#stepdad Harry

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

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pairing: stepdad harry x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[1d-oned-1d]

“DADDY PLEASE, NOO”

As soon as the mother left, I picked up Y/N on my hip and started moving back in the house. She was 18 years old, yet her innoscense could've proved anyone wrong at guessing her age.

"Daddy, I miss mumma." She sighed pushing her head in my neck, and I feel like I could just combust. Her mother, my second wife, just left for an important business trip for a week and I've no idea how to restrain myself from this angel in my arms.

"It's ok love, I miss muma too. But you have me right." I tried to lighten up the mood by peppering kisses all over her face. She chuckled, no more sulking and I felt like I could breathe again but my core was throbbing.

"I want to watch something." she yawned, not giving into her daily routine.

"How about we sleep for a while bug, I'm really sleepy." I fake yawned.

"sure, if you say so but I'm not sleepy at all, just doing this for you." she coooed in his arms, rubbing her eyes.

"sure whatever you say big guy."

while going to sleep, harry laid down in her bed, making her look puzzled and climb into bed.

"I'll help you sleep, ok?" harry informed, kissing just beside the outline of her lips. She nodded, her eyes starting to droop when harry pulled into her. It was only a minute or two before she started shuffling on the bed.

"what's the matter angel?" he questioned, only to get the response as her unbuttoning her jeans and tugging at it, silently informing the problem to him.

"remove them." she whispered sleepily and harry felt his heart thump loudly, but thankfully she was wearing an oversized tshirt.

She shuffled in her sleep, her leg on harry's torso, oversized tee rising in the process and harry could feel his patience wearinf off. He picked up his phone to not focus on soft silky thigh as to not grow his semi hard boner any more, but the patience finally weared off when..

"daddy." she whispered into his neck, her lips touching his neck. Harry wanted a physical contact, it's been an hour in this position and he knew she could wake up any moment but it was killing him. He slowly caressed her thigh and sighed in the process. He knew he was just making the matters worse for him but still slowly drifted his hands up and up till he was met by the hem of her underwear. He shuffled beneath her, trying to contain himself and only foucs on caressing her thighs. With each touch of his finger and the hem of her underwear, slowly one by one the tips of his fingers made it into her panties and this is how he ended up in the position he was in now. Not kneading but caressing her backside with his wrist and hand inside her panties through the leg hole.

He knew he was testing his limits while doing so seeing she was already shifting in her sleep, about to wake up any moment.

"What are you doing daddy?" y/n mumbled, as the caressing was far gone replaced by kneading.

"massaging babygirl, I bet you like that huh?" harry's voice had a rasp evidence of what he was feeling. his stepdaughter hummed in agreement and his patience broke loose. He turned her on her back, hovering over her and kissing her neck.

"Daddy's hungry bubs, and whenever he feels hungry, he'll feed on you, got it?" she nodded meekly to his words. "I need words."

"yes daddy"

"Good, now will you let daddy have a bite?" he smirked, and sucked on her neck marking her. with every passing minute, her neck adorned bright red marks of his hunger. By now she was fully awake her breathing heavy from being fed on. From neck, he moved on to her lips and pecked her. Her body was hot, she was feeling things she hadn't before. Pleasured and confused at the same time.

"Daddy." she breathed when he lapped at her throat making his breath hitch at the beautiful girl.

"Yes my little girl?" he picked her up sitting her in his lap. "Did it feel good?" he pushed her hair behind her ear. She nodded in turn earning a stern look from Harry.

"Yes daddy, are you full?" her big doe eyes looking at him as she innocently sat in his lap.

"tsk tsk not yet, would you mind if I have a taste of your lips babygirl?" and without waiting for a reply he devoured in her lips, lapping at it like a hungry dog. His kiss grew more urgent, making the girl breath even harder. She was on roll with her emotions, not understanding one bit what was going on with her, just letting her daddy satisfy his hunger while she felt high and euphoric.

