#stepdad chris evans

[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..."

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[vellicore]

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.”

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[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

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[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?”

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[goldensunflowe-r]

Dark Ari Levinson / Ari Levinson Smut. Part 3

Masterlist

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Stepdad Ari

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[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. 

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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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[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

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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.

#ransom drysdale imagines #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale smut #stepdad! ransom #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader

[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” 😌🫶

#eun's writing #kinktober 2022 #steve rogers #steve rogers smut #dark!steve rogers #stepdad!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers blurb #steve rogers drabble #steve rogers headcanon #captain america #captain america smut #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans smut #captain america fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction

[evankinard]

reading 9-1-1 fics that were clearly written before certain canon events makes everything so much funnier cause they're written with certain details that the authors clearly thought would be unequivocal evidence of romantic buddie and/or bro-ified to make it realistic to canon but then 99% of the time the show will just throw in a scene later that is 1) that exact detail that to anyone else would only make sense if buddie is canon and 2) not overlayed with any no-homo message that could tone it down at ALL.

#this is about me reading a fic and only realizing it was written -s3 cause everyone keeps referring to buck as chris' uncle or godson #and that one fic that tried showing bucks transition to christopher's stepdad when he and eddie get together with him #baking cookies for chris' bake sale #also a bunch of other stuff i cant remember now #911 abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #weewoo brainrot

[onsunnyside]

OMFG SONNY OKAY SO stepdad!ari x naive!inexperienced!stepdaughter and bicep choking😩maybe you’re sat on the couch watching a film and he just comes up behind you putting that arm round your throat while whispering dirty things in your ear🥵🥵

“i see the way you look at me honey, i can smell how wet you are. you gunna let daddy fuck you huh? you want him to play with your little pussy?” fuuUUUUUUUUUCK

it’s summer but for the sake of filth, what does stepdad!ari want for Christmas? 🫠 the answer is you

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | stepdad!Ari Levinson x inexperienced!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | age gap, stepcest, stepdad!ari (he’s a warning), dilf!ari, inexperienced!reader, size difference, smut - minors dni, daddy kink, unprotected sex (p in v), choking (bicep choking), spitting, dirty talk, degradation, dumbification, a pinch of dacryphilia, ruined kink, size kink, overstimulation, mhm balls. implied: pussy spanking, panty stealing. 

𝗪/𝗖 | 1311

P.S.: at the time of writing this, I was only thinking of the image of Ari and combined the prompt with Christmas on the whim, completely randomly. Yes, I know his character is Jewish, and I’m sorry if I offended anyone, it was not my intention. This was just for a fun little party and I wasn’t thinking, please don’t read this if it offends you.

🍆 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The red and green lights are a blur, and the forgotten Christmas movie is still playing on the television, the jolly soundtrack a disgusting contrast to your current sin.

You wetly gasp his name and your nails dig into his skin, but he’s unrelentless. He’s so much bigger than you in both height and mass, a threatening force railing into your body like a hungry beast. Your hand slides between the two of you, pushing him back. 

Ari freezes, heavily breathing against your neck. “If you don’t move your hand, I’m gonna pull out and leave you here.”

Whining, you grasp onto his forearm with both hands. The rocking picks up again, your hips digging into the cushions as pathetic choked whimpers escape your tight throat. Your stepfather flexes, his bicep constricting your airflow and fueling the fire in your tummy. You moan loudly, desperately trying to meet his thrusts, but he’s too much and you’re too fucked out.

“Poor baby, can't even think, huh?” He chuckles lowly, “fuck, can feel you dripping down my balls. Such a filthy whore—letting your stepdad fuck you, soaking my cock like it’s your fuckin job. Who knew you were such a perv?” 

If you could, you’d scoff at the irony of it. After all, he was the one who commented on your dress and sat at the end of the couch in perfect view of your panty-less core. If he sat anywhere else in the living room, he wouldn’t see your bare folds, already wet because he just looked so good in his striped button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. 

