hugged Lester. “I promise on myself I won’t!” He Exclaimed.

You were so happy. You and Lester can be together publicly now and it made your heart skip a beat. He was your everything. The cabin seemed happy about it. Everything was perfect

Austin cleared his throat and everyone looked at him, “but do we have like start calling you step mom now?”

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

A freebie

Logan got out of the cab behind Wade and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach.

Too late for the funeral, but not too late to make this so much fucking worse. He could still see you in his mind's eye yesterday. So fucking furious. At everyone. At him. At Wade. A wound torn open that was buried so deep you'd probably forgotten it was there.

Until he told you he was done sneaking around because he got what he wanted out of you. Not knowing THIS was about to happen.

It was- an okay restaurant. Lunch rush. He and Wade weren't exactly underdressed but in his Hawaiian shirt, Wade stuck out like a sore thumb at a table dressed in black. A family in mourning.

You're sitting at the end. Three half siblings and a stepmom you just fucking met talking about the man your father was. How kind and selfless. What a good dad. Stories of legendary Christmas mornings and silly things dads just do.

He and Wade watch for a moment as you smile politely and nod, "He could be... charming, that's for sure."

"Oh c'mon," Y/N the oldest boy- named Cody pushed, "You have to have some kind of story!"

"I didn't see dad much when I was little," you shrug, still politely smiling, "He was usually working-"

"Or cheating on our mom. Or gambling. Or doing a massive amount of drugs," Wade said pulling up a chair and sitting at the table. "Wade" he said introducing himself before looking at you, "You gonna eat this, it looks amazing?"

"Have at it," you murmur, "excuse me." You get up from the table unsteadily. You don't know these people but you can't watch this.And you can't stop Wade. He's about to Ruin the picture they have of their dad. THEIR dad. Not yours. And you can't- you don't want to have all those details laid out but you can't- it feels like you can't breathe as you stumble outside and lean against the building.

Logan looks from you to Wade. Not sure what to do. But the decision is made for him when he gets caught up listening to Wade as he tells stories- times your dad never showed up for you. Times he left you in the hospital alone and scared. The fighting. The ignored problems- before he finally just left when you were about five. Only bothering to call when he thought about it. but Oh! One time he sent a birthday card with no return address! That was fabulous! "So yeah," he finished. "She has a TON of great stories about our dad, Cody." He set down his fork and dropped a hundred-dollar bill on the table before walking out, "Great catching up. Fuck off."

"Mouth-"

"Where'd she go?" Logan asked, his voice uncharacteristically tense.

"Outside," Logan said nodding to the door. He could smell you, pick that sweet aroma up anywhere. "Not too far."

Wade nodded and wound his way through tables deftly towards the door and Logan followed. His heart pounding. Over the traffic noise and the wind he could hear you. Trying not to cry. And however faintly, even at this distance, he could hear your heart pounding. Like hummingbird wings. Too much. This is all too much, he thought.

"Butterbean," Wade singsonged, skipping over, "I handled-"

"Don't," you warn. And the tone of your voice stops him short. It's low and almost dangerous. You're holding on to something by a very thin thread and it's fraying.

Logan recognizes a standoff when he sees one and the tension in the air is thick. Denser than the air in a dust storm. He finds himself calculating. You're human. You can't hurt them. But he knows with sudden, painful clarity that isn't the danger here.

And without looking at Wade, he knows that Wade knows it too. You're about to snap. The pressure and the pain are too jagged and too hungry.

"Cupcake," Wade said softly, "Come here?"

One wrong move. A calculated risk, he started forward with his arms out to hug you and you jerked, wheeling around to punch the wall.

And they both heard it. Bones fucking cracking. And the way you gasped, crumbling to your knees, cradling your wrist to your chest.

"Jesus," Logan breathed.

"You drive," Wade sighed, picking you up and jerking his head towards your purse. "I'm gonna pretend she didn't punch that bad on purpose."