What about stepbro!Steve who asks to share you with his friend Eddie just to show him what a good girl you are and how amazingly he treats you. Maybe even how only he can make you feel good
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Steve does an excellent job of holding your attention, but the fifth time that Munson groans to your left where he's tugging at his cock makes you glance over. He's hunched and his hands are shaking slightly, the head of his cock an angry red as he brings himself to the tipping point and refrains from cumming only because Steve hasn't yet. You assume it's some infernal game, a test of masculinity to see who can hold out the longest, but Eddie's face is bright red and his grip on his cock looks painful.
"You wanna show the Munson freak what he's missing?" Steve scoffs, pressing a large hand onto your cheek to turn your head towards Eddie. He pries at your swollen lips with a rough thumb, gaping your mouth open for Eddie to see.
"Wanna stuff it in there, Munson? Or here?" Steve's hands flit to your tits, one leaving your hip where he'd been holding you steady while pounding into you. He presses your tits together, "Wanna shove your dick in there and see if you can hit her chin? Or here?" Steve grabs your hips again, lifting them at an angle that drives his cock oh-so-deep into your sloppy cunt, eliciting a cry from you. It gives Eddie a clear view of your cunt sucking Steve's cock in, swallowing it whole and spitting it back out again slick with arousal. Eddie's hips begin to stutter as he loses his willpower, and Steve's face curls into a dark sneer as he turns back to you.
"Pathetic. Wants his dick in you so bad just seeing it makes him cum in his pants. You want him, baby?"
When you don't answer, stuck between hesitance and mind-blowing pleasure, Steve's thick brows raise, "Hm? You want him? Wanna let the freak fuck you?"
No is rude, yes is unfaithful.
"Wh-what?" You try, but Steve's eyes darken with wicked delight.
"You do want him to fuck you, don't you? You gonna take pity on him, honey? Gonna let him get his dick wet? You're such a saint."
"It's your lucky day, Munson," Steve snaps, hands cupping the underside of your ass as his hips snap into you, "You get my sloppy seconds. But don't think for even a second that you'll get her to cream like I do."
Genji, Mercy, Symmetra, Junkrat, and Mei helping/comforting their s/o not be frustrated with themselves.
Genji
Once this cyborg ninja dude found you in your bed, complaining about life, he instantly scooped you up and took you to his favorite spot to meditate. He persuaded you to meditate so that you don’t have to be in such a bad mood. Once you begun meditating Geji snuck away to make you some tea. You hadn’t notice that your love had been gone, until you opened your eyes to see a cup of tea in your face. You looked up to see that Genji had took off his mask/face plate. (Idk?) “I know how it feels to be frustrated with yourself.” Genji offered a small genuine smile.
Mercy
“(Name)?” Angela called out from your bedroom door. She took a few steps into your room after not reciving a response. She found you under your blankets sulking and whining. She made you sit up and tell her about why you were frustrated. Angela nodded after you were done with your story. She pulled you up to your feet and lead you to her lab. She dug around her drawers before pulling out a nicely wrapped box. “I got you some chocolates, they’re Swiss, so they taste great!” She smiled as she pushed the box into your hands.
Symmetra (lol this sucks, don’t read this plz)
She scoffed as she watched you get mad at yourself. You couldn’t help but get a little offende by the way she was acting. Satya rolled her eyes and walked out of your room, but returned with a cup of (your favorite drink). She handed it to you and crossed her arms. You thanked her, she only responded with a scoff.
Junkrat (Somewhat leaning towards a female s/o…)
“Oi, why’er ya under the covers?” Junkie peeked under the blankets. You told Jamison to leave you alone. “Is it that time of the month already?” You threw a pillow at Jamison’s face, causing him to fall backwards. “Just joking, love.” Jamison giggled. He got back to his feet and picked you up from your bed. “Let’s get boba.” It was to comfort you, but he was craving boba sooo…
Mei (cause Mei is bei)
“(Name)? What’s wrong?” Mei asked as she sat on your bed. You only grunted. She patted your back, trying to comfort you. She hopped off your bed and told you she’d be right back. After a few minutes went by, you were about to nod off, but then Mei slammed open the door, startling you. She waddled to the side where you laid and pulled off the blanket. You hissed as the cold air hit your skin. She pulled you upright and shoved a cold snow cone into your mouth. “Happy!” She said in a cheerful voice as she creepily smiled. You tried with all your might to push away her arm that forced the snow cone into your mouth, but it wouldn’t budge. Your mouth went numb from the coldness. After what felt like an hour, Mei finally let the snow cone fall into your lap, the flavor of the snow cone staining your sheets. You stared into her brown eyes, she only giggled, then left your room leaving you in awe.
