stepdad!sirius watches you as you’re walking around the park, collecting pretty flowers on rocks. Your mother is on the phone next to him, gossiping to one of her friends.
she pays no mind as sirius beckons you over, patting his lean thigh for you to sit on. you obey with a smile as you hold out a daisy you plucked from the patch of them nearby, “for you, daddy.” he accepts it with a smirk as he tucks it behind his ear.
the warmth of your cunt seeps into his jeans and he finds himself growing harder and harder as you wiggle around trying to get comfortable. your mother gives you a stern look and you halt your movements with a sigh.
sirius slides his hand along the outsides of your thighs, looking over your shoulder as bumps rise in his wake, “uncomfortable, doll?”
“jus’ a little, somethings poking me,” you say, looking back at him. your surprised by his closeness as your lips are mere inches apart.
the smirk on his face tells you all you need to know. heat rises to your face as you look toward your mother, who’s laughing loudly.
“what ever could it be?” sirius whispers in your ear. he bites your earlobe as his hand slides under your skirt. you gasp as he rubs circles against your clit over your cotton panties.
“daddy,” you breathe, “she’s right there.”
“better keep quiet then, huh?” he says back as he moves your panties to the side.
he works quickly on the zipper of his pants, eyes flickering to your mother every few seconds. your lips settle between your teeth as sirius pulls his cock out from under you. the throbbing of his cock is flush against your cunt, stimulating your clit.
he grips your hips as he lifts you just enough to slide his cock into your tight pussy. you whine out as his long length fills you. sirius buries his face into where your neck meets your shoulder, he inhales deeply as he fights the urge to thrust into you violently.
your mother peers over at you with her eyebrow raised, your hand moves to your knees and your force out a smile. she gives you a weird look before laughing again and looking away.
sirius leans in close as he pushed you back and forth on his cock. he gives your shoulder a hard bite, “if she looks over here again, you’re not cumming. keep quiet, slut.”
stepdad!sirius teaching shy and innocent reader how to touch herself (she's of age ofc!)
hope it's okay with u and i didn't make u uncomfy with that request — if i did then im sorry!!!
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a quick note (copied from my last post just in case you missed it): i totally understand if you're not into stepcest! i personally am not upset by it as my boundaries are sexually illegal acts, and it's not illegal. but everyone has different boundaries, and this happens to be the darkest thing i've ever posted on this blog. i understand if you want no part of this, so if you'd like to avoid this content in the future, block #dark mei (at the bottom of this post) to avoid it! I will not judge you for not wanting to read this or see it, and i ask that you please do not send hate towards me for writing it, or the anon for requesting it. everyone has different tastes, and i'm here to indulge pretty much anything that isn't illegal.
on with the blurb! this post is 18+ and dark, minors dni. reader is 18+ in this.
god i’m such a whore for the ‘teaching reader how to touch herself’ plotline like idc who it’s with it’s always so hot
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Your fingers squirmed aimlessly through your folds, disappointingly bringing no pleasurable sensation. You’d been trying for almost five minutes to find a good spot, a nice pace, anything that felt good at all, but nothing was happening.
You’d gotten curious only a few moments earlier, finally deciding that you wanted to see what all of the fuss was about. You didn’t know why there was so much buzz over touching yourself, frankly it felt quite lackluster, but you wanted to feel as good as everyone said you would.
You were so caught up in attempting to pleasure yourself, twisting your fingers this way and that, that you failed to hear the creak of your door opening, a soft cry spilling from your lips as the only sensation you gained from the experience was pain. You were on the verge of giving up when you heard a soft chuckle from the doorway, eyes blowing wide open as you turned to see who had stumbled upon you.
Sirius, your recently married stepdad, stood in the doorway, one eyebrow cocked pitifully at you, “Oh, darling, that’s not how it’s done.”
The tone of his voice, condescending and saccharine-sweet had a strange feeling brewing in your tummy, the domineering stance he held in your doorway only adding to it. You quickly removed your fingers from under the hem of your panties, cheeks ablaze as you tried acting normal.
“’M sorry, Sirius,” You choked on a sob that came fast to your throat, “I know ‘m not supposed to, but-”
“But you wanted to feel good, yeah?” He stepped through the gap of the door, shutting it softly behind him as he made his way over to your bed, perching on the end of it.
You nodded bashfully, “Mhm, but it doesn’t work. Can’t stop hurting,” You did not miss the twinges of pain that came from your core as you’d fumbled with the concept, glad that you’d had an excuse to take your fingers out.
“Honey,” His voice was dripping now with more condescension than ever, “That’s ‘cause you’re not even wet. Y’gotta get excited first, then it’ll feel better.”
“Really?” Your eyes were wide as you stared up at him from where you laid, “How do I get wet?”
“Do y’want me to show you, baby?” Sirius offered, something sadistic behind his falsely helpful eyes.