Knowing Ari, he’d say something like “would you rather not have me compliment you?” 

Perhaps any other person, but with Ari, you wanted him and all the attention he could offer. Which right now was inappropriate knowing your relationship and his marriage to your mother. 

You know you should feel ashamed, but there isn’t any room for anything other than hot pleasure with Ari’s thick length splitting you open. 

He’s straddling your ass, his pelvis slapping against your flesh with every thrust, sending your juices down your slit onto the couch and his heavy balls. 

“Bad girl, you like being choked? Like how much bigger I am than you, how I can just throw you around wherever I want?” He leans down, gripping the arm of the couch inches from your flushed face. His beard scratches your jaw as he noses your cheek, “like a dumb little doll.” He grunts when you clench around him, sucking his thick cock deeper. 

“That’s it, make a filthy mess for daddy. You’re gonna clean it up later. Suck my cock, clean your stupid mess—” 

“Never done that, uh! Had someone—in my mouth.” 

If possible, Ari gets harder at that, “Daddy’s gonna teach you, don’t worry.” His big hand lands several spanks on your ass, “look at you, ruining your mother’s couch, imagine how disappointed she’ll be.” 

You try to escape his punishment, but he yanks you back onto his cock by your hips, pinning you down with your arms behind your back as you weep into the cushion. 

“Where do you think you’re going, princess? Daddy isn’t done using this cunt.”

Tears stream down your face, “Y-You’re too deep—ah!” You squeal when he falls over you, 

His face is in the crook of your neck, filthy words jumbling in your foggy mind. 

You’re trapped under him, his weight pinning you down, pressing you into the soft cushions. “That’s it, take daddy’s cock. Dumb little baby, you can handle it, can’t you?” He rasps over the lewd wet squelching of your bodies, “you can. Or else you would’ve worn panties.” 

“Didn’t have—any clean ones.” You shudder. 

“Why? Are you giving them away to boys?” 

“N-No!”

Ari hums, “Don’t know if I believe you, sweetheart.” He sits back up and works into you, pounding into your tight cunt, making you slide up the couch until you brace yourself on the arm. 

He spits down, his salvia lands on your puckered hole and trails down to your stretched pussy, joining the cream coating his length. His rough fingers collect your slick, and you jump at the extra sensation, pulsating around his girth. 

He groans gutturally around his digits—and his collection of your dirty panties is forgotten, now that he’s had the real thing, nothing will give the same sick satisfaction. “Have you ever tasted yourself before?” 

You shake your head, or try to at least. Suddenly wet fingers slide deep into your mouth, touching the back of your throat as you gag.

“God, I love that noise. You’re gonna choke on my cock too.” Ari’s balls slam into your swollen clit, still sore from his ‘experimental slaps’ as he called them. You can’t decide if you want him to spank your button again, or keep fucking your guts. 

“I can only imagine how you’ll fit my balls in your mouth, you gonna gag on them too? Get me even more filthy because you’re so fucking small?” 

His hips stutter when you tighten, “you like that? Like when I talk about how tiny you are compared to me?” His assumptions are confirmed when you subtly move against him, hiccuping his name. “Your little cunt can barely take me, you know that? Daddy’s tearing you open, just because you’re a fucking whore desperate for cock. Never been fucked like this, huh?” 

His bulbous tip slams into your spot, forcing your juices out with every ruthless thrust. He takes great pride in your convulses, and the way your fingers pierce the cushion. “Know you haven’t, haven’t been fucked much at all, poor girl. Don’t worry, we’re gonna make up for it.”

Your toes curl in pleasure, thighs trembling under him. You cry out a mantra of daddy, your unexpected high is too powerful and it yanks away your breath. Ari pulls you by the back of your head, extending your neck as you gasp for air. You feel a rush of wetness and almost scream as he drags out your orgasm, it’s so intense it almost hurts—but you love it. 

