#stepdad!chris evans x reader

[babyjakes]

in the middle of the night. [blurb.]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | somnophilia

pairing | dark!stepdad!pete brenner x reader

warnings | stepcest (stepdad!pete is sooo sleazy.) soft dark!pete. reader is giving innocent vibes. noncon + somnophilia (reader is asleep.) age gap (reader is college age, pete is 40+.) slight daddy kink (pete refers to himself as such.) nipple play. fingering. oral (f receiving.) forced orgasm. squirting.

word count | 913

an | this is my first time writing pete brenner so please be nice!! i hope you all enjoy <33 he's so sleeeazzy, i need him :'))) also i'm just making as many taylor references as i can at this point, im not sorry about it lol

Eyes trailing up your unmoving form, Pete forced himself to swallow down the low groan building in his throat. The pale moonlight pouring in your bedside window was just bright enough to give view to your perfect figure. Taking in the delicate features of your resting face, the older man swore he was laying over a sleeping angel.

He knew what he was doing would be considered wrong by most. But Pete never had too much trouble ignoring his decayed conscience. When the opportunity had presented itself, it was just too good to pass up. You were home from college for the weekend, and your mother was away on a business trip. That left you alone with plenty of time to bond with your affable new stepdad, who you had no idea was such a raging pervert beneath his friendly smile and easy-going temperament.

The man tried to keep his hands steady as he dared to pull aside the fluffy white blanket covering your unconscious frame. When he saw what you were wearing: a skimpy satin nightgown with lacey straps and little bows along the seams, Pete cursed your unfeigned innocence, "Shit, babydoll. You're not makin' this any easier for yourself."

You were a heavy sleeper; that much he knew. He had seen it firsthand a few times when you had dozed off during movie nights with your mom. He brought a careful hand up to test out the waters, gently pawing at your breast as it rose and fell with your elongated breaths. Receiving no reaction, Pete smiled. He grew a bit bolder, gently teasing his fingertips over the slight tent in the fabric where your unguarded nipple lay. The removal of the blanket was already causing a shift in your body heat, both of your tiny pebbles growing semi-hardened at the drop in temperature.

Your body twitched, your plump lips letting out a quiet sigh as his even hand moved in circles over the stiffening nub. "There. That's nice, isn't it, angel?" he hummed, his other hand venturing to the hem of your nightgown's skirt. As lightly as he could manage, he pushed the fabric up to bunch over your tummy, his eyes widening at the sight of your lacey white panties. "Oh sweetheart," he sighed, his cock throbbing in his boxers at the sight of your clothed mound, "you have no fuckin' idea what you're doing to me."

Your slumbering body was cooperative as he eased your legs apart, scooting himself up a bit as he lay flat on his stomach, his head easing up between your bare thighs. Seeing you shiver slightly, he rubbed a large hand over your legs to warm you up. "Don't worry, baby. Daddy'll take care of you. You just lie there and keep lookin' pretty." The man was practically drooling as he peeled the strip of fabric covering your precious petals away, pushing it carefully to the side. At the sight of your little cunt glistening with the smallest bit of wetness, Pete let out a muffled chuckle. "My naughty girl," he cooed, rolling your nipple a bit more forcefully now between his thumb and finger.

Your little body was rocking gently, pulses of pleasure coursing through your limbs despite your deep state of unconsciousness. Licking his lips, Pete brought both hands down to gently part your folds, exposing your leaky hole to his hungry eyes. "Oh princess," he murmured lovingly, gently prodding the tip of a finger against your itty bitty opening, "so tight down here, aren't you? Daddy'll have to be careful with you, huh baby? Be nice and gentle for my girl."

He dipped his head down, teasing the tip of his tongue in place of his finger. The taste of your sweet, slippery juices only worsened his raging hard-on. Dragging his tongue up to your tiny clit, he traced the little nub in gentle circles, his elbows coming to rest over your thighs as your hips began to buck softly. "That's it, angel. So sweet for me," his hum was slurred as he gently slipped his finger inside you before wrapping his lips around your twitching button.

He pumped his digit in and out at a steady pace, finding your tender ceiling with ease as he nursed your clit. He could feel your core warming beneath him, your poor legs starting to shake weakly as you were worked up to an orgasm in the midst of your unwavering sleep. Soft little whines began rising in your throat as you were brought to the edge by your sinful stepfather's efforts. Seeing your climax approaching, Pete pulled his lips away from your burning nub, replacing them with his thumb. He wanted to see your precious little face as you came; he wanted to watch as your orgasm was forced out of you.

Soon it was, and it hit you with more force than he was expecting. As your cunt contracted helplessly around his single finger, a wave of glistening juices sprayed out onto your printed sheets. The man's grin only widened as he carried you through your high, not slowing his ministrations until your shaking died down. Breaths staggering, you were somehow still fast asleep, pussy dripping shamelessly onto Pete's fingers and the bed below.

Exiting you slowly, he brought his drenched digit up to savor your juices as his greedy gaze remained locked on you. "Oh pretty girl," he murmured with a breathy laugh, "the fun I'm gonna have with you..."

[sweetiebarnes]

Twisted Pairing: Step Dad!Lloyd Hansen x Step Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 600+

Warnings: stepcest, voyeurism, female masturbation, nudity, implied future anal, minor daddy kink, dubcon/noncon if you squint, reader is early twenties, age gap.

Request: Lloyd Hansen, Step Dad, “What’s the matter? You’re acting like you’ve never seen a naked man before.”, and anal. Requested by: anonymous

A/N: I'm sorry I've been so slow with writing these. January has proven to be much more difficult than I had anticipated. I promise the stories are coming, and I am looking forward to doing your requests. This isn't my best work, but I still had fun writing it. It has not been beta read, so any mistakes are my own. As always my work is intended for adult audiences so 18+ only! Minors DNI. Pay attention to all tags and warnings. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

Writing Event Masterlist (still in the works)

From the first time Lloyd saw you he knew he needed to have you. That’s the thing about Lloyd Hansen, he always gets what he wants. He’d only married your mother because of the connections she provided. With her he’d be able to spread his business out throughout the country. What he hadn’t expected was the delicious present she had been hiding. 

Tonight your mother was out with friends from college. Lloyd knew this was the perfect opportunity to get what he’d been craving. You. He could picture you up in your bedroom reading one of your countless books. It was cute how you always seemed to find ways to avoid him. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, he knew you felt something too. There was a magnetic pull between the two of you, and tonight would be the night he finally gets what he’s needed.

Lloyd makes his way up the stairs and stops outside your bedroom door. He’d expected to hear nothing, but instead he could hear what sounded like quiet whimpers. His eyes flutter shut as he leans in closer hoping to be able to hear you better. “Oh… Oh fuck, Lloyd.” There was no denying what he heard that time. You were in there touching what belonged to him. Without giving it a second thought, Lloyd quickly began to undress himself. This hadn’t been how he planned to do this, but when the opportunity presents itself how could he say no?

Once undressed, Lloyd opens your door. It takes you a moment to realize he’s standing there, and boy was he thankful for that. For that meant he was able to get a full spread eagle view of your soaked cunt. He watched as your finger meticulously rubbed your clit. The little moans that left your mouth were like music to his ears. It was when he let out a small grunt of approval that your eyes finally opened. 

The look of embarrassment washed over your face. But that look quickly turned into confusion and horror when you spotted that he was naked. Your eyes traveled down to his hard cock which was now between his large hand. Lloyd’s smirk grew when he saw that your eyes appeared to be glued on him. “What’s the matter? You’re acting like you’ve never seen a naked man before.” His eyes never once leave yours as he slowly strides across your bedroom. “Oh come on, sunshine. We both know what you were just doing — who you were thinking about. Come on, be a good girl, show me.” 

The more he talked, the more your body seemed to tremble from nerves. “I - I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lloyd.” He rolls his eyes at your attempt to play dumb. He wasn’t going to allow you to continue your charade of being so called innocent. “You really want to play that game? Fine, show me. Prove to me that you’re not soaked right now. Because you and I both know that your little pussy is dripping for me. Dripping for your step-daddy.” His words cause a small to leave your lips.

Maybe just this once you can give into your desires. Maybe just this once you can be bad. 

Lloyd could hear a semblance of a plea when he watched you lay back on your bed. Your legs spread wide, inviting him to come give you both what you need. But Lloyd lets out a small tut and shakes his head. “Sorry, sunshine. That pussy isn’t what I’m interested in right now. I’d rather fuck your untouched hole. Turn around now.”

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Daddy’s Good Girl » Steve Rogers/Captain America

October 30th

Pairings: Stepdad!Steve Rogers x Stepdaughter!Reader

Summary: The reader is a good girl for her stepdaddy.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, daddy kink, praise kink, pet names (honey, sweetheart)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

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“Daddy please!” You whined.

Steve has been denying you of orgasms all night. It all started when you were about to leave the house to go to a Halloween party, wearing a costume very revealing and not you’re paying the price.

“What do you want sweetheart?” Steve asks.

“Please let me cum!” You begged.

“Nice try, but no.” He says.

You whined and threw your head back against the pillow. Your jaw dropped when Steve rubbed his fingers faster against your now sensitive clit. Your lower abdomen tightened. Your orgasm was coming closer and closer.

“I’m gonna cum!” You moaned.

Steve abruptly took his fingers away from you when you said that making you to whine in frustration.

“Not yet, honey.” He says.

Steve stood up and took off his clothes. You licked your lips when you seen his hard cock, leaking with precum.

“My eyes are up here.” He says, snapping his fingers in your face.

Steve got in between your legs. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him, your legs were on either side of him. He rubbed his tip in between your folds, teasing your entrance.

“Daddy please!” You whined.

Steve chuckled at your desperateness. He slid his cock inside of you, inch by inch till he was fully inside of you. His hands gripped your hips as he began thrusting at a slow pace to tease you.

“Faster please, daddy!” You begged.

“Are you going to be my good girl?” Steve asks.

“Yes! I’ll be good! So good!” You say.

Steve increased the pace of his thrusts, faster and harder. One of his hands left your hips and found it’s way to your clit, rubbing it in circles with his fingers. Moans left your lips as you threw your head back against the pillow. Steve leaned down to kiss along your neck, nipping at your skin hard enough to leave hickeys behind.

“Such a good girl for daddy.” He says against your neck.

You felt a familiar tightening in your lower abdomen that you felt earlier. You had a feeling that Steve was going to deny you of another orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum, daddy!” You moaned.

“Cum for daddy, sweetheart.” He whispers in your ear as his fingers rubbed faster on your clit.

Your jaw dropped, his name left your lips as you came. Steve wasn’t too far behind you.

“Fuck!” Steve moans as he came inside of you.

His thrusts came to a slow stop. Steve pulled out of you and laid down next to you, pulling you against him.

“You’re daddy’s good girl.” Steve says.

“Mhmm.” You hummed.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[cottagecheese1]

unhinged worlds 3

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new beginnings, but what happens when your new beginning comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them.

paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea. warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

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This all seemed so wrong–actually it was wrong. The way Andy was eating you out like a madman between your thighs seemed too good to be true, and the fact that some deep part of you liked this made you shiver. Maybe it was because of the foreign praise Johnny and Colin gave you while you squirmed in their grasp while desperately trying to give yourself an ounce of freedom.

“Aww, honey I just know you’re so close already”, Colin said with a mocking grin.

Apparently, Andy didn’t seem to be fooled by your desperate attempt to conceal the moans that were forced out of the back of your throat, because you felt his mouth attach to your clit and aggressively start sucking. You suddenly jumped back, trying to create some sort of distance between the both of you. Andy then just wrapped his arms around your thighs–pulling you closer, which caused a sudden spasm to exit your body.

“Mmm, look at you sweetheart, all sensitive and shit,” Johnny cooed while pinching your exposed nipples, which caused you to let out a weak squeal.

Colin chuckled and squeezed your other nipple roughly, “She’s just a Baby Johnny, she obviously can’t help it,” he said as he leaned down and pecked your forehead. “can’t you Honey? You’ve never felt this good, have you?”

You really haven’t ever felt this good before. Not that you would ever let any of the three men know that, but the desperate whine you let out as Andy shoved his tongue deeper inside of you just made the two men taunt you more, and the unwanted pleasure that Andy was giving you and with the crude words that spilled out of Johnny and Colin–you could feel that tension building up in your lower stomach want to unravel.

Johnny brushed your hair off your sweat covered forehead with his hand, then leaned down to give you a slight peck on your temple, “C'mon sweetheart, go ahead and cum for me–I know you want to.”, Johnny said with a teasing coo.

Andy then reached up to rub your clit, and that was your breaking point. You no longer could hold in that burning sensation, so you just let it go–feeling your body unravel all at once felt like heaven–you must have not noticed the pornographic moan you let out because the chatter of how ‘pretty she sounds’ came to topic.

