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?”
Ok so bestieim thinking a thot about flamingo king
Summers at the trailer park gets hot as hell and of course you’ve gotta cool down somehow and working at the gas station means you get discounts on ice cream and stuff
How many popsicles are you able to eat until you realise Ari is not only looking at you through the windows you have facing each other, but he’s been jerking himself off to it for an indeterminate amount of time?
this 😵💫😵💫 allow me to set this in the future and fully indulge in his filthy ways, i suppose you can also consider this a spoiler for future characters too (even though his name is in the masterlist):
It’s another late evening in the trailer park, you’re lying on the lounge chairs next to a sleepy Natasha, snacking on your third popsicle of the night.
This was a regular thing between you, your friends/Ari’s friends. Just a casual hang out by someone’s fire pit, this time it was Curtis’. The dwindling flames barely allow enough light to see your popsicle, hence the current mess dripping all over you.
You loved doing this. Chatting, telling endless stories and growing close under the summer sunset. Even though Natasha was slumped over, snoring softly and Curtis, Carol and Andy were currently passed out on a blanket on the ground, while empty beer cans surround them like a bed.
With the sugar flowing through your system, you don’t feel tired at all. Humming to yourself, you stare up at the bright stars while suckling on the cherry treat.
Ari, on the other hand, is not as relaxed. He hasn’t been since you sucked your fingers clean of the blueberry popsicle.
Calmly, your gaze falls on him. And in the dark, you notice the faint motions of his hand under his sweat pants, his bicep flexing with each pump of his clenched fist. He’s biting his lip, dark eyes locked on your face as he speeds up, muted groans fill the open air.
Your lips freeze, locked around the cold treat as it drips down your chin and hand.
Ari curses, haphazardly pulling down the band of his pants and exposing his hard cock, leaking and flushed a bright red just like your popsicle. “Keep going, sugar, daddy isn’t done yet.”
Friend friend I have question about Tarzan!steve and bambi
How’d they react when they see little robots like roombas? Or Tony’s dummy? Are they spooked? Do they packbond with it? Do they throw food on the ground to feed them because it’s been still for too long and they’re too concerned it might starve?
Maybe they’re eating at the table and throw some torn up bread on the floor for “tiny rooba friend, is hungry too 🥺”
OH BESTIE THIS IS ADORABLE—THANK YOU SO MUCH
What A World - Tarzan!Steve:
Steve is very confused about the little thing that follows Tony around in his lab. He’s tried to observe it from afar, but the robot seems to always know where he is, turning towards him with those weird whirring noises.
“Steve, leave it alone.” You say from where you’re hunched over a desk, reviewing some documents.
You hear him huff, and the clang of metal.
“….strange thing.”
You spin around in your chair, unable to hide your amused smile. Steve was sitting on a table, legs swinging as the dummy stands (is settled?) next to him.
“And it’s Tony’s, so don’t break it like you broke the drones on the island.” You tut teasingly.
“Was—unfamiliar!” Steve defends as the robot’s arm points upward, as if in shock, then it quickly rolls away, “Ah, wait! Won’t hurt you!”
Third Eye - Bambi/Feral!reader:
Steve barely catches himself on the counter, looking down and seeing a squashed strawberry smeared under his boot and on the floor. He huffs, “Bambi! I told you to stop leaving food on the ground.”
You pop out from around the corner before sinking back as Steve wipes the mess. You hide the bowl of fruit behind your back, licking your strawberry stained lips. “N-Not me.”
“Yes, you.” Steve stands, throwing the paper towel away before grabbing another. He heads straight for you, and you quickly step backward. “Your face is dirty, doll.”
“No!—ah!”
He grabs your chin, wiping the mess from around your lips, gently, alway gently with you, of course. After he’s done cleaning you, he takes the bowl and kisses your lips, still holding your chin between his fingers.
“What did I say about lying?”
You avoid his gaze, blinking profusely at his forehead. “N-Not lying.”
“Yes, lying, Bambi. You know better than that, c’mon.” He cooes, “aren’t you my good girl?”
“Yes!” You shoulder’s sag as he pops a strawberry in his mouth. “Just… what if hungry? Rooba friend need food—and have so much, why not share?”
“The roomba doesn’t need to eat, doll.”
“Does.” You bite your lip, “Rooba—said so, tell me.”
Steve stifles a laugh, playing along. “Oh, it told you? How did it tell you?”
Your eyes widen as you stutter, “Uh—it… it—oh, my, what that!”
Steve only narrows his eyes, “If I turn around and there’s nothing—“
You gasp and cradle his face between your cold hands, shaking your head. “Okay, okay, nothing. Will be honest—was going to hide when Steve turned around… was also going to find rooba friend to feed because almost dinner time….”
OMG BESTIEE HAS WAW!STEVE AND SOMNOPHILIA EVER BEEN DISCUSSED😳😳👉🏾👈🏾 BC IT INSPIRES THOTS
Also if it hasn’t been mentioned, feral!reader + cockwarming bc it makes her feel safe & close and technically steve could just carry her around like that 🥴🥴
OMG I WILL DEFINITELY WRITE A BLURB ABOUT WAW!STEVE AND THAT😳 so let’s go with cockwarming🥴
Steve cooes softly, rubbing your back as he fixes a coffee. Your toes curl and your legs tighten around his waist, a little whimper escaping as you shift.
“You’re okay, bambi, it’s okay.”
“Want—” you gasp, the head of his cock rubbing that special spot inside you. His girth is so fat, you try to silence your cries, “so good, uh!”
Steve kisses your head, closing his eyes as your combined cum drips down his length. You were dripping wet and messy with his seed—but you weren’t ready for him to leave as you called it, so Steve decided keeping you full would make you happy.
And it did. You loved it. Feeling close and safe in his warmth, while he’s inside yours.
You clench as he walks out the kitchen, his movements making his cock brush along your sensitive walls. You can’t help but slowly start to lift yourself, then dropping back down while gripping his shoulders. You moan into his ear, feeling him so deeply and thoroughly inside your cunt, you bite on his neck and suckle at the skin.
“Thought,” he inhales sharply, setting down the mug before it spilt, “you wanted to just warm me.” He’s gentle, although he holds back from propping you on the counter and fucking you until you squirt.
“Did—uh, but feels so big,” you whine, “can’t help, so good…. Stuff is leaving, fill again please?” You ask quietly, “me, fill me?”
- Over the holidays he laments about how he’s got blue balls and it’s really painful and he just wishes somebody could help him with it and duck is nothing if not willing to help in any way and “cmon you said you’d help, what did you think I meant? Dumb baby doesn’t know anything huh?”
- Having to do first year of college online is so tough for poor duck but she’s so happy that Ari decided he chose to be home so they can study together. Ari is very adamant that she’s successful and uses any means possible to make sure she’s doing good….perhaps punishment for when she’s bad
- Fucking her during a frat party when one of the other frat bros walks in but it doesn’t stop Ari in his tracks (if anything he’s going harder), esp if he saw them flirting with her earlier
- Ari peppering her with neck kisses and touches because she goes dumb for it and he mocks her for how easily she gets that glazed over look in her eyes
- Ari finding out duck likes to suck balls, like A LOT
- Cockwarming? Maybe under a blanket and the parents are so happy to see them get along (idk how taboo we are talking here) and if not the parents, just people not quite aware of the depth of their relationship
- If Ari likes to share, maybe there’s a frat bro who’s got a bday coming up and who deserves some dick& ball loving too. Poor Jensen hasn’t had a blowjob yet and is in for the bj of a lifetime
THIS ART HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR MONTHS, I AM SO SORRY BESTIE 😭😭 1: officially in the fic. 2: so much slutty potential 🫣 3: AHH AND SHE DOESN'T KNOW !! 4: yes. 5: YES. 6: MHMMM that movie night drabble taken a step further. 7: OMG BIRTHDAY BLOWJOBS YES
Has WaW!steve stolen panties to bring outside of their apartment (like if he’s going with Bruce or smth) because he doesn’t want to lose the smell and either reader or Bruce has to explain that he is not subtle about sniffing them and should probably just steal a scarf next time because NOBODY wants this to reach Tony or anyone else in the crew. Him and Nat would never let them live it down
This became a long dumb thottie question thing, I am sending my apologies
The fact that you questioned such a specific thing, and in turn, creating a major thot that made me🤭
“But… miss smell.”
Bruce nods, trying to be understanding with the sliver of cotton peeking out from Steve’s fist, “I know, but that—” he pauses as the giant brings the panties to his nose, inhaling deeply, “—is not okay, people don’t do that.”
Steve frowns, “of course not—sunshine is mine, no one else smelling her.”
“In public, people don’t do that in public. Maybe bring something else of hers, something that will draw less attention.” Bruce hides his face when a passing couple stares at the manbeast just sniffing a pair of panties—they didn’t want to call out the well-over-six-foot man so they just walked away with startled expressions.
Does he prefer to be the one initiating or does he prefer if reader does?
The latter might inspire thots 😳
mhm what about both—
You’re studying on your bed and Jake comes up behind you, lightly petting over your panties until you’ve soaked through. He puts you on hands knees and doesn’t waste any time slipping between your folds, getting himself slick with your juices. When he finally breaches your hole, he pulls your head by your hair, “keep studying, baby, I’ll be testing you later.”
And, when he’s playing video games on the couch, half-dressed and shouting at his friends, you crawl between his spread thighs. After some kissing over his shorts, you get to work—wrapping your lips around his thick head. You suckle on his balls and your saliva drips down his girth, unmistakable wet noises gagging fill the room and are picked up by his mic—“who the fuck is getting a blowjob?” That’s when you take your cue, skipping off to his bedroom while Jake pants, his hard cock lying against his abs as he fumbles with an explanation, “I just—she—you know what? I have to go.” His friends laugh, “did she give you blue balls, Jensen?”
