#step father

[guywhowatches]

You opened the door into the kitchen and turned around to quickly close it. You then turned back around, only for a horrifying sight to meet your eyes. Your stepdad was sitting on a stool at the table, with his jeans pulled down and pants riding up him, exposing his hairy, musky ass. He appeared to be eating something rather loudly. The sight revolted you and made you want to scarper before he discovered you were in the room.

You'd never liked your stepdad, from the day you first properly met him, he was always so cruel to you. He would regularly visit the gym and workout, meaning he constantly stank of sweat. But that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was, because of his gym diet, he would often rip the most revolting farts imaginable. And worse, he'd always seemed to do them around you deliberately and laugh as you would cough and gag on the stench. He always said it was the stink of a 'real man' and that you should get used to it, or that you were 'weak and pathetic'. So of course, you didn't want to be noticed by him.

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Just as you were thinking this over, a loud fart boomed out across the room. You jumped in shock as you looked over at the obvious source of the noise. Your stepdad just sighed and chuckled heartily, before going back to eating. You had to get out of the way before the smell hit you.

Maybe you could try hiding in the bathroom, as the entrance to it was right near and it was slightly ajar, meaning it wouldn't make a sound. You crept over to it, and began to open it when you suddenly lurched and gagged loudly. The second the door was fully opened you were hit with a combined smell of eggs and shit. It was unbearable and you leaned over coughing loudly as the stink burned your nose. Unfortunately, this loud reaction drew the attention of a certain someone.

"Ha, I wouldn't go in there if I had a weak nose like yours boy. Those eggs and protein shakes just went right through me this morning." Your stepdad said, looking back at you smiling meanly. You couldn't believe that. How did it still stink of his morning dump, when it was nearly the evening?

"But I guess that's hard for you, being so pathetic and all." He now got up from his seat and made his way over to you, still grinning menacingly. You wanted to try and run away, but your mind was still boggled by the smell from the bathroom and wasn't allowing you to kick into action.

"I nearly expected better from you, but honestly I couldn't even do that. Seems like you need a reminder of who's in charge here." And then, before you could make a run for it, he grabbed by the back of the neck and forced you into position. You couldn't move at all, with the strong grip he had on you.

Then, to your continued horror, he turned around facing away from you and pulled down his pants, his ass now fully on display. It came as no shock to you that it absolutely reeked. It smelt like he hadn't even properly wiped after his previous toilet usage. It was too repulsive for you.

"Let's see if you can survive the smell my lunch burrito coming out the other end." That explains what he was eating. And, before you could object, he grunted loudly.

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The slew of farts blasted against your face with no protection between you and his colossal ass. The stink was unbearable and you felt like were going to pass out. Your stepdad just looked down and laughed at you.

"Are you giving up already? That's just sad. I've ripped worse ones at the gym. Yet you can't handle a few measly puffs? Well, perhaps this'll set you straight." He then grunted again, much to your demise.

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He was truly was a gasbag that seemed to have a never ending supply, that would always be used to torment you. You couldn't handle it any more, as your brain began to shut down due to no clean oxygen in the room anymore.

You then felt him let go of you, as you passed out onto the floor. As your eyes were closing, the last thing you saw was your stepdad bending over you.

"And don't you ever forget who's in charge around here." He said, grinning at you wickedly. You couldn't keep dealing with this, you had to move out soon.

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Hope you guys enjoy

[kabr0ztrousers]

Fem reader who is attracted to her were-gator step dad. He's got a deep voice and a bulky body that he proudly shows off. She often rifles through his laundry to smell his musk. This time she finds cum stained boxers and brings it to her room and starts smelling and licking it. She touches herself and moans his name. Well the step dad hears this and apologizes to her for not noticing how lonely she's been. He makes it up to her by fucking her stupid.

Kabr0z Writes episode 127: Step-Gator

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

Find the AO3 series here!