As soon as your senses finally came back, you didn’t feel loved or cared about at all. You felt dirty, used even. As you lay on the couch with teary eyes, trying to keep up with the sound of your heartbeat, just so you could try to focus on anything other than the situation you're currently in.

Andy snapped you out of your train of thought when you felt your body being set up to lean against Johnny. Suddenly feeling exposed you bring your knees up to your chest while trying to somewhat cover your exposed chest, but considering the only two bare naked people in the room are You and Johnny–it didn’t seem to surprise you.

Andy then grabbed your chin and tilted your head up, so your gaze was meeting his, then he said, “You did really good honey, I know that was scary, but you sat there and took it like a big girl. Daddy’s so so proud of you.”, he then leaned in to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

Even though his praises did make you feel a little better–you couldn’t stop shaking–the heater broke at the end of spring, so it was always extra chilly in your house. That's why you always wore comfy sweaters around.

Johnny seemed to notice how much you were shivering when he wrapped his arms around you because he said, “You cold baby? Don’t you know I’m a human furnace?”, he asked with a teasing tone. You responded with a small, “yes..I’m cold”, and Johnny seemed to take that as a pass to go ahead and pull you on top of his lap while he adjusted his arms to wrap around you more tightly.

You didn’t even notice Andy left because he came back with what looks like one of his cable knit sweaters and a fresh pair of panties, then he made his way over to you with long strides before kneeling in front of you.

“Daddy got you a nice cozy sweater and fresh pair of panties for his special girl.” Andy said softly as he pulled the overly large sweater over your head and pulled the cotton panties up your legs.

Colin cooed teasingly at your flushed face before saying, “aww, that was nice sweetheart, what do you say?”, you looked down at your lap and fidgeted with your fingers–trying to hide your flushed face.

Andy chuckled before responding for you, “Don’t tease her, she’s just a little shy right now. Isn’t that right honey?”, you look at Andy's smug expression before nodding.

He kisses your forehead before standing back up and sitting by you and Johnny, “That reminds me, your uncle Lloyd is coming tomorrow to stay for a while–you don’t know him honey, but-”, Andy gets cut off by Johnny when he quickly responds with, “That fucker is NOT my uncle. Why is that asshole coming anyway?” Andy rolls his eyes at his banter before he continues.

“Well, I’ve been telling him about our little angel, and he wants to come and see her.”, Andy says sternly. This conversation between them both seemed to make you perk up because, who is Lloyd? Why has he been telling this man about you?

Andy seemed to sense your concern, so he pulled you onto his lap, “Oh honey, there's no reason to be worried...”, he said before he adjusted you on his lap, so you were straddling his legs, then he rested his hands on your hips.

Andy then continued, “Lloyd really likes you sweet girl, so there would be no reason for him to be mean to you unless you’re not very nice, but I won’t have to worry about that because you're a good girl, right?” You paused, trying to process his words, but the expression on his face said, ‘give me an answer now.’ so you just nodded.

“Words angel, I wanna hear that pretty voice.” Andy said sternly, so you responded “Yeah”, you could tell that wasn’t what he was looking for, but he seemed to settle thankfully.

Colin then pitched in, “don’t believe him baby, that guy is a total asshole–he’s probably into some fucked up shit-” Andy cut him off quickly before scolding, “Stop that, you’re scaring her..remember you’re in my house Colin.”

This new information makes you nervous. Scared actually. What if Colin was right–just like he was right about Andy. All you felt right now was overwhelmed and afraid, you never asked for any of this, so now you could only assume this random man was gonna come here and do worse things to you.

You could feel a sob bubbling up in your throat, chest tight, heart racing, you don’t know why you felt embarrassed about the tears that were running down your face. They are the ones doing this to you, it's not your fault, but you couldn’t seem to think when you were hyperventilating and a fresh rack of sobs coming out all at once.

Andy tried to calm you down, rubbing your back and squeezing you in a tight hug did little to cease how upset you felt, “sweetheart, look at me.”, you couldn’t think all you could do was trying to get away from him–you hated how he touched you–how safe he made you feel, how gentle he was. You hated this but you couldn’t help but look at him when he told you too.

“Such a good girl..I know you’re overwhelmed honey, but nothing bad is ever gonna happen to you when you’re here. Lloyd is not gonna hurt you because he knows he needs to be gentle with you.” Andy said as he pressed your head into the crook of his neck.

Johnny leaned over to rub your back and pressed a kiss on the top of your head before saying, “Colin was just exaggerating baby, he’s not that much of an asshole.” Johnny then got up and stretched his arms above his head before continuing, “In fact, he’ll probably treat you just like his little princess, I bet you’ll end up loving it as much as he does.” he ends as he walks away with a yawn.

You could hear a distant “goodnight”, being called, but you just laid against Andy’s chest–listening to the sound of his heartbeat as he spoke once more, “He’s right honey, everything is gonna be okay..I’d explain more but you look sleepy, you wanna sleep with daddy tonight? I give great bedtime cuddles.”

You yawned tiredly before snuggling into his chest more and closing your eyes, letting sleep take you over. Andy chuckled before peppering a bunch of kisses on your face, “Alright cutie, let’s get you to bed. Goodnight Colin don’t say anymore shit like that again.” he said while giving a glare to Colin.

“Night’ Mr. B, tell my baby I said goodnight.” Colin responded with a smug grin.

Andy gave him a groan and carried you bridal style to his bedroom–setting your sleeping figure under the duvet. He walked over to his side of the bed, sliding his shirt off while watching your sleepy figure. Andy slid under the blanket beside you and reached over your head to turn the lap off. He pulled you closer to his chest and kissed the crown of your head.

Andy yawned quietly, “goodnight honey, I love you.”

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A/n: its currently 12am, sorry I took such a long time for part 3, enjoy! (let me know if you would like to be tagged.)

[goldensunflowe-r]

Dark Ari Levinson / Ari Levinson Smut. Part 3

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Stepdad Ari

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[toastedkiwi]

Bastard Child Outline

Pairing: Chris Evans x Bastard Child/Daughter!Reader

A/n: this shit has been sitting in my drafts for like three years and a year in my queue so it wouldn’t get lost in my drafts. I’ve decided I’ll just post it because I honestly don’t know if I’ll ever actually write the parts. So this is for those who were holding out hope. I’m sorry to disappoint. (Also, some bits and parts might be triggering for those who’ve dealt with abuse and self harm.) it’s long too. Not at all perfect either.

Born 1999 in Hawaii.

Mom, Emily Reed, had you when she was 15 and Chris was 16. She’s a decent person and obviously got married to surgeon. They had kids. Stepdad, Dr. Issac Reed, is a decent guy but works a lot. You’d never be his kid however. He made sure you were alright but he never had the connection with you as much as that sucked. It happens.

Your grandpa was stationed in Boston when your mom and dad got together. They had a huge fight and another girl was caught with her lips on his right before she moved with her family to Hawaii.

At 11, you start a YouTube channel under the name xXBOSLEYXx (named after your grandpa’s dog) and start posting covers since you love music. (2010)

At 12, you audition for a role in Hawaii Five-O. You get it and end up being a kidnapped kid that they have to find. It leads more people to your YouTube channel. (2011)

At 13, you go to LA by yourself since your mom had just given birth. Your aunt who’s a publicist gets you signed to a record deal along with a manager by the name of Marie Trevor. It’s decided that you’ll be known as BOSLEY. (2012)

You end up moving to LA. You record some singles which is received amazingly. You easily rise to the ranks especially with the help of some modeling gigs and acting gigs.

At 14, your mom doesn’t approve anymore as you’re gaining fame and your dad is getting bigger than ever. You get into a huge argument. She pretty much drops you as her child and your aunt is responsible of you. You drop an album. (2013)

At 15, You stop smiling for pictures which becomes signature of BOSLEY. You’re offered a small role in The Bronze getting to tell Lance Tucker to fuck off in a moving car. You happily take it and managed to befriend the actor. (2014)

At 16, You’re fully doing music and touring. School is pretty much dropped. You find that your boyfriend knocked you up. You want your mom but she won’t pick up. You end up having a miscarriage while on touring. You’re given a day to grieve and the next you have to continue on. You also perform at Kylie Jenner’s birthday party. You end up becoming good friends with the Jenner sisters which gets you more fame. You got another role playing Peter Parker’s neighbor and his second best friend. (2015)

At 17, you perform on SNL with Scarlett Johansson as the host. You release another album which kicks off another tour after you finish filming Spiderman: Homecoming. Tom Holland actually invites you to the Civil War premier and you join him. Sebastian hugs you tightly when he sees you. You don’t meet your dad. (2016)

At 18, rumors spark that you’ll be taking over the mantel as Captain America as filming for Infinity War starts. You start getting compared to Chris Evans as if it’s a fair comparison. There’s also rumors that you two might be related. You also start dating this actor, Max Wess. You attend the Spiderman premier with him. (2017)

At 19, your birth certificate is leaked.

Chris freaks out over the news. He knows your mom. He remembers her and the last night they shared together before she left without another word.

Your boyfriend ends up beating the shit out of you which one of your friends finds you barely alive and calls you an ambulance. This happens in your LA home. It’s a huge story.

Chris gets in contact with your aunt Jamie Y/l/n and she happily helps him sneak into the hospital without paparazzi catching him. He ends up sitting in the chair close to your bedside waiting for you to wake up if you ever will. He expects Emily to come. She doesn’t.

You wake up in a panic and Chris’ face is what you first see. He’s the one to tell that you’re okay and you’re safe. You learn that your jaw is wired shut. Your ribs are broken. You’re missing a kidney. You had a lot of internal bleeding. Your right hand is busted and took many screws and rods to fix. You’re definitely worried about your career especially when you found out that they had to slit your throat and put a tube in it. Your dad luckily distracts you and is sure to not bring up your mother since he’s been warned by Jamie.

“I’m really wondering how you got BOSLEY from Y/n,” Chris said.

You tapped on the keyboard of his iPad using your left index finger as he holds it for you. Chris can’t help but chuckle.

“He really named all his dogs Bosley?”

You nod and your grandpa said, “it’s a strong name.”

You turned head seeing the old man and Chris hasn’t seen him in two decades. You haven’t seen him in a good 3 years. Your grandmother heads to you easily freaking out over how you look but Chris knows you looked a lot worse. He wants to so badly ask why they didn’t tell him about you. They surely should’ve known. But he doesn’t for your sake.

“You don’t have to stay, Christopher,” your grandpa said.

Chris moves to stand up but you grasp his hand. You give the nastiest glare to your grandfather.

“Is she even gonna come?” You hissed through the wires. You aren’t supposed to try and use your voice.

“Honey,” your grandmother said. “She’s gotta look after the kids.”

You rolled your eyes and Chris could see the tears start to form. Your heart is beating faster on the monitor. He’s just as mad as you. Are you really not that important to her? If you aren’t, why didn’t she just give him you? He without would’ve taken you in and loved like a parent should.

You wave off the hands and swat them away. Tears streamed down your cheeks. You yanked out the leads as the monitor started to beep louder. It ends up showing that you’ve flatlined. You try kicking off the blankets.

“Hey, Bubba,” Chris said but you aren’t listening.

He ends up wrapping his arms around you. He takes the hits you give him. It’s heartbreaking to watch especially when you give up and cry as he held you. Nurses and doctors rushed in.

“She’s okay,” your grandpa informed as Chris comforts you as a parent should.

Once you fall back asleep with the help of some sedatives, your dad pulls your grandparents outside of your room.

“Where the fuck is Emily? Why isn’t she here? It’s clear Y/n wants her,” Chris said.

“Let’s go somewhere more private,” Lucille suggested.

Chris ends up taking them to his place after running into Tom Holland and Zendaya who are obviously there to visit you. He informs them that you’re asleep but it’d be fine for them to stop by and have them watch over you.

“They got into a huge fight over Y/n becoming BOSLEY,” your grandma said before her husband could speak. “Emily couldn’t handle it. She still holds a lot against you and she didn’t want you meeting her.”

“Really?” Chris asked.

“Yeah,” your grandpa said. “Emily practically disowned her. Probably should’ve called you.”

“No fucking shit. When was the last time they talked?” Chris asked.

“3 years ago,” Lucille said.

“It’s been five since they’ve seen each other. That’s when they had their big fight,” John said.

It’s late at night when you get released from the hospital. Your dad drives you to your house. You end up getting panicky and not wanting to go in. He takes you to his place and has his assistant go tomorrow to pack some bags for you. It’s a rough night so he stays up with you watching movies together until you fall asleep.