He started grinding upwards in fast motion, while his hands roamed beneath her shirt, pushing her down into him and his lips drowned in her.

"Daddy please." y/n sighed, not understanding what was happening to her, or why her mouth was working at it's own accord. He pulled apart smirking triumphiantly but never stopping his hip moments.

"What happened baby?" he mockingly cooed, smirking and she shook her head in distress of not knowing the feeling. "aww my poor baby, you don't know do you? just push you hips down and circle them, I swear it'll feel better." and she did just that, not knowing she was dry humping her stepdad. The coil tightened and tightened in her stomach and just when she was about to touch her high, harry pulled her down from his lap, throwing her on the bed.

"It's time for you to take a shower darling" he informed, the dumbfounded girl laying on the bed, staring at ceiling with open lips.

“ come on stop panting” he spoke, picking her up, and sitting her down on his hip bone and pushing her further into him, purposely rubbing her clit. He sat her down on the sink, getting her water ready while she came back to herself.

“I can bathe on my own daddy.” she whispered, now the attention of her stepdad fully on her.

“I know you can baby, but let me help please, you don’t want to sadden me do you” he effortlessly manipulated her, tucking a strand behind her ear. She shook her and put her hands above her head in reply to him tugging at her tshirt. He smirked inwardly while he undressed her, almost loosing it when he saw her with the only piece of clothing left on her as her bra and panties. After bathing her which mostly included thoroughly massaging her tits, making her breathless, and cleaning every single one of her curves.

“where’s my clothes?” she asked after being dried off and lead out of the bathroom in nothing.

“oh well sorry darling, i have put all your clothes for laundry, all that’s left is this” he handed her a thong and bra that’s obviously too small for her. She innocently wore the clothes, gasping whenever she took a step because of the friction of the thong and her boobs sore and almost spilling out the bra. Harry wanted her to herself give her to him and step by step she was getting what he wanted.

“what happened darling?” he spoke as he switched on the television, pulling her into himself and situating her on his lap, making her suck in a sharp breath. “are you uncomfortable my baby?” he spoke, discreetly pulling on her thong and she gasped, wrapping her hands around her neck. After recovering she meekly nodded in his neck.

“the clothes, remove it please.” she pleads and he smirks.

“are you sure darling?”

“mhmm” she hummed, taking his hand and putting it on her bra clasp and it was as if everything was served to him on silver platter. Like an excited child on a christmas morning he unclasped the bra, sucking in a breath, trying to control himself. She pushed the bra down her hands, and even removing the thong.

“what’s this daddy?” she pressed on his hard-on which was poking her ass while she was focused on her television all while he tried to control himself.

“ooh that, that’s daddy’s other leg baby, it’s feeling cold, would you mind warming it up.” he smiled, coaxing her into yet another one of his tricks.

“of course daddy but how?” she looked at him puzzled.

“with your sleeve baby” again with this reply she earned himself a confused face. “good girls who love their daddy have a sleeve in them for warning up daddy’s leg, let’s check if you have it or not, okay baby?” she nodded. He shifted her off his lap and on the couch, situating one of legs on the headrest and other on the floor.

“daddy, what are you doing?” she tried to close her legs, while he held her legs apart earning a glare. Once she noticed her daddy’s reaction she stopped fighting. Without any further ado harry straight went for the clit, massaging it, seeing the girl beneath him start breathing hard.

“wha- what’s happening?” she spoke through her increasingly irregular breathing but instead of answering he just increased the pace of her actions. “daddy, stop” she breathed but he didn’t, and just then her legs started shaking and she reached her climax.

“how does it feel babygirl?” he massaged her thighs bringing her down from her high but before she could answer he pushed his pointer finger in her, making her cry out and jolt. She held his hand trying to stop him but he pinned both her hands with one of his and stretched her out with another, thrusting one more finger into her.

“no, please daddy.”