CWs: Step-cest; age difference; oral sex; enthusiastic consent;

A/N: This one might be a little rough, it was a heavy night last night and I've been hanging out my arse for most of the day. Have fun 😅

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For the past few months, one man above all others has driven you wild. Tall, barrel-chested, dark grey-green scales, always smelling of cement dust even when he tried to mask it with his deep, sultry cologne. Every time you saw him, you felt a wet patch growing in your pants. You'd had to invest in some reusable liners to stop your wetness bleaching your underwear. He was kind, suave, and knew exactly how to talk to a lady. The sort of perfect man you'd only hear about in cheesy rom-coms. Hell, he even volunteered at a bird sanctuary. There were only really two problems that stopped you asking him out. Firstly, he was more than old enough to be your father. That you could work around, you're sure. The other issue is a little tougher: his wife. More specifically, his wife is your mother.

So you had to take matters into your own hands. You tried redirecting your attentions on boys your age, you even tried to find older unmarried men, but the string of online dates leading to meaningless sex didn't slake your thirst. You'd been through boyfriends almost as quick as you went through socks, nobody able to scratch the itch that's been building in you for so long. There was one trick though. One of the chores you're responsible for is the laundry.

It sounds cliche, to sit on the corner of a running washing machine, holding a used jockstrap to your face, but oh God did it work. You felt like you could get off on his musk alone, the rumbling machine underneath you just an aid to give you an excuse to be in here uninterrupted. The corner shaking against your cunt didn't do any harm either though, and the sound of the drum spinning more than drowned out your moans in an ocean of white noise.

Of course, while the sound of the washing machine meant you couldn't be heard, it meant you couldn't hear anyone else moving around the house. You didn't hear the front door opening as he came home early. You didn't hear him putting away his work clothes, or starting to change into his sports gear. You were much too preoccupied to notice the dusty hi-vis jacket falling down the laundry chute into the basket next to the washing machine. The first you were aware of your not being alone in the house was when the door to the laundry room opened and he saw you. You were halfway through a toe-curling orgasm. One hand pressed his underwear to your face, the other slick with your wetness, three fingers stuffed into you.

He froze, mouth open. You tried to cover yourself, but your knickers hanging off one ankle and the scent of your cunt in the air left nothing to the imagination, not to mention the whines escaping you as the vibrations rolled up your body, lighting your nerves on fire. You stared at each other for a moment, then he stepped forward. His hand slid under your hair, palm flat to your scalp before he closed his fist, gripping a handful of hair from the back of your head and pulling you off the washing machine. If he was trying to discipline you, he was doing a poor job. You felt yourself blush harder, yelping as your knees hit the tiled floor.

He wasn't trying to punish you, or if he was he had an odd way of going about it. Your face was being pressed up against the bulge in his underwear. The smell of warm, fresh sweat and the particular musk from his balls filled your senses. You grabbed his waistband and tugged, pulling off his boxers and getting a faceful of his balls, his cock flopping onto the side of your head. You held them to you, licking and kissing the soft scaled skin of his scrotum, listening to his grunts as he ground your face into him.

"You want some more?" His growl was like nothing you'd heard before. Rumbling, bassy, coloured with barely contained desire. You nodded, still tasting him. You whined as he pulled you away, until he pushed two fingers into your mouth, holding your jaw open as he guided you to his cock. You stuck your tongue out, eager to taste the dripping member in front of you. The musk was even stronger coming from his cock, warm and intoxicating. The tip poised against your mouth, he took his fingers out of your mouth, letting you tongue touch the tip, a drop of precum oozing onto you.

His hand landed on the back of your head before he forced himself into your throat. You felt yourself dripping as he pumped your head over his cock, one of your hands dropping between your legs to service your greedy clit, even as his length made you gag. His hips worked like a piston, driving him in and out even as he pushed you down. Your vision began to grey at the edges. You didn't want to stop, not until-

You came. Your toes clenched as your hand rubbed in circles around your clit. Juices dripped from you as your cunt clenched. You lost your balance, slipping slightly, held up onto his cock by your hair. The flash of pain as your hair tugged sent another wave through you, making you whine around the merciless face-fucking

"Damn, you're a slut aren't you? Should I cum down your throat, or make myself a grandkid?"