Chris takes you to Boston the next morning on a private jet. He sets up some appointments for you with doctors in Boston to make sure you’re recovering just fine. You meet Dodger and the two of you become best friends. It’s a lot of watching movies with your dad until you ultimately crash against him due to the meds. You also can’t seem to sleep alone in the guest room due to having terrible nightmares. With the first couple, Chris didn’t want to overstep and climb into the bed to hold you and try to make it go away. But it was clear that Dodger wasn’t cutting it. Just a couple nights a week, the three of you will be together in the same bed. Chris jokingly got you one of those starry night projectors but you both love it.

“What are you doing here?” You hear you’re dad hiss.

“It’s called dropping by unannounced to annoy you and to rescue your child from you,” Scott sassed.

“You are not taking my child anywhere, Scott,” Chris said.

“You make it sound like I wouldn’t bring her back,” Scott said.

Scott ends up taking you both out of the house. You have to listen to them both sing along with the radio. You end up capturing the two brothers on your phone. You agree going over to your grandparents house and meeting them even though you’re still recovering. It distracts you for awhile.

You get some news you don’t want to hear about your hand. It’s not healing as the doctors would like. They don’t know if you’ll be able to play guitar or piano (which will be one handed) like you had before. You end up having the surgery. Sebastian Stan surprises you when you wake up.

“Fuck off,” is what Sebastian says to you. You a small smile.

“Why’d ya say that?” Chris asked.

“It’s what your child first said to me when we met,” Sebastian said.

You hummed loudly to a song in your head making them laugh.

“She acts exactly like you when you’re drunk,” Sebastian teased.

As much as Chris wants to stay with you during your recovery, he does have to film but thankfully it’s in Boston. It’ll be like he has a regular job. However, there’s not much for you to do or you can do. You can’t sing or write. You end up getting stuck in your thoughts which isn’t a great place to be in for a long period of time.

Scott and Chris can clearly tell you’re absolutely miserable. Nobody knows how to help you out and get you out of it. Your dad ends up calling whoever he can. He calls Sebastian, Tom Holland, your manager, Scarlett, his mother.

Scarlett asks him, “what does she do for a living?”

“She’s a popstar,” Chris said.

“There’s your answer.”

He ends up getting a grand piano and putting it in the living room where the dining room table is. The table ends up in the garage with the chairs. It takes Chris playing a song poorly on it for you to come over and smack his left hand off the keys. It makes him smile as you play the song with your left hand and he plays with his right.

“Sit down next to me,” Chris said.

You sit next to him on the bench. He puts his left arm around your shoulders pulling you closer.

“Play me something,” he requested.

You give him a look that he’s been known to give people. He smiles. You let out a sigh- it’s more like a slight hiss. You play him a song. It turns into two and then into more.

You and your dad fly to LA as he’s got meetings and your ex has finally been arrested for what he did to you. You definitely built some walls up and retract from your dad as much as that sucks. Chris just knows he’s gotta be patient because he can’t force you to open up to him or you’ll probably push him so far away to the point of no return. Besides it’s only been 7 weeks since you first met each other.

“Hey, Y/n. I’m gonna watch The Muppets, you should join me,” Chris said after knocking on the bathroom door. “I’ll be in the living room.”

You stared at the door and listened to him walk away. You look back at the OxyContin in your hand. The pill bottle has your name on it. It was prescribed and filled once you were released from the hospital. There’s five pills left. You unscrew the top with some difficultly. You dump the little pills in the toilet and flush them. You drop the pill bottle in the trash and turned on the faucet. You let your left hand go under the water and you see the faint lines on your wrist. You’d let a blade run over them again but The Muppets will have to do.

“You’re just in time,” Chris smiled seeing that you took him up on his offer.

You sit right next to him. You both end up sharing a blanket as he noticed you getting cold.

You get your wires out in LA making it much easier to hold a conversation with people. You also get spotted out with your dad to dinner to celebrate that you can finally eat soft foods which blows up everywhere. You easily get backlash and told that you’re using him as a publicity stunt. Both his team and your own team finally meet on how to deal with the situation.

You finally speak up in the meeting. “I’m not doing fucking GMA or Ellen to talk about my sad little life and how it’s all good now ‘cause Captain America’s my dad. Are you insane? Have you not seen the shit I get from everyone? How everyone believes that everything that has happened— my boyfriend beating shit out of me because I told him to ‘fuck off’ to a leaked birth certificate revealing that fucking Chris Evans is my dad is just for publicity. It will not go over well especially with that fucking asshole out on bail talking shit because he can.”

You leave after snapping at everyone. Chris tries to talk to you but you snap at him telling him that he doesn’t know you and he’s not your dad. It definitely hurts to hear.

You don’t go back to his place which has him worried. He checks your home. You aren’t there.

You end up going to Hawaii to see your mom. It leads to a huge blow out. You’re screaming at her and she’s screaming at you. You’re told that she never wanted you and you were a mistake that she was saving Chris from. It truly destroys you.

Chris doesn’t see you again until he gets a call from your assistant in the middle of the night after she found you unconscious in the pool of your own blood. He of course comes even if you don’t want him there. He’ll sit at your bedside or the waiting room. He has to know that you’ll be okay.

“I’m gonna state this once and for all,” Chris said to you. “You’re stuck with me and I’m sorry that I’m your dad. I don’t know how to be one but I’ll figure it out.”

You cried which makes him climb into the hospital bed. He holds you tightly as you cry. He can tell you’ve gone through so much and you haven’t really had anyone. They’ve always left.

Chris takes you back to Boston once you get your cast off and sadly you’ll need another surgery but it thankfully can wait a bit. You start seeing a therapist that he helped find. You don’t talk about what was said in the room but he can you’re coming out of shell a bit.

You and Chris are seen again going to a courtroom in LA with Scott coming along. You even have some friends come in support. There’s tons of paparazzi and gossip sites covering it. It’s not a very fun experience especially with you having to take the stand and Chris learning some very heartbreaking things that you went through. Your ex tries to spew more lies about you and drag your dad into it. It’s thankfully over after three days and your ex is found guilty.

A celebratory dinner takes place at your favorite restaurant in LA. Chris gets to see you let loose a bit and smile more. He knows as BOSLEY that you don’t smile especially not in pictures. It’s your whole image that has been created and with everything that has happened, it hasn’t been a happy experience.

“Get next to her,” Chris is told.

You both grin widely with cheeks pressed together for one of your friends to take a picture. It gets posted on your dad’s twitter with a caption “there’s no denying it, I have a mini-me.” You retweet it.

[theycallmebecca]

Drabble: The Luckiest Little Boy

Last week I did a poll for who should star in Father's Day story idea I had and Chris won. So here is the story I wrote for it. I hope y'all enjoy.

In this story Chris is a dad, but also a stepdad. While I am not a child of divorce, my cousin is. He is who is his because he had an amazing step dad who made up for my uncle being a crappy dad. My cousin has since become a devoted stepdad himself and he loves his kids like they are his own.

Title: The Luckiest Little Boy

Pairing: Chris Evans x female reader

Rating: G

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

Usage Disclaimer: This work is for fans only. This author does not give permission for it to be shared, spoken of, referred to in any public manner (podcast, tv, online, etc.) that wants to either make a celebrity uncomfortable, mock fan fiction/fandom in any way, or the author themselves. Requests can be made, but it is unlikely the author will change their mind. If no response is given to a request then the answer is a solid no, not interested and the work cannot be shared, spoken of or even referred to, regardless of the manner or context. 

"There's someone here to see you," you said to Chris as you came into the nursery where he was putting your two month old down for a nap.

"Who is it?" he asked.

"I'll take over here," you said, purposely ignoring his question. It was Father's Day and you didn't want to ruin the surprise waiting for him.

"Thanks," Chris said, giving you a quick kiss before he left the room.

Curious as to who was waiting for him, he made his way down the stairs and froze as he turned into the living room.

"Papa!" your 8 year old son shouted and ran over to him. 

Chris raised his arms up just in time to catch the boy and gave him a hug.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his eyes going to the couch where your ex and his husband sat.

"It's Father's Day," the little boy stated after Chris set him back down.

"It is," Chris agreed, still confused. "You said dad and papi were taking you fishing today."

"It's Father's Day," the little boy repeated.

Chris glanced at his co-parents for help.

His step-son sighed and then explained, "Papi is married to daddy, so he's my dad, too. You're married to mommy, which makes you my dad, too."

"He didn't want you to be left out today," your ex added.

"You're supposed to spend Father's Day with your dad," the little boy stated then he puffed out his chest. "I'm lucky because I have three dads."

Chris felt tears stinging the corner of his eyes and he pulled the boy in for a hug. 

"I got all your fishing stuff out of the garage," you said from behind him.

"You knew?" Chris asked, glancing over his shoulder at you.

"They called about an hour ago," you said with a shrug. "But buddy wanted it to be a surprise."

"Can the baby come with us?" your son asked. "She should spend time with papa today, too."

"She's a little young for fishing this year," you said. "But how about when she gets up from her nap, she and I go get everything we need for a barbecue and when you guys get back from fishing we can all have dinner together."

Your son considered your idea for a moment and then nodded his head. "Ok, but we'll need a cake, too," he stated.

"I'll get the perfect cake," you promised.

——

Later that evening, while your son was playing a video game with his step dads, your ex helped you clean up dinner.

“Thanks for today,” you said to him. “I know it meant a lot to Chris.”

“We’re raising a good kid,” your ex shrugged. “When we were eating breakfast this morning, he asked if we were picking up Chris or if he was meeting us at the lake."

"You didn't have to agree to it, though," you said. "It's your weekend…"

"Chris is a good guy," your ex replied. "He loves our son and I know our son loves him. And when the kid said he wanted to spend the day with all three of his dads, how could I tell him no?"

"You're the best," you told him. "Why don't you go play with them. I'll finish up in here."

You watched him leave the kitchen and smiled. Seven-years-ago, you'd become a single mom after splitting with your ex. Then he had gotten married to his husband and the three of you had become co-parents. Then, two years ago, you'd met Chris and had fallen in love.

Initially, you'd worried about how your son would respond to having another man in his life, but it had all worked out better than you could have imagined. Within a month of you and Chris marrying, your son had started calling Chris "papa" and he now had three devoted dads who each brought something different to the table, giving him the best support a kid could need.

[evansbby]

I posted 7,706 times in 2022

That's 7,706 more posts than 2021!

5,838 posts created (76%)

1,868 posts reblogged (24%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@evansbby

@onsunnyside

@maladaptivexxdaydreaming

@maroonsunrise83

@hansensgirl

I tagged 7,578 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#anon - 4,317 posts

#poyt ask - 916 posts

#my thoughts 💭 - 233 posts

#ari levinson - 232 posts

#self reblog - 202 posts

#hehehe - 168 posts

#chris evans - 158 posts

#tw dd/lg - 112 posts

#queue - 111 posts

#ari x bunny - 104 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#that’s okay it’ll be done when it’s done and y’all will understand when you read it bc it’s a fuckign long and emotionally draining chapter

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

pouty princess

Pairing: daddy!Ari Levinson x bratty!reader

Warnings: smut, daddy!kink, dumbification, dd/lg undertones, major size difference, slight sugar daddy vibe, dirty talk, Ari goes dark towards the end, slightly dark.

Summary: You want to show your daddy that you can be in charge sometimes too, but it doesn't work out as well as you'd hoped. (Based on this ask and mini-drabble).

A/N: This is just a drabble I wrote in under an hour! Not a full fic, I just felt inspired by that ask the other day and wanted to write a more detailed version of the mini drabble! Enjoy!

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3,297 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

#4

not sure if this is overboard, but obsessive dark (maybe mafia) ex-husband!ari hiring a friend of his to rough his ex-wife!reader up to scare her back into his arms is 😵‍💫

like maybe it took sooo long to get him to sign those papers, but just when u think you're free from him and his bullshit, you're right back to him and the soft, manipulative sex after...

sorry if this didn't make sense lol

Pairing: ex-husband!Ari Levinson x naive!reader

Warnings: dark!Ari, smut, daddy kink, dd/lg, babying, dubcon, cheating, inappropriate use of a stuffed animal.

Summary: Your daddy ex-husband, Ari, takes care of you after a scary encounter.

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3,460 notes - Posted September 10, 2022

#3

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Stepdad!Ari Levinson x bratty!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, stepcest, noncon, dubcon, daddy kink, forced babying, use of petnames, oral - female receiving, face riding, fingering, anal fingering, spanking, coercion, blackmail, dd/lg, dirty talk, dumbification.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your stepdad Ari has a strange obsession with you, but will he listen when you try to confront him about it?

𝐀/𝐍: Wow, it’s me with another surprise Ari fic! I wrote this quickly in the past few hours, and I hope you enjoy. But please read the warnings, Ari is super depraved and twisted in this! Based on this ask and drabble!

