INDY

tw: fauxcest, dubcon, mean jack, pussy spanking, connotations for anal, papa/daddy kink, implied big hefty age gap !

thinking about aged up, much older jack, with barely any traces of reds and browns left in his hair and stubble ♡. . . he's telling you you're gross for calling him 'papa'. . . you answering back, "well, you're gross for flirting back with someone young enough to be your granddaughter!" you accused, jutting your chin up.

mmmhm.. my window is open.

something something stepdad!robby being invited to a fancy medical gala and he gets to bring you and your mom along. you’re staying a separate room to your mom and stepdad but your mom comes into your room to do her hair and makeup.

once you’re done, she asks you to go check on robby, see why he’s taking so long. you knock on his door, hear a bit of a struggle then the door opens and robby’s stood there, hair askew and shirt half buttoned up.

“are you.. okay?”

“these damn suspenders, i wish i hadn’t fuckin’ brought them..”

he steps aside to let you in, forcing you to turn your head away from him to stifle a laugh. he mutters i heard that as he shuts the door, following you inside the room. you stop in front of the mirror, turning to him as you button up his shirt, then pulling down his suspenders, making sure they’re fully clicked in and tightened.

robby hasn’t stopped staring at you since you started buttoning up his shirt, mouth suddenly going dry as he watched your small hands make quick work of his clothes. he can feel himself start to sweat when you finish and look up at him, grin plastered over your face.

rougher scenes of all kinds — full on hardcore is not his thing but manhandling, impact play and spitting are his specialties. loves the “gentle boyfriend to mean dom” type of scripts

stepcest — dumb, clueless step dad / older step bro :/// that’s all

18+ minors do not interact !!

what a thoughtful n sweet gift for your uncle. ♡ he fucks it every night, doesn't want to, would rather fuck the real thing, but can't help needing the feeling of his little niece's tight pussy clamping around his cock when you're away.

one night, you call him, feeling so horny n missing your gross uncle--knowing you don't have to push him far to help you get off. when he answers the phone, it's all quiet and short breaths, grunts here and there, and you know exactly what he was doing before you called.

"are you fucking me, uncle pope?"

he grunts, rolls his eyes, tucks the phone between his ear and shoulder so he can use both hands to hold onto the flashlight, pounding into your molded pussy faster. he breathes into the phone, "shouldn't be fuckin' you like this little girl, could fucking break you--"

you moan, quickly moving your hand down your body to slide beneath your panties, finding yourself soaked as you start to circle your clit. you whisper, "you can fuck me any way you want--that's why i got you that toy, mhmm--fuck."

pope starts to slow his movements, wanting to last longer--n you can hear the wet sounds coming from the toy, the squelch of his dick entering the tight little hole. it turns you on so much, causing you to bow off the bed as he speaks lowly, "shouldn't be giving your uncle a fucking perfect mold of your tight pussy, baby. it's wrong."

this is canon. idc, i make the rules! pope's not huge with words, more talkative some days more than others, and with you he knows he can be himself--giving you gestures, wordlessly grabbing you to hold you close, small acts of love where words aren't needed.

loves to make you your favorite dinner, bringing the plate over to you, setting it down to then tap his lips, causing you to sit up, giving him a quick kiss as a thank you. sitting out by the pool, he turns you to face him, tapping his lips so that you'll lean forward, getting lost in the feeling of the kiss. has you seated on a stool in the garage, watching him work on something for his next job, caging you in between him and the work table, tapping his lips.

one night you have the pie laid out on the dining room table, waiting for the boys to get home when you hear the front door open, heavy steps coming down the hallway. pope and his brothers walk in, job successful, grabbing the plates off the table. pope skims your waist as he walks behind you, moving to sit down, and you walk up, standing between his thighs as you tap your lips. he smirks, leaning in to kiss you--pulling you down onto his lap, tongue tangling with yours.

like this but on his knees like a good boy omg i see ur vision cherry... who want petplay with pope

smiling to himself and chuckling, his hand in his shorts pocket. full on laughing when you scream out a growing “jaaacCCCKIEEEE!”

sunbathing by the pool in the backyard while pope builds that damn fountain. shirt off, jeans sitting so low on his waist, sunglasses on the bridge of his nose as he takes the sledgehammer to the stone.

you’re drooling as you watch him, so focused on his task that you’re needy for his attention. :( “pope! can you fill up my water?” leaning forward in your chair, pushing your tits out, “andy? i’m craving one of your sandwiches. make me one?” dipping your toes in the pool, “andy, come take a break! swim with me? please?”

he’d finally shed his pants, grunting, “you’re so needy today.” as he holds you in the pool, kissing you after he playfully dunks you under. ♡

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