“i’m just stretching out the sleeve baby. you don’t want me feel cold do you?” and with that he added third finger, thrusting vigorously at her spongy spot, making her arch her back and cry.

“please nooo, please” she cried out and next second she orgasmed again. her chest rising and falling evidently with every breath she took. her brain still overdosed with the pleasure which she couldn’t put on a finger on but letting it all go just to impress her daddy. He picked up her limp body and lined her entrance with his cock sitting here down while she cried begging him to stop.

“will you shut it you dumb whore, i’m cold can’t you see baby.” he spanked her, making her fall forward on him. Giving no time to adjust as a punishment he started moving her up and down on his cock, her tits jiggling in his face

“look at you baby being the perfect doll for me, oh why are you crying my baby, because of you daddy feels a less cold.”

“what- too much- not understand “ her incoherent words made somewhat sense to him, understanding that she was almost close to her third orgasm of the night. He increased the pace, himself grunting from the pleasure and just when she was about to reach her high, he stopped, throwing her in the couch and slapping her pussy repeatedly making her squirt and pass away.

part 1 to the awaited series, let me know anything you’ve in mind or anything you’d want them to do, ciao

I hope you all had fun with yourselves while reading this

[dark-elf-writes]

I feel like Teddy decides that his future step-sister Bella needs his protection cause I am a sucker for the trope of protective little brothers so imagine him giving Edward the stink eye and baring his teeth at anyone who annoys Bella.

BABY TEDDY WHO IS SO PROTECTIVE IS PERFECTION

Edward comes over while Bella is babysitting one day and while Teddy had never been his biggest fan before (they much prefer Alice, Rose, and Emmett) for the minute he walks though the door it’s all narrowed eyes that are far more gold than their usual brown and growls so low that Bella wouldn’t be able to hear them. When she goes to the bathroom he’s met with a child with a mouth full of too sharp teeth standing on the coffee table to be able to make eye contact.

“I don’t like you.”

Edward blinks. He’s not entirely sure how he’s supposed to respond to a eight year saying that with such conviction. “O…Kay?”

Those eyes, green now (when did they change? How did they change? Is it part of why he can’t hear Teddy and his father?) and so like Harry’s when he squares off with Carlisle, narrow further. “If you hurt her I’ll be very mad. So will Dad.”

He’s being threatened by a child.

It’s working.

He has a bad feeling he knows why Alice was loudly singing K-pop in her head before he left.

“Noted.”

Another growl, but before Teddy can say anything else the bathroom door opened upstairs, and they are once again all warm brown eyes and sweet smiles to greet their sister. Bella laughs when she picks them up off the table and tells them Charlie will have a fit if he sees another one of them climbing on counters in the house. Teddy glares at him over her shoulder.

Alice will never let him live this down.

[gurugirl]

BRUTAL | step!dad!h

NOTE: Just a reminder that while this is step!dad x step!daughter - Harry has never been a father figure to Y/n in this story. They met when she was already in her 20s and Harry is closer in age to Y/n than he is to her mother. Their relationship is clearly inappropriate but he never knew her as a minor or a child and I would never write that kind of stepdad fic (anyone who's been a fan of this trope since the beginning knows this). < for all the haters who accused me of that not long ago

Summary: You come home for the weekend and Harry just wants you to tell the truth. Based on this ask!

A/n: It's been almost a year since I've given y'all anything for stepdad!H. ENJOY!

Word Count: 2.1k

Warning: cheating, smut, lying, inappropriate relationship, spanking

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“Stop,” Harry warned.

You did it again. Reached your socked foot out to his lap and nudged against his crotch. Your mom was just in the other room talking to you about what she should make for dinner since you were planning on staying for the weekend.

“What if we just order pizza?” You answered as you grinned at your stepdad, pressing down at the lump that he was trying to keep at bay.

Your mom walked into the living room just as you quickly pulled your foot away from Harry. You’d both been sitting on opposite sides of the couch and the moment she stepped out of the living room to get ready for her scheduled surgery you started fucking with him.

