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bifemboyloser · 1 year

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Dom!Step dad Chris Evans x Sub!Step son Reader

Warnings: Smut, After care, Chris is 40+ and the reader is 18, unprotected sex, cum in ass, step dad x step son, cheating (Chris cheating and on your mom), Reader hating/ treating his mom like shit

(This fanfic is for male reader and male reader only sorry but not sorry fem readers <3)

(the readers dad died when he was 14 so do that math yourself. If you can’t it’s been 4 years)

(The reader like 5 inch and Chris is like 12 inch)

You were drinking monster when you got a text from your mom. Your mom told you she has a new boyfriend and she wants you to meet him she said she was going to be home in 20-30 so you can meet him. Your mom walked in whit Chris and the reader is piss being his dad died only a couple years ago, Y/N: “really mom?? It’s only been a couple years sense dad died and your hoe ass is already moving on?!” Y/N mom: “that is no why to talk to your mother. Go to your room. NOW” you walk into your room and slam the door fast forward a little Y/N mom knock on the door, Y/N mom: “hun I’m going out with my friends bye.” You hear you walk away and say bye to Chris then you hear the front door. After a while you get a little horny so you go on your computer to watch some gay porn your headphones are really loud and your focusing on yourself so you don’t hear Chris walk in and go behind you and see what your watching. Chris takes one your headphones off and whispers in his ear “what you watching? Looks fun~” Y/M: “AHH CHRIS I-I UHHH” he puts his hand over your mouth and picks you up and walks over to your bed he puts you down and walk back to your pc and turns it off then walk to the door and lock it then walks back to you, he gets on the bed and start kissing you and playing with your cock he takes out his cock and start playing with it the height difference makes him chuckle. Y/N: “C-Chris this is wrong..y-your my step da-“ Chris: “step daddy.” Y/N: no no t-that wrong..” Chris: “ fine yk what? I can put my pants back on and I can walk out and no one can know we did this or I can call me daddy and I can fuck you like a slut. You pick.” Y/N: “no this is w-wrong no.” Chris: “fine bye” Y/N: “no no nvm..I-I want you..” Chris: “Good.” He flipped you on your face and he dosent give you a warning he just slams it in and you scream loud and Steve likes that he keeps slamming into you fast and hard he grabs you neck and started taking off his shirt he fuck you like your a slut Chris: “I-I’m close my love!” Y/N: “C-Cum in me please..” he starts speeding up in you then you feel a warm white liquid in your hold he takes out his cock white liquid starts leaking out of you and out your cock then Chris see your empty monster can on your bedside table and he takes it and slams it into your hole and puts you up on your ass so it go more into you, you start crying a little and Chris comforting you he takes it out and throw it in the trash he picks you up and turns the shower on warm and then puts you in it he hopes in as well and he starts taking care of you when you guys are done he puts you in cute clothes and put you in your bed with a stuffed captain American plush and kisses you goodnight, Chris: “I’m sorry honey but I can’t sleep with you.” Y/N: “n-no you can..please” you give him puppy eyes Chris: “ugh fine but if we get caught-“ Y/N: “if we get caught who cares I love you and you love me..I love you daddy” Chris: “I love you too my little boy.” Chris lays on the bed with you and cuddles you.

[hey I hope you enjoy the fanfic! and just to say I didn’t read it over so sorry if I missed spell anything]

#chris evans x male reader #marvel smut #chris evans #gay love #step dad #step son #daddy chris evans #steve rogers x male reader #gay

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sleepiepupi · 22 days

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daddy !! im just the dumbest little lamb .. can u plz shove ur dick down my throat ??

#cnc brat #cnc fr33use #cnc k!nk #rough cnc #cnc free use #step dad #step son #age g4p

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jbfly46 · 8 months

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U BEST GET 2 STEPPIN' SON

#STEP SON

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livingfandomly · 3 months

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Listen. Maybe it’s just me and maybe it’s because my bar for men irl is really low and maybe no one else felt it but when Poseidon said “But you have no one to say it to and maybe that’s the most unfair part of it. You say it, and I will listen.” While knowing EXACTLY what she thinks and what she’s about to say and that it’ll hurt him to hear it and yet… He does it for her. He does so much for her.