hi mei, for mvm can you do stepbro!remus fucking you in front of his friends, thank you xx
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this post is 18+ and dark, minors dni. (cw: stepcest, don't like don't read)
"Hey, hey!" Remus hisses, trying to keep his voice low and devoid of irritation. He doesn't want to scare you, but his nerves are on edge, "Keep quiet, dovey. Can't let anyone hear you."
You're trying, you really are. But Remus's cock is your weakness, and the way that he drags it along your insides in steady, hard-hitting thrusts makes your brain shut down and your vocal cords sing.
"Sirius," Remus snaps his head up, hissing at the dark-haired man, "Shut 'er up."
"Here, love," Sirius simpers, sticking his fingers in your face, "Y'gotta shut up, 'cause if we get caught, we can't do this anymore. And you don't want to get caught, do you?"
You shake your head, gladly welcoming Sirius's long fingers between your lips. You suckle eagerly on them, and James readjusts his pants at the sight. He's keeping watch by the door, and he really wishes it was his turn to help Remus today.
"We good?" Remus asks James, brows raised as he keeps his hips rolling.
James nods, one ear against the door as the other strains to hear your muffled whimpers, "Yeah, mate. Just don't do that thing with'er clit again. If she screams, they'll know."
i have a rly big thing for calling guys your age dad so once you and spencer start going out there’s not rly a big age gap but you’re still asking him, “so… how do you feel about being called.. ‘dad?’” just as something you wanna try out. and you see him frown to himself while he’s mixing up his coffee. until later on he’s up in your guts saying, “what was that thing you wanted to call me earlier?” bcos he wants to test how wet it gets you
1.) i think spencer's always been treated as a baby and part of that is because he's always been advanced for his age so he went through college at like. 12? he's used to being the youngest of his crowd. when you ask to call him 'dad' he thinks you're messing with him and calling him old. probably scrunches his nose and goes 'dad? don't you mean daddy?'. he's not used to being looked at as old or fatherly in any capacity so once you explain a bit it's sort of gratifying for him. he's still a little unsure but you win some points with him for not pinching his cheeks and calling him baby boy. having that title and its responsibility put on him actually gives him more self-confidence because it's something new and complimentary that you're putting on him without him having to ask.
2.) spencer's so analytical that he'll try almost anything. i do think he definitely has boundaries but he knows what they are and steers clear of them. he'd probably have an issue with physically hurting you because of his job, so sorry, no impact play. but this? this is something psychologically sexy to you, something he can let you call him instead of something he has to inflict upon you. because it's all totally fake anyways, i'd say he'd take it as a safe opportunity to study you. he's experimenting with what phrases and scenarios he can bring up and which ones get you the most excited. he's not the type of guy to hear that you like something, do it once, and then forget about it. he's going to full send it and see what it does to you. he wants to come out having mastered it like he has with everything else.
let's chat tonight! i've worked myself sick so on my bedrest I'm in the mood to get all cozy in bed and talk about my favorite boyfriends right now. please send me:
james potter x reader
sirius black x reader
dbf!hugh jackman x reader
dbf!aaron hotchner x reader
stepdad!hotch x reader
you can either send me your personal headcanons/snippets of writing that i'll add onto, or you can request something short from me for one of those people. i'd prefer if you kept them more soft than mean but whatever strikes your fancy i'd love to see. thank you for keeping me company while i'm sick !
Step brother hotch helping you learn/practice how to suck dick/deep throat? Not sure if this will make the cut for MVM but happy monday anyway.
today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)
this post is 18+ (and so are its characters) and dark, minors dni. cw for stepcest. don't like, don't read.
Kneeling between Aaron's thighs is exhilarating, even if you're not confident about what you're doing down there. You want to be there, but you're not sure you'll be good at what he's trying to teach you.
"You look good there," Aaron grins lazily, leaning back on his palms against his mattress. His half-hard dick speaks to the truth of his statement, and you swallow the saliva that pools on your tongue at the sight of his cock.