“Okay. I’ll pick up a couple of pizzas on the way back. There’s this new pizza spot not far from here that I’ve been wanting to try.”

Harry sat up and placed his elbows on his knees to hide the way he was already thickening in his pants, “Sounds good, love.”

She bent down to kiss him and then looked at you, patting your knee, “Glad you’re here for the weekend. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

You smirked to yourself as you turned your attention to the TV and Harry sat quietly in his spot as your mom walked out. You knew you were in for it.

For one, you hadn’t seen Harry in weeks. You’d been too busy and you were enjoying college life. You still texted him frequently but he was jealous because you’d often be out with friends and that included guys. He’d see your Instagram posts where you were dancing with other boys or wearing very little and he’d text you asking who you were with and it’d just make you feel all smug and satisfied to know he was suffering like he was.

For another thing, the moment you walked into the door that morning you’d been nothing but bratty with him. A right pain. But that was because you needed something punishing and rough from him. Something that would stick between your teeth and that you’d feel for a few days after you left.

Well, you just needed Harry to fuck your brains out. You’d tried fucking around with other guys but they didn’t do it for you. No one did it the way Harry did.

And the moment your mom’s car was out of the driveway and down the street you felt his hand gripping your arm and pulling at you, “You know better than to act this way with me.” He pulled your stretchy shorts down, taking your panties with them and tossing them across the room before he had you stuffed, face down on the couch with your bare bottom up in the air.

The first swat to your ass was welcome. It was like a shot of pain relief to your insides. The next one stung but you moaned with a grin on your face. The third and fourth made you wiggle your bottom at him and sigh loudly, “Yes, Daddy…”

And that made him pause, “You know what? I’m too nice to you, aren’t I? Giving you exactly what you wanted. But you’re nothing but a childish brat,” the palm that landed on your ass that time had you hissing in pain. He did it again, harder and you felt like your skin was starting to welt.

He held your wrists together behind your back as he landed blow after blow to your backside, making you howl and attempt to move away from him but you had nowhere to go. Tears and slobber were wetting your face and the couch cushion.

It hurt. It fucking smarted. Every strike was worse than before and you knew you’d started it all but damn was he making you wish you’d just been nice.

There was also the fact that you sent Harry a photo of yourself making out with a college guy as you sat in his lap half-naked. You and Harry had been arguing and he told you he didn’t want you anymore anyway and you were hurt by that so you found yourself someone who did want you. You knew Harry was pissed about that too.

“So did you fuck him?” He growled as he finally let up with the spankings.

“Yes. Big cock too,” you lied. You didn’t have sex with him, but he did finger you and it was awful and the moment he pulled his pants down so you could blow him you realized what a mistake it was. His prick was barely half the size of Harry’s.

“Oh yeah? Then why are you so wet from me just beating your ass like this, hmm?” His palm ran over the achy raised skin on your bum and then down to your pussy where you were drenched, “Feel like if you were being fucked properly you wouldn’t be so desperate right now. Bet you’re lying to me.”

You grunted into the couch, your words muffled, “I’m not lying. He’s so good in bed. Miss him.”

Harry laughed, “No you don’t. You missed Daddy. That’s why you got all excited the moment my hands got on you… Yes, Daddy…” he mocked your voice as he repeated your words before landing another solid thud against your bum cheek. You jolted forward and cried out.

“Just tell me the truth and I’ll give you what you want. Something you can’t get from anyone else.”

“He fucked me with his big cock, bigger than yours, and he made me come so much. I let him have me anally last night.”

Harry’s thumb slid over your ass, “If he did then he has a pencil dick. Either that or you’re still lying to me. All you have to do is fess up. Be a good girl for Daddy and tell the truth. Have you really had sex with him?”

