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cw: pseudocest, stepdad/stepdaughter relationship, NSFW
You’re eagerly sucking on your step father’s tip, knowing you shouldn’t be doing this, but his groans sound so good you can’t stop.
Aizawa feels the same, heavy with guilt as his cock twitches in your hold.
Your lips are glossy with spit, bubbling saliva down to his sack as he throws his head back on the couch.
The visual of him nearly sends you right then and there, clamping around nothing as your pussy throbs and pulses with need.
You want him, he wants you, when you both know this is a dangerous game neither of you should be playing.
But he continues to guide your head as his calloused fingers are tangled in your hair, taking in the lewd sounds of you slurping his cockhead.
This dynamic isn’t right, and yet you go on as you twist his veiny shaft, finishing him to completion as his hips buck, making you gag.
And after his movements cease, you sit up as he caresses your back softly, bringing you in for a kiss as he tastes himself on his own lips.
me when older men, i simply love men much older and bigger than me. Please chat to me.
i need a stepdad so we can fuck behind my mums back
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I loved your papa Ilias fic which had me wondering could you write another version of it but this time reader is more hesitant about letting ilia in because she’s scared of his fame around her daughter and stuff but he shows that she can trust him despite the hate she starts getting and how people are saying ilia won’t be able to handle this relationship with a child
I’ve been listening to willing and able by Noah kahan and I also see that trend on TikTok where it’s like “you can’t do ___” and on the next slide it’s like I’m willing and able. That inspired this since reader would think Ilias gonna leave and social media thinks that their relationship isn’t gonna last but ilia is willing and able
Papa Ilia Again
The first time Ilia met Amelia, she handed him a half eaten cracker and said, “You look funny.”
Her mother looked absolutely horrified.
“Amelia!”
“What?” the little girl asked innocently. “His hair goes like this.”
She stuck her fingers straight up.
Ilia laughed so hard he nearly choked.
And somehow, that was the beginning.
Dating a man like Ilia wasn’t something you’d ever planned.
You certainly hadn’t planned on your 3 and a half year old daughter liking him immediately.
Amelia adored him.
Within a week she’d decided he was her best friend.
Within two weeks she’d stolen his hoodie to wear as a dress in the rink.
Within a month she’d started demanding bedtime stories from him over FaceTime whenever he traveled.
The problem wasn’t Amelia.
The problem was everything else.
The cameras.
The comments.
The articles.
The strangers online.
At first, you’d ignored them.
Then came the videos.
“Single mom traps skating superstar.”
“This relationship won’t survive six months.”
“He’s too young for this responsibility.”
“No way he’ll stick around for someone else’s kid.”
You stopped reading after that.
But it was impossible to completely avoid.
One night Ilia found you sitting on the couch scrolling silently while Amelia slept upstairs.
He immediately knew something was wrong.
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“That’s a lie.”
You sighed.
He sat beside you.
You handed him your phone.
His jaw tightened instantly.
You watched his eyes move across the comments.
For once, he didn’t even roll his eyes.
He just looked angry.
Very angry.
“These people are idiots.”
“They don’t know us.”
“Exactly.”
You stared at your hands.
“But what if they’re right?”
His head snapped toward you.
“What?”
You swallowed.
“What if this is too much?”
He looked confused.
“For who?”
“For you.”
The words finally spilled out.
“The traveling. The attention. Amelia. Everything.”
His expression softened.
You hated how emotional your voice sounded.
“I just…”
You blinked hard.
“I’ve spent three years making sure she doesn’t get attached to people who leave.”
Silence.
The room suddenly felt much smaller.
“And now she loves you.”
Your voice cracked.
“And I’m terrified.”
Ilia didn’t answer immediately.
Instead he reached over and took your hand.
Then he squeezed it.
Hard.
“Look at me.”
You did.
“I know I’m young.”
You opened your mouth.
He shook his head.
“Let me finish.”
His thumb brushed over your knuckles.
“I know people think I don’t understand what this means.”
His voice was calm.
“But I do.”
You felt tears gathering.
“I know that when I date you, Amelia comes with you.”
He smiled softly.
“That’s not a problem.”
“You say that now.”
“I’m saying it because it’s true.”
He leaned closer.
“I don’t love you despite Amelia.”
Your breath caught.
“I love you and Amelia.”
The tears finally slipped free.
“You’re a package deal.”
He smiled.
“My favorite package deal.”
You laughed through your tears.
He wiped your cheeks.
“And for the record?”
“What?”
“If I wanted easy, I wouldn’t be training quadruple Axels.”
A snort escaped you.
“Theres those skating analogies.”
A few weeks later, the comments got worse.
Someone took photos of the three of you at the park.
Amelia was sitting on Ilia’s shoulders.
The internet exploded.
Again.
The usual predictions.
The usual assumptions.
The usual declarations that the relationship was doomed.
You tried not to read them.
You really did.
But one afternoon Ilia walked into your kitchen to find you staring at your phone with a miserable expression.
Without a word he took it.
Locked it.
Set it upside down.
Then pointed toward the living room.
“Come here.”
“What?”
“Come here.”
Suspiciously, you followed him.
Amelia was sitting on the floor with crayons.
The second she saw Ilia she squealed.
“PAPA ILIA!”
He immediately dropped onto the carpet.
“Hi, Beany.”
That nickname had stuck months ago.
You watched Amelia throw herself into his lap.
Watched him catch her automatically.
Watched him listen seriously as she explained why purple dinosaurs would make excellent firefighters.
As if it were the most important conversation in the world.
After several minutes he looked over at you.
“See that?”
“What?”
He nodded toward Amelia.
“That’s real.”
Amelia was currently drawing what appeared to be a dinosaur wearing roller skates.
“The internet isn’t.”
You smiled despite yourself.
The moment everything changed happened months later.
Not because of social media.
Not because of interviews.
Not because of headlines.
Because of Amelia.
One night after dinner she climbed into Ilia’s lap while he was watching television.
He wrapped an arm around her automatically.
She yawned.
Then looked up at him.
“Are you leaving?”
The room went quiet.
You froze.
Ilia froze too.
Amelia played with the drawstring on his hoodie.
“Mommy says people leave sometimes.”
Your heart shattered.
She wasn’t supposed to remember enough to worry about that.
Apparently she did.
Ilia looked at her for a long moment.
Then he gently brushed her hair back.
“I’m not planning on going anywhere.”
“You promise?”
He glanced at you.
Then back at her.
“I promise I’ll keep choosing you guys every day.”
Amelia considered that.
The way only a 3 year old could.
Then she nodded.
“Okay.”
And apparently that settled it.
Because she immediately cuddled against him and fell asleep.
Just like that.
Later that night, after she’d been tucked into bed, you stood on the back porch with Ilia.
The summer air was warm.
Crickets chirped in the distance.
His arm rested around your waist.
“You didn’t have to promise her.”
“Yes, I did.”
You leaned against him.
“Most people would’ve run from all this.”
He laughed softly.
“Good thing I’m not most people.”
You looked up at him.
The moonlight caught his smile.
The same smile Amelia adored.
The same smile that always made you feel safe.
“I love you.”
His eyes softened instantly.
“I love you too.”
Then he kissed your forehead.
No hesitation.
No fear.
No doubt.
Inside the house, Amelia’s tiny voice suddenly yelled from upstairs.
“MOMMY!”
You both laughed.
Then
“ILIAAAAA! PAPA!”
His grin widened.
“Sounds like my boss needs me.”
Before you could stop him, he jogged toward the stairs.
You watched him disappear into the house.
Watched him answer her sleepy questions.
Watched him settle beside her bed.
And for the first time in a very long time, the fear disappeared.
Because the internet didn’t know him.
The headlines didn’t know you.
The strangers didn’t know “us”.
But you did.
And as you watched Amelia curl up happily while Ilia read her a bedtime story for the third time that week, you realized something.
He wasn’t staying because he felt obligated.
He wasn’t staying because it was easy.
He wasn’t staying because people expected him to.
He was staying because he loved you both.
And sometimes, despite all the noise in the world, that was enough….
More than enough.
cw: NSFW, pseudocest, step dad/step daughter dynamic, Aizawa masterbating to the thought of you. Includes Shoji x reader because he’s my fav. A/n under cut
Aizawa can’t help but feel guilt wash over him as he strokes himself to the thought of you.
His sweet, loving adopted daughter he took in just about five years ago after an accident had left you an orphan, ultimately falling into Aizawa’s hands as you trusted him the most.
He knew your bonds with the rest of your family weren’t exactly tight, or stable, for that matter, so what harm would come to you living with him? A pro hero, for that matter.
And for a time, it was true.
He took care of you. He gave you an allowance, a reasonable amount for a young adult your age to spend, a curfew that didn’t seem too late or too early, and allowing you enough space to grow your wings and flourish as an adult, navigating the world on your own, while hovering just enough that he could keep an eye on you.
It was sweet, for a time, but a change in the air had him thinking twice the first day you brought him over.
Shoji Mezo, possibly one of the better students in his class.
Quiet, good grades, and overall kept himself out of trouble, compared to the rest.
He was a gentle man, and Aizawa thought he was quite fit for you.
But something changed the night he unlocked the keys to his apartment he shared with you, deep groans and high pitched moans hitting his ears as he picked up on them instantly.
He immediately felt his body stiffen, at first with caution, eyes darkening with the thought that someone managed to get inside the place while you were alone and vulnerable, as being involved with hero work made Aizawa a target.
But as he took each step and listened further, his precision keen before rushing to your bedroom door, it sounded less like pain and more like pleasure, twisting his previous belief that someone had managed to take advantage of you.
The voice of his student was all too familiar, the groans being produced by the same boy he saw just last week in his classroom releasing these same sounds, as low as they were.
Aizawa almost couldn’t believe what he had walked into, but after a moment of thought, he knew his step daughter was bound to get into sexual activity at this age, just as he did.
After he had handled the matter, sending Shoji on his way home and having “the talk” with you, he found himself here now on his bed, reminiscing to the sound of you.
Every stroke of his cock filled the room with a lewd schlick, twisting his hand around his cock as he let his eyes close to the thought of you.
How every moan of yours was laced with pure ecstasy, getting higher and higher in pitch as you drew close.
It made Aizawa sick.
Sick with need, sick with temptation and the weight of guilt, knowing that a step father shouldn’t be thinking of his step daughter this way, and yet, he let it all go, furthering each stroke as he threw his head back.
His cockhead was reddish in color, angry yet free as he pleasured himself swiftly.
He didn’t waste any time, wanting to keep himself up to pace with the imagination he had in mind, picturing you riding his cock as your sweet, puffy lips sucked him in.
Aizawa was too grown for childish jealousy, but he couldn’t help but admit he wished he had you all to himself.
And as he fucked his fist in quick motions, twisting his shaft at his own rhythm, he thought back to the times you’d touch yourself at night, sinking your fingers inside the tight hole of your pussy, unable to get it to curl just right like he could, if you’d give him the chance.
He’d often wonder if you knew how thin these walls were. How easy it was to hear the sound of you pleasuring yourself late at night.
He could treat you so much better than silicone and every other toy you owned, but for now, he refrained from crossing the line, bucking his hips until he finally came, spilling all over his chest as he came in spurts.
Aizawa fisted his cock once or twice until he finally came down from his high, panting out into the open air of his bedroom, soon having to face the fact that he had just came to the thought of you, his charming little stepdaughter.
Can you do an orc step dad that gropes and suckles his step daughters massive tits?
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Orc Stepdad
Content: NSFW, (Big Boobed F-Reader x M Orc Stepdad), Cheating
After divorcing your dad your mom typically dated more meager men: dainty elves, soft-spoken halflings, that sort of thing. So when you met her and her new muscular orc boyfriend at the restaurant you were surprised.
It was hard to focus on what your mom was saying, your gaze glued to the hulking man. His olive skin was rugged, his muscles bulging, his ivory tusks blunt.
You caught him staring at you too. Your delicate face, smooth skin, and huge tits. The V-neckline of your shirt wasn't meant to be scandalous, but with boobs as big as yours the fabric ended up stretching dramatically, your cleavage on display.