You want nothing more than to drool all over his erection but you wait for instructions, "What do I do?"
"Touch it," He instructs, "Get me hard, honey. All the way, take your hand," He reaches for your hand and you give it to him, chin chubbing slightly as you rear your head back when he holds your hand in front of your face.
"Spit." He commands, so you listen. You spit against your palm and he tugs your hand away from your mouth, molding your fingers around the length of his shaft.
"-and- mm," His chest rises and falls rapidly as you squeeze him slightly, "Yeah, do that, and- and move your hand- yeah."
He licks his lips as you stroke his cock, pleased with yourself and your skill when he's fully erect after only a few gentle touches. You slow in your fist's pumping when he sets a hand on your arm, "Okay, now stick your tongue out and lick it, honey. Just the tip, just-" He hisses as you do as you're told, craning your neck forwards to drag your tongue flat along the head of his cock. It leaks slightly as you do so, leaving a trail of sticky precum along your tongue for you to swallow.
"Put it in," He demands breathlessly, urgently, "Honey put it in your mouth, okay? All the way," He brings a hand to the back of your head as you wrap your lips around his cock, pushing you down so that you nearly choke on it when it invades your throat.
"Yeah- fuck," Aaron pants, holding your head tight there before remembering you'll need to move, "Yeah honey, lips tight like that, just- ooh, fuck."
Evidently, you're a decent lay. You'd been nervous that it would be awkward or foreign to you, but it feels natural to rear backwards, bobbing your head back and forth on his cock and licking broad stripes up the underside that make him twitch on your tongue.
"More," He demands, fist suddenly clenched tight in your hair. His knuckles prod your head forward again, shoving your throat around his aching cock, "More, Y/N, keep going. You're doing great, keep doing th- what you're doing."
Looking up through your lashes means you catch sight of his face twisted in pleasure, eyes scrunched tight and mouth similarly tense. His jaw falls open as you suckle around the head of his cock and his thighs tense, squeezing against your shoulders that are caught between them.
"More," He repeats, pulling your hair and dragging you off of his cock entirely, then shoving your face back into it, "Keep going, faster- faster and- nngh! Harder, and faster," He pants, pulling you on and off of his dick like a toy, "-and more- more!"
He lets out a strangled, raspy groan as his dick twitches once more, a warm ooze of cum coating your tongue and dripping instantly down your throat. You splutter and cough as you try separating yourself from his cock but he doesn't let you pull away until you've swallowed around it, a feat that brings stinging tears to your eyes.
"Fuck, that was good." He breathes, then hunches forward to lean towards you, "You were good, baby. You had nothing to be nervous about."
He cups your cheek, pressing a kiss to your lips that are mottled with spit and what's most likely his cum as he gives you that signature lazy grin of his.
"Thank you," You manage to gather the words, even if they're broken and thick with the ache in your mouth, "Thank you, Aaron, for teaching me."
"Anytime," He kisses the corner of your mouth this time, licking your spit off of his lips when he moves away, "You should keep practicing, baby, so you don't forget anything. At least twice a week."
"Three times," You breathe, desperate.
His smirk only grows, and he nods thoughtfully, "Good idea. Three times a week. Practice makes perfect, baby." He kisses you one last time, and by the way that he cradles your jaw in his nimble fingers, you know he thinks you already are.
i was think stepdad!hotch face fucking you bc u pissed him off or something👀
today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)
this post is 18+ (and so are its characters) and dark, minors dni.
"Read it." Aaron demands, his hand comically large where it's wrapped around his phone so tightly that the screen is sure to crack.
You struggle to speak around his cock in your mouth, heavy and warm on your tongue, "Be home by- ten."
"Is it ten?" He questions, and where you're kneeling on the floor beside the cable box, you see that it's well past the hour.
"No." You mumble, the word warped, "It's-" You gag, throat constricting around Aaron's length, "It's past midnight."
"Past midnight," He sneers, phone tossed carelessly onto the couch as his hand flies to your head. He grips at your hair, eliciting the sharp pain of tears budding at your eyes as he yanks your head up to look at him.
"That's over two hours late. I should fuck your mouth for two hours; make you understand how long I waited up for you."
"I'm sorry, Aaron," You plead, and you hope his keen profiling skills don't pick up on the fact that you're lying. You'd stayed out late on purpose, because the last time you'd been half an hour late, he'd tied you to your bedposts. Testing your luck with almost three hours was a bold move, but it's already paying off. Your mouth waters around Aaron's cock, and your pussy is similarly drooling.