You gulped as you felt his thumb tease around your tight hole. Rearing back to urge him to push it in he pushed you back into place, “I’ll stick my thumb inside and fuck your pretty cunt if you tell me the truth.”

Moaning at just the thought of it you turned your head, “He only fingered me. But I hated it. I promise that’s the truth. Now please, Daddy…”

Harry was still and stiff suddenly. It was like the atmosphere in the room had grown thick and heavy as he pulled away from you completely, your hands falling away when he released your wrists. You turned to look at him.

“Harry… I only did it because I’m trying to move on. You get to–”

“I really don’t want to talk about it. Get your top off.”

You stood from the couch and pressed your lips flat, pulling your t-shirt off over your head before stepping in front of Harry completely naked for him to do with as he pleased.

His eyes were dark, brutal, as he slowly removed his belt and then tugged at his button and zipper.

“On your knees on the couch, turned away, face down. I don’t want to look at you right now.”

You did as he said. You knew he was extra pissed off. That you let someone else touch you. Placing your knees on the couch cushion you bent forward and placed your face back into the cushions, “Daddy, I’m sorry. I only want you. He wasn’t even goo–”

You yelped at another smack to your very tender ass and felt his hand pressing down at the back of your neck, “Shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear about him.”

He stood behind you and you felt his hands on your hips after letting go of the back of your neck before he rewarded you with his big cock, impaling himself until he was buried in balls deep. You were already sodden from the way he’d spanked you and the way he spoke to you. You’d needed it. You’d need him.

And when he began jackhammering into you, hips thudding against your ass, hands gripping meat of your hips to pull you against him every time he thrust forward, the sticky heat that formed around his cock from your dripping hole… it was relief.

You knew you were fucked in the head for everything. For what you liked and for doing what you were.

He was pounding into you like he was in a hurry and it was all you could do to hold yourself steady as he bullied his fat cock inside. He hissed as he watched the way he stretched you open, “Always gonna need Daddy, aren’t you?”

You gurgled as drool pooled onto the cushion under your mouth, “Yes!”

Just like what you wanted, it was punishing and unkind. You gasped as you held onto the material that covered the cushions. Involuntary grunts were falling from your chest as Harry punched into you.

“Try to make me jealous by sending photos of little twerps you’re seeing but we both know they can’t give it to you like this. Because you’re dirty, filthy… you like your pussy getting railed deep and hard with a nice big dick just like this…” He was panting his words, gritting his teeth. He was on the edge already. He’d missed your tight your pussy. And you too, but he wouldn’t admit it right then.

Letting go of one side of your hip he slowed his plunges and you felt his thumb drag through the spot against your pussy where he was pushing into you. He wiped your arousal all over his thumb and smeared it around your anus before awarding you with a nice little stretch as he pushed his digit inside and began it thrusting, “Need your ass and your pussy stuffed, need to be spanked… you need a lot of things don’t you, baby?”

His cock was dragging into your guts and against your front wall just right, making your walls flutter. And when Harry felt you squeezing he couldn’t help but to take his fingers over your clit and press circles where you needed it. As mean as he might be, he still wanted you to come. That was partly due to his ego and needing to be the best. At least if you did sleep with someone else one day, Harry could tell himself he always made you feel good when he fucked you.

You were grinding back against him, muffled moans coming from you as slick dripped down your thigh. Every plunge of his cock through your wet pussy was gushing, sloshing and Harry was clenching his jaw. What he was watching was filthy and hotter than anything he’d ever seen. Your ass was all marked up, your swollen pussy was gulping him in, and your ass was pulsing around his thumb.

“Coming already?” Harry inhaled deeply, almost in a whimper when he felt you begin to shake and your pussy began to milk him. “Fuck… So desperate to have someone take care of you. Can’t get what you need from any of those losers… mmm shit baby… always coming back to me for more.”

It was true. You hadn’t had sex with any of the guys you tried dating because they didn’t do it for you. You tried but they weren’t Harry. They didn’t handle you the way he did. They didn’t know your body the way he did and they never would because you didn’t want them anyway.