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5,103 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

#2

preying on you tonight

Pairing: dark alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!Reader

Warnings: smut, dark themes, a/b/o themes, daddy!kink, noncon, dubcon, dark!Steve Rogers, bullying, Steve is really mean in this, jealousy, breeding kink, size difference, unbalanced power dynamic, humiliation, seriously Steve is super mean, and reader is really naive, minors do not interact!

Summary: Steve is the menacing alpha who makes your life at university a living hell every single day. He's cocky, brash and domineering, and you're the complete opposite - quiet, meek and reserved. Ridiculed by him day after day, you're convinced he hates you. But what happens when Steve finds out you have a boyfriend? Based on this ask and the discussion that followed it.

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5,193 notes - Posted April 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

➳❥ 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dark!Lloyd Hansen x innocent!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, dubcon, noncon, dark, minors dni, daddy kink, age gap - reader is early 20s, Lloyd is late 30s, coercion, dark Lloyd taking advantage of super innocent reader, like seriously reader is very innocent, corruption kink, babying, extreme dumbification, dd/lg undertones, mention of gun, use of gun in sexual context, choking, spitting, kidnapping, dacryphilia, loss of virginity, blood mention, killing mention, manipulation, gaslighting

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Lloyd promises to let you go, but he demands a depraved repayment. (In other words: Lloyd pops your cherry).

𝐀/𝐍: This is really fucking depraved. Please, please be warned. 

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6,169 notes - Posted July 27, 2022

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[babyjakes]

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event | kinktober 2022

prompt | finger sucking

pairing | dark!stepdad!steve rogers x reader

warnings | mean!dark!stepdad!steve, non/dubcon, ddlg vibes (steve refers to himself as daddy), forced orgasm

word count | 286

an | this one’s for my sweet friend @junipermuses! you wrote stepdad!steve once and now i can’t stop thinking about him 🤤 i made him a little mean too, just as a treat 🫶

mean!stepdad!steve fucks your sweet little pussy every chance he gets, even in the middle of the night when your mom (his wife) is sleeping in the next room over 😳 he’s got you sprawled out on your back against your pretty pink princess bedding (which of course he got you, he just thinks it’s so cute) and he’s pounding into you as he stuffs your mouth full of his fingers to give you something to suck on and muffle your whimpers and moans 🤤 “gotta be quiet, sweetheart. wouldn’t want your mother to hear, now would we? she’d be so disappointed to find out what a filthy little slut her daughter is in bed— fucking her own stepfather, how naughty” you were always hesitant towards his advances and tried to keep him from committing such heinous acts against you but he’s just so big and strong and there’s nothing you can do when he forces himself on you and takes what’s his 😔 he’s pounding you hard, not caring about the tiny squeaks of pain you’re letting out against his fingers as your drool drips down your chin. “that’s it, baby. take your daddy’s cock” he’s only turned on more when you start to cry 😩 “fucking look at you, so pathetic. drooling all over daddy’s fingers, what’s wrong, baby? don’t you like it when daddy fucks this little baby pussy?” he reaches down to rub your clit and you only sob harder, he knows he’s gonna make you cum. “c’mon, give it to me, slut. squeeze daddy’s dick— there you go,” he shoves his fingers further down your throat as you clench around him 😭 “see? knew you fucking love this, filthy fucking whore” 😌🫶

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Early Christmas Present » Chris Evans

December 4th

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Chris Evans x Wife/Mom!Reader with son Max

Summary: Chris surprises his 5 year old stepson with an early Christmas present to Disneyland.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, nicknames for son (bud, little man), pet names for Y/N (sweetheart)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️

“Sweetheart, you home?” Chris’s voice echoed through the house.

“Kitchen!” You shouted back.

Chris walked in the kitchen with a big smile on his face.

“Hey, babe. How was—” Chris kissed you with so much passion before you could finish your sentence. “That’s one hell of a kiss.” You smiled. “Not that I’m complaining, but what was the kiss for?” You asked curiously.

“Can’t a man kiss his gorgeous wife?” He says with a smile.

You know that smile. It’s the smile that he did something.

“What did you do this time, Chris?” You asked.

“Something good.” He says.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Something exciting that you and Max are going to love.” He smiles. “Where is he?” He asks.

“Upstairs playing in his playroom.” You say.

Chris goes upstairs with you following behind him. You two walk in the Max’s play room to see him playing with his Avengers action figures.

“Hey bud. Are you busy?” Chris asks.

“No. Am I in trouble?” Max asks, putting down his Captain America and Winter Soldier action figures.

“No you’re not in trouble.” He says.

“Oh ok. No I’m not busy.” He says.

You and Chris sat down on the floor in front of him.

“Chris has exciting news for us.” You tell him.

“What is it?” Max asks curiously.

“Who’s your favorite stepdad?” Chris asks.

“You’re my only stepdad.” He giggles.

“Point made, little man. Anyways, you know that Christmas is coming up, right?” Chris says.

Max nodded.

“Well, I got you, mommy, and I tickets to Disney Land! We’re leaving the day after Christmas!” He says.

Max’s eyes widened with excitement. He’s been wanting to go to Disney Land for as long as he can remember.

“No way! Really?!” Max asks.

“Yes!” Chris says.

Max hugs Chris, practically tackling him to the floor.

“You’re the best daddy ever!” He says.

Chris just smiles. Hearing Max call him daddy makes his day.

“I love you so much, daddy!” Max says.

“I love you too, bud.” Chris says with a smile.

“I love you, mommy.” He says, leaning over to hug you.

“I love you too, little man.” You smiled.

❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️

-Bucky’s Doll

[onsunnyside]

So while stepdad!aus aren’t my cup of tea I will posit the question to the group….

Isn’t Lloyd Hansen a very stepdad type of guy that gets into the family for some work purpose but ends up walking away with you? He’s just giving the vibe 😳

dear goodness… all holy beings look away

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | stepdad!Lloyd Hansen x reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | age gap, stepcest, possessive behaviour, smut - minors dni, unprotected sex (p in v), daddy kink, spitting, lots of cum, breeding kink, overstimluation, p*ssy slapping, finger sucking, some praise, dumbification, degradation, dacryphilia, smidge of tear licking, squirting, creampie(s). 

𝗪/𝗖 | 1510

🍆 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“T-Too full,” you try to get away, clawing at the bed sheets as his thick, red tip prods at your creamy hole, “can’t—not again.”

“You can,” Lloyd spits on your cunt as if you weren’t already a wet, sticky mess. His head traces up and down your slit, paying extra attention to your sensitive clit. “Remember? You promised me a special gift for Father’s Day.”

Through blurry vision, you spot the handmade card and photo album on his nightstand. That was the gift you spent weeks making, between fussing (and failing) with the card multiple times, and collecting and arranging the perfect album of your stepfather, Lloyd has been in the back of your mind in more ways than one. 

The gift wasn’t your idea, it was your mother’s. She wanted Lloyd to feel welcomed to the family despite it all being business, just a marriage between two of the city’s most influential people for security, power and status. 

She wanted him to feel at home and ultimately, like he belonged. And to do that, she wanted you to be a sweetheart, to create and gift it to him yourself. 

“He’s your stepfather and the reason we aren’t back in that terrible place again.”

You know she didn’t think he’d fuck you in their shared bed. 

“Remember when you used to avoid me? Go out whenever I was home, I heard you even wanted to skip the wedding.” He whispers in your ear, the low creamy tone makes you melt. “Thought you hated me—now look at you, taking my cock like a good girl.” He presses on your stomach, pinning you down as he pounds into your sloppy cunt. “So full of my cum, you gonna let me fill you up again, sunshine?”

“Didn’t hate you…” You trail off to a moan as he kisses your jaw, slowly working down your neck. 

“Well, you didn’t like me either.” Lloyd murmurs against your skin, groaning as your legs wrap around his hips and pull him deeper. “Fuck—you were such a daddy’s girl, huh? Didn’t want me taking his spot?” 

He wasn’t wrong. You weren’t sold on the newest addition to your family, especially so soon after your parents divorce and your father’s arrest. Regardless of how grateful your mother, and the rest of your siblings were, and Lloyd’s reputation and wealth, this new man would never amount to your father. 

But as your mother stated, you needed the label, protection, and image. 

She was a woman who never faltered, even with the rumors of her cheating husband, and his untimely arrest for fraud. She will stand unwavered, and unaffected by the publicity. 

She remains steady with resolve, and will happily marry another high status man within a few months. Even if that man happened to be far worse than your father, neck deep in shady businesses and bad things. To the public, Lloyd was a clean, sophisticated CEO who was the perfect replacement for your cheating and lying father. 

Right now, he’s your stepfather fucking you into the bed he shares with your mother, pumping you with another load while you squirt all over his length. He doesn’t stop or slow down, if anything, the oversensitivity makes him more ravenous. He loves watching you tremble on his cock, caught between begging for a break and pleading for more. 

Your arms shoot out, yanking him down for a messy kiss full of clashing teeth and warm breaths. “Wanted you so badly. Please—don’t stop.” You moan, twitching under him when he pulls out, plugging you with the heavy tip before ramming forward. 

With every thrust, your head brushes the headboard. Lloyd fucks his cum into you, forcing you to take the previous loads and his fat girth, he wants to mark you from the inside out. Your cries are music to his ears, he wishes he could watch his cum dribble out around his dick, and smear down your ass to the once-clean sheets. But, he doesn’t want to move, this position with your breasts against his chest, your fingers digging into his shoulders, and your pulsating walls milking his cock—if he had a choice, he’d never move. 

“I know, your new daddy knows, baby.” He coos, lowering his body until his balls touch the filthiness between your thighs. He’s pressed to the hilt, you can practically feel him in your guts. With slow grinds, he watches as you sink into the mattress, small hiccuping breaths escape your parted lips. “Poor baby, those college boys don’t know how to fuck you. They don’t know how to stretch out this little pussy, make you a stupid mess—bet they leave you high and dry.” 

You can’t do anything but take his pounding, tears trailing down your face as he rams into your spot. Your whole body tenses, and your cunt sucks him deeper, hungry for more despite there being no room left. Squelching noises bounce off the walls and make you cover your face, weeping into your hands as he splits you apart. 

He leans back, and between your fingers, you watch his abs flex and his neck tense. A guttural groan rumbles from within his chest, a stark contrast to your blubbering of daddy, daddy, daddy. Lloyd moves your hands and brings one to his mouth, sucking your fingers and swirling his tongue. 

“You’re going to come for me again.” 

You immediately shake your head, but make no movements to escape, all too lost in the pleasure. Your hand is pulled from his mouth soaked with his salvia, and as if in slow motion, you watch him bring it to your cunt—and that’s when you try to get away. 

Lloyd easily tugs you back, pounding harder and deeper. He’s rearranging your insides, pulling you to meet his thrusts, then reaching down to collect your cream that’s formed a ring around his base. He shoves his fingers between your lips, fucking your mouth as a mixture of your salvia and arousal drip from the corners of your lips. 

“Look at you, getting fucked from both ends. All that’s missing is something in your ass.” He hooks your knee over his shoulder, stretching your sore hole, and exposing yourself to the hot air. You can only imagine how filthy you look down there. “Slap your clit before I do it for you.” 

The next few moments have faded into one. Between his unrelenting thrusts shoving your sweaty body higher on the bed, and his demands of harder, and to spank your clit until it hurts—you fall over the egde again. 

“I know no one knows how to make you do that. That’s it, such a good girl for daddy.” He leans back, watching you squirt and cover his lower half in your release. Your whole body convulses as a silent mewl pours from your mouth, tears of pleasure and pain stream down your face. His thrusts have slowed into thorough grinds as sticky strings connect your most intimate parts. 

You allow him to move you as he pleases, dragging out your orgasm as it bleeds into another—you can barely breathe as he rubs your sore clit, his rough fingertips are cruel on your overworked button.

His face his inches away and blush blooms over his skin. “I’m going to leave your mother, and you’re going to come with me.” He promises, swooping down to kiss your tear-stained cheeks. Lloyd can’t reisst licking a few. “You’re going to be my little wife, and I’m going to fuck you like this everyday, fill this tight cunt with my cum, and you’re going to make me a real daddy.” 

His hips rail forward as you lay a limp mess, still crying as he pumps you full. His cum spurts along your sore walls, trying to find space but there isn’t any left, and it seeps out around his girth, leaking down your ass and his heavy balls. These sheets will never be saved.  

Then, the door downstairs opens, and your mother’s voice rings out. 

Lloyd pulls back with a smile, sweat brimming at his hairline. “Looks like it’s time to share the news, pumpkin.” He takes pride in your dazed expression, you probably can't even hear him now, let alone process his words. Slowly, he starts fucking his cum into you, desperate to knock you up for the final nail in the coffin of his marriage to your mother.