“That’s my good girl. Daddy loves when you make a mess, means I’m doing something right.” Ari’s hips pick up the pace again, starting with thorough grinds that bleed into hard pumps. The cushion is soaked and your wetness clings to his skin, forming a white ring at the base of his cock, smearing down to his heavy sack. 

Ari stares down where you meet, your puffy folds struggling to take him. “Poor baby, little cunt is quivering.” He tuts, “c’mon, I know you can give me another.”

Your garbled reply is far too cute for your act of betrayal. 

He catches sight of the twinkling lights, the decorated Christmas tree with the Angel on top, staring down at you. The foul satire makes him even more greedy to tear you apart. “You know what I want for Christmas, baby?”

You can’t even manage any words as he fucks you brainless. All your fantasies were crumbs compared to this, the times you’ve woken up wet and bothered over a dirty dream about your stepfather—you thought those fictitious scenarios were obscene. But, reality has proven you terribly wrong. 

You’ve never been happier to be wrong. 

“Want you to be my little fuck doll, daddy’s cock drunk slut. I’m gonna teach you, train you and your little holes so I could use you whenever I want.” He groans, spreading your cheeks to watch his fat length spear you open. Bare, raw, it takes every ounce of control to not fill you up because there is still a Christmas party in fifteen minutes. 

“And, if you’re on the nice list, I’ll give you my cum. Don’t you want daddy’s seed in your pretty cunt, wanna be pumped full until you can’t take anymore?”

#daddy sorry daddy party #tw stepcest #Ari Levinson #ari levinson x reader #Ari Levinson x you #Ari Levinson smut #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson fanfic #Ari Levinson x reader smut #x reader #red sea diving resort #size difference #stepdad!ari levinson #stepdad ari levinson #Chris evans #chris evans x fem!reader #chris evans x reader smut #chris evans fanfiction #Chris evans x reader #Chris evans smut #sonny’s stories #ari levinson x short!reader #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x fem!reader #reader insert #ari levinson x innocent!reader #innocent reader #inexperienced!reader #buckyscase<3

[toastedkiwi]

Chris finding out his fiancé’s kid has a TikTok and has been making logs of shit he’s done. He’s referred to as “the man who fucks my mom” or the more pg version: “the man who shares a bed with my mother.” It’s mostly to make fun of him without mom knowing or getting upset. Chris doesn’t mind as they’ve got a playful butting heads relationship.

#chris evans headcanon #stepdad!chris evans x stepdaughter!reader

[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

#chris evans #chris evans characters #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x wife!reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x you #chris evans fluff #chris evans one shot #chris evans imagine #fluffcember #fluffcember 2023 #christmas #husband!chris evans #dad!chris evans #wife!reader #mom!reader

[runa-falls]

bad dreams

summary: ari comforts you after a nightmare

pairing: stepdad!ari x stepdaughter!reader 

rating: EXPLICIT (18+ only)

warnings: SMUT, stepcest, nightmare (fear of heights, falling, and dying), soft!ari, in parent's bed, tit play, grinding, slight somnophilia, fingering, dirty talk, fondling, guilty!reader

word count: 2.5k

A/N: based on this ask-- sorry this took so long anon! hope this is soft enough for you lmaoo. no. i did not read through it before posting!

likes are nice but comments/reblogs keep me going

masterlist

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You gasp out a breath and hastily push yourself against the headboard, cold sweat pricking at your forehead. The back of your throat burns as you try to hold back a sob, desperately clutching at your fluffy duvet.  

It’s a recurring nightmare: 

It feels so real, the way your muscles ache as you struggle to hang onto the edge of the cliff. How jagged pebbles pierce at your palms as your grip tightens. There’s a warm breeze brushing against your cheek and the sun beats heavily down on your shoulders. 

You’re all alone, hopelessly screaming out into an empty void. You try to avoid looking down, knowing it would ultimately send you to your demise. 

But you always end up looking anyway. 