“You’ll help me feel good?” You verified, tummy still brewing with the same funny sensation.
“Of course,” He smiled, nodding softly, “Anything for my baby girl.”
You returned his smile, shuffling on the bed so that your legs were on either side of him. He reached slowly for the hemline of your panties, your tummy practically cartwheeling inside of you. His fingers, long and slender and worn, peeled back the layer of fabric as he peered down at you.
“Well, m’pretty thing, it looks like we’re getting somewhere already.”
“What do you mean?”
“Does it feel kinda funny in there?” Sirius let the hem of your panties go, resting his hand on your tummy. You nodded, his touch amplifying the sensation swirling inside of you.
“That’s what I thought,” Sirius smirked, “That’s you gettin’ wet, baby.” He returned to your panties, sliding the material down your thighs, “‘Think it’s ‘cause I’m here helpin’ you.”
“You think I get wet because of you?” You silently committed the information to memory, promising yourself to go back later and think about what it was about Sirius that got you excited.
“Yeah baby,” He cooed, ghosting a finger over your cunt, sending a quick tremble through your legs, “So that means that whenever y’wanna feel good, y’gotta think about me. That’ll do it, okay?”
“Okay,” Your voice came out strained and soft, “I will, I promise.”
“That’s m’good girl,” Sirius smiled down at you, gently easing a finger into your cunt. You sucked in a harsh breath at the touch, expecting the same spurts of pain as you’d experienced before, but instead a gentle tingling sensation accompanied his touch, “Now, let’s make y’feel really good.”
missing stepdad!sirius hours🥺 he’s a meanie but he’d also be so sweet with his baby :(
yes he would!! he's always letting you tuck yourself into his chest and rubbing his palm over your butt, indulging you in your silly movies and listening to you ramble about your stupid books :') ofc that doesn't mean he won't pinch at the fat if you get a little too bratty, like trying to pull down his zipper while he's hard at work </3
stepdad!sirius has SUPER veiny arms and hands😵💫 you’d definitely keep looking at them all the time, ask him to tie your shoes so you can watch them…
NO ITS FS THOSE HUGE AND THICK CORDED MUSCLES ON HIS ARMS 😵💫😵💫 and he fs catches up on your dirty thoughts <3 hence why he constantly cups your face in his big pretty hands when he kisses you good night 🥴
how do you think stepdad!sirius would react the first time the reader comes into his office and sits crisscrossed holding one of his legs? i love your work ☺️
thank you honey <333
he loves it !
especially if you’re willing to warm his cock with your pretty mouth while you’re there <3
sometimes when he’s grouchy he acts annoyed by how clingy you are but you always feel his thigh relax at your touch <3
omg i loved how you writed that request with Sirius 🥺
what do you think about stepdad Sirius comforting reader after she had bad day? like he comes to her room to call her for dinner and see reader curled up in her bad sobbing so he sit her on his lap, cuddle her calling her his good girl and sweet things like that?
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today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)
so glad that you liked the blurb!! also aa this was cute :( - this fic has 18+ themes and dark themes, minors dni.
Sirius traipsed up the stairs, socked feet doing little to conceal his presence. His heavy footsteps thundered down the hallway towards your room, seeing the wood slab cracked slightly open. He picked up soft cries spilling through the gap in the door, chest tightening as his brows furrowed with worry. He gently pushed the door open, seeing a little lump under the heavy comforter on your bed, shaking like a leaf.
He let out a soft sigh, one hand reaching for the hem of the blanket while the other rested gently on your back, “Hey there, pretty girl. ‘S somethin’ wrong?”
You felt the blanket slide off of your head, blinking tearily up at Sirius who peered down at you, a pitiful whine slipping from your lips, “Siri...”
He let out a soft coo, reaching down to scoop you out from under the blankets as he took your place. He leaned back against the headboard of your bed, letting your head slump tiredly onto his chest as his hand came up to rub soothing circles over your back, “C’mon then m’sweet girl, what’s the trouble?”
“Had a bad day,” You wailed, “Nothin’s goin’ right, ‘n I just wanna be alone, and-”
“Do y’want me to leave, baby?” Sirius cut in, voice as gentle as the feather light touches he was spreading over your back.
You shook your head fervently, legs curling tighter around his waist as did your arms around his neck, “No! No, not alone, jus’ in here. ‘Want you t’stay, Siri.”
“Right then,” Sirius smiled softly down at you, one hand lifting itself off of your back to brush away a stray tear down your cheek, “Let’s get those tears to go away, then we can have something to eat, okay?”
You nodded silently on his chest, letting your eyes drift shut in the hopes that no more tears would escape. You felt the knot of sadness that had been straining and straining all day loosen itself gently with every simple stroke of Sirius’s hand along your back, finally coming undone when he crooned a soft, “That’s m’good girl.”