"I hope you had fun with your friends," He scowls, dark eyes intense as he holds you down on his cock, "Because you're grounded. And don't bother trying to call them to sneak over. I'm gonna fuck your throat so raw you won't be able to speak for days."
U wanted more perv!eddie I shall deliver ok so perv!stepbro!eddie x innocent reader where she comes to him with a problem ‘down there’ ;))
today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)
this post is 18+ (and so are its characters) and dark, minors dni.
"Eddie," You peer cautiously into his room, your fingers wrapped around the doorway, "I need help."
"Help?" He echoes from where he's sprawled over his mattress thumbing through a lewd magazine, "Whatcha need help with, princess?"
"I.. I feel funny." You admit, your hands crossing over your abdomen, "Down there."
Eddie's brows skyrocket, practically disappearing into his hairline. He'd be a dirty liar if he says he's never thought about you while fucking his fist before, desperately wishing the friction his fingers provided was coming from your cunt instead. But he doesn't want to take advantage of you, he knows you're less-than-experienced with sex, having lived a sheltered life.
"Alright," He gestures to the end of his bed, "Have a seat, sweetheart. Tell me what's wrong."
You perch on your calves, your thighs pressed tightly together beneath you. Your legs are bent at the knee, and it gives Eddie the perfect view of you squirming slightly in your spot, no doubt rutting against whatever friction you can find in your jeans.
He looks away, cheeks flushed.
"'Feels funny down there," You explain again, "Feels nice when I do this." To punctuate your statement you give a little wiggle, and Eddie feels the movement through the mattress.
"Shit, baby." He runs a hand over his face, "You can't- listen, you gotta understand: this is big."
"Big?"
"Big." He confirms, daring to look you in the eyes and finding concern in them, "'S not a bad thing. It's just.. maybe it's not the kind of thing you want to come to me for."
"Oh." You look crestfallen, and Eddie swears he feels his heart crack. He's doing this for your own good, he can't take your trust in him and warp it for his own advantage!
But then you stand, striding sadly towards the door, "'M sorry, Eds. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just-" You hesitate, and Eddie glances up at you.
"You just what, honey?"
"It gets better when I think about you." You admit, your cheeks flushed as your thighs squeeze, "'Feels like I got a whole lotta butterflies down there, 'n more when you're around."
He nearly breaks. He can feel his cock tighten his boxers, the fabric strained against his hard-on. Your voice is sugary sweet and oh-so-naive, and he feels sick for the way his body reacts to it.
"Sweetheart," He starts, "You.. that means you're getting excited." He supplies lamely, the word horny sounding like a crime towards you, "That's normal, uh- your body's supposed to do that."
"So why are you upset?" You step cautiously towards the bed again, "Is it me?"
"No, it's-" Yes, it's you. It's you and your intoxicating voice, your irresistible touch, your adorable features. It's you. "It's not you, princess. I just don't think it would be very nice of me to help you out with this."
You don't seem to understand the severity of the situation, and your brows dip into a frown. Your lower lip wobbles, and Eddie feels a tug at his heartstrings, because he's supposed to always be there for you. He's supposed to be the one you can count on for anything, anything except this. Guilt gnaws at his chest at the thought of taking advantage of your naivety, and somehow he manages to wrestle with his lust enough to console you and send you away.
"I'll- I'll tell you how to fix it," He offers, covering his eyes with his hand to avoid staring you up and down.
"You know how to fix it?" Your eyes light up, not that he can see, and he hears you giggle softly, "Thanks, Eddie."
"Mhm," He whines pathetically, "'Course sweetheart. What you gotta do, is- fuck," He hisses, "You gotta touch yourself. Down there. Start with one finger."
"One finger.. inside?" Your eyes go wide in fear, and Eddie's stomach flips.
"Yeah," He continues, "If one is too easy, try two. Don't, uh- Don't go any further than two. Go easy on yourself."
"Thank you, Eddie," You gush, rushing forwards to press a kiss to his burning cheek, "'Love you!"
"Love you too," He mumbles bashfully after you as you race back to your room, intent on 'fixing your problem', griping to himself in the now-silence of his bedroom, "'Better get into heaven for that shit."