A zip of energy rushes up your neck as your sweaty palms start to slip against the rough edge of the stone. You scramble to hold on, but your efforts are futile.

You drop. 

And that’s what jolts you awake, the spine-chilling sensation of your free fall to death. Hot tears pour down your cheeks as you recall the disturbing scene, thoroughly wetting the collar of your tank top. Your arms squeeze your shaking legs into your chest, attempting to comfort yourself and push away the memories. 

After taking a few deep breaths, you decide to push your covers off and get out of bed. Your nightmares haven’t been this intense in months, but every time you would have a bad dream, your mom would always be there to soothe your worries. You sniffle, wiping away your tears with the back of your hand. You need her.

You quietly pad out of your room, cautiously shutting the door behind you before facing the pitch-black hallway. You hold out your arms to help navigate your way through the darkness, brushing your fingertips against the wall until you hit a familiar plastic switch. Making sure the adjustable bar is at the lowest setting, you flick on the dimmed lights to lead you towards the door at the end of the hallway.

You slowly crack open the door, wincing as the hinges groan with your movements. “Mom?” You rasp out, throat tight from your crying session. 

The faint glow behind you pours into the dark room, revealing a shifting form on the bed. Ari. He lets out a soft groan as he stirs awake, reacting to your not-so-subtle whisper. Your eyes widen as he sits up. 

His bleary eyes, still draped with sleep, try to focus on your silhouette. He sits there shirtless, unaware of your blushing gaze, with only a sheet covering his body. 

“O-oh sorry…” Your sleep-hazed mind totally forgot your mom was out of town, and that Ari is the only one at home. You want to punch yourself for putting yourself in this situation. 

“No, no, it’s all good.” He rubs his eyes with his fists to wake himself up, “A-are you crying?” His weary, yet empathetic eyes bore into yours, frowning at your distressed state. 

“I, um, just had a bad dream” Your face heats with embarrassment, realizing how childish you look. 

“Aw, honey, I’m sorry. Here,” Ari’s deep voice rumbles through the room as he lifts the covers next to him, inviting you into the bed. “Why don’t you crawl in with me?”  

“Really?”

“If it would help you feel better.” 

At first, you were apprehensive about welcoming your new stepdad into the family. It wasn’t because he was mean or aggressive, he just intimidated you. 

He’s so tall you physically have to crane your neck to keep up a conversation. And it doesn’t help that his ridiculously handsome face is complemented with a lusciously thick beard, a pair of piercing blue eyes, and a deep voice that never fails to make your body tremble. 

He makes you uncomfortable– but in the best way possible. 

Through time, you learned that Ari is a genuinely sweet man. One who isn’t afraid to show how much he cares for you and your mom. He makes an effort to make you laugh, takes time to memorize your favorite foods, and listens attentively when you incessantly ramble about something you’re interested in. 

You never thought your family was missing anything–until Ari came into the picture. Now you’re more than content with the new addition, embracing every grain of affection he shows.

You are hesitant with your actions: sheepishly closing the door behind you before quietly shuffling to the other side of the bed.

“Thank you.” You softly mumble out, clutching the covers under your neck as you nuzzle into your mom’s pillow. He replies with a hum, pulling the blanket back over his body before settling back into a relaxed state. 

His deep, steady breaths are calming as he finds his way back to unconsciousness. His presence warms your skin, reminding you of your closeness.  You try to follow suit, aggressively squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to force yourself to sleep, but you can’t seem to get comfortable, your nerves are practically buzzing. 

There’s a sudden ache between your legs. You feel restless.

You didn’t want to disrupt his sleep by shuffling around a bunch, but it only gets worse as the seconds pass by. So you give in, slowly pushing against the mattress to shift onto your side away from him, hoping it would relieve the issue. 

It doesn’t. If anything, laying on your left side makes it more noticeable. How does that work?