Wet noises seep into your foggy mind, playing dully in the background to your Lloyd-filled thoughts. He’s successfully fucked you stupid, and you’ve never felt so good. 

Your cunt is filled to the brim, his seed coating your core, marking you with his scent and presence. Each grind sends shocks throughout your body, your pussy is a pathetic mess—there’s no doubt that he’s got you pregnant already—and that brief realization shoves you deeper under the surface of pleasure. 

Lloyd groans as you start to meet his motion, although weak and stuttering, you silently tell him you want him too. “Or maybe, she should catch us, hm? Wouldn’t that be interesting?”

[runa-falls]

Sharing is Caring

Summary: Ari is going to teach you how to share

Pairing: Cruel Stepdad!ari x reader 

Rating: Explicit 18+ (DNI if you’re under 18 -.-) 

Warnings: SMUT, angst, oral f!receiving, spanking, infidelity, mean!ari, daddy kink, whore!ari, cuckholding/voyeurism, facial, dacryphilia, choking, threesome (kinda), no aftercare ._.

WC: ~4.3k

A/N: Look, this shit is kinda fucked up ngl, so I’m sorry for this ;-; I just have to write hurtful things??? 

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You can feel his body heat glide behind your bent body as you work on pulling a clean fitted sheet over your mattress, the hardest part of making your bed. You feel large hands grip your waist before you’re pulled back against him. 

A breathy whine spills from your lips as he tries to distract you from your task. 

“Daddy, stop! I have to get everything ready before she arrives!” Ari tsks and pushes you onto the bed, face first. 

“How long ‘til you learn you can’t tell me what to do, huh, sweetheart? Mom’s out, and I’m hungry.” 

“W-wait-” Your protests are futile as he shoves your skirt up your hips, sharply pulling at your silky panties. The fabric is stretched and yanked until it gives in and rips in two. “Hey! Those were a really nice pair!” Your complaints muffle against the mattress as he pushes you down. 

“You have plenty of panties, honey. I bought you a whole wardrobe.” 

“But those are all lacy and scratchy! I don’t like-” An unexpected quick spank snaps onto your soft skin. You yelp and attempt to squirm away from him, but his hold on you is too tight. 

His gruff voice seethes through clenched teeth, “Stop being a whiny baby.” Another hit pricks your other cheek, spreading warmth up your body. “Be grateful you have such a generous daddy that lets you wear panties in the first place…You’re lucky I’ve been craving you all day.” 

He doesn’t warn you when he dips down to lick a broad stripe against your leaking cunt, flicking softly against your clit. You cry into the half-made bed, arching your back to push yourself against his mouth. His groan echos throughout your bedroom, warm breath hitting your most sensitive area. “Always so sweet for me, baby.” 

Your thighs attempt to tense together from his words, but they’re stopped by his large hands gripping to keep you spread out. You’re already worked up into a frenzy. He parts your lips with his thumb, getting a good look at the glistening slick that coats your tight cunt. 

You feel his beard trail against the back of your upper thigh, brushing and teasing at your skin. You mentally prepare yourself for his favorite pass time: edging. 

These escapades have always been a game for him. Whenever your mom leaves the house, he pushes your body to the limit, taking advantage of your time alone. He needs to watch you fall apart for him. Craves to stretch out every moment and watch your body tremble for him as he teases you to tears. 

And you crave it too. You love the constant attention and gifts Ari showers you with, but sometimes it’s too much. Sometimes, he wants more than you can give. And he’ll take and take until there’s nothing left. 

Since you met him, you’ve known Ari held a darker side. From the way he makes sure to glance at you when he kisses your mother, to the times he shamelessly cums to the sounds of your sobs as hot tears stream down your face. He needs control over you. And he’s not afraid to show it. 

Your foggy thoughts are interrupted by a familiar ringtone blaring from your bedside table. You instantly struggle to push against Ari’s body, urgently trying to get to your phone. After some resistance, he surprisingly lets you go, silently watching as you crawl away from him. 

You speedily reach out your hand to grab onto the vibrating device, sitting yourself up while trying to ignore the tingling that remains from Ari’s indulgence. You quickly answer the phone, sheepishly taking a peek at Ari’s face. His expression is one of glowering frustration. You’ll probably have to make it up to him later.

“Hello?”

“Hi! I just picked up my bag from baggage claim, so I’ll be there in, like, 45?” You squeal into the phone with excitement, completely unaware of the way Ari’s adjusting himself through his sweats. 

“Oh my gosh, I can’t wait! I’m getting stuff ready as we speak!” Your childhood best friend, Lila, is finally visiting from your hometown. You moved away halfway through high school for your mom’s job, and much to your disappointment, you’ve only been able to see her during school breaks. This is the first time she’s coming to visit you. 

“Aw, you don’t have to do anything crazy, it’s just me.”

“It’ll be your first impression of our new place! We’ve gotta make it count!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll see you soon babes.” 

“Ok, bye, love you!” 

You feel your hair brush against the length of your neck as it’s pushed over your shoulder. The bed dips closer to you as plush lips are pressed against the edge of your jaw, followed by small ticklish nips. You let out a faint sigh, unconsciously tipping your head to the side to give him more access. 

A warm hand drifts up your waist and down your arm, snatching the phone out of your hand before you can end the call. Ari blindly turns it off and pushes his body against yours. Your eyes flutter when you feel his palm rub against your thighs, pushing up and under your skirt, but before he could get too far, you gently push him away, nudging his hands off you. 

“Ok, Ari, stop. I really gotta finish what I started!” He pulls at your wrist, and tugs you closer, guiding your hand to press against his hard cock. 

“Why don’t you finish this first?” His low, dreamy voice is really tempting, but you draw back, shaking your head. You feel very responsible, resisting him to finish cleaning up. 

“Lila will be here in less than an hour. I really can’t right now.” Clean pillows, sheets, and blankets are scattered on the floor, waiting for you to fix them on your bed. You stand up, diligently fluffing a large pillow before placing it neatly against your headboard.

“And what am I supposed to do about this, huh?” He’s shamelessly gripping himself over his clothes, eyes half-lidded as he watches you bend over to organize your bedspread. You’re still bare under your skirt. 

“Take a cold shower? I don’t know.” You attempt to send him an apologetic smile, but he’s out your door without another word, letting out an audible frustrated sigh. You roll your eyes at his childish tantrum and return to the task at hand, finally able to work for 5 minutes without a large man trying to feel you up. 

You didn’t anticipate that cleaning would take this long. By the time Lila arrives, the doorbell is muffled by the sound of your vacuuming, making Ari greet the guest in your place. 

It’s only when he calls from downstairs that you realize she’d arrived. You’re practically buzzing as you promptly put away your cleaning supplies and speedwalk to the stairs. 

You’re nearly down the creaky wood steps when you see her at the door, accompanied by Ari. He decided to change into a tight white tee and fitted jeans, showing off his broad shoulders and thick biceps. He must’ve listened to your shower suggestion because his hair is still a little damp at his shoulders.

You try to keep your eyes off him, not wanting to raise any suspicion from the girl who knows you like the back of her hand. 

Ari is leaning against the door frame, casually conversing with Lila, showing off one of his signature charming smiles. She speaks quietly only responding to him with short phrases. 

Your arrival is announced by the noisy stairs pulling them from their conversation. Ari runs his fingers through his hair as he innocently smiles at you. “Finally, she’s been waiting here for a while.” 

“Oh, sorry! I was just vacuuming up there.” 

“Don’t worry about it.” She smiles before opening her arms wide, seeking a big hug from you. You don’t hesitate to jump into her arms, squeezing her until she dramatically acts like she can’t breathe. “Sometimes I forget how intense your hugs are.” She chuckles, pulling you in for one more squeeze. 

“Please, come in!” You pull at her wrist, leading her through the entranceway.  “I’ll give you a tour of the place before dinner”

Ari steps in behind you and shuts the door. “Here, let me take that up for you.” He lightly takes a hold of Lila’s suitcase, accidentally brushing against the top of her hand in the process. 

“Um, okay, thank you.” Lila pulls her hand back in surprise, a blush pricking the tops of her cheeks. Ari winks at you as he walks to the stairs, leaving the two of you alone. The steps of the staircase groan as Ari makes his way upstairs, effortlessly carrying the suitcase in one hand. 

Lila turns back to you, widening her eyes while discreetly motioning towards him. You almost laugh at the exasperated look on her face. You pretend to be confused at her insinuating look.  

“So that’s Ari?” She whispers as soon as he’s out of sight, sending you a suggestive smile. You told her about your new stepdad, but she’s never met him until today. You nod, trying to keep any strong expression off your face. “Dude, why didn’t you tell me how hot he is?”

“Cuz he’s my stepdad?!” 

“Have you ever tried to make any moves? I mean… If I were you I know I would.” Her eyebrows wiggle teasingly.

You scoff out like it’s the most outrageous idea you’ve ever heard. “Ugh, really?” You scrunch your face in disgust, “He’s, like, super old.” 

She shrugs with a smile, clearly unbothered by the age difference. “Well, are you looking for a step-step-mom?” Your face drops into a deep frown, your stomach tightening at the thought of Ari with another girl. “Aw, m’just teasing…Or am I?” You roll your eyes, but a small smile still manages to perk up against your lips. 

“Ok, ok, enough about Ari, let me show you around.” 

You energetically drag her around the house, showing her the upgraded appliances and overpriced furniture that Ari insists on having because, apparently, he has a bottomless bank account. “Damn, a curved tv? What the hell does he do for a living?” 

“Uh…” You never actually figured that out. You’ve asked, but somehow the subject always changes before you can get a straight answer out of him. “...Business things, I think? I’m actually not too sure.” She nods slowly.

“Ok…sure, that’s normal. I mean, it doesn’t really matter when he’s hot and rich-”

“-and old.” You add.

She shrugs, staring through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the pool in the backyard. “He could be in the mafia and I’d still be on my knees.” Before you could respond to her, Ari calls you two for dinner from the kitchen. “And he cooks too? You lucky lady!” 

“Ok, lovebird, let’s just eat.” You chuckle, pulling her towards the dining room. 

The table is neatly set with salad, steaming roasted vegetables, and grilled chicken. Ari’s always one to impress. Three grey placemats lay at the end of the table, one sitting on either side of Ari’s usual spot.  He walks in from the kitchen, placing a bowl of rice in the middle of the table. 

“This looks great, Mr. Levinson!” 

He sends her a bashful smile, “Please, this is nothing, just a simple meal. And feel free to call me Ari, honey.” He winks before heading back to the kitchen to bring plates and cutlery. 

“Ok…Ari.” He’s already out of the room as she quietly says it, giddy at his attention. You shake your head, amused at the way she melts for him. Ari is such a tease, always ready to butter up anyone around, loving the attention and admiration he can garner from others. Obviously, it’s working wonders on your best friend.

“Don’t get your hopes up. He’s like this to everyone.” 

“Mhm, sure...” 

You take a seat to the right of his, where you usually sit, taking in the wonderful smell of the food. You’ll never get over the delicious homemade meals he cooks up. Lila sits across from you, attentively waiting as he brings in the porcelain dishes. 

You can barely eat with all the stories you’ve been saving up to tell her, blabbing about your new school, the neighborhood drama, and the nearby interactive art museum that you need to visit while she’s here.

Lila is glaringly distracted as you’re telling her about a scandal at school between a senior and a teacher. Ari acts like he’s politely listening, but you can tell he’s distracted too. She is stealing shy glances at him every so often, clearly not taking in a single thing you’re saying. Annoyingly, Ari encourages her behavior by sending looks right back, cockily accepting her longing gaze. 

A pout rises to your lips, suddenly less excited about what you were talking about. They finished their food while you were having your one-sided conversation, leaving you to pick around at your plate alone. You let Ari take over the discussions as you take small bites of food. 

“So how’s school?”

“Really good. I’m actually acing every class, so all I need to worry about is the SATs now!” Lila shyly grins up at him, an expectant look on her face like she’s waiting for an ounce of his praise. Of course, Ari is not one to disappoint.

“Ah, that’s a good girl.” Pink blooms up her neck at the nickname as she flutters her lashes. “This one,” He nods over to you. “Needs to focus more on her studies.” He takes a sip of red wine, taking in your scrunched-up face. 

Lila nods, giggling along, “Been that way since we met in middle school.” You let out a disapproving hum at their criticisms. 

“But I’m doing pretty good this year!”

“Yes, pretty good, but you could always do better, sweetheart.” 

“Whatever…” You cross your arms against yourself, not used to this side of Ari. You can’t take the weird tension in the air as you look between them, you’re starting to feel like you’re third wheeling. Your half-full plate stares up at you, but you’ve lost your appetite. 