Harry groaned and cursed as he drove into you deeply and you could feel him throbbing as he pumped his come into your tummy. Illicit and hot… you both got each other off like no one else ever could.

When he pulled himself out he cooed, his thumb gently tracing around your ass, “That’s my favorite. Watching my come drip from your pussy after I just destroyed it. Still shaking too,” he gripped the back of your thighs, “Can you sit up?”

You mumbled affirmatively and pushed yourself up slowly, Harry steadying you with his hands. He helped you off the couch and you noted he’d already tucked himself back into his pants, while you were stark naked still.

“You okay?”

You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips, “So good. That’s just what I needed.”

Harry smiled and splayed his big hand around the front of your neck and drew you in for a kiss that had you melting.

One day it’d come back to bite you, you were sure, all that sneaking around. But in that moment it was a secret you and Harry would keep holding onto to enjoy for as long as possible.

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[whitemancumslut]

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

JUST STRAIGHT FILTHY (18+)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[watermelonlovershigh]

Harry with his stepdad Robin 💞

(May Robin rest in peace. 💕🙏 You can tell just how much Robin meant to Harry. It's so terribly sad he passed so soon in Harry's life.)

[missmielyhoran]

Stages of grief

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

(Cheating!Harry × Actress!reader)

Masterlist

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

• Harry Styles- 28

Singer, songwriter, actor, model, etc etc

Married to Y/N Monet

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

• Y/N Monet- 33

Actress, Producer

Married to Harry Styles

Children- Amie Monet-Styles, Emiel Monet

• Hayden Monet- 28

Not married, no kids

• Elliot Martin- 33

Music teacher

Married to Bran Martin

Children- Emiel Monet

• Sebastian Stan- 39

Not married, no kids

Series-

1. Denial

2. Anger

3. Bargaining

4. Depression

5. Acceptance

6. Moving on

Blurbs/Request-

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

you can send me requests here♡

[maydayeddie]

it’s just sooooo sweet to me how the grants didn’t even hesitate to welcome bobby into their family like bobby spent years in self isolation not making any significant connections with anyone and then he gets with athena and as soon as michael meets him it’s full speed ahead for them. grant nash family you’re so special 🥺🥺

[murderoushagthesequel]

a typical day in the new potter home

baby harry: stay away from my daddy, he's mine!

regulus: we can share him, yeah? we're all mature grown ups.

baby harry: no, i'm the only mature grown up here.

regulus: oh, is that so?

baby harry: yeah, and you're being a little baby and stealing my daddy.

regulus: i'm not trying to, i promise, we can be a family!

baby harry: ...

regulus: would you feel better if we play murder?

baby harry: yeah!

*james walks in and harry just has his hands on regulus' throat trying to choke him and regulus is like hissing and baring his teeth like a vampire and james is just like ...genuinely what the fuck*

baby harry: daddy we’re playing murder! regulus is the one being killed.

james: yeah… i see that bud.

*james sighs and turns around and lets them get back to it*

james, on the phone: sirius, your brother and your godson are trying to kill each other again

sirius: WHAT DO YOU MEAN AGAIN??????

james: they usually think i don't notice

sirius: AGAIN, JAMES? AGAIN?

shared effort with @canyouhearmyfear

[1d-oned-1d]

one of the pieces.. still editing but lmk if you guys want it cause I'm still kinda debating on posting it

"daddy." she whispered into his neck, her lips touching his neck. Harry wanted a physical contact, it's been an hour in this position and he knew she could wake up any moment but it was killing him. He slowly carressed her thigh and sighed in the process. He knew he was just making the matters worse for him but still slowly drifted his hands up and up till he was met by the hem of her underwear. He shuffled beneath her, trying to contain himself and only foucs on carresing her thighs.

it's stepdadrry and naive stepdaughter! Y/N

[dark-elf-writes]

I hope you know that in the Stepdad Harry AU Harry’s entire wardrobe consists of Weasley sweaters, one (1) leather jacket that was originally Sirius’, every single flannel button up and t shirt that Charlie Swan has ever owned, and maybe two pairs of jeans.