You quietly let out a frustrated sigh as you prepare yourself to move again. The ruffling of the blanket is deafening through the silence of the night as you roll over once more, wincing with every small movement you make. But it’s worth it in the end, the mattress comfortably supports your body as you finally relax your muscles. 

You mentally groan at yourself, He must be so annoyed. 

Now facing him, you peek open an eye, hoping to find him still sleeping. The muted light of the moon glows through the sheer curtains, softly illuminating the side of Ari’s face. He doesn’t seem to mind it as he continues to rest peacefully, blissfully unaware of your gaze. 

A pretty batch of freckles is splayed over his cheeks, resting nicely under his enviously long lashes. Your heart races as your eyes travel to his lips, perfectly framed by his beard. Bashful thoughts bloom in your head as you imagine how it would feel against your bare thighs, the marks he could leave on your skin

The throbbing sensation returns, stronger than ever. Everything on the bed shifts as you abruptly squeeze your thighs together. 

“You okay?” You freeze as opens his eyes, his body still facing the ceiling. You stay quiet, hoping he’d give up and go back to sleep. “Having a hard time forgetting your nightmare?” Great, he knows. He turns his head, eyes sleepily blinking back at you.

You just nod mutely, going along with his story while actively trying to avoid eye contact. He mirrors your nod, thinking something over in his head before considering your bashful expression. 

“Come’ere.” He doesn’t wait for your response before pulling you over to his side of the bed, eliminating the space between your bodies. He holds you securely by the waist, pulling your hips flush against his. 

Your body remains stiff in front of him, practically vibrating from being so close. Ari sighs, relaxing against you, gently tugging you closer. It’s almost like he doesn’t notice your sharp intake of breath or the harsh beating of your heart.

A warm breath brushes against the side of your ear as he whispers, “Don’t worry, you’re safe.” The comforting words are emphasized with a soft squeeze of his arms. 

Oh, he thinks your tension is a result of your bad dream.

You subtly pull yourself forward a little, trying to control yourself around the incredibly cuddly man. It should be illegal how comfortable his body feels around yours.

You shove away every discernible thought from your mind, rejecting every tempting fantasy, desperately urging your body to sleep. It’s going to be a long night.

You fall asleep excruciatingly slowly, exhausting yourself as you hold back from arching into his hold. You know the feelings you have for your mom’s husband are nothing short of shameful, but the guilt only spurs you on further. 

His deep masculine scent surrounds you, fogging your thoughts into an endless daze, influencing your every thought as the night drones on. It's magnetizing, pulling your body to lean further into Ari’s touch.

Somehow, your body eventually surrenders to a blissfully blank slumber.

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Your mind nudges awake as calloused fingertips run against your soft skin. Is it morning already?

The soft-touch lazily glides along the length of your chest before dipping into the elastic of your tank top. Your eyes blink open as your mind struggles to wake up. The room is still dark, but you can make out the general shadow of your mom’s side table. 

A deep, breathy groan rumbles against you as the rest of the warm hand splays over your bare tit. Your heart rate spikes as everything clicks into place: You’re still in your mom’s bed. 

A familiar beard brushes against the back of your neck as he presses sweet goosebump-inducing pecks along the top of your spine. You swallow down a squeak as the hand gently squeezes at your flesh, massaging you with an eager hold. 

He moves down, cradling the weight of you as a thumb lovingly rubs circles around your rapidly hardening nub, sending jolts of excitement up your body. Your thighs tighten together as he takes his time, teasing and flicking your sensitive skin, leaning into every jolt of ecstasy that rings through your body. 

Gasps turn into heavy pants and you can feel slick beginning to coat your shorts. This is so wrong. Ari must be sleep-walking (sleep-fucking?), unaware of his unconscious actions! 

You try to subtly squirm away from him, shifting your hips to push yourself from his hold, but your movements cease as your lower back meets the obvious hardness in his boxers. You choke on a breath as he pulls you even closer, shamelessly grinding himself into you. 