You could only gurgle, throat filled with cock. He pulled you off him. You gasped for breath, finally able to breathe properly. He pulled you up to your feet, turning you around to bend over the still-running washing machine. Your tiptoes brushed the tiles. He grabbed your arm and twisted it up behind your back, pinning you to the machine as his tip kissed your entrance. You bit your lip, stifling a groan. Your back arched up to him, taking the tip between your folds. He pulled on your hair, bending you backwards as he buried himself in you. His fanged jaw dipped next to your ear

"You're wetter than your mother" He thrust in hard, making you gasp "tighter too"

You grinned, squeezing him with your pussy "Maybe you're just big"

He chuckled, fucking you harder. Your clit pressed against the rumbling machine. Nectar flowed from your cunt, coating your clit. Every thrust slapped his balls into you even as the machine under you rumbled. Your eyes rolled, knees bending and toes curling as you wailed in release. One hand clutched his in your hair, the other balled into a fist behind your back. You kicked your legs as you saw stars, screaming through clenched teeth. You could feel every bump and ridge on his cock as you clenched around it. He groaned, burying himself in you, moaning your name as you felt him twitch and throb. Hot cum filled you. You tried to wrap your legs around him, but you didn't need to hold on to him. He was buried in you, still trying to thrust deeper as his pendulous balls emptied themselves into you. His cum flooded you as he tugged harder, leaning on your arm as you both settled, twitching and panting, both having fucked each other out.

You sighed as he released you, shaking the stiffness out of your arm. He pulled out, leaving you weak and leaking on top of the appliance.

"I'm going for a shower. When you've cleaned up a little we can go for ice cream, my treat." He stroked your hair and turned for the door "And don't worry, your mom already knows"

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And for the record, between starting this and finishing it I've eaten and am feeling much better 😁

[terrence-silver]

If Terrys beloved is a single mum would he still pursue her and would he be a good step parent and father.

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The agenda is quite simple, really:

Claim what he wants; namely, beloved.

They so happen to come in tow with a child from a previous relationship?

Alright then...change of plan. Adapt and overcome.

Ensure that kid loves, admires and adores him far more than they ever would their actual biological dad (and even the biological dad's extended family) through a combination of everything including expensive gift giving, subtle manipulations, enabling, love bombing, sweet talking and utilizing the means of whatever conditioning tool proves most fruitful given the situation. Beloved's his now. They belong to him. By extension, their kid will belong to him too and so will everything pertaining to beloved because he doesn't suffer competition behind that saintly facade he puts on. What's best, they'll never even realize what's happening because he won't let them realize.

Impress, draw further in and endear beloved further through just how much their child warmed up to him, making distancing oneself, as if though that was ever an option on the table in the first place, only the more difficult with each passing day, because you wouldn't break Billy's heart by putting a wedge between us now, would you? And if an attempt is ever made, of course the kid in question will naturally rebel on their own, as kids often do, making Terry's job easy for him, because beloved would not only be taking away a dad figure once, she will be doing so for a second time and Terry knows and anticipates this as a plan B. Terry will only effortlessly end up seeming like even more of a hero if beloved ever tried wiggling out.

So, really, Terry makes himself absolutely necessary. Irreplaceable. Number one.

Next on the agenda; ensure the actual biological dad is entirely erased from the game due to the fact that they'll never measure up to Terry Silver; the stepfather who does Karate, who's been in the military, who gives the coolest advice at just the right time, who owns a dojo, who employs a waiting staff, runs a company, wears amazing suits, so happens to live in a mansion and collects dozens of sports cars. He's, almost stereotypically speaking, literally almost every child's dream come true parent; another thing he is entirely aware of and plays into like there's no tomorrow. Biological father? Who on earth is that punk schmuck anyway?

What's worse, Terry won't even have to eliminate the man personally. Won't have to lift a finger or even open his mouth to besmirch and sabotage the guy; if anything, he'll tactically defend him to seem like the 'good cop' in comparison, further adding to the mystique that he's as humble as the salt of the earth and just as kind. Sooner or later, beloved and beloved's kid will distance themselves from the man on their own because Terry will prove to be a father figure like no other; someone nobody can measure up to and what's the point of anyone ever even trying (a grace Terry rejects with a fake sense of being humble). I mean, he defends beloved's ex and speaks of about equity! Consideration! Fair play! Can you believe!?