[gurugirl]

Birthday Girl

Happy birthday, anon!! 🎈

stepdad!harry x reader

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

Word Count: 1,357

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

stepdad!harry masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[impishtubist]

This morning I am thinking about if James came back from the dead in OotP. At first it would be very exciting to Harry, but James can’t help noticing that Harry looks to Sirius for everything, and even though Harry is glad to have James back, it becomes more and more obvious that James is no longer Harry’s father—Sirius is. And maybe it hurts even more because Harry hasn’t even known Sirius for that long, yet Harry loves Sirius more than anyone, and James knows that he will always be second to Sirius in this. And Sirius goes into crisis as he sees it too, and he keeps trying to shove Harry and James together but Harry still doesn’t take to James like he does to Sirius. And Harry feels extraordinarily guilty about this. Is this something…is this anything…?

Of course, meanwhile, Sirius and James are rubbing beards and pretending everything is fine :)

Omg this is amazing!!!!! Ahhhh, now I am thinking about this, too. I think this is exactly how it would go down!

James wants so badly to be there for Harry, to be a father for him, to make up for the fourteen years he missed. It's too much, it's too smothering, and Harry doesn't know James like he does Sirius. James is a story. Sirius is real and has been there for Harry these past few years. Harry just can't make himself see James as a father like he does Sirius.

Sirius sees this and wants Harry to take to James, and keeps pushing them together while pushing Harry away, and it hurts. Harry feels like he's suddenly being rejected by the only father he's ever known, and it's awful. He feels so guilty for not seeing James as his primary parental figure, but he can't help it, and now he's losing Sirius because of it. So Harry starts faking it, trying to make James feel like his primary parent, because if he can convince James of that, maybe Sirius will love him again.

Ugh, this is all so PAINFUL and I LOVE IT and I need to BULLY someone for it!

[bvbygrl-writes]

I saw that repost now I'm thinking of step-dad Nev 🤤

🦡

I started thinking bout this at work today.

Step-dad Nev wouldn't want to give into his temptations at first. He's been married to your mother since you were a little girl. He's practically raised you.

You even call him Daddy! And from the moment he's met you, he called you princess because you loved fairytales so much. But little did he know you'd grow up to look like one too.

The first time you attempt something, he's shocked and does not reciprocate at all. If you were to sit in his lap or kiss him he'd push you off and leave the house for the rest of the night wondering why he enjoyed it so much.

He wouldn't give into his urges for a long time but you knew you were breaking his composure just by the way he'd look at you. His eyes were always intense and full of lust at your new attire. You'd bought a new summer wardrobe (on his card of course) to look the part of being tempting while still holding that innocent allure.

However, one day while your mom's out of town, he's mowing the lawn and you're in a lounge chair in a yard, sucking on a popsicle as you stare at him from behind the sunglasses perched on your nose, in that absolutely adorable vintage bikini. He's panting from the hot sun and from the sight in front of him. He swears you're doing it on purpose. But, when the ice cream falls on your chest and you stare at him, pink little tongue darting from your mouth to lick it up slowly? He loses it.

Before you know it he's tossing you over his shoulder while going on about how brats need to be taught a lesson.

[jyou-no-sonoko19]

For Disco Elysium re-players,

[starofhisheart]

Ok but what abt rentboy Eggsy being hired by Harry Hart so that he can infiltrate his stepdad's shady business and Eggsy can finally rid himself and his family of the abusive prick once and for all. Their relationship is contractual, a means to an end, if there's a little sexual tension between them, so what? Its not like a fucked up twink from the streets could ever fit into a posh bloke like Harry's world...right?