His other hand moves from your waist and slides down your stomach, into the band of your shorts. You try to cease his explorations by folding your legs together, but he easily pushes them apart.

“Relax honey, I’ll make you forget all about that little nightmare…” He whispers into your shoulder as the tip of his finger drags through the folds of your cunt, sloppily spreading slick up to your clit. 

His other hand continues to massage your tits, lightly pinching at each bud until you squeal and arch your ass against him. He chuckles at your outward reactions, finding it cute how you can’t hold them back.“You’ve been wanting this for a while, hm?” 

You nervously shake your head, squeezing your thighs around his wrists as words of denial babble pathetically from your lips, “No, no, I-I would never–y-you’re married to my mom…”  He pushes himself up to lean over your reclined figure, admiring your heated face with a small smile. 

“It’s okay, baby, I’ve been wanting it too.” 

Ari stares down at your moonlit body as his hand stretches the collar of your tank under your tits, revealing your bare skin to the room. He doesn’t waste a second to touch you, immediately capturing a sensitive nub between his lips, lightly suckling as you whimper under him. 

You weave your fingers into his hair as pleasure drowns your thoughts, pulling tightly when he experimentally traces his teeth over your skin. He growls at the feeling, reveling in the slightly painful sensation before sucking even harder in response. Once he’s had his fill, he moves his hands down your body, slowly dragging his fingers in the waistband of your shorts and tugging them down. 

The bedroom air cools your heated body as he pushes himself above you, eyes focused on your glistening folds. You shudder when he spreads your petals apart with his fingers, getting a good look. 

Hungry eyes stare down at slick coated fingers, feasting on your presentation. “Look at my messy girl.” You whine, trying to close your legs in embarrassment. You’ve never been so sloppy before. A hand pushes your thighs into the mattress to keep you still as he drags a finger through the mess. 

Ari prods you open with a finger, lightly slipping into your opening before abruptly pulling away, teasing your eager cunt. Your body opens beautifully for him, gushing slick to assist the way he wants to stretch you out. 

His finger finally pushes in, excited by the way your warmth sucks him in, pathetically begging for more. He groans at how you tighten and flutter as he experimentally pushes up into the soft spot of your cunt, milking a single finger like it’s your lifeline. 

“More? Think you can take another?” The words barely push through your lust-fogged mind as he thrusts right into your sweet spot. You nod with a tight groan. 

Your thighs tense from pleasure as he carefully adds another finger, scissoring inside of you. His actions start to speed up until he’s rapidly thrusting his fingers into you, filling the room with lewd noises as he holds you down to take everything he gives you. A sob rips through your throat as you feel your stomach tighten. 

Slick runs down his wrist as he aggressively finger fucks you, pushing and prodding into your warm canal until your legs start to shake. With another swipe against your clit, you burst. Your eyes blur as you reach your high, breaths stuttering as your body warms with stimuli. Your hips cant upwards as you ride it out, helplessly pushing against his hands. 

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The orgasmic fizzing in your brain ceases as you gasp out a breath, eyes bursting open to a blindly bright room. Your tank top sticks to your sweat-slick skin as you observe the room in front of you.

It was a dream.

Your body slowly recalibrates to the waking world as the shock starts to wear off. Shit. You just had a sex dream about your stepdad. Who was sleeping right next to you.

You snap your head to his side of the bed, letting out a relieved groan when you find it empty. Only the messy sheets remain, slightly bundled against your side. Theyre the only evidence of his prior presence next to you. 

Your ears pick up a faint sound of idle whistling coming from the kitchen. He must’ve gotten up a while ago. 

You sit up, giving yourself a moment to think about what happened and to prepare yourself for when you inevitably have to face him again.

A moment turns into several minutes of empty thoughts and hard beats of your heart, you can’t even think about what happened. Your mind literally rejects the thought. You don’t move until you start to shiver under the a/c vent, sweat effectively assisting the cooling of your heated skin. 

Maybe a shower and then a plan…?

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