By the end of it, beloved and the child will be the ones feeling grateful due to Terry Silver coming into their lives in the first place and internally, he'll laugh and laugh and laugh until the end of time because he's won just like he always knew he would.

[aliceissuperficial]

had a dream about the man who traumatized me the most and i don't ever want to see him again.

[globalriseofblackpeople]

Step fathers

[nlnnet]

[that-glitter-chick]

Surrogate/adoptive father figures, from 80s and 90s cartoons, is a level of comfort I crave.

[v-c-ackerman]

Blood drips from my stepfather's fangs.

With a trembling hand, I press against the wound on my neck. I will not bleed out or turn into a vampire. This knowledge brings no comfort.

Mother looks at her husband, then at me. She scoffs, "If you don't like it, you can move out."

[riddikuluspuff]

one shot: daddy's best little girl

♢ daddy's best little girl

written for HP Forbidden Fruit Fic Fest

relationship: Hermione Granger x Lucius Malfoy

rating: explicit

synopsis: After the passing of Hermione Granger's father, Richard Granger, Jean and her young, freshly turned eighteen-year-old daughter never thought they'd be able to move on from the missing element in their family. That was until Jean met the posh, blond-haired man that had taken over the role of boss in the company where she worked. It was controversial but nothing mattered whenever Jean looked at Lucius Malfoy, she knew that what was between them was the blossoming of a loving relationship. Things progressed quickly from there on and all of a sudden Jean and Hermione were moving to Wiltshire and settling themselves into the large Manor home that the Malfoys owned. However, Hermione hated the change. Despised the changes, which had given her a new step-father and even an annoying step-brother, who she ignored half of the time. But, it seemed that her new stepfather was a little more intrigued with her and the innocent atmosphere that she carried.

word count: 2.8k

! ON AO3 !

[doesntcareabturopinion]

My "step-dad" is currently downstairs drunk pissed off because he can't find his fireball. Let's also put it out there that my mother physically can't walk and he is being a terrible husband telling my mother, "You ain't gettin shit from me till you walk." Let's also say that my mom tried her hardest till her insurance cut off her physical therapy. She can't help that they said it's not "medically necessary" and he was also scolding me (his step-daughter) in which I am trying my hardest not to fucking kill myself (which he knows) and he has the audacity to ask "what do you do for me" and he fucking knows about my mental health! He has seen my scars AND HE ONLY CARES ABOUT HIMSELF! HE IS A FUCKING CHILD THROWING A TANTRUM ABOUT BOOZE! He is lucky I don't know where they are or I would've dumped them out. HE IS SUCH A SHITTY HUSBAND, FATHER, AND STEP-DAD BUT EVERYONE SIDES WITH HIM AND MAKES ME THE BAD GUY! I'M FUCKING TIERD OF IT! I WAS SIMPLY GOING DOWNSTAIRS TO ASK MY LITTLE SISTER ABOUT AN OUTFIT AND HE GLARED AT ME AS IF I WAS TRYING TO KILL HIM! THEN HE STARTED A FIGHT (verbal) WHICH I WAS TRYING TO AVOID BUT NO! HE IS A SELF-CENTERED ASSHOLE.

[thisisstillme]

Are you part of a blended family?

Are you a step-parent who is struggling to understand your role? Are you a step-child who feels unsettled by the family dynamics? Are you a biological parent who feels like they are being pulled from all different angles? I’m writing some articles about the experiences of being in a blended/stepfamily, if you would like to share your experiences with me you can do so anonymously here.

[tikklil]

Happy late father's day from papa-toru and his nuggets 🎀

[gojosbf]

happy fathers to HIM

[imjulia-andilikecats]

Jacaerys "OH Not Another Step Parent" Targaryen

[yoonluve]

dad gojo pt.2 featuring Megumi and shikigami training

[lottieswidow]

Happy Fathers Day to these two