You abruptly push your chair away from the table and stand up. “I’m done, let’s go upstairs.” 

“Oh, ok. Uh, Thank you for dinner, A-Ari.” 

“S’my pleasure, honey.” He rises to take care of the plates as the two of you make your way to the room you’ll be sharing. 

—

The sheets pull and bunch next to you as Lila restlessly tries to find a comfortable position. You’ve been in and out of sleep, but she’s been rolling around for, what feels like an hour.

She huffs out a breath before finally deciding to sit up. She pushes the covers off of her as you slowly push yourself to sit next to her. You stretch to turn on a lamp on the table next to you, setting it to its dimmest setting. Taking a glance at the clock, you see it’s already 12:15 am. 

“Can’t sleep?” 

“Yeah, I think I just need some water.”

“D’you know where the cups are?” She hums, stretching as she stands up before flattening down her wrinkled nightgown.

“I think so, but I can figure it out if I don’t.” You nod and watch her slowly pad out of your room, gently closing the door behind her. The faint sound of the stairs creaking follows her as she descends. 

You want to stay up until she returns, missing the sleepover tradition where you’d talk all night until one of you falls asleep. You set yourself up to fight off sleep, staring at the posters taped on your walls to keep yourself busy. Blinking, you realize you’ve been zoned out for a while. You glance back at the clock, it’s already been 15 minutes. 

How long does it take for someone to get water? Maybe she decided to have a late-night meal?

You reluctantly leave the comfort of your bed and quietly tiptoe out of your room. Ari’s door is closed so he’s probably already asleep. You make sure to strategically walk down the side of the stairs to minimize the noise, not wanting to wake him up. The hallway glows from the lights of the kitchen area. 

Instead of the expected clicking noises of someone eating, you are greeted with intense heavy breaths and the wet smacking of lips. You freeze once you realize what’s happening. Your legs weaken as you sneak closer to the entrance, your body was partially hidden by a wall. 

You spot an abandoned glass of water sitting across from Lila who is facing away from you. She’s on the island counter with Ari who stands between her thighs, a hand secured around her throat. Despite being fully dressed, their hips fluidly push against each other. It’s obvious what’s happening. 

Her fingers slowly comb through his hair before lightly tugging at the ends as he nips at her jaw, planting red bruises along the edge of it. A breath is caught in your throat as you watch them with wide eyes. A burning sensation sparks at the back of your throat. 

A quiet whimper vibrates from her chest when he sucks at a particular spot under her ear. Ari tsks as he pulls away from her, giving her a disapproving glare. He places a hand on her mouth to muffle out any noises before continuing to slowly fuck into her. 

You can tell their eyes are locked together because you’re familiar with the look he’s giving her now. You’ve always loved the way he attentively stares into your eyes, showing how eager he is to soak in every one of your reactions as he fucks you dumb.  Your eyes sting as hot tears blur your vision. You want to look away but you can’t.

You feel your stomach sour as you watch him push the fabric of her nightgown up her thighs so he can see where they’re connected. His eyes are half-lidded as he gazes appreciatively at the mess around his cock. His fingers grip bruises onto her legs, tattooing his marks onto her. You painfully clunch your bottom lip between your teeth as you try to keep yourself together.

A quick inhale draws your attention back up to his face. You almost back away when you see him staring right back at you, his hips continue to push against her without a stutter. His hand drops from Lila’s face, letting her unmuffled whines bounce against the white walls of the kitchen. You know he’s doing it just to torment you. 

You shake your head, glazed eyes begging him to stop.  Ari tilts his head as he watches you, taking in your reaction. 

Instead of stopping, he glides his arms down to hold her waist, controlling her body to meet his thrusts and pushing himself as deep as he can go. The soft sound of wet slapping travels through the house.

She lets out a high-pitched hum when he grinds himself against her clit, sparking overwhelming pleasure up her spine. A proud smirk sits on his face when he spots how your tears leave dark splotches onto the grey t-shirt you stole from his closet. 

“Maybe you should’ve let me finish earlier.” He shrugs, voice booming through the relatively silent house, speaking in a casual tone. You freeze, watching as Lila’s body tenses in surprise, completely unaware of your presence until now.  

“Shit!” She gasps out, trying to pull away from Ari, but he holds her still, replacing a hand onto her mouth to keep her quiet. 

“What the fuck, Ari?” You finally whisper out, your tightened throat makes your voice crack. You don’t have enough energy to truly yell at him, no matter how hurt you are. 

More tears unintentionally spill down your cheeks as you step away from the wall and reveal yourself against the warm glow of the island lights. Lila’s voice is muffled as she tries to resist him and look over at you, but her efforts are futile against his strength. Neither of you pay any mind to her.

“Aw, don’t be such a crybaby, honey. Sharing is caring, ain’t that right?” He coos at you like he’s talking to a toddler. Your hands clench at the bottom of your shirt, wringing the fabric tightly in your fists. You sniffle lightly, brushing away teardrops that persist on your skin. 

“But why her, daddy? S-she’s my best friend!” Lila is still pressed against him, frozen as she’s forced to watch the interaction. Now she knows, you’ve been fucking your stepdad. 

“Well, if I can’t have my baby, I need to look for another tight cunt to fill.” He pushes himself deeper into Lila, keeping his eyes on yours as he forces an involuntary moan out of her. “Plus, she was begging for it.” 

Your legs unconsciously squeeze together, knowing exactly what she’s feeling right now. Ari notices and chuckles condescendingly at your actions. “Didn’t realize how much of a slut you are. You like watching, don’t you baby?” 

If anything, you’re mostly upset about the way your body reacts to Ari fucking another girl. You need to actively fight against your lust-blown brain and slick-drenched panties or you’ll end up under him like nothing happened

You shake your head, frown deepening. “S-stop, Ari! I’ve learned my lesson, just please stop!” 

Your begging only seems to encourage him to fuck her faster. “Not until I fill this pussy to the brim. Be a good girl for daddy and quietly watch from over here, hm?” He nods at the floor below him, speaking through clenched teeth. 

He focuses on ramming right against her g-spot, making Lila’s eyes roll to the back of her head. Her arms unconsciously grab at his back to pull him closer. Your cunt flutters as you imagine him fucking you like that, knowing how thick he feels inside of you. 

He looks at your figure expectantly, impatiently waiting for you with bored eyes.

You can’t believe you’re about to do this, but you hesitantly give in, dragging your feet shamefully toward them, sitting yourself at his feet to look up at him. You place your hands neatly on your lap, not knowing what you’re supposed to be doing. 

His hair falls over his eyes as he looks down at you, body continuing to move fluidly against hers. He takes in how you patiently kneel for him, throbbing at the thought of your obedience, realizing you’d let him do anything he wants to you. Ari has never seen anything more perfect than his girl staring up at him with cried-out eyes.

You watch as his perfect cock slides into her, slick dripping down to the kitchen tiles, just nearly missing the tops of your knees. You squeeze your legs together, trying to refrain from touching yourself to the image. Lila’s legs tremble around his waist, her chest heaving with gasps and moans. He decides that he prefers your sobs over her moans 

Ari stares down at your squirming body, gripping at Lila’s skin, wishing it were yours. He brings a hand down to rub against her clit, needing to feel her cunt flutter around his cock as you innocently gaze up at him through your lashes. 

His hips cant forward as he feels her tighten around him, pulling him in as she starts to shake through her orgasm.

“F-fuck, daddy!” Lila squeals out before feeling a sudden pressure around her neck. She’s instantly silenced by the man inside her. 

“I’m not your daddy, sweetheart,” He grunts out, thrusting sharply into her with a punishing pace. She’s forced to take everything he’s giving her while still coming down from her high. “That name is reserved for the angel sitting next to me.”

You fight down a proud smile, reminding yourself of your position. You honestly feel quite pathetic sitting here, watching your married lover fuck your best friend, but the feeling somehow adds to the fire inside of you. It’s disgustingly intoxicating. 

Ari’s thrusts falter when he sees the dreamy look gracing your face as you watch him, heat traveling up his body as he’s pushed to the edge. His cock twitches, but he pulls out before he could spill inside of her. 

“Come’ere and open your mouth, baby” He breathes out, turning toward you. You yieldingly follow his directions, even sticking out your tongue as he squeezes himself right in front of you. “Good girl…” Your eyes are closed as warm spurts hit your lips and drip down your chin. 

You missed his taste, but as you reach up to flick your tongue against the sensitive head, you realize he’s been corrupted by Lila. Her slick makes you pull back with a pout as you wipe your mouth of any evidence of him. 

You stand to leave, needing a second to think about what just happened, but your actions are stopped by a hand grabbing your arm. You’re pulled into Ari’s arms, a warm hand comes up to cradle your jaw as he stares deep into your eyes, giving you the same look he always does. He leans in to plant sweet kisses on your lips, breathing in your scent like it comforts him. 

But you resist him, pushing against his chest before backing away from him slowly, blocking out how he watches you with sad eyes. You forgot Lila’s still there until you hear her whisper your name. Your chest rises rapidly as you stutter out breaths, looking between her and Ari, finally taking in what happened. 

“I-I need to think.” You rush out of the kitchen, needing to be as far away from them as possible. 

[toastedkiwi]

Dad

Summary: it’s Chris’s birthday and you got him something very special.

Pairing: Stepdad!Chris Evans x Stepdaughter!Reader

“Hey, I thought I said no presents,” Chris said as you come out to the patio with your mom behind you and a nicely wrapped box in hand.

“Who the fuck said it was for you?” You sassed.

You get smacked upside the head and receive a chorus of “language.” Chris laughs at you of course.

“Fine, be that way. I’ll just take my present back, Dad,” you said looking at Chris.

“No! Gimme! Gimme!” he said making grabby hands at you.

He gets smacked upside the head and his mother asked, “where’s your manners?”

You laughed at his expense along with many others that have gathered for Chris’s birthday. It’s just his side of the family.

“Please?!” Chris said as you come up to him.

You hand him his present and he smiles.

“Thank you, bubs,” he said.

“You’re welcome,” you said still standing next to him.

“Why are you filming, Scott?” Chris asked.

“Just shut your face and open your present,” Scott said.

“Ya know, it’s my birthday,” Chris said.

“Yes, I fuckin’ do. Just open it!” Scott said.

“Asshole— wait, is it a fuckin’ snake again, Y/n?!” Chris asked looking at you.

“You’ll just have to open it and find out,” you said with a mischievous smirk.

Chris grabs your wrist and pulls you into his lap. There’s more laughter from everyone. You just look at your mother who’s shaking her head.

“Are you seriously using your wife’s kid as a shield?” Shanna asked.

“Yes,” Chris smiles.

“Asshole,” you muttered.

“Love you too,” he whispered softly and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

Chris finally starts pulling off the wrapping.

“Oooooo, new shoes?” Chris said seeing the shoe box.

“I want some new shoes!” Ryan, your four year old half-brother, said running out into the background.

“We bought you some last week, Ry,” Chris said as your mom puts Ryan into her lap.

“Oh, I remember now!” Ryan exclaimed.

Chris chuckles and opens the shoe box up to find pink tissue paper. He pulls out the tissue paper to find some papers with typed words on them. He pulls them out and starts reading.

“What does it say?” Scott asked.

“It says to “shut the fuck up and let me read”,” Chris said as Ryan gasped at his dad’s words

“Yeah, let the old fart read, Uncle Scottie,” you sassed.

Chris is quick to put a hand over your mouth and keep his eyes to the pieces of paper. His eyes start to water and he bites his bottom lip.

“Oh my god,” Chris said.

He pulls your legs over his and wraps his arms around you tightly. You hug him back.

“You really want me to be your dad?” He asked you quietly.

“You already are my dad. This just makes it legal,” you said teary eyed.

“Bubba,” he whispered.

“We also changed my last name to Evans,” you said.

“Really?” He asked.

You nod your head. It obviously had to happen. Chris has always been there since you were six years old. Your dad left when you were just two. He wanted nothing to do with you or your mom anymore. But then Chris came along and you had a dad. Soon they got married and had your little brother who’s a little weasel. And Chris has done any and everything to make sure that you’re included and his kid even though you aren’t biologically his. You couldn’t have asked for a better dad.

“Fucking shit, you’re making me cry, Munchkin,” Chris said wiping away his tears.

“Language!” Ryan yelled.

“I’m sorry, Ryan,” Chris said still holding you tightly.

“You should be,” the four year old sassed.

Chris just smiles knowing he’s the major contributor to all the sass both his kids have. You’re Evans after all.

[cloudystevie]

step dad! ransom making you give him a thigh-job (send tweet)

pairing || stepdad! ransom drysdale x reader

word count || 2012

warnings || stepcest, pussy job, dumbification, slight anal, degradation, daddy kink, ddlg undertones, cheating

18+ MINORS DNI DO NOT REPOST OR TRANSLATE MY WORK ANYWHERE

stepdad! ransom is now officially a thing on this blog and idc how depraved it is😊🙏

It has been exactly 6 days and 3 hours since you and Ransom had… engaged in less than acceptable activity. But in all those 147 hours, give or take, all you’ve thought about was Ransom. Despite having engaged in those less than acceptable activities with him, it felt like the tangible tension was even higher than before.

When passing in the halls, regardless of the expansive space for both of you to easily move past one another, he insists on pressing right up against you, big hands falling on your waist and breath fanning dangerously close to the sweet spot on your ear, before he winked at you and walked away. Every. Single. Time.

When you wake up in the mornings, opting to sleep in as minimal clothing as possible due to the excessive heat, you stroll downstairs only to find Ransom in all his sweaty shirtless glory, gulping down his protein shake, Adam's apple bobbing with each movement. You can’t even get your morning iced coffee without dripping down your legs.

Needless to say, you have been very, very restless.

And incredibly frustrated as to why he was not making a move despite obviously teasing you this whole week. Your first solution to combat your sudden high sex drive was to use the toy he had used on you. But, no matter how high you made the vibrations, anything you fantasized about, it was never satisfying now that you had your fantasies come to life.

It’s another late night, nearing 1 am as you huff and roll out of bed, on your way downstairs to the kitchen to get a glass of water and something to satisfy your grumbling stomach. As you walk down the stairs, you see the large flat screen TV light illuminating the dark living area. Your mother was out on a ‘business trip’ yet again which meant Ransom was down here either already fast asleep or fully awake and able to fall prey to your teasing.

If he was not going to make a move, you were. And you just hope the sequence of events falls exactly how you hope.

You try to peek over the sofa to get a sense of whether he’s awake or not and when he rolls his shoulders and relaxes back into the couch you smile to yourself.

You needed attention, and you needed to think quickly.

Filling up your glass of water, successfully grabbing his attention without directly looking at him you mentally pat yourself on the back. From your peripheral vision you can see him getting up and walking over to your place in the kitchen, how was this all falling into place so easily?

“What are you doing up so late?” His voice disturbs the silence in the room and you jolt, dropping the glass of water making it shatter and a small amount of water seep over the wooden floors. You gasp as his arm wraps around your waist, and he easily places you on the marble island, the cool surface touching the back of your warm thighs was just slightly uncomfortable, but anything to see Ransom’s back muscles moving swiftly.

This could not have been executed any more perfectly.

“You scared me!” You whisper yell, making him shake his head, “At least lemme clean it up.” You attempt to get off the counter, feet just about to touch the ground before he’s tutting and placing you back up on the counter, nose mere centimeters from yours and you can smell the masculine cigar and whiskey making your stomach clench. His deep voice grumbles and caresses your senses, consuming you, “You already made enough of a mess, don’t need you slicing up your feet.”

Biting your lip you hope your fluttering lashes paint a picture of innocence and with the way his nostrils and flare and jaw clenches you know you’ve completed yet another stage all within a few minutes.

He backs away and grabs the broom and you sigh, playfully swinging your legs back and forth as you shamelessly gawk at him. “Where’s my mom.” You ask, playing clueless only to watch his jaw clench yet again, he was hot when he did that.

“Fucking Bucky.” He replies bluntly.

You watch as he finishes up, dumping the glass into the trash can and wiping the floor clean of the water.

“And what are you doing?”

His head snaps toward you, and his eyes are laced with the emotion from the afternoon by the pool, and you’re honestly surprised he fell into your trap so easily, if a little bit of your honey pouted lips and fluttery eyelashes was all it took you wouldn’t have waited this long to get what you wanted.

Yet, he doesn’t respond. The silence in the room gets unbearably loud as the palpable tension nearly reaches its breaking point.

Then it does.

“Why aren’t you fucking me right now?” Your voice is sweet despite the lewd words. You barely have time to process his single stride crossing the space between you and him and the way his thick fingers wrap around the back of your neck, pulling you into him, “You think your tight little cunt can take my big cock? Hmm? Think a little baby like you can handle someone like me?” His words are laced with venom, though it does nothing to quell the ache in between your thighs as you shamelessly moan, attempting to grind your hips into his, to no avail.

“Please daddy! I can’t stop thinking about your cock! I don’t care how much it hurts I need you to fuck me!” You mewl.

A grunt escapes his lips and it seems he’s barely hanging on to his last threads of control. His hand tightens around your neck and your hands scramble to grasp his wrist, the soft light deepening the defined shadows of his face. “I said no you dumb little baby. It’s not gonna fit. Stop acting like a slut.” He spits but you don’t listen, your desire overtaking your self-respect.

“Please daddy don’t you wanna fuck my tight pussy? Don’t you wanna stretch me open and make me cry? Look at how wet I am daddy please your pussy needs you so bad!” You dip your hand down the waistband of your silk pajama shorts, whimpering at the touch of your fingers exploring your wetness before sliding your hand back up, your slick glistening in the low light and coating your fingers. You're about to bring your fingers up to your mouth before he captures your wrist in a swift motion, muttering something unintelligible under his breath and sniffing your scent.

You can see the tent in his boxers growing and you bite your lip. He brings your fingers into his mouth and sucks off your essence, and you watch in awe.

It seems his restraint finally snaps as he lets go of your neck and rips your shorts off into two clean shreds, making you gasp, “Those were my favourite!”

He ignores you, wrapping his hand around your thighs and pulling you closer to the edge of the island, staring at your glistening folds as you desperately attempt to find any friction for your swollen clit. His hand swiftly comes down to slap your pussy making you cry out, he smirks and does it again and again and again until you are leaking over the counter and coating your thighs with arousal. “Daddy! Please! Just fuck me already I can’t wait!” You plead.

“Greedy little slut hmm. You want my cock? Fucking take it out then.”

You happily comply, hands flying to pull down his briefs to display his large erection slapping against his bare stomach, tip leaking with pre-cum and the veins even more prominent now. You ache to have him in your mouth. You try to wrap your hands around him but he swats you away making you whine and huff. “Daddy give me your cock!”

“Shut the fuck up, you think you can disrespect me like that? I’m your daddy, stupid girl. Don’t make me take you over my fucking knee.”

So you try a different approach, “Please daddy? I’ve been so good haven’t I? Your little pussy has been waiting all week for you to fuck her! Please I’m sorry I just can’t wait anymore!”

He smirks, sliding the head of his cock on your wetness, abs tensing when he prods the head of his cock against your tight hole, there’s no way he would fit in there, yet. “Oh poor little pussy just waiting to be used by daddy. Too bad daddy doesn’t want to split this little cunt in half before I do even half of the things I’ve been thinking about.”

He continues to rub his cock on your wetness, cherishing your cries and pants. He takes pity on you, you’re just too sweet not to.

“You wanna let daddy use his pussy?”

You nod your head quickly, getting even wetter at the prospect of his cock stretching you open. “I’m not gonna fuck you, yet, since you’re so fucking desperate to please me, you’re gonna give me a pussy job.” He smirks.

You whimper as he begins to slide his cock against you with more purpose, “W-what’s a pussyjob daddy?” You question, you weren’t entirely inexperienced but you also were mostly innocent when it came to sexual stuff.

He laughs at you, cooing and wrapping his hand around your jaw, “Oh stupid baby, you’re such a slut but you don’t even know what you’re begging for hmm? It’s okay, your daddy is gonna teach you now. A pussyjob is when horny little girls with tight cunts can’t get fucked but they need to be used, so they get rubbed on like cheap fucking sluts.”

You whine, panting and sticking your tongue out subconsciously, his words making your brain melt as you succumb to the delightful fuzzy feeling and all you can feel is the heavy weight of him against you. His balls slapping against your even tighter hole and you mewl even louder at the idea of him trying to fit inside there.

It’s like Ransom knows what you’re thinking because he pushes his thumb into his mouth before bringing it down to your tighter hole, just pressing there and you jolt at the pressure, “Fucking slut, can’t take me in your pussy but you want me in your ass? Don’t cry when I force myself inside you then little girl.”

The tip of his cock nudges your swollen clit over and over making high pitched hngh’s fall from your parted lips. “P-please daddy I needa cum! Needa cum so bad!” His cock slides over to the bottom of your stomach, his head falling back as he grunts, grip tightening on your thighs.

“I don’t know slut, do filthy sluts like you deserve to cum? After you forced yourself on me?”

You sob, eyes clenched shut, “Please I’m so sorry daddy needed you so badly needed your cock please let me cum please!”

He speeds up, balls slapping against your ass with more ferocity as he twitches against you, “You think I don’t know what you’ve been trying to do all fucking week? You know how hard it’s been to ignore you while you prance around in your slutty little clothes? You need attention from your step-daddy that fucking bad you depraved little cunt?”

You squeal, your orgasm washing over you suddenly making your whole body shake, squirting all over him as he grunts, covering your stomach and pussy in his spend. He groans your name as you chant his title, hands scrambling to grab hold of anything while he holds your quivering body in place.

He recovers much quicker than you do, smirking at your stomach and pussy marked with him. He feels a bloom in his chest, a territorial feeling inside him, needing to take control of you. He takes in the sight of you, slumped against his chest now, orgasm making your mind fuzzy.

Your step-dad still had so much to teach you.

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Requested: Yes or No

Summary: Chris comes home to his wife every day. His relationship is falling apart, and he knows this too. But on the bright side, Chris has his stepson who clearly has the perfect role to give Chris the pleasure he desires.

Pairing: Stepdad!Chris Evans x Stepson!Male Reader 

Word count: 2.8k+ // all mistakes I own

Warnings: +18, Smut, Fluff, unprotected sex, age gap (reader is 18 & Chris is 40), forbidden relationship (stepdad x stepson), manhandling, breeding, affair with stepson, Dom Chris, size kink, cheating, failing relationship (between Chris & your mom), praising, blowjob, creampie, mature themes. 

A/N: Okay, first stepdad fic for any character/person I have written. I hope I fulfilled your desires with this fic. Other than that, I have nothing else to say. Enjoy my loves !! Reblogs and comments are appreciated💙!!

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YOU made your way to the wooden material front door that belonged to your nice modern family shared home. Well, can you really call it a family when your stepdad, Chris Evans, and your mom are fighting? 

See, on one drunken terrible night — your father had gotten himself caught in a — rather extreme — police chase. The car had collided into the front-rear of his car and the last living thing he saw was the drunk man. Tragic right? 

When you and your mom heard a knock on the door that night, there was a police officer who had to break the devasting news. All your mother could feel was hard, stone-cold pain. That pain that ran through her veins was unutterable. 

All you were able to do was let out a muffled sound and run into your bedroom. You haven’t gone to school in about a week, dealing with your fathers’ death. The word had eventually gone around, and let’s just say people were spreading false information of that night. 

It hurt, hurt like fucking hell. But what were you supposed to do? Land a hard jab to someone’s throat? Yeah no. You had to deal with all of the rumors of your dad’s death. It sent anger you never thought you had through your trembling body.

Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes turned into hours. Hours turned into days. Days turned into months. Months turned into years. It’s been years since your dad’s death and years since your mom met someone new. 

Someone she claimed she had loved. Of course, your stepfather had to be the all-knowing Chris fucking Evans. You had hated him at first. The feeling of seeing him kissing the lips your father used to kiss. Obviously, your mother had moved on. 

But you? You haven’t even thought about moving on. That was until Chris had protected you on social media. ‘Maybe he isn’t all that bad’ You had thought when he had caused the trusting action. Now, you had — somewhat — gotten more comfortable with the Bostonian man. 

Chris had gained your trust but, you were nervous around him. You didn’t really talk to him unless spoken to. In some way, he would try to make conversation with you. But it always was just a “How was your day?” 

You let out a — loud and heaving — sigh as you opened the front door. You had just come back from school, and you couldn’t thank God enough you were graduating this year and finally leaving that hell. 

You were greeted by the strong scent of your mom’s cooking. You threw the key in the rather — old-fashioned — fruit bowl. “Mom I’m home!” You yelled making sure she knew. “Hey, (y/n)! Can you come in here for a sec?!” 

Making your way to the kitchen, your (e/c) eyed gaze fell onto the wooden floor. Noticing broken glass. Your eyebrows furrowed from confusion as you entered the kitchen, seeing your mom stir the soup. She smiled at you until her gaze fell onto the broken shard of glass. But went immediately back up, 

“Why is there broken glass on the floor?” You asked in a hushed tone. Your mother immediately came up with an excuse, and you believed it. You nodded. “Where’s Chris at?” “He’s at work.” You nodded once again. 

“Oh okay, can you tell me dinner is ready, please?” She let out a small chuckle and nodded her head. You made your way to your most private place ever. Your sweet, sweet, personal bedroom. 

You undressed quickly and felt a sudden urge of needing to clean yourself. You turned the bath on and waited for it to fill with water. You stepped in and suddenly felt your muscles relax and release the unwanted tension. 

-- -- --- --- -- -- 

The door slowly creaked open.

The clock had gone from — time to time — and then it hit 11:30. Chris normally returned to his shared home with his wife and... stepson. He would be on set all day and finally come home to ease his muscles and relax. 

He took his coat off his already warm well-built body. He heard the sound of light music playing from the kitchen. Which he assumed was his wife cooking dinner. He took a quick deep breath before making his way into the kitchen. 

The real reason why Chris is so upset even being near his wife was that he caught her doing something he would have never thought he would see. She was fucking sexting someone. Your mom and Chris always tried to hide the little fights they had from you, not wanting to put any more stress on you. 

“Hi, Chris.” Your mom mumbled. He looked at her with an emotionless expression before reaching into the fridge to grab a beer. “Hello, (Y/M/N).” He stated in an almost blank tone. She sighed and stared at him. “Chris you can’t be mad forever.” She said exhaled. 

Chris looked real fucking annoyed now. His ears and neck turned red from anger. What gives her the fucking right to tell HIM he can’t be mad still. He’s not the one who started sexting another guy.  

“Fucking unbelievable. You know that?” Chris raised his voice a little at the woman standing in front of him. “Chris!” She calmed her nerves down before she let out a shout. Not wanting you to hear them argue. 

“You know, I’m really tired of your shit.” Chris pointed his index finger hard at his... wife. Can he even call her that anymore? She let out a — ragged and uneven — breath before looking at the blue-eyed man in front of her. 

She shook her head slowly before parting her lips, ready to say something. “Can you please just tell (y/n) dinner is ready?” She walked back to the food, making everyone’s plate. Chris nodded slowly before walking upstairs. 

-- -- --- --- -- -- 

You heard a knock. 

“Come in!” You announced the light small knock you heard from the other side of your door. You set your gaze on the now opening door, revealing your stepdad. Chris Evans. 

Chris hugged the door frame with his muscular arms before opening his pink plump lips to say something. “Hey bud, dinner is ready.” He gave you a small smile before leaving your (e/c) eyed gaze. 

You got rid of the — unnoticeable smile — on your face before footing yourself from your bed. You grabbed your phone in your slightly sweaty palms before leaving the bedroom. Closing the door. 

The scent of your mom’s amazing home-cooked meal made its way to your nostrils. You bit your bottom lip, trying to hide the slight smirk that tried making its way to your lips. Your tracks were stopped when you felt an overwhelming type of tension that filled the room. 

Chris looked up from his beer and sat down at the wooden table. Three plates were laid out neatly, filled with the amazing food your mom cooked. You tuned out your thoughts of the tension and took a seat across from both of them. 

The tension was — heavy. 

The scraping of forks hitting the glass plates filled the immense silence in the room. Your mom sighed as she parted her lips to break the silence and tension. “I have an announcement.” Chris and your gaze fell from your food to her stance. 

“As you boys know, I had a meeting about my business. I got news back — good news really. I’ll be going to Paris for about a week for a business trip.” Your smile grew, being proud of your moms’ growing success. 

“That’s amazing mom! I’m happy for you. You deserve it!” You congratulated the woman sitting in front of you. “That’s good to hear sweetheart.” Chris could just throw up, calling the woman ‘sweetheart’ He had too though. He had to make sure you stayed out of this current argument they were going at. 

Even though he wasn’t your biological father, he still cared for you, protected you, hell he even brought you your own car. All he wanted was for you to not stress more about the unhinged drama that was going on. 

Your smile slightly faded, forming into more of an — anxious smile — Since your dear mother would be away, you were going to have to be with the Bostonian man for the whole week. Alone. 

You swallowed a thick lump of spit from the thought. “Well, at least that gives me and (y/n) over here time to get more comfortable with each other.” The blue-eyed man said which took you out of your nervous thoughts. Something you didn’t expect was a wink from him. 

A wink towards you. 

Your body tensed up from the uninviting feeling you were receiving in your stomach. ‘What the hell is he doing to me?’ You puzzled to yourself. Whatever Chris was doing, was working — working really well.

When you finished your plate that was once filled with food, you excused yourself from the dinner table and marched your way back into your bedroom. Sighing and closing your already tired eyes. 

-- -- --- --- -- --

Chris was fucking horny. 

His hormones were all over the place, he couldn’t even think about the last time he actually had the amazing touch of pleasure in his body. Being in the state he is in with his wife; he hasn’t gone to her for pleasure either. 

He just had to control his throbbing cock whenever he had gotten horny or needy. He doubted for a second but — fuck it. He listened for any slight noise that might’ve come out of your room. No noise. Good. 

Chris had concluded you were sound asleep, and his wife was on her business trip, so he didn’t have to worry about her. He pulled his 12-inch-thick veiny cock from his shorts and grabbed the lube from the dresser.

He lubed up his hand and cock before beginning to stroke it slowly. He let out little moans and grunts from the feeling of his hand massaging his egg-sized balls. Something he never thought would happen — fucking happened. 

Instead of imagining his wife’s mouth swallowing his cock whole — he imagined his fucking stepson causing these actions. He knew it was wrong. He knew. He just couldn’t help but imagine hearing your cry as you choked on his dick. 

Chris’s head hit the headboard from feeling his release rushing in soon. He didn’t mean to, but he let out a loud moan from feeling his cock twitch in his sweaty palms. He squinted his blue eyes as his lips parted even more. 

You felt a sudden urge to pee. You stepped out of your room and made your way to the bathroom that was near your mother’s and stepdad’s shared bedroom. As you opened the door slightly, something caught your attention — A noise you would have never thought you would hear ring through your ears. 

Hesitating, you tip-toed your way to Chris’s bedroom. The door was slightly opened ajar which gave you the show of Chris stroking his — what to be assumed 12-inch cock. You felt your hole twitch from excitement. 

Your breathing became heavy, feeling aroused. You palmed yourself through your shorts and let out a mewl. Fuck. Chris had to hear that. He stopped stroking his cock and looked towards the door, seeing his stepson palm his cock. 

He smirked and invited you into the bedroom. “Chris I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to in-invade your —“ Chris had cut you off with words you didn’t expect to leave his parted lips. “Stop talking and come and help me.” It was a demand. 

You walked over to the bed, crawling near his meaty cock that was in your face now. “W-What about my mom? Your wife?” Chris sighed. “Trust me, your mom has done things you don’t know about so think of it as — getting back at her.” 

As soon as you were about to question what she did, Chris ran his — rather big thumb — across your plump wet lips. He nodded to let you know it was okay. You parted your lips and licked his red throbbing tip. 

He moaned at the touch. You then licked his growing vein on his cock before making your way back to his tip. Inch by inch — you took him in your mouth. Your throat opened more, inviting his cock to fuck your dry throat. 

Chris closed his now dark eyes before thrusting his hips into your wet lips. His rough fingers made their way through your (h/c) locks. His egg-sized balls begin to hit your chin that was covered in pre-cum and drool. Just how he imagined it, you were choking and gagging on his huge cock. 

Every moan that escaped from your throat sent thousands of vibrations to the Bostonian man’s cock. His chest starts to grow heavy from his release coming in soon. “F-Fuck just like that baby boy. I-I’m close, keep going!~” He moans out. 

Your muffled loud moan was enough for Chris’s cock to shoot his huge load down your now moistened throat. You take his cock from your lips, which made a ‘pop’ sound. His cock hitting his abdomen. Chris smiled at the state you were in.

Cum and drool painted all over your lips and chin. Chris would be lying if he said that wasn’t the best blowjob he had received. He knows he going to have to make it up for you somehow — and he knows exactly how. 

“You did so good baby boy.” Chris cooed as he grabbed your smaller framed body and laid you down roughly on the bed. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” He asked cautiously — not wanting to hurt this precious angel. 

“Mhmm.” You hummed basically saying yes to the man who was hovering over you. Boy oh boy, was Chris happy but mad at the same time. Happy because he can be rough, but mad because someone already took your virginity. 

He was going to be better than them anyway. 

Chris’s cock was begging for your touch, which he had declined as of now. He brought his fingers in front of your lips. “Can you suck on my fingers for me baby?” You nodded and took his fingers in your mouth, lubing them. 

He ripped his fingers from your lips and began to enter your entrance. “Nghh-- C-Chris~” You moaned louder feeling his fingers move in a scissor motion in your already wet hole. 

“You want my cock baby boy?” Chris groaned from feeling your walls clench around his fingers. You nodded fast needing — no. Wanting his cock to fuck your tight ass.

He pulled his wet fingers from your hole and grabbed his cock in his palms. He entered your hole slowly — inch by inch. His meaty cock was now all the way up to your ass. He guided his dick around, and — boom. 

He heard you moan loudly which told him he found your prostate. His thrust starts to get faster from the feeling of your hole swallowing his cock whole. “T-That’s it, baby boy, you’re doing so good~” 

“Chris-- ah p-please fuck me harder~” You gripped the bedsheets between your fingers from his cock slamming its way in your prostate. “Can y-you-- ah- tell me you’re mine (y/n)?~” His thrust starts to falter from feeling his climax rising. 

“I-I’m yours C-Chris-- all yours~” You feel your cock twitch from the feeling of your release coming in. “Ah-- Chris. I- Nghh-- I’m cumming soon!~ You managed to get out of your shaky breath. 

Chris’s nails dug deeper into your hips as he tightened his hold onto you. He turned you around and slammed his cock up your walls again. “I wanna see y-you cum baby boy~” 

Your chest heaving from the orgasming coming in. “I-I’M CUMMING!~” Your cock shot ropes of cum all over your bare chest. Little moans and mewls escaped your lips from the over-stimulation. 

“Nghh-- baby boy~ I’m gonna breed this ass so good — Fuck. I’m cumming~” Chris’s eyes rolled to the back of his head from the feeling of 15 hot white sticky ropes of cum painting your swollen walls. 

He stayed balls deep inside you for a minute before slowly taking his cock out from your — not so tight anymore — ass. His leftover cum leaking from your hole. He pulled you into his chest and played with your (h/c) locks. 

“I-I love you (y/n).” This took you by surprise as you furrowed your eyebrows and connected your (e/c) gaze onto his blue-eyed gaze. “You do? What about — “ Chris cut you off with a kiss to your lips. 

“I was going to divorce her anyway. She has done some unforgivable things to me and it’s time I cut the line short.” A smile grew on your lips as the Bostonian man’s arms clung to your body more. 

“If you’re sure about this — then I love you too Chris.” 

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event | 5k headcanon party

requested by anon | somnophilia + stepdad andy? congrats on your milestone!

warnings | smut!!. stepcest (soft!dark!stepdad!andy ? reader is asleep so probably.) somnophilia. daddy kink. light fingering.

word count | 388

he’s always the last to go to bed. you’re fast asleep in your room down the hall from the master, which he shares with your mom, who’s also been asleep for about an hour. he “checks in on you” before heading to bed, and finds you laying in just your panties and a tank top, the covers thrown off to the side in your sleep.

he can’t help but stare. he checks his door down the hall, knowing your mother can pretty much sleep through anything. he slips into your room and closes the door behind him.

sitting himself down carefully on the mattress beside you. you’re in a deep sleep, laying on your side with one leg bent up cutely. “my pretty girl,” he murmurs. he reaches out and rubs your knee gently, trying to see if you’ll wake. he knows you’re a heavy sleeper, just like your mom 😈

he gets a little closer, leaning down as he helps ease you onto your back. his big hand running up and down your thigh, inching closer and closer to the lace hem of your panties. the sight of you so innocent and helpless as you sleep has him rock hard and nearly sweating. “it’s okay, princess. daddy’s here, daddy’s gonna take such good care of you.”

he parts your legs, working at a slow pace to avoid waking you. rubs his hand up against your clothed pussy, smiling a bit as you hum softly in your sleep. “my naughty girl,” he whispers, leaning down and kissing your head. “so fucking needy, even in your sleep.” he’s amazed to see you responding so much to him, a wet patch forming beneath his gentle strokes.

he slides your panties to the side, having to hold back a groan as he takes in your perfect petals, just barely visible in the moonlight. “oh honey,” he’s cooing so sympathetically, “look at how wet you are for me. don’t worry. daddy will help you. there,” his finger begins swirling your clit as you whimper and hum so sweetly through your slumber. “such a pretty baby. bet i can get you to cum just like this, huh? you gonna do that for me, sweetheart? gonna cum for daddy in your sleep?”

oh boy 😔👍 this version of stepdad!andy surely does things to me