#I love him for Sally not Percy (boy better step up for his son)#posiedon #percy jackson disney+#percy jackson show #percy jackson fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson spoilers #percy jackson #pjo #pjo poseidon #pjo spoilers #pjo fandom #pjo tv show #pjo series #pjo disney+

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yoonluve · 7 days

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dad gojo pt.2 featuring Megumi and shikigami training

#jjk megumi #jjk manga #jujutsu kaisen manga #jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro #dad gojo #gojo satoru #jjk #zenin clan #jjk fanart #artist on tumblr #artists on tumblr #digital art #jjk gojo #He calls him gumi and its canon #Megumi is his son #Gojo is the father that stepped up #Raising that boy for 10 years and counting

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tears-that-heal · 1 year

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Dear GOD…….now I really do understand fully how difficult parenting is. I already knew it can be a serious responsibility, but since now it’s personal I’m learning so much on how draining it can be. Being an instant mom with a new step son, I pray I’m starting out alright. Thankfully I only needed to discipline my son a handful of times in comparison to my husband. *sigh* I so hope what I do to correct his disrespectful behaviors will sink into his super dense brain. He’s 8 yrs. old; soon to be 9. There’s no way I could raise a child on my own. Single parents are Superheroes! I so So pray my step son would learn good things from us, and grows into a wonderful man of your kingdom, Father. Thank you in Jesus! AMEN

“A wise child accepts a parent’s discipline; a mocker refuses to listen to correction.”

‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭13‬:‭1‬ ‭NLT‬‬

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turtleblogatlast · 3 months

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Headcanon that all of the boys think someone else is Splinter’s favorite son.

Raph thinks it’s Leo, Leo thinks it’s Donnie, Donnie thinks it’s Mikey, and Mikey thinks it’s Raph.

They’re all bothered by this to different degrees and in different ways, some much less/more so than others, but they’re all wrong, Splinter does not have a favorite son, and never has. And when he tells them this, horrified they even thought otherwise and angry at himself for not being clearer with his love, it clears up some residual tension they didn’t even realize was there.

(Leo still thinks he’s the least favorite though.)

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt headcanons #this isn’t too serious lmao #splinter: I don’t have a favorite son #leo: makes sense. raph donnie and mikey are all equally great #leo: second place for me tho lol a step up from fourth hell yeah look at me go 😎#splinter: …#leo winning so many lair games because the real victory he wanted was one he’d never get rip

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nerdpoe · 9 months

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Dick Grayson, AKA Nightwing, was on a solo mission when he disappeared off the face of the earth.

He would be the first to admit; he'd been an idiot.

He'd had a fight with Bruce, and as a result wiped everything he could so that the Big Bat couldn't find him and interfere with his case.

He'd scrubbed everything with Barbara's help, gave Damian and Tim burner phones so that he could reach out to them, and fuckin bounced.

But he shouldn't have done that.

Because he'd lied to Barbara, to make absolutely certain Bruce wouldn't be able to find him before he was ready.

He'd gone somewhere for a mission on the entirely opposite side of the country.

And then he'd gotten shot with...some kind of gun.

He wasn't too sure.

But he didn't die.

After he pulled himself further into the forest, sure that he was going to finally meet his maker, the world...got bigger.

Dick shrunk, and could only watch in horror as his hands got pudgier and pudgier.

He was a baby.

He was a baby that couldn't even lift his head, and he could feel his memories starting to fade, seeming to be grabbed and shoved behind some sort of wall.

This tiny baby gets found by Forest Ranger Samantha Manson, a registered emergency foster parent.

So while the batfamily is salting the earth looking for Dick, he's being absolutely spoiled fucking rotten by the Manson Family; Daniel Manson, Tucker Manson, and Sam Manson.

Dick has...some memories. A few recollections.

But also the white-haired adult is floating again and waving the rattle-noise-maker, so those stupid thoughts can wait.

#i like to think that yes #the deaging can be reversed and his memories can be restored #either by reversing the deaging or growing to the age where he was deaged naturally #either way #by the time bruce finds him and tries to take him back #he really really really isn't expecting a retired us registered alien terrorist to fight him tooth and nail for his own son #which bruce gets #for all that he and dick argue he very much does love his son #and can respect this protective drive #but also #he wants his son back #so this ghost man is going to have to step the fuck off #whoops forgot to tag #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #story prompt #phanfic

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blushweddinggowns · 1 year

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Wayne loved Eddie more than anything else in this world. That kid was his son, sister and her shit husband be damned, and he had been for almost eight years now.Wayne would do just about anything for that kid, and he liked to think that Eddie knew that by now, so he couldn't quite understand why he was trying to hide something so obvious.

That being whatever was going on between him and the Harrington boy.

The two had been attached at the hip for months, and while Eddie was no stranger to having friends, having one that slept in his bed nearly every night was certainly new. And if that wasn’t a dead giveaway to what was really going on, then all of the touching sure would have been. He had never seen his boy be so tactile with someone before, and that was saying something considering how freely Eddie liked to give out touch. But with Steve? It was like he couldn’t go five minutes without being all over him, whether that be an arm draped around his shoulders, a hand on his thigh, or pressed against his side, if Steve was within arms length, then Eddie was reaching for him.

At first, Wayne worried he was keeping quiet because he was scared of his reaction, but he had been more than clear with Eddie growing up that being different in any way was nothing to be ashamed of, despite what the world may tell you. And Eddie seemed to be living up to that advice in every other aspect of his life, so that couldn't be it.

Then, he thought it was because he knew Wayne didn't like Steve. Or at least used to not like Steve. In hindsight, he was a little ashamed of his mistrust of the kid, but could he really be blamed? It wasn't so long ago that Steve Harrington was on the list of jackasses Eddie would complain about after school, a smarmy smartass just like his father.

But then Eddie went up and almost died, and suddenly Wayne was met face to face with just how much the kid had changed, and just how much the kid loved his Eddie. Slowly but surely, Steve wiggled his way into his good graces.

Like the way he made his boy smile wasn't enough, the kid basically became a live-in nurse during those first few awful months of Eddie’s recovery. And if Wayne thought Eddie was obvious with his feelings, Steve was on a whole other level. The kid was walking around with heart eyes whenever Eddie was around, always giggling like a high-school girl at whatever lame jokes his boy made, always leaning heavily into any touch, always obsessed with wearing his clothes. And as much as the cutesy behavior made Wayne roll his eyes, it also melted his heart a bit, knowing his kid was with someone who loved him just as much, if not more.

He just…wanted Eddie to know he was safe to be himself, both of them were, in any way that was. Eventually Wayne just let it slip, on one of those rare nights when Steve wasn’t there for dinner. He was working a late shift, and as Wayne watched Eddie wrap him up a plate for when he got off, he just let the question fall out of his mouth,“So…you and the Harrington boy huh?”

Eddie almost dropped the plate in surprise, spinning to stare at Wayne with wide eyes, “Huh?”

“You and Steve,” Wayne reiterated, “Not that there’s anything wrong that Eds, really, I don’t care-”

“There’s nothing going on between me and Steve!” Eddie interrupted, face bright as he put the plate down, “Why would you think that?”

Wayne sighed, “Eddie, you don’t got to hide anything from me.”

“I’m not!” Eddie insisted, face still insanely red, “Steve’s great but we’re not-I’m not like that, okay?”

Wayne blinked at him. He knew what his Eddie sounded like when he lied, and this wasn’t it…but Wayne also knew what he saw, and he couldn't help but feel his heart break a bit for Steve. Maybe his boy wasn’t in love with the kid, but Harrington sure as hell was, “My mistake then,”

Eddie gave him a nervous laugh, running a hand through his hair, “You bet it is, really letting that imagination run wild over there huh?

Wayne sighed as he stood up, “But Eddie?"

“Yeah?”

"Try and let him down easy when the time comes." He patted his shoulder as he made his way to his bedroom, already wondering if there was any way he’d be able to help the poor Harrington boy out when his heart got broken, leaving a shell-shocked Eddie in his wake.

Let him down easy when the time comes.

Eddie didn’t know what to do with that. He trusted Wayne, respected him too, but there was no way in hell that Steve felt anything towards him that wasn’t friendship. King Steve wasn’t gay, if anything he was a flaming heterosexual considering his insane number of flings in highschool.

Not to mention the fact that Eddie wasn’t gay, or at least…he didn’t think he was gay. But then again, he wasn’t thinking about much these days that wasn’t Steve, Steve, Steve. But they were best friends, new best friends, so wasn’t that normal? And okay, sure, Eddie had never felt like this for anyone ever before, but that didn't mean it was romantic. And so what if the thought of Steve with a girl made him ill? He was just a needy guy who loved having all the attention on him.

And so what if Steve was objectively attractive? Was it gay to know that a man was pretty or was it just having eyes? And okay, sure, Eddie had had a few wet dreams about him, but dreams didn’t mean anything. Right?

Eddie flopped face down onto his bed, groaning into his pillow. If, on some very off chance that Wayne was right, then he was going to have to put a stop to it wouldn’t he? It’s not like he and Steve could just drive into the sunset together as gay lovers, not in this town. No, Eddie would just have to lay down the law, put up some boundaries, do something to make this relationship make sense, because now that he was actually thinking about it, they were nowhere even close to normal.

Eddie could hear the front door unlocking, the tell-tale sign that Steve was finally home. Eddie wasn’t sure when their shitty trailer had become Steve’s home, but he hoped it stayed that way, even after they managed to put their friendship back into the strictly platonic category.

He kept his face in the pillow, mind racing on how to even start this bizarre conversation when he heard Steve laugh behind him, “What’s got you so dramatic?”

You.

“Wayne,” he mumbled into the fabric, listening to the sounds of Steve puttering around the room. He could tell everything he was doing from the sounds alone, so used to the little night routines they had developed together. He was digging through Eddie’s drawers now, definitely looking for something clean to sleep in.

Shit, would Steve stop wearing his clothes after they talked? Would he stop sleeping in the same bed as him? Eddie was really starting to question the worth of useless things like boundaries if it meant having his Steve around less.

His Steve. Platonic friends didn’t call each other that did they?

Eddie could feel Steve start to crawl onto the bed, laying right beside him, “Are you ever going to come out of there?”

“Never,” Eddie grumbled, because that would mean he would have to look at Steve. He’d have to acknowledge all the stupid shit going through his head and things would change. And he didn’t want things to change.

Steve laughed at that, and Eddie could feel warm hands start to poke at the side of his face, “But what if I want to see you?”

“Then that sucks for you.” Eddie mumbled. He could feel Steve getting closer, close enough that his breath was tickling his face. Close enough that Eddie felt like his heart was going to escape his chest from how hard it was pounding.

“You’re such a shithead,” Steve giggled right into his ear, “Come on, please? I missed you today.”

Eddie sighed, finally turning his head to look at him, only to be met with that stupidly pretty face. Was it legal for men to be this cute? Steve was smiling, the small kind that Eddie was almost sure was just for him, and he was so close. Eddie glanced down at his mouth, realizing it would take almost nothing for them to be kissing.

And from the look on Steve’s face, he just realized the same thing. They stared at each other, all of the playfulness from earlier gone. Steve was biting his lower lip, and Eddie knew that he was watching him stare at it.

“Do you wanna?” Steve finally whispered, leaning in the slightest bit closer, so near that it was making Eddie’s head spin.

This was it right? What Wayne was talking about, the perfect opportunity to let him down easy. He should just sit up, tell Steve to stop joking around, and start talking about what the hell they were even doing.

"Sure," he said instead. Vaguely, in the back of his head Eddie remembered he was supposed to be having reservations about this whole thing as their lips finally met, but whatever they were vanished into thin air the second they touched.

Because kissing Steve Harrington felt fucking amazing.

The thought of saying no? Of never kissing him again? It wasn’t going to happen, not after he'd gotten a taste. Eddie gripped his shirt and pulled him in closer, relishing in the little surprised sound Steve made when he slipped his tongue into his mouth. He wanted to do this forever. He couldn’t even remember what the argument against it was, not when Steve was moaning against him, not when he was too busy scrambling to move and get Steve in his lap, definitely knocking multiple things off the nightstand in the process.

If this is what being gay meant than Eddie was on board, himself from half an hour ago could go to hell.

He should have realized that they were making too much noise, noises that his very protective uncle, who just found out Hell was a real place and it lived below Hawkins, was not used to hearing from his room.

They both jumped when the door slammed opened, a frenzied Wayne standing in the doorway with Steve’s favorite bat over his shoulder, He let it drop at the sight of them, half relieved that they were fine and half shockingly amused to see what they were doing.

Steve tried to scramble out of Eddie’s lap, an apology already on his lips when Wayne started to cackle, “I really let my imagination run wild huh?”

Eddie laughed right along with him, rolling his eyes as he kept an iron tight grip on Steve’s waist, forcing him to stay in place, “You win this round old man,”

“Damn right I do.” Wayne laughed, turning on his heel, “You kids have fun now, just not too much.”

Steve could still hear him cackling as he went down the hall as he sat dumbfounded in Eddie’s lap, “What the hell was that?”

Eddie shrugged, “My uncle approving of us. Now kiss me again.”

And well…there was no way Steve was going to say no to that.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #drabble #wayne munson number one ally #i needed a fic where Wayne had to step in and show his dumbass son he's in love #is it gay to be in love with your best friend #yes eddie #yes it is

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clownsuu · 11 months

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First day on T, Clown.

Hope I can be as cool as Omega and Wally-🌹

WOO YEAH WOO YEAH I WISH YA DA BEST GAMER

I genuinely didn’t expect to get a ask containing Omega in it JDHDHHDH iv been wanting to draw him but my mind has been preoccupied- NOW I HAD AN EXCUSE LMAO ftm trans icons smhhh my favorite scrimblos

#My beloveds #omega one of my favorite music men sons KDHDHD #BIG BOY STEP FOR YA TOO GAMER #I wish ya a smooth transition!#Welcome home #fnaf #welcome home wally #wally darling #fnaf music man #music man

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five-and-dimes · 6 months

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I have no idea where this came from but I’m never going to turn it into a full fic so I’m releasing it into the void.

Dream is some sort of fae creature whose son died, so he sneaks into a mortal village and kidnaps a young boy around the same age his son was.

(Part of his heart hurts because he never took part in the traditional changeling child/fae kidnapping thing because he couldn’t bear to leave his son with some stranger, he loved him too much, and he knows deep down he shouldn’t do this to someone else but he’s desperate for something, anything, to dull the pain of his loss).

When single dad Hob wakes up and finds his son Robyn missing, he’s fully prepared to go scorched earth to find him. When it becomes clear he’s not in the village, he going charging alone into the woods, too impatient to put a party together to help him. (He’s terrified- he’s heard rumors of fae in these parts, but there was no child left behind. What could have taken his little boy?)

After a few days searching, he hears Robyn’s voice up ahead. He’s got a sword at his side, but for now he draws a bow and arrow, moving forward slowly. Eventually he comes to a clearing, peeking forward and preparing to shoot down whatever took his child. But then. He pauses.

Robyn is smiling, and laughing, and has an abundance of flowers adorning his hair. He is plucking some berries from a bush and popping them into his mouth under the guidance of the most beautiful creature Hob’s ever seen. As he listens, he realizes that Robyn is talking about him, telling stories of how his papa taught him to identify the things that are safe to eat in the forest, and how tall he feels when he sits on his father’s shoulders, and how his papa has a terrible singing voice but sings the loudest anyway and so Robyn loves it.

“I think papa will like you lots!” Robyn declares, and the creature smiles sadly.

“I… doubt that… but he sounds lovely.”

Hob is so confused by the whole situation that he doesn’t notice he’s taken a step forward until a branch snaps under his foot. Robyn looks over and immediately bursts into a wide smile, even as the creature lets out a panicked series of chirps and bolts in the other direction.

“Papa!!”

Robyn throws himself into his father’s arms, and Hob drops his weapons to hold him, beyond relieved to have his son safe in his arms, unharmed. He spends a few minutes just peppering his son’s face with kisses and telling him how worried he was before finally looking at the spot where the creature had disappeared into the woods. Robyn follows his gaze, smiling and tugging on Hob’s hand to guide him into the clearing as he calls out.

“It’s okay, Dream! Papa is super nice to everyone, you don’t have to hide!”

Hob’s sees two bright eyes in the shadows before the creature- Dream- hesitantly steps forward. He looks sad and scared and ashamed and Hob is smitten almost immediately.

Robyn explains that when he woke up he had been scared, but Dream had hugged him (almost as good as his papa’s hugs, he claims) and told him he would keep him safe and take care of him. Then Robyn had been sad because he already missed his dad, and when he told Dream about him he had immediately realized the error of what he had done and resolved to return Robyn. It had taken some time because Robyn had insisted he was too big to be carried (it’s one thing if he was sleeping, but he was a big boy he could walk home just fine, really!) so they had traveled together, Dream never feeding him anything that would bind Robyn to him, instead just pointing out food and water for him to gather himself.

Dream is still standing a bit aways from them both as Robyn tells the tale, looking at the little boy with aching fondness.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly to Hob, “I just... miss my son so much,” he smiles weakly at Robyn, “I believe you and Orpheus would have been great friends.”

And oh, Hob gets it all of a sudden. He had been fully prepared to do all sorts of questionable things to get his son back, he can’t imagine what he might be compelled to do if he actually lost him. And Dream was bringing him back, so he finds it very easy to forgive him.

He finds it even easier to invite Dream to finish the journey back with them, and then invite him to stay, and then invite him to build a home in the woods together, and share kisses and a bed and a life.

Robyn is very smug.

He told Dream his dad would like him.

#Dream can have a step-son AND a husband. As a treat.#the sandman #dreamling #my writing #fae au #I guess #I like this idea but I REFUSE to add anything to my